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Our Story
by WillIAm (no address provided)

***

A man becomes the guardian of a precocious pre-teen and 
is reluctantly drawn into an affair that changes his 
outlook on life. (M/ff-teens, ped, inc, bi, reluc, oral, 
anal, 1st, orgy, asian)

***
 
Contributor's notes: This story, perhaps the most moving 
and touching epic ever uploaded solely to the Internet, 
was first uploaded to HF, but has since been removed. It 
is not copyrighted, as if the details there-in are 
factual, a copyright would have been a folly on the 
author's par. As such, I am reposting it to these 
Kristen Archives, on this day of 2015-05-06, with the 
hope of preventing it's permanent loss. I do hope you 
will not remove it here from. My Thanks, to the Kristen 
Archives Staff.

Contents:

Chapter 01 - Growing up/Discoveries	
Chapter 02 - Meeting Lola
Chapter 03 - First Date, Two Girls
Chapter 04 - Sandi vs. Jenni (vs. Jessica)/Dad makes it 
             official
Chapter 05 - Jenni Says/ Hot tub with Lola/ Jenni's 
             Surprise
Chapter 06 - Karen makes her move/Amy's sleepover/The 
gazebo
Chapter 07 - Amy's breakdown/ Shopping fun/ Dinner and 
             Dessert
Chapter 08 - Rescuing Liu Si/Liu Si joins our family
Chapter 09 - Amy's show/Family Date Night / Playground 
             fight
Chapter 10 - Passages/The Attack/ Hospital and 
             Homecoming	
Chapter 11 - Home/Midnight Visitor/So Long, Kai 
             Long/Take this Job
Chapter 12 - Family Date Night 2/ All Healed Up/ The Big 
             Reveal
Chapter 13 - Aftermath/Ancient History/Drum Roll
Chapter 14 - Piso Mojado/Welcome Home/DVD Special 
             Features
Chapter 15 - SHORT: Wet Blanket	
Chapter 16 - SHORT: Parting Gifts	
Chapter 17 - SHORT: I said "What What?"	
Chapter 18 - SHORT: Party Favors

***

Chapter 1 - Growing up/Discoveries

First of all, I want you to know that what happened 
wasn't my idea. This is not to say that another guy in 
my position wouldn't have done the same things, but the 
point is I didn't start it. In circumstances like this I 
think they tend to blame the guy, not the girl. Or 
girls. Geez. You might not believe our story, but heck, 
I lived it and I still catch myself trying to wake up 
from time to time. Well, I might as well introduce you 
around.

Starting to my left, the beautiful girl sunning herself 
on the chaise lounge, wearing the tiny, tiny pink bikini 
she bought from Victoria's Secret is my sister Karen. I 
know that outfit is more like a couple of eye-patches 
than an actual bikini, but she's wearing it for a 
reason. More on that later. Oh, and don't let those 
gorgeous tits and deeeelicious hips fool you. She's only 
14.

Continuing on, the two girls whooping it up in the pool, 
wearing swimsuits they bought from Alloy, slinging water 
everywhere, and generally making a huge racket, are Amy 
and Liu Si. Amy is my sister by birth, and Liu Si is my 
sister by sheer stupid luck. I'll explain how she got to 
us later. Amy is 9, and Liu Si is probably about the 
same age, we're not really sure.

You may notice that we are suspiciously without adult 
supervision out here by the pool, One 17-year-old male 
(typing this on an elderly laptop), one nearly nude 14-
year-old with a body *built* for sin, and two 9-year-
olds trying to rip each other's suits off in the pool. 
This would be because of three reasons: Our dad, our 
mom, and Mrs. Klemp.

Our Dad works for WorldSys, or SysCon, or whatever their 
PR firm (or lawyers) tell them to change their name to. 
He's been home all of about two months in five years. He 
tends to get in late, shower, sleep, and leave early. If 
I'm up, we'll exchange a few words, but he barely even 
acknowledges Karen and Amy. He's never even met Liu Si.

He has a portion of his paycheck on direct deposit for 
us, our needs and whatnot. The bills are all set for 
direct pay, and the house is already paid off, so all we 
use it for is groceries, school supplies, and anything 
we need or want around the house. Let me tell you, we 
have plenty left over. When I turned 16, I began a 
savings account, withdrawing about $500 a week, and even 
then the checking account is huge. 

I have no idea what Dad does, but he is very very well 
paid. His job seems to require he spend all of his time 
away from home, and I'm sure that's how he likes it, 
because home probably reminds him of Mom. You know, that 
she existed, and that they screwed.

Which is part of the problem. Mom screwed EVERYBODY. Mom 
screwed Dad for a while when they were married, Then she 
started screwing nearly anyone she met. She screwed the 
lawn mowing company guys until dad found out and 
canceled the service. (This was during the time Karen 
was conceived, near as we can tell.) 

We ate pizza three times a week for about a month when 
she was having sex with the delivery men. (This might 
have been where Amy came from.) I know that about a year 
after I was born, Dad took the job that kept him away 
from here. Whether Mom started fucking the whole town 
out of boredom, or revenge, she soon found that she 
liked it, a lot. 

She never did anything in front of us, but she never hid 
the fact that she had new men all the time. She would 
come home with people, and have sex with them in the 
house, while she sent us out to play. She didn't just 
bring home people from bars. She brought home men she 
met at the grocery store, the post office, the mall, and 
even once, church. 

I have no idea what she would be doing in church, but 
she brought the music director back for some Sunday 
Brunch. As a kid, it was hard to grow up with. Mom was a 
whore. She screwed Dad, she screwed the town, and she 
screwed us by running off.

When I was 11, Karen therefore 8, and Amy 3, she sent 
Amy to daycare, and us to school, packed three 
suitcases, took $3,000 cash out of the bank, and 
disappeared. Just ran off. I think she left with the 
bartender from Stool Pigeons, a local strip joint, but 
she was gone. we got home from school, and there was a 
note on the table that said SORRY, GOOD LUCK! We had to 
call our neighbor, Mrs. Klemp, to go get Amy from 
daycare. It was a spectacularly shitty day. 

I just remember us crying all night. We called Dad at 
his emergency number, and he was home within 48 hours. 
He settled down, and tried to be a dad while working 
from home, but this only lasted about three weeks. He 
didn't like being there, and he especially didn't like 
Karen and Amy. (Karen, he deeply suspected wasn't his, 
and he KNEW Amy wasn't.) 

So, he signed some paperwork, naming Mrs. Klemp in loco 
parentis, and he bailed. Mrs. Klemp is our only 
neighbor, but she had been one of Dad's English teachers 
in high school. He was one of her favorite students 
before she retired from teaching and went on to be a 
social worker.

I should mention at this point that Mrs. Klemp is about 
70, and shares her home with about 50 cats. She can't 
stay with us and take care of them too, so the needs of 
the many outweigh the needs of the few. We are actually 
relatively self-sufficient (Mom wasn't much of a 
housekeeper / caregiver / mother, so things like 
laundry, potty training Amy, and making breakfast and 
lunch foods, we could handle for ourselves.) Mrs. Klemp 
made a big dinner for us every two days or so, and we 
would save leftovers to eat at other times. Lasagna, 
barbecue, spaghetti, soup, she was an amazing cook. More 
on that topic later. 

Mrs. Klemp was getting senile, though, so her grasp on 
the world around her continued to slip. 70 really is a 
long time to be alive. She had been a social worker for 
CYS or somebody, so she knew a lot about how the system 
of child custody and child abandonment worked. Her 
stepping in and literally helping Dad leave actually 
helped us, as it let us stay together. We had a safe 
house, plenty of funds, and she made sure nothing else 
bad happened to us.

Allow me to interrupt myself for a moment. This is going 
to be an understatement, but I love my sisters. I mean 
really really really. We grew up in this big house with 
just each other, so needless to say we're very close. 
Mom was always busy (fucking strangers), Dad was always 
gone, so we are all we had. I would do anything to 
protect and care for them, and they feel the same way 
about me, I know. 

They are the most amazing, wonderful, and important 
people in my life. I'll be elaborating on this topic as 
we go along, but I can't make it any more clear: I LOVE 
my sisters. I love Liu Si too, but she only joined our 
weird little family in the past 18 months. I've known 
Karen and Amy longer, so I love them more, but I love 
each of them more each day. I'm sounding really mushy. 
Time to get back on track.

Two years after Mom left, we got a registered letter at 
the house from some sheriff's department two states east 
of here. Dad happened to be home and signed for it. They 
were asking for our help in identifying a body that had 
been found in a shallow grave in the woods behind a 
highway rest stop. It was the badly beaten and 
decomposed body of an adult female, near whose body 
(among other things) had been found our mom's drivers 
license. 

Because of the facial damage, the dental records were a 
hash, and because of soft tissue decomposition, 
fingerprints were no good. When they got to the part 
about the little toe missing on the right foot, though 
(her cousin hit it with a hoe when she was six), and the 
signs of a healed broken left forearm (She fell off a 
porch balcony [drunk] on their third date) he knew who 
it was. 

However, he called them and told them he had no idea who 
that was. He hung up the phone, tore up the letter, 
threw the pieces on the master bedroom fireplace, and 
attempted to drink an entire bottle of Jack. He later 
told me he would be damned if he was going to pay 
funeral expenses for "that whore, your mother." She 
always referred to him as "that prick, your father." 
Lovely.

I picked most of the pieces of the letter out of the 
grate, but most of the top two inches of the letter were 
successfully burned. I don't even know the name of the 
town where they wrote from. My mother is probably buried 
in some potter's field somewhere in the northeast. Not 
that we'd ever visit, but it might be nice to know where 
it was. 

Karen and I cried together for a long time. Amy cried 
too, but she never really got to know mom. She just 
cried because she knew her mother was dead, and because 
Karen and I were so messed up by it. I think Karen and 
Amy may have imagined that someday mom would come home 
clean, and we'd get that kind of happily-ever-after 
fairytale ending. 

Once Dad was able to stand the next day, he was gone for 
eight months.

Time to change the subject! Happy thoughts, happy 
thoughts!

I suppose now would be a good time to describe us. Let's 
start with Karen. Karen is, at age 14, the most 
beautiful girl I think I've ever seen. She is about 
5'10" with light brown hair, and startlingly sky-blue 
eyes. When she's outside a lot, like in the pool, her 
hair gets these golden streaks from the sun. (Legit ones 
though, not that fake hair goo that they put on with tin 
foil.)

She takes after our mother in terms of physique, which 
means she was an early bloomer (she had noticeable 
breasts in 4th grade). She also had her first period 
(which I believe is called menarche) at age eight, about 
four months before Mom left. She also took after Mom in 
that her periods were irregular, and painful. Right 
before she left, Mom took her to the doctor and they put 
her on The Pill to help control and ease her monthly 
cycle. (Amy still hasn't started her periods, and Liu Si 
did right after she got here. Let me tell you, that was 
one scared girl.)

She is a D cup now, and based on what Mom said, she can 
expect to be a DDD by age 18. I don't remember Mom's 
exact words even though they *were* delivered at the 
dinner table, but her advice included tips about how to 
land a rich guy "You're going to have to blow a few 
frogs before you find your prince" and an admonition to 
go braless as little as possible: "If you let those 
babies swing free all the time, they'll be knocking at 
your knees in no time." Mom was real classy. 

Karen did take the advice on support garments, however. 
She even sleeps in a soft sports bra. I know some women 
may not wear bras on the weekend or evenings around the 
house, but Karen always has support. There is nothing 
grosser than seeing some forty-something woman wearing a 
tank top, and her saggy tits have stretched the neckline 
halfway to her waistline, her tits looking like pancake 
batter.

Now don't think that because a 14-year-old has large 
breasts that it is because she is fat. Karen is actually 
pretty athletic. Karen took three years of karate (same 
as me), but she went on to take two years each of 
Gymnastics and Dance (those two simultaneously). The 
combination has given her poise, a kind of fluid grace, 
and a self-esteem based on what she thinks of herself, 
not on what others think. 

Mrs. Klemp helped so much during her pre-teen years. Not 
only did she help us get to and from the extracurricular 
activities, she kind of became a mother figure to Karen. 
Amy missed out on this because she is allergic to cats. 
Karen would hike out to Mrs. Klemp's house and spend 
hours sitting in her kitchen or her living room, fending 
off the cats, and just talking. Mrs. Klemp has raised 
three daughters to be successful adults, and has helped 
shape the woman that Karen is rapidly becoming.

Speaking of shape and becoming a woman, in the past two 
years, Karen's hips have started getting a bit bigger. 
Her figure could now be described as "lush" or 
"voluptuous." Karen started working out, thinking she 
was getting fat, but her stomach and legs are pretty 
well toned, just her hips have become more... womanly. 
If you have ever seen Playboy Playmate Karen McDougal, 
or Anna Nicole Smith before she became a total freak 
show, you might get the idea. Don't think Porn star, 
think love goddess.

Her blossoming womanhood actually caused a lot of 
problems for Karen at school. Her friends started hating 
her at about 4th - 7th grade. Lots of girls in that 
bracket are already becoming obsessed with their weight, 
dieting and starving so much that their body doesn't 
even know what to do with the fat it's got, so tiny 
titties all around. So then there's Karen, developing 
this luscious body. 

It didn't matter that she was sweet, or kind, or smart 
(which she is), suddenly she's getting all the 
attention, and her female classmates are starting to 
HATE her. You know that one Sting song where he talks 
about "you know how bad girls get", well here's one of 
those situations. Guys are all drooling over her 
(behavior she did not encourage), and no one is paying 
attention to all the little Bratz wannabees.

So they started making fun of her. When your mother is a 
whore and fucks anyone in town indiscriminately, when 
you get to school everyone already knows all about it. 
Karen was an absolute saint, though. She didn't go alone 
with boys anywhere, she knew karate (which is mostly 
defensive, thank you), and I got her a can of pepper 
spray, which was against the school weapons policy, but 
thanks to that state legal case last year, girls are 
allowed to carry in their purses. 

I only ever had to replace her pepper spray once, when 
somebody tried to grab her while she waited for her ride 
to Dance class. I got her the OC kind with the green 
dye. That stuff is hilarious. if you dose somebody with 
that, it makes identification a lot easier. if the 
police assemble a lineup, you just have to look for the 
guy with the puffy, dark green face.

So they couldn't call her a slut, because all the guys 
knew she wouldn't, so they started making fun of her 
breasts. They called her Bessie, or Clarabell. They 
would say "got milk?" and moo in the hallways. I'm just 
lucky I was in a different school building by then. I 
would have gotten in even more fights. As it was, I got 
in plenty. If you ask me, "Hey, is your sister the one 
with the knockers?" I'm going to make you wish you 
hadn't. Basically, you could call my mother a whore and 
not be inaccurate, but if you try to act like either of 
my sisters is the same way, and I'm going to hit you 
until I get tired. More on that later.

So Karen was a lust object for the guys (even older guys 
and some teachers, I think) and a hate object for the 
girls. Amy, myself, and Mrs. Klemp were the only people 
she could be with or talk to without stupid crap making 
it worse. As the other girls got older, and their bodies 
started developing, some of the heat went off Karen. 
There were plenty of other girls spending all their 
nights and weekends on their back or on their knees, 
that the date-rapists moved on to easier, although less 
juicy, targets. 

Karen, however, developed a maturity and a self-
sufficiency that even I envy at times. I imagine most 
girls would have been miserable wrecks, but Karen shone 
like a diamond. It's easy to see why I admire and 
respect her so much. Thanks again to Mrs. Klemp, for 
helping Karen, the little (effectively) orphan girl 
become a strong woman.

While we're thanking Mrs. Klemp, I should probably 
mention the cooking. Mrs. Klemp is a fantastic cook, and 
I mean in the southern tradition. Biscuits, fried 
potatoes, barbecue, all really good stuff. She even 
taught Karen how to make stuff that nobody here "up 
north" had probably ever heard of, like collard greens, 
fried okra, and grits. Mrs. Klemp is very old fashioned. 
She taught Karen that to love your family means to take 
good care of them, and delicious food is a part of that. 
Not like" a woman's place is in the kitchen," more like 
the idea that a woman can have many, many places, but 
the kitchen definitely *belongs* to her. 

A real woman can make the kitchen her bitch. Which is 
probably for the best. I mean I can make spaghetti and 
toast (and ice) with a reasonable degree of success, but 
a chef I am not. Karen views cooking as an act of 
creation, as well as an act of love, and is happy to do 
it. I also think that every meal that she makes for us 
is a reminder to herself of how much better she is than 
mom ever was, both as a cook, and indeed, as a woman. 
Amy likes cooking too, but doesn't much care for baking 
(too slow). All I have to do is the dishes, and of 
course compliment the cook(s). In all the years they've 
been cooking, I think I've only had to lie twice.

Now, if Karen is a mature, patient, graceful woman at 
age 14, Amy is a circus going over a cliff. Amy's goal 
in life is to swing up and over the bar on the swingset. 
If Karen is a juicy steak and flaky peach pie, then Amy 
is stir-fry chicken and zesty mac and cheese.

Amy took 4 years of karate because she liked it so much. 
She progressed further than we did, as well. She went on 
to take 3 years of gymnastics, and won numerous ribbons. 
We call her our little ninja.

Her favorite place in the whole world is any of the 
local parks. We live near the county seat, and they've 
got this little cake-eater town consisting of yuppies, 
bratty rich kids, and angry elderly. But they have 
several parks scattered throughout the town with big 
swings, slides, and various playground equipment. Amy 
*loves* it there. She's been hooked on it ever since we 
saw an ESPN special on street climbing. She'll run up 
the cargo net, hurtle over the swinging bridge, and dive 
headfirst down the slide. 

It's like her own smaller version of the X games. She 
has come home with wood chips inside her clothes more 
often than I can count, either from going backwards off 
the monkeybars, or diving under the teeter-totter. She 
misuses everything but the swings. She'll use the 
teeter-totter as a balance beam, she'll walk on top of 
the monkeybars, she'll go down the twisty slide standing 
up, like a surfer.

Amy has what I would call a normal build for an active 
9-year-old, but she's a little on the tall side. (She 
didn't inherit the massive breasts from Mom.) She has 
somewhat curly light reddish-brown hair, with dark green 
eyes, and an evil smile that could make the Pope blush. 
Her hair is normally right below her shoulders in 
length, but lately she's been growing it longer. 

Karen sometimes braids it for her, but she usually lets 
it go wild. (It's hilarious to see them. You'll have Amy 
sitting on the floor being perfectly quiet, but making 
faces as Karen pulls her hair into braids. Normally, she 
has the patience of a bullet, but she'll sit there as 
long as it takes, just because she knows Karen enjoys 
fixing her hair.) 

She is constantly banging her knees and skinning her 
elbows. She is as fearless as a lion, but wails like a 
banshee when she hurts herself. She runs like the wind, 
and laughs like a donkey. Farts like one too, much to 
Karen's disgust. Karen is always trying to get Amy to be 
more ladylike, and Amy pretends to get annoyed, but I 
know she actually loves it. Amy idolizes Karen, and does 
a hilarious impression of her, including the way she 
unintentionally wiggles when she walks. Amy used to 
quietly despair that she would never be as beautiful as 
Karen, but lately I think she has realized that she is 
going to be just fine.

Lately (now that I'm driving) the three of us went to 
Local Major Amusement Park. Amy wanted to ride 
everything, but the lines were ridiculous. She soon 
discovered that some of the smaller rides, like Loud 
Music Whirly Thing and Rickety Spinning Contraption were 
just as exciting, because you didn't know if they were 
going to fly apart. Karen and I rode the log flume and 
we got totally soaked. She sat in front and tried to 
duck, but she got all the water right in her lap. She 
had been wearing a white shirt, so her tanned skin and 
pink bra totally showed right through it. 

I took off my black t-shirt and told her to take it to 
the bathroom to change, but it was like a four minute 
walk to the nearest bathroom, and guys were practically 
drooling on their pot-bellies. I walked beside her, of 
course. (This also meant I spent the next two hours 
wearing her shirt that said It's Not Polite To Stare.) 
Amy waited in line for 45 minutes to ride The Devil's 
Crevice, a major loopy steel rollercoaster, and she 
actually got the front seat. Just like that, she was 
hooked. 

Amy bought a shirt at the gift shop that said, "I 
(horned heart) the Devil's Crevice!" In later weeks she 
wore that shirt to the playground, and at least one 
woman took her kids and left immediately.

Amy is allergic to cats, so she can't go with Karen to 
Mrs. Klemp's house, so I sometimes worry about her need 
for role models. Basically, she has Karen, me, and TV. 
I've got no idea how to raise a little girl to be a 
normal woman, but Karen is turning out really well, and 
Amy idolizes her and tries to be just like her, so I 
guess it will work out ok.

So anyway, our house sits on about 32 acres or so, most 
of it wooded. Mrs. Klemp's house sits right next to the 
end of our driveway, but after that, our nearest 
neighbor is like a mile away. The house sits about 200 
yards from the road, at the end of a looooong driveway. 
The first 80 feet of driveway go through some very thick 
trees, and down a little dip, so we are pretty well 
screened from the road. After that we have a field about 
120 feet wide that goes all the way back to the house. 

I cut this meadow with a big riding mower Dad bought a 
few years ago after Amy almost got bit by a snake when 
she went to get the mail. The "Dead End" sign by the top 
of our driveway keeps most people away, because it looks 
like a crappy little road. Karen said she has been at 
Mrs. Klemp's when Girl Scouts or Jemima's Witnesses come 
by, and they just drive past our driveway.

Our house is a big sprawling two-story farmhouse, with a 
front porch that goes all the way around to the back. 
The house has big glass doors that lead out to the 
patio, and we have a picnic table on the back porch, 
under the little second-story overhang. On the patio 
there is an outdoor fireplace where you can see it from 
both the pool and the hot tub. The fireplace has a grill 
thing that you can put on it, and sometimes Karen will 
grill stuff if we are spending the evening relaxing 
outside. 

The hot tub sits at the western end of the pool, and the 
fireplace is kinda tucked at the very edge of the patio. 
Our hot tub is big, one of those big square ones that 
they call a ten-person spa, although I think the only 
way you could get ten people in it is if they were all 
standing up. Get everybody sitting and relaxing, and it 
would hold maybe five before you'd have to put your feet 
in someone's lap. I really love our hot tub. If you've 
never been in one, then you have no idea what you're 
missing. 

We actually hung an all-weather clock on the back porch, 
because when you're relaxing in a hot tub, time slips 
away. they warn you not to get it too hot, because you 
can actually get heat stroke, and effectively cook 
yourself. I chopped a lot of wood growing up, and a soak 
in the hot tub is the BEST way to loosen sore muscles.

The pool is a big in-ground unit, not Olympic sized or 
anything, but still pretty decent. We have steps instead 
of a ladder, and no diving board. Amy and Karen 
practically live in it. (When Amy was five she wanted to 
be a mermaid.) We have all manner of pool toys. Rafts, 
floating lounges, various inflatable animals. I tend to 
go for little battery-powered things like boats or 
sharks or whatever. Karen likes to float, or race back 
and forth, Amy likes to dive for golf balls, or run and 
try to cannonball. Swimming is how Karen gets her 
workouts.

In the lawn behind the pool is where Amy and Karen have 
their garden. I tilled up a 40 x 60 chunk of land, and 
they plant tomatoes, zucchini, cucumbers, and 
watermelons. They tried strawberries one year, but 
critters got almost all of them. They have fun out 
there, I guess. Gardening really isn't my thing, 
although I like to eat what they grow. They get these 
seed catalogs with really cool varieties of vegetables, 
so we occasionally have white or purple tomatoes or 
something. (although white cucumbers remind of those 
Bunnicula books I read when I was a kid.)

Past the garden on the left and back about 30 yards is 
the barn (this used to be a farm, after all) but the 
only things in it now are the big riding mower, the 
tiller and some other tools (my axe), and Dad's second 
car, which he just purchased recently, like within the 
last two years. Dad's primary car (a Celica) is almost 
permanently at the airport. He said he sees enough taxis 
in other towns, when he comes home, he wants to drive 
his OWN car. (although he's NEVER home, so what kind of 
sense does it really make.)

Dad's car is one of those new Mustangs, solid black with 
tinted windows. He's never home so I don't know why he 
bought it, I think he just really wanted one. He got the 
leather interior, the multi-cd changer, the cool wheels. 
He even found someone to install exhaust cutouts. For 
those of you who have never seen a J.C. Whitley catalog, 
exhaust cutouts are a little "Y" pipe you install 
between the engine and the muffler. It has a little 
valve in the center, and a T-handled cable pull that you 
run up through the floor near the gear shift. When 
pulled, this valve shuts off exhaust to the muffler, and 
blows it right out of the pipe, under the car. You would 
do this when out on the highway, because it increases 
horsepower, gas mileage, and it makes the car a hell of 
a lot louder.

If you've ever been driving and you get passed by one of 
those "Loud Pipes Save Lives" motorcycle dickheads, you 
get the idea. (Those guys piss me off. Loud pipes are 
just loud pipes, they're not safety equipment. The t-
shirts shouldn't say "Loud pipes save lives" they should 
say "Loud pipes make my pee-pee seem bigger." Same thing 
with those giant diesel pickup trucks with semi-obscene 
decals like "Don't ram it, stroke it!" or those stupid 
rubber TrukNutz. I want to get some bumper stickers 
printed that say "Please don't laugh at my tiny penis!" 
and then I would put it on those trucks and run away.)

Behind the barn, the woods start again. When Dad first 
bought the house, he had a few things added (I.e., the 
pool, the hot tub, the outdoor fireplace, the glass 
doors leading out of the kitchen/breakfast nook, you 
know, all the stuff farmers would have no use for.) He 
also had about an acre of woods landscaped. they pulled 
out all the scrubby little undergrowth, planted grass, 
pruned the trees, and put in a path. So you've got this 
carpet of green, with a few big rocks tastefully placed, 
and decent-sized trees everywhere. When you watch those 
old Errol Flynn Robin Hood movies, you see what I'm 
talking about. 

It's actually really nice. we played hide and seek, 
robin hood, cowboy and indians, and a few years ago we 
even played House of Flying Daggers a little bit. Right 
at the edge of the landscaped part, the ground changes 
elevation, and there's this little depression in the 
land, like a valley, but only about 30 yards across, 
where the creek that comes out of what used to be the 
cow pasture (or corn field, we're not sure) and goes 
over some rocks in a waterfall about 20 feet down. It 
looks like there had been a cave or something on the 
hillside that fell in, but who knows. So you get to the 
end of the fake woods, and then there's this sloped path 
leading down into this gully, where the waterfall hits, 
and right there they put a gazebo.

On that portion of our property, the creek flows south 
to north, so down in the gully it's usually in the 
shade. The gazebo is white with a dusky green roof, six-
sided, and has benches on three of the sides. Hanging up 
high from the exposed rafters is a Citronella lantern, 
so you can keep the bugs off. It is a beautiful little 
sanctuary. This is the kind of thing that raises your 
property value another $50,000. I used to go out there a 
lot when I was younger, because I had to get out of the 
house (Mom screwing strangers) or because something was 
troubling me (Mom screwing creepy strangers). 

I used to take a book, but rarely read it, because I 
would just sit there, listening to the waterfall, or 
watching the fireflies (at night). Karen would sometimes 
join me there, although she usually tried to make little 
boats from leaves or sticks and float them where the 
creek fed out of the pool at the base of the waterfall. 
As a kid, these were some of the best times in my life, 
I think. Me and Karen, not even talking, just being 
outside in the peace and beauty of Nature.

In less peaceful times (after age 9 or so), I would take 
an ax out of the barn and go cut down trees. A full-
sized tree would take me about a month to process, what 
with chopping down, removing branches, chopping and 
splitting the trunk, and dragging the wood to the 
woodpile. We had three fireplaces in the house, pool, 
living room, and master bedroom, so we could use the 
wood.

It occurs to me as I am writing this that I probably 
*helped* Mom get laid, because she could set a fire in 
the master bedroom and then screw on the sheepskin rug 
in front of it. Tres romantique! (Sigh.)

Karen would be at dance or gymnastics, baby Amy, bless 
her clueless little heart, would be at daycare, and I 
would have to get out of the house, or listen to mom 
screech and swear while she fucked some stranger. So, I 
would hike out, pick a tree right on the edge of one of 
our fields, and work on chopping it down. I burned a lot 
of energy (and hostility) with that exhausting exercise. 

I also started getting muscles in my arms, shoulders, 
and neck. I'm not ripped like one of those steroid 
freaks, but I guess I look pretty good with my shirt 
off. (Karen says I've got the body of a god, Amy says my 
torso looks like Ryan Reynolds in Blade III, but I don't 
really believe either one of them.) I certainly get a 
fair amount of attention from the ladies. I'll elaborate 
on that later (Eye roll.)

I remember one time about two months before Mom 
scrammed, I trudged up onto the back porch from the 
west, all sweaty and carrying my axe. (I like the 
double-sided {bitted?} axe because you have twice as 
many surfaces to work with, and it takes less time to 
chop without having to stop and sharpen.) Through the 
screen door I hear mom's latest fuckbuddy (she brought 
him home from the gas station, goddammit) tell her that 
she should dress up like a cheerleader, and he'll "pole 
her ass" on Karen's bed.

I didn't even wait to hear Mom's reply, I just charged 
into the kitchen (I don't remember opening the screen 
door. I might have gone THROUGH it) and tossed my axe 
onto the table, knocking his coffee mug into his lap. As 
he drew in breath to scream, he tipped his chair 
backwards trying to get away from the pain in his newly 
French-Roasted testicles. I kicked the back leg of the 
chair, which broke, flinging him backwards onto the 
floor, where his head made a very satisfying noise. 
(thoonk!) Mom was yelling at this point, but I leaned 
right down in his face and screamed "GET THE FUCK OUT OF 
HERE YOU SICK BASTARD!!!"

Now a threat from an eleven-year-old probably wouldn't 
carry much weight normally, but a sweaty, wild-eyed, 
axe-wielding, slightly muscled eleven-year-old covered 
in wood chips can lay down a pretty clear message. Never 
mind the burnt balls and busted head, he wasn't about to 
argue. He scrambled up and tore out of there. Mom was 
livid. 

I ignored her, grabbed my axe, and went to take a 
shower. (I took the axe with me so Mom couldn't get rid 
of it.) I went into my room and started getting my clean 
underwear, when I hear the lock on my bedroom door 
click. Mom had locked me in. We have old-fashioned doors 
where there is an actual keyhole, and the same key works 
from both sides. What Mom forgot in her anger was that 
my room has more than one door. 

Our bedrooms are connected in kind of a U-shape, with 
the bathroom in the middle. Mine, then Amy, then Karen, 
curve around the upstairs bathroom. Mine, the bathroom, 
and Karen's all have doorways to the hall. If someone is 
using the bathroom, Amy can enter or exit her room via 
mine or Karen's.

I ran through the bathroom, and got into the hallway 
right as mom got to the door, and I lunged and grabbed 
the key out of her hand. She shrieked at me about how 
dare you, I'm your mother and you will obey me, blah, 
blah, blah, blah. I told her calmly that if any of her 
male visitors even *looked* at Amy or Karen wrong, I was 
calling the police. She shouted about how she was boss 
around here, not me. 

I repeated my statement and told her that with as many 
scumbags as she brought to the house, she really had no 
idea what could happen. She just made this face like a 
mad bullfrog, and stormed away. I checked Karen's, mine, 
and hell even Amy's bed for signs of screwage, locked 
all three hall doors, and went back out to chop more 
wood, because I was angry again.

Mom didn't make any supper that night. When she brought 
Karen and Amy home, she told them that since I was so 
big and important, *I* could feed them. She took her 
keys and went to the bar. We made peanut butter and 
jelly sandwiches and sat at the table (Now missing a 
chair.) I gave Karen the key to our rooms and told her 
to keep her door, and the bathroom doors locked. She 
asked me what had happened, and I told her some of it, 
how one of Mom's "boyfriends" had wanted to do "stuff" 
in her room. She shuddered. 

"Is that what Mom was so mad about?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah, I kinda threw the guy out." I said.

"Mom was mad all the way home," Karen said. "She talked 
about sending you to Juvenile Hall."

I snorted. "Well, I scared the crap out of the guy 
before he left, but I don't think they'll arrest me. I'm 
pretty sure a cop would think I did the right thing."

"*I* think you did the right thing," She said, and got 
up, walked over, put her arms around my neck, and gave 
me a big kiss on the cheek. My heart gave a little flip. 
We'd given each other kisses on the cheek before, but 
this one felt different. This one was a reward.

"Kiss me! Kiss me!" Amy piped up happily, her face 
covered in jelly. We wiped her off, and did so.

I still chop wood, but now I sometimes do it for fun. 
I'm not as angry all the time anymore. You can only stay 
so mad for so long. Over the years, my anger at mom for 
leaving us, and Dad for ignoring us kinda faded, 
especially as Karen and Amy and I grew stronger 
together.

TV is the only source we have for seeing how families 
behave, and I'm sure that's a terrible thing. The good 
news is we try to do the opposite of however they do it. 
Dumb dad, shrewish mom, bratty disrespectful genius 
kids, it's sickening. (If the kids are so smart about 
everything, how come they always sneak out to get 
arrested at the concert, or they always do what their 
shoplifting idiot friend tells them to do.) The only 
time those characters are nice to each other, it is 
after 23 minutes of one-liners, snarky advice, and flat-
out verbal abuse. They hug just once, at the finale, at 
the moment of "AWWWWWW" that I think is required by law. 
They should do a linear sitcom, where the characters 
learn from their wacky hijinks and act accordingly next 
week. 

The mom and dad would get a divorce, and the kids would 
be in military school. Those wacky neighbors who waltz 
right into your house, day or night, would either be 
shot or served with restraining orders. That wouldn't be 
a very funny sitcom, unless you just hated the 
characters so bad that seeing them unhappy made you 
smile. Wow did I get off-topic.

What I meant to say was that Karen, Amy, and I have 
always been a team. None of that "he took my 
dolly!"/"she took my baseball!" crap. *WE* are the only 
family we've got, so we've always treated each other 
like gold. It's us against the world. We get along 
really well, in fact. there have been some rough spots, 
(Amy wanted a tattoo when she was 7, and hated me for 
weeks when I told her hell no) but we're closer than I 
think most other families are.

You see on TV where a family will go in to watch TV or 
play a movie, and everyone gets their own couch. We are 
not like that at all. Our living room has a couch, and 
two big single-person chairs. We rarely ever use the 
chairs because we all sit together on the couch. 
Usually, I'll sit on the couch, Karen will sit on the 
floor between my feet, leaning back against the bottom 
edge the couch, (She swears the floor in front of the 
couch is always more comfortable than being ON the 
couch) and Amy will sit next to me, either leaning 
against me, or lying sideways on the couch with her feet 
in my lap. Amy likes to have my arm around her if she's 
leaning against me, either on the back of the couch, or 
actually around her shoulders.

We don't watch a LOT of TV, but there are some shows we 
enjoy together. Karen loves Jeopardy, Amy loves Wheel Of 
Fortune, and I'd love Las Vegas if they got rid of all 
the people on it and replaced them with different 
people.

We've always been very "touchy." Hugs, foot-rubs, neck-
rubs, even backrubs are sometimes daily occurrences 
around our house. Very often when we watch TV, Karen is 
rubbing my feet, and I am rubbing her neck or her 
shoulders. Amy *loves* getting her back rubbed. when we 
go out to the pool she always asks for help putting on 
lotion, I think because it means she'll get her back 
massaged. When we sit and watch movies or TV, I'll rub 
Karen's neck and shoulders, and she will practically 
purr. 

A few months before this narrative started, Amy brought 
home a book on massage from the library, and she and 
Karen teamed up to give me a backrub that I think made 
me pass out. I had been chopping wood for a few hours, 
and I came in, took a shower, and put on some running 
shorts. They had me lay down on the sheepskin rug in the 
master bedroom, and they both went to work on my back, 
neck and arms. 

I got so relaxed I fell asleep for about four hours, 
right in the middle of the afternoon. (I was lucky I was 
laying on my stomach because when I came to, I had been 
laying on an erection that had left a dent in the rug.) 
Amy said I was snoring into the rug, and it was sooooooo 
cute. All my joints felt loose, like my bones had been 
removed, polished, and replaced, but in a good way.

Another thing that happens a lot is when we get summer 
thunderstorms, or the weather gets really really cold, 
girls tend to show up in my bed. My bed is the meeting 
place because I got the old queen size that Mom and Dad 
had when they first got married. When they moved to this 
house they upgraded to a Super King (which is big enough 
for several people) and gave me the old queen size, 
which has a black square headboard, and no footboard. 
Karen's bed is this old twin bed with white metal 
grillwork and swirly metal curlicues on it. 

A long time ago she got fake flowering vines at the 
craft store and intertwined them at the top and bottom. 
Amy's bed is this single canopy bed, pink, that looks 
like some Disnae knock-off.

So my bed, being the biggest, and the warmest (girls are 
almost always cold first), and the safest (I'm in it 
usually) they come flying in if they get frozen or 
scared awake by thunder. Neither one of them cares for 
thunderstorms. In the winter I'll roll over and 
encounter a human ice block, in the summer storm season, 
a scared girl will come bouncing onto my mattress and 
burrow against my chest, and cover her ears. This is not 
a bad thing, but sometimes I was really sleeping quite 
well, and getting jolted awake isn't anyone's idea of a 
good time.

As you may have already guessed, I am very protective of 
my sisters. This fact did not make me very well liked at 
school. I was always getting called to the office. "Why 
did you bust Billy Bigmouth's nose?" Because he told the 
guys in the locker room that he was going to tittyfuck 
Karen. "Why did you give Sammy Shithead a black eye?" 
Because he asked me when Karen was going to be "up for 
grabs" and pantomimed grabbing her breasts. About the 
most trouble I got in was when one guy, let's call him 
Freddy Fuckface, mused aloud as to whether Amy spit or 
swallowed, and I knocked two of his bottom teeth down 
his throat. 

I almost got sued, blah, blah, blah, and if it hadn't 
been said in the lunch line where the art teacher 
overheard it, I probably would have been in real 
trouble. As it was, this is what finally got me kicked 
out of school right at the start of my junior year. The 
art teacher vouched for me as just defending my sister 
(again) but the principal had just had enough of me. The 
art teacher was kinda cute too. The principal, on the 
other hand, looked a lot like Hillary "Icebox" Clinton. 
So, out I went. 

While I'm thinking about it, it was kinda interesting to 
see how other guys treated their sisters. Older sisters 
were hated and treated like whores, which I'm sure some 
of them were. Younger sisters were either hated and 
treated like nuisances or sneak thieves, or they were 
treated like little babies. Every guy there who had one 
treated his sister as if she were competition for the 
same resources. Nobody had what I would call a good 
relationship with anybody.

So anyway, they boot me, and so then I get nervous, 
because that year, Karen is going to high school without 
me. (She would have been what? Eighth grade?) Mrs. Klemp 
saved us again. she got all three of us on this cyber-
school thing, which is the best invention ever. We got 
three computers, internet, and just like that, we're 
free. I mean yeah, we have to be up at a certain time, 
and we have to do our school work, but it's at the 
house, there's no dress code, and we can pee or get a 
drink any time we want without asking for permission. 
It's great! 

Technically Mrs. Klemp is supposed to be there, 
proctoring or something, but usually it's just me. 
(Don't tell anyone ok? *huge wink*) I think she was 
there one whole week (five days, 8am to 2:30), but when 
she saw how well we were doing, she kinda gave the reins 
to me and Karen and told us good luck, which suits us 
just fine. I mean yeah, I help Karen with history, and 
she helps Amy with math, but we basically do all our own 
work.

This cyber-school things suits me perfectly. I didn't 
really have many friends (me and Scott never talk 
anymore really) and being the son of the town slut and 
very protective of my hot sister didn't make me any more 
popular. Karen didn't have any real friends either, for 
reasons previously stated, so the only one to miss out 
was Amy. Amy took it well, and she still chats with lots 
of her friends, or meets them at the park, so we're 
doing well. School is actually pretty cool now.

Karen still occasionally chats with a few of the girls 
from her class, but she doesn't visit, and if they 
stopped talking to her tomorrow she wouldn't shed any 
tears. 

Growing up together has been kind of interesting in some 
respects, though. Sexuality kind of came to us when we 
weren't ready. Mom gave Karen a few talks (Never in 
private, always somewhere embarrassing, like during 
dinner) but the talks were always like "Don't have sex 
with guys unless they are rich, or really good-looking, 
or you want to." 

Those particular criteria seem to include just about 
anyone, though. I might have suggested something like 
"Don't have sex with someone you just met, and NEVER 
have sex with anyone you don't love." Mom never told me 
what to expect, and neither did Dad either, dammit.

I mean I knew that my penis would get bigger and harder 
when I was looking at pretty girls on TV (thanx 
Skinemax) or when I was trying to imagine what sex was 
like, but the other specifics of sex evaded my 
deductions.

You ever get those catalogs that are just advertisements 
for more catalogs? They have titles like "Most Amazing 
Catalogs In the World!" and they'll always warn you that 
this is your last issue? Inside will be a collection of 
goofy little outlet-store places selling Tableware or 
Winston cigarette apparel. There will also be ads for 
Filipino mail-order brides and Meet Russian Women! But, 
they also have ads from places like FredLick's of 
Hollywood, Vanessa's Chambre, Flirty!, and Whore 
Uniforms, Ltd. I went and got a p.o. box in town, (this 
is when I was 14, I think) and had lingerie catalogs 
delivered there.

It was great, but it never really worked, because I had 
not discovered the principle of lubrication. ANY dink 
will shrink if it is rasping away in a dry hand. So I'd 
rub my cock until it got sore, and then I'd kinda give 
up and go take a shower or whatever. I had "blue balls" 
a few times, lemme tell ya. 

(I'm going to interrupt myself a moment to complain 
about evolution. Nature favors the vagina. From age two, 
most girls are surrounded by objects that could be used 
for masturbation purposes, and adults seem totally 
oblivious to this. All a girl needs is something shaped 
like a finger, and not squishy like a marshmallow. Ink 
pens, certain toys, candles, even some food items would 
suffice. Come with me to the pet store, and I could find 
you at least a dozen things that an enterprising girl 
could get off with. Does your daughter have one of those 
Wiggle Pens? You know, the one that has a vibrator in 
the top so your penmanship comes out all swirly? If she 
does, and if she's not retarded, I guarantee she's come 
on it at least once. A couple of years ago there was a 
big flap about those Harry Potter Nimbus 2000 toy 
brooms. The thing was shaped like a G-spot vibrator, and 
they even TOLD you to clench it between your legs! 
Almost every set of plastic toy food comes with a little 
red hot dog. Handles on fancy toothbrushes. Those little 
pocket flashlights with rubber-nubbed no-slip handles. 
Girls have it easy. Vaginas seem much easier to 
accomodate, in terms of self-exploration. Me, on the 
other hand, try finding a suitable fake vagina in your 
local department store. Ain't happenin. I tried toilet 
paper rolls, but my dick was too thick to fit in. Paper 
towel rolls, same story. Somebody in a chat room one 
time suggested getting a gourd vegetable, like a pumpkin 
or a cantaloupe, and making a hole in it. Those things 
are hard on the outside, and once you're in, the hole 
stays the same size as your last thrust, so other than 
scraping against the opening rim, you don't feel much. 
Plus, you feel like an idiot. Guys have it much more 
difficult.)

The only orgasms I had before I was 15 came from wet 
dreams, which suck. Wet dreams are unreliable, and 
uncontrollable. Pretty much the minute I realized I was 
dreaming, I would wake up. I remember one time I had a 
dream that two gorgeous girls asked me if I wanted to 
have sex with them, and I actually said "no" because I 
didn't realize it was a dream. Had I realized it was a 
dream, I would have had sex with ANY girl, but thinking 
like a responsible person, I said no because I didn't 
know who they were. I woke up and went "SHIT!"

Wet dreams always left you feeling cold, sticky, and 
gross. Plus I always tended to wake up right at the 
moment of orgasm anyway, which totally ruins the moment. 
Imagine goin at it, and right when you are about to 
come, and ejaculation is already inevitable, someone 
yanks you out of bed, (out of your partner) and throws 
you out in the street. Kinda like yes yes yes YES YES 
HUH? *clunk* ohhhhhhh. Those last few seconds can make 
all the difference between a great time and a lousy 
time. So snapping awake right as you start to ejaculate 
means that while dealing with the fact that you were 
only *dreaming* about sex with a beautiful girl, now you 
have to go clean up a mess too.

And I tended to be messy. Wet dreams were the worst 
because I lacked the ability to do it to myself, so when 
they came, they really unloaded me. Masturbating, I 
usually get five or six good squirts, and then an hour 
of dribbling. Wet dreams though, geez. A month's worth 
of cum would be produced, so I would have to get up and 
try to change my sheets while still groggy and dopey 
from the experience.

(I think I read once where the average male emits 
between three and seven million cells when ejaculating, 
and the body immediately sets about trying to rebuild 
them when they are jettisoned so suddenly. This is why 
guys tend to go to sleep after an orgasm. I think that 
seven million may be towards the low end of my spectrum, 
because I seem to cum a LOT.)

Anyway, I had to get up and change my sheets immediately 
because my bed was not a private place, for reasons 
mentioned earlier. This didn't always work out, however.

When I was 13, I had a wet dream that made perhaps the 
biggest mess ever. I had been laying on my stomach, 
humping the mattress I guess, and I blew the Wad Of The 
Century. I mean I really hosed down my bed. I awoke in 
this warm puddle that went from my navel to my knees. I 
threw off the covers, and inspected the damage. the wet 
spot had to be about two feet across, no exaggerations. 

I had soaked right through my underwear, and the flannel 
PJ bottoms I wore in colder months, to leave a big goo 
patch on the mattress. I threw the blankets back, 
checked to see if they were dry, and crawled backwards 
off the bed, carefully trying not to touch anything 
sticky to anything clean.

I stumbled to the bathroom, my penis doing that 
itchy/tingly thing it does right after an orgasm, where 
you can barely stand to touch it. I peeled off my sodden 
PJs and underwear, balled them up, and stuck them 
waaaaaayyy down in the hamper. I then staggered into the 
shower real quick to wash away my sins. 

I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around myself, and 
stumbled back into the bedroom, to find a terrible 
surprise. Ten-year-old Karen, on her hands and knees in 
her Bratz nightgown, in the middle of my bed, inspecting 
my jizz-puddle!!

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

"I was freezing when I woke up, so I came in here," She 
murmured. "What is this stuff? I climbed up on your bed 
and my hand went right in it."

She held up her right hand and I was horrified to see it 
shiny with my semen.

Thinking fast, I lied. "I forgot a bottle of hand lotion 
on my bed today, and I accidentally rolled over on it 
and the lid came off." (Hand lotion! I'm a genius! I 
thought to myself)

She rubbed her fingers together experimentally, then 
held it up to her nose. I shivered. "I don't think I've 
seen this kind before," she said, "It smells kinda 
metallic, but... good..." Her eyebrows formed a curious 
frown. "I sorta like it. why did you have it in here 
anyway?"

(Hand lotion?! What kind of idiot am I?! I thought to 
myself) "I put it on my hands so I don't get blisters 
after chopping wood." I blurted. "Listen, the bottle was 
really old, and I already threw it away. I think the 
stuff went bad or something. Here, help me get the 
sheets off, we'll get dry ones."

She crawled backwards towards me, holding her right hand 
up to avoid getting it on the sheet, and as she did so, 
her nightgown rode up. I found myself looking at her 
panties, which I dimly noticed were covered with little 
cherries, and the waistband said "JUICY! TASTY! SWEET!" 
over and over again. This made me remember I was only 
wearing a towel.

"Umm, go wash that off, and I'll get a new sheet," I 
said, backing towards my dresser.

She mumbled ok sleepily, and trudged towards the 
bathroom. As she went I noticed her raising her hand to 
smell it again. Oh geez, I thought, if she only knew. I 
spun around quickly, and yanked my underwear drawer 
open. Nothing! I tried the next drawer, and other than a 
stocking cap and two brown bandannas I had never used, 
there was only a pair of boxers Dad had been given as a 
joke, and they just kinda got brought in from the 
laundry room one day.

Oh crap. They were bright white, with the Burger King 
logo on one leg, and written on the other leg it said 
Home Of The Whopper! I sighed disgustedly. Brilliant! My 
luck is really holding together tonight, I thought. I 
could hear Karen clunking around the sink in the 
bathroom, so I quickly put on the semi-smutty novelty 
underwear, and discarded my towel. I then pulled off the 
sheet, wadded it up, and tried to scrub at the wet spot 
for a few seconds.

Karen plodded out of the bathroom, and sleepily 
announced "I'm cold."

As she rubbed her eyes, I told her to wrap up in a 
blanket and wait a moment while I found a clean sheet. I 
blundered out into the hallway (remember, not even ten 
minutes ago, I had a HUGE orgasm) and lurched to the 
hall linen closet, where I chose a thick flannel sheet, 
and staggered back towards my room. 

Karen was kneeling on the bed with her hands in her lap, 
I guess, with my blanket wrapped around her completely 
like a shawl. Her eyes were closed, and she was 
breathing deeply. I asked her if she was ok.

"Oh!" she startled, her eyes popping open, "Yes, I 
just... I felt..." she blushed very red, "...funny."

Genius that I am, I failed to take note of that, but 
just said, "here, help me with the sheet."

We got the sheet on, and the pillows replaced, and 
crawled into bed. She snuggled right up against me and 
gave a cute little shiver. I put my arms around her and 
moved her hair out of our faces. I also noticed her hair 
smelled like strawberries. Mmmmm. As we began to get 
warm again, I reached up and rubbed her shoulder and 
neck a little. She stretched against me, and gave a 
happy little sigh, breathing right on my neck.

Several things began to happen. 1. I got a bit ticklish. 
2. I felt her breasts rubbing against me as she arched 
her back, and 3. Life returned to my penis. 

I mean here we are, snuggled up belly to belly, she's 
rubbing her breasts against me softly (and they are firm 
breasts, believe me friends. You KNOW when they're 
rubbing against your chest.) If my penis had been a 
drawbridge, there would have been ringing bells and 
flashing lights as it prepared to rise. I had to move 
fast. (erection 7%)

I picked her up, and rolled over onto my other side, 
carrying her up and over my body, and laid her on her 
back on my left side. I then pulled up both my legs, and 
draped her legs over mine so it was like she was sitting 
in a chair that had fallen over backwards. This way, 
when my cock reached full salute, it would be shielded 
on either side by my thighs, and she wouldn't feel it 
prodding against her, she would feel constant pressure 
of her butt resting against my lap, sideways. My left 
arm was under her shoulders, my right I just laid across 
her ribcage, below her (large, firm, wonderful) breasts. 
I felt so guilty. I was getting a hard-on from my 
sister! (erection 15%)

She, meanwhile, kinda went Oooohhh! while I moved her 
and then rubbed my arm.

"I sometimes forget just how strong you are." she said, 
stroking my bicep.

I didn't know what to say to this, so I said nothing. 
(erection 30%)

"All the girls in my class are crazy about you, you 
know." She mumbled sleepily.

"Huh?" I articulated. (erection 40%)

"Carrie always watches you when you're outside in gym 
class, Jessi practically slides out of her seat in the 
cafeteria when you walk by, and even Mandy can't stop 
talking about you and she used to hate you." She was 
getting drowsier every second.

I racked my brain and came up with nothing on Mandy. 
"She did?" (erection 50%)

"You gave her brother two black eyes and a busted nose 
last year." Oh, him. Let's call him Jimmy Jerkoff. He 
told a guy in wood shop that he wanted to give Karen 
some of his "Special Eye-drops" with a jacking-off 
motion of his hands. He probably didn't realize I was 
standing right behind him. (erection back to 40%)

Karen was nearly asleep now, but she said "They all 
think you're the hottest boy in the eighth grade." 
(eighth grade was the highest grade in the middle 
school.)

"What do you think?" I asked, expecting some silly or 
flippant answer (erection 35%)

"I think you're the most wonderful guy in the entire 
world." She turned her head and kissed me right on the 
corner of my mouth. (erection 80% and rising)

She nuzzled against me for a few seconds, gave a happy 
sigh, and fell asleep. (erection 108%)

It was like an electric shock had gone through me. That 
kiss had been gentle and sweet, but it was like someone 
hit me with a cattle prod. I was bolt awake, my penis 
was practically making a noise like a plucked bass 
guitar string (thuuuuggggg!), and I was sure I would 
never sleep again. I just lay in bed, with a lovely girl 
in my arms, and suffered. I eventually drifted off to 
sleep, but not before plenty of time to silently yell at 
myself to get over what I was feeling. She was my 
sister, right? I can't feel sexually attracted to her!

Sleep, when it came, was welcome.

A few years later I was moving around some old boxes in 
the attic, looking for Christmas decorations again, when 
I found an old cardboard box that was sealed up with 
electrical tape. It was a small box, but heavy, and it 
rattled a little. Also, someone had taken tape and made 
an "X" on each side. 

X marks the spot, I thought, so I took it downstairs 
into mom and dad's old room where the light was better, 
to look at it. From that day forward, my life changed. 
The box contained about 12 issues of Playboy, 2 
Hustlers, six video tapes, and half a bottle of lube. 
This had to belong to Dad, I thought. It was a veritable 
Pornucopia.

Well, Amy was doing her homework in the rec-room, Karen 
was watering the garden, so I decided to see what was on 
the videotapes. I opened the TV cabinet there in mom and 
dad's room, turned the volume way down, and put in the 
first tape. (All of them were labeled in pencil, which 
doesn't show up too well.)

It was porn. Seventies porn. Brown-ish yellow light, 
squealy guitar solos, honest to gosh porn. Not the titty 
movies you get on Cinemax where the girl is apparently 
humping the guy's navel, and the camera angle is so bad 
you can see they are both still wearing bikini 
underwear, but real dicks in real pussies. 

I mean, they weren't the most attractive people, (the 
women tended to have big hair and all the guys looked 
like Magnum P.I. and EVERYBODY looked greasy,) but it 
was still porn. I was a little bit turned on, and a 
little bit nauseated. The first time I saw the sexual 
act for real, it looked a little unromantic and 
unglamorous.

I mean I imagined it to be awesome and beautiful, but 
instead it was some really hairy guy with his arm in a 
cast screwing some fat lady partially dressed as a nurse 
in the least convincing hospital room I think I've ever 
seen.

I popped that tape out, and put in the next. this one 
had been rewound, so when it started, it was some movie 
called "Like a Fish Needs a Bicycle" so at first I 
thought it was some foreign art film or something. 
Instead, and much to my delight, it was a lesbian porno. 

It started with two women lounging on lawn chairs 
talking about sex, and suddenly one of them pulls out 
this pink jelly penis (a dildo, I learned) and the 
taller one straddled the shorter one (who held the dildo 
over her crotch) and started screwing herself with it. 
THIS was about the hottest thing I had ever seen. I 
noticed the half bottle of lube, and put two and two 
together. 

I quickly walked over to the window, and saw Karen still 
working in the garden, weeding now, apparently. I moved 
to the hall door and listened for Amy. I could hear the 
TV on, so she must still be in the room. I locked the 
door, and returned to the edge of the bed where I had 
been seated, and quickly shucked my pants down to my 
ankles. My dick was already waiting for me.

I get about five drops of lube, and start rubbing my 
dick the way the shorter girl had rubbed the dildo, 
twisting slightly, and not sliding all the way off the 
end. I knew I was on to something, because it 
immediately felt better than anything in my life had 
ever felt.

After a few minutes of onscreen sex, the shorter girl 
asked the taller one. "Ready for your ass?" My jaw hit 
the floor. This had never even occurred to me. I 
watched, utterly amazed, as the taller girl stood, 
repositioned, and slipped the dildo into her butt, and 
then sat all the way down on it. They then recommenced 
screwing, only with about twice the enthusiasm as 
before.

I started to get a feeling in my cock like I when I have 
to pee really bad. I thought, hell no, I ain't missing 
this, I'll just hold it, so I clenched the muscle that 
keeps me from peeing. ( I later learned that this is the 
Pubococcus muscle, or the PC, and clenching it actually 
hurries the orgasm along.) Meanwhile, the feeling got so 
intense I was almost terrified, and my penis exploded. I 
mean I GUSHED cum all over the place. Some hit the TV, 
some splurted onto my stomach, and the rest of it got 
all over my hands and the floor.

I think it was at this point that I fell off the bed. I 
made a loud clunk when I hit the hardwood floor, and the 
Pornucopia slid off too, and clattered everywhere. I 
immediately swooped it back into the box (hands all 
sticky) and kicked it back out of sight under the bed.

It seemed like instantly, I could hear Amy knocking on 
the door. "Are you ok?" she asked, her voice sounding a 
little frightened.

"I'm fine," I panted, trying to get over to the TV to 
take out the video which was still playing. I hurled the 
video under the bed, and looked down. I was covered in 
cum, and the floor had telltale spots and splurts all 
over it. I yanked off the t-shirt I was wearing and 
started wiping off the TV screen.

"A spider got on my neck and I dropped a box off the 
ladder." I said, out of breath, as I mopped the floor 
with the cummy t-shirt.

"Really?" Amy said, still sounding worried. "Why is the 
door locked? Are you ok?

I threw the shirt into the hamper, yanked up my pants, 
and unlocked the door, my knees still weak, and I'm 
sure, my face still flushed. "It must have swung 
closed."

Amy peered past me into the room. "Where's your shirt?"

"I squished the spider in it, so I took it off." I 
didn't like lying to her, but she was 7. No way I could 
tell her what I was really doing.

"Ewwww!" She said, then turned to me, smiling evilly. 
"You yelled a bad word!"

"Huh?" I had no memory of yelling anything.

"You said 'Oh God, Oh *shit*!' right before I heard the 
box fall." She mouthed the word shit silently.

"Umm, spiders freak me out?" My mind raced. Did I really 
yell?

"well, you shouldn't swear," she preached with all the 
gravity of a seven-year-old wearing yellow rubber boots, 
a short Care Bears dress, and a plastic princess crown. 
(we let Amy dress herself on non-school days.)

"Shouldn't you be doing some homework?" I asked wryly.

"I had to come upstairs to in-vest-I-gate the emer-gen-
cy." She announced, carefully using grown-up words. "Are 
you sure you're ok? You look weird."

"Well, get back to work, I'm fine." I tousled her hair 
with my left hand (The non-sticky one.)

She marched from the room, and I quickly grabbed the box 
and hid it in my closet. 

In my haste, I must have missed a few items from when 
the box fell out on the floor, because later that night 
when I went to check on my little treasures, there were 
only about four VCR tapes in the box, and I was sure I 
had started with six. I snuck back out to the master 
bedroom (I just now decided not to call it mom and dad's 
room anymore, because frankly, they don't live here) and 
dug under the bed for about 20 minutes, but I didn't 
find anything besides shoes and some ripped lingerie, 
which was really gross.

At the time, I had no idea where they went, or what 
happened to them. I looked at what was left and saw it 
was "Nasty Nurses," "Like a Fish Needs a Bicycle," 
"Worlds Hairiest Tang," and "Debbie Duz Taxes." I threw 
away the "Hairiest" one without viewing it.

However, I didn't let the missing tapes bother me too 
much because I had sweet, sweet porn. ( I was always 
afraid to get too adventurous with the cyber school 
computers because I am sure they monitor that stuff, and 
the less scrutiny our family situation got, the better 
it was for us, right?)

Best of all, and I think the most useful to me, there 
was an old Adam and Eve catalog tucked into the second 
playboy (Girls of the SEC.) Adam and Eve is the best. If 
you buy lube or a sex toy, they'll give you like four 
hours of porn to go with it. Modern porn with attractive 
people in it (Mostly.) I got myself a pocket pussy and 
some ID Glide lube, and they sent me *I Wanna Fuck You 
Up The Ass* and *Joe Squirt.* Squirting looks pretty 
neat, although it's probably really messy. if you did 
it, you'd probably have to move to a different bed, I 
don't know.

Anyway, that's where I got started. Age 15, with my new 
favorite hobby, masturbation. I quickly became an 
expert, and got in as much practice as possible. I also 
learned a few things:

A. Never do it more than three times in a day. (My 
record is eight, but I almost didn't survive it. my last 
orgasm was like when you ALMOST sneeze, and then don't.)

B. Pancake or chocolate syrups do not make for good 
lubricants. (don't ask.)

C. Lock doors, make sure your sisters are either busy or 
asleep.

D. Never do it right before school or work, or when you 
have to go somewhere or pay attention to something. I 
bombed more than one test because I couldn't keep my 
eyes open after jerking off.

E. Vaseline Intensive Care with Aloe. Not Avon, not 
Jergens. Trust me. I used it so often that to this day, 
just the smell of that stuff gives me about half an 
erection. I think they call that a sense memory. 

I also learned that waiting in between times makes it 
feel a little better, and I ejaculate more. Three times 
in one day, and that third time I only get about a 
tablespoon's worth. Then, I don't feel like doing it for 
about a week. On the other hand, if I wait a day or two 
between, I shoot the same amount I usually do and feel 
great afterwards. If I waited a week, and got 
reeeealllly horny, I would come almost twice my normal 
amount.

So, I got into the habit of masturbating about every 
three days or so, except for emergencies. For some 
reason I've always equated how much I ejaculate with how 
"good" the orgasm was. I found a towel in the linen 
closet that didn't seem to go with anything else, and 
that became my cleanup rag. Life was good!

I got a few videos from Adam&Eve, because they let you 
just sign a thing saying that you are 18 or 21 or 
whatever is legal in your state. (I was 15 at the time, 
sorry A&E) Lesbian porn is still my favorite. I bought 
classy stuff like Where The Boys Ain't 12 and Do-It-
Yourself Girlgasms, and they sent me stuff like Pork 
Crammers and Not In My Ear. The free stuff tended to be 
really raunchy, but who cares?

It occurs to me that I should probably at this point 
include a description of my penis. I thought about ASCII 
art, but various browsers tend to smash that stuff up, 
and I'm certainly not going to be posting any pictures 
of my schwanger. 

I am circumcised (thank goodness.) I've seen some guys 
who aren't, in the old video tapes, and it looked kinda 
gross. The head of my penis is a tad bigger than a good 
AA walnut, and the shaft is usually about seven or eight 
inches, although more than once now it has been 
documented as big as 10 inches. The first four inches 
right behind the head are thicker than the head, and the 
last four inches (closest to my body) are about as thick 
as the head. For proportion, imagine a peach on the end 
of a little league bat. 

I used to worry that my penis was too small to satisfy a 
woman (I think a lot of guys go through that) but after 
seeing porn, I realized I'm actually pretty darn good. 
Later in life, when it got to be 10 inches, I almost 
laughed out loud with relief, but I didn't because it 
would have been inappropriate in those occasions.

I don't know about other guys, but my erection is 
different sizes based on what's going on. If I'm horny, 
it's about eight inches. If I'm not horny, but I've 
decided to masturbate anyway because I won't have an 
opportunity later, it's about six or even five and a 
half. If I'm actually having sex with a girl, it's eight 
and above.

A full erection usually points up about 30 degrees, 
although when it has been ten inches long, the angle is 
more like 45. When my penis is soft, it is only about 
two or three inches, and it points wherever gravity 
dictates.

So after that, I was like a masturbation athlete. I made 
sure to drink plenty of water, and pace myself. I 
usually used personal lubricant, but occasionally used 
Vaseline intensive care hand cream, just to make sure my 
skin stayed on.

After that, no more wet dreams, I guess because they 
were no longer necessary. I think your brain does that 
just to make sure your plumbing works as you reach 
puberty. Lord knows you don't get them when you want 
them. Except I did have one more. It was perhaps the 
most terrifying experience of my entire life, even more 
so than getting stabbed in the leg with a cooking knife 
(which you will read about later.)

Allow me to set the scene. (harp arpeggios)

* * *

Veronica Zemanova and I are making love. (Google that 
name, you won't regret it.) Warm wind rising over our 
olive plantation washes over the piazza of our Italian 
villa, cooling our sweaty skin as we bang on the dinner 
table. Behind me, our four maids in ridiculously skimpy 
french maid costumes cheer us on, and beg to be next. 

My dick is the size of a $5 cucumber as I make sweet 
love to her, and she groans with abandon as her large 
breasts rotate in tight little circles, from the 
pounding I'm giving her. She wraps her legs around my 
waist and pulls me ever deeper into her glorious 
honeypot. As she nears the climax of her fourth orgasm, 
and I realize I'm about to explode like Old Faithful, I 
wake up.

I instantly realize several things.

1. I'm about to cum, big time.

2. I'm not alone in my own goddamn bed.

3. My penis has somehow worked free of my underwear and 
is rubbing up against this other person.

4. This other person is Amy, (7 at this point) who 
appears (Thank you, jeebus) to still be asleep.

5. She's not wearing her nightgown, just some shiny pink 
satin panties. (it was summer, and she always complained 
about being hot when she woke up.)

5 1/2. TOO LATE!! 

My cock went off like the fourth of July finale. I tried 
as quickly as possible to move away, but my actions were 
somewhat hampered by the mind-blowing, teeth-clenching, 
ball-emptying orgasm I was having so everything happened 
in slow motion. I pretty much heaved and flopped away 
like a beached trout strapped to a two-by-four, so the 
first five splurts of cum went right on Amy.

Squirt number one (the biggest) hit her right below the 
navel, right above the waistline of her panties, and 
some splashed across near her hip.

Squirt number two ( I was moving backwards and away, so 
they tracked right up her body) hit her at the base of 
her ribcage.

Squirt number three hit her tiny left breast, right near 
the nipple, and splashed down into the tiny hollow 
between her tiny breasts. (Her nipples were standing up 
quite tall, but at the time I didn't realize the 
significance.)

Squirt number four hit her collarbone and neck, and ran 
down over towards her hair.

And finally squirt number five hit her right on the chin 
and lower lip. She twitched a little, but otherwise 
didn't seem to wake up. I, meanwhile, managed to spasm 
over and away, and about one squirt went straight up and 
landed on my stomach, two more went into the handful of 
blanket I quickly grabbed. 

My mind was in a panic, and I was still in no shape to 
move. I just blew a hot, juicy, copious load all over a 
seven year old girl! Any minute now the State Police 
would bust down my bedroom door, jam a nightstick up my 
ass and blow my head off with a shotgun. and I would 
have deserved it.

As soon as I could control my own body, I looked over at 
Amy, my brain freezing cold with horror. She was still 
asleep. I think I thanked every god I had ever heard of 
although I am sure they weren't actually HELPING me.

The cum glistened on her tanned skin like little pearls. 
I was just paralyzed with terror. What the hell do I do 
now?! How do I fix this?! I took several deep breaths. 

How did this even happen? I looked around the dim room. 
The doorway between our rooms was standing open, and as 
lightning flickered, I saw her Barbie nightgown hanging 
on the doorknob. The room WAS very warm, because it was 
August, after all. 

Dammit. She must have come in, all sweaty, peeled off 
her nightgown because she was hot, and slid into bed 
with me. Thunder rumbled half-heartedly in the distance. 
Judging from the lightning that illuminated her distant 
nightgown, the storm must be pretty far away by now. She 
must have snuggled up against me, and therefore 
triggered the sex-dream in my sleeping mind. 

Judging from the way we were laying, (her on her back, 
me on my right side) my dick must have been rubbing up 
against her satin panties and sweaty belly, giving it 
all the feelings it needed to make me cum. (this was the 
only possible explanation I could come up with.)

I already knew why my cock was out of my underwear. I 
had one pair of Munsingwear brand briefs, and as (bad) 
luck would have it, I was wearing them. For those of you 
who don't know, Munsingwear has an unusual design in the 
front. The fly of most underwear is vertical, either 
like an upside-down "Y" or like two wide panels of 
fabric that needs to be spread apart and moved, so you 
have to reach around two pieces of material to get to 
your Unit. 

Munsingwear, on the other hand, has a patented 
horizontal fly (the jerks,) and it only has about an 
inch and a half of overlap. THEN, to make things even 
more stupid, they put the upper piece of material on the 
inside, and the lower piece on the outside. This way, 
when your penis rises to full salute, it pushes up the 
inner piece all by itself, and pops out over the lower 
piece. (Imagine lifting a curtain and then stepping over 
a small ornamental garden fence.) Basically, in their 
brand of underwear, your erection automatically pops 
itself out of your underwear. (I threw them away at the 
earliest opportunity.)

I shot a look back at her. Still asleep. I'm pretty sure 
if someone flopped around on my bed and sprayed warm 
liquid on my body, including on my lips(!!!) I'd be bolt 
awake. I fought the panic that was still racing down my 
spine. Amy is a pretty sound sleeper. We used to have 
her dressed for kindergarten when she was still asleep. 
Maybe, just maybe, if I could get her cleaned up, I 
could make this all go away, and not have to go to 
federal pound-you-in-the-ass prison.

I crawled out of bed and silently hobbled as fast as I 
could to the bathroom, where I wasted all the time I 
dared getting a wet washcloth EXACTLY room temperature. 
(I also tucked my half-hard, twitching dick back into my 
undershorts.) I debated leaving the bathroom door open 
wider so I could see what I was doing, or turning off 
the light entirely so if she woke up, she wouldn't see 
me hovering over her with a washcloth. I opted for more 
light, and crept back out to the bed.

I approached from the side of the bed she was laying on, 
and began mopping the spooge off her with agonizing 
slowness. I used slow, circular, silent movements. I was 
like the ninja.

The waistband of her panties had a damp patch about two 
inches across, both from the semen and from the 
washcloth, but I didn't press too hard, and just hoped 
that it would dry. To my dismay, I also saw a damp patch 
right in her crotch, (which I assumed was my precum or 
something) but there was NO way I was going to be able 
to wipe that off without waking her up, I was sure. I 
swabbed off her ribcage, and turned the washrag inside 
out.

I swept around her nipples, careful not to touch them. 
(Amy has very sensitive nipples. As a toddler, she 
always had her hands up her shirt playing with them.)

When I got to her neck, she moved her head, sighed, and 
before I could do anything, she licked her lips!! I 
watched helpless, as her little pink tongue gently swept 
my cum off of her lips and into her mouth. I screamed 
silently for about five seconds. Not only had I left DNA 
evidence all over her body, if they did a "rape kit" 
they would find my semen in her mouth! I am SO going to 
hell, if not just prison!

I forced myself to calm down, and, with shaking hands, 
tried to finish the cleanup. A litany of "I'm dead I'm 
dead I'm dead I'm dead" just kept playing in my head. I 
got her chin wiped off, and in her sleep, she frowned 
and grunted, shaking her head a little, like something 
had tickled her.

I threw the washcloth in the garbage can (disposing of 
evidence) and followed it with my sodden, traitorous 
underwear. I got a fresh pair and trudged back to the 
bed. I wasn't sure if I was going to cry, throw up, or 
kill myself. I had just ejaculated all over my 7-year-
old sister. My only goodish thought was that she had 
apparently slept right through it. I can't even 
comprehend what I would have done if she had woken up.

As I got back into bed, I must have jarred her, because 
she rolled over on my arm, put her arm across my chest, 
and snuggled against my shoulder. "I looooooove you." 
She slurred groggily, and started to snore. I don't know 
how long I stared at the ceiling.

In the morning when I awoke, she was in the bathroom 
peeing. (Amy never peed with the door closed. Not sure 
why.) I waited until the trickle stopped, and I heard a 
flush, and then I went in, half terrified to make eye 
contact, but really having to pee.

"Good morning, big brother!" She chirped brightly. She 
had replaced her nightgown (backwards) and stood 
scratching her mop of hair. I was tense. she only called 
me big brother when she wanted a favor and was trying to 
be cute.

"Morning, squirt!" I nearly bit my tongue on the last 
word. I usually called her something cute like that, but 
that particular word was a Freudian slip, and very 
unwelcome in my personal vocabulary right at that 
particular moment. "Can I have the bathroom a minute? I 
gotta take a leak."

"Ok!" She bounced to the doorway. "Could you turn on the 
shower for me? I feel kinda itchy." She said, scratching 
her stomach.

My knees went weak, and I nearly missed the toilet.

* * *

I worried a lot growing up about Amy not being normal. 
She never knew Dad OR Mom, she couldn't visit Mrs. 
Klemp, and we didn't go to church or anything, so there 
wasn't really anybody in her life except for Me and 
Karen. And of course, the TV. After we got out of public 
school, I began worrying again, because she didn't even 
have a peer group to hang out with. Her karate and 
gymnastics course were the best places she had to make 
friends, besides the park.

In fact, it is at the big park at the center of town 
that we first met Liu Si. Amy always made lots of 
friends with the kids, although she scared the parents 
to death. They were always grabbing their kids and 
yelling at their own children to be careful, even though 
it was Amy who was running between swings and vaulting 
the little spring-rocker animals.

So anyway, we're there one afternoon, and Amy has been 
spending about an hour trying to perfect a backflip off 
of the clubhouse thingy. (It has this little platform, 
roof and windows midway between the fireman's pole, and 
the twisty slide.) Amy will stand on the edge of the 
platform, and try to backflip onto her feet, down on the 
ground. 

She keeps going too far or too short, and either landing 
on her hands or her butt. (The whole platform is only 
about four feet up, and since the playground is across 
the street from a private christian school, they paid to 
have it mulched with that black and brown torn-up rubber 
mulch that they get from recycling tires and old tennis 
shoes.) She's not hurting herself, but she's starting to 
get annoyed, when this other girl taps her on the 
shoulder.

I was lying on a blanket under a tree reading Gil's All-
Fright Diner (which is genius, by the way, you should 
really pick it up.) so I missed this part, but Amy said 
this asian girl (Liu Si actually IS chinese, but I 
wanted to introduce her as asian in case you thought we 
didn't know the difference.) walked up, tapped her on 
the shoulder, shyly said, "You try this?" and climbed up 
and did a perfect backflip, landing in a crouch. 

Amy had been trying to do it with feet together, like an 
Olympic event, but this girl did it right foot first, 
which made her landing easier, as she had one foot down 
already for balance when the other foot came around. In 
Amy's words it was "Totally Dragonball." 

Another thing. Amy watches all those japanimation shows 
on cartoon network. Not my particular cup of tea. I just 
can't ever figure out what the male characters are 
always angry about. Maybe they're mad about how all 
their female characters are objectified by being forced 
to dress like strippers.

blue-haired DDD schoolgirl: "Isn't it a wonderful day? 
No school would ever let you wear skirts this short!" 
*panty flash*

Male character with hair standing straight up: *Growl of 
inarticulate rage*

So Amy just goes crazy over her, grabbing her hand, 
dragging her over to meet me, re-enacting the jump, 
asking her name (it isn't actually Liu Si, but that's 
what I'm calling her here. Later I'll explain why.), and 
basically totally overwhelming her. 

Every time she would say to me "Isn't she *pretty*?!" or 
"Look how gorgeous she is!" Liu Si would blush and cover 
her face. Amy introduced us, and then immediately began 
peppering her with happy, although intrusive questions. 
"Where are you from?" "Do you live near here?" "Where 
did you learn that flip?" "Do you know any kung fu?"

Liu Si tried her best to keep up, but her English wasn't 
very strong yet, and Amy waits for no one. Amy mixed the 
interrogation with compliments. "I love your hair!!" 
"You are SO pretty!" "Could you teach me how to do 
that?" "What's your favorite color?" and so on.

Liu SI was just kind of in a happy daze, like she 
couldn't believe that she had made a friend, and that 
the friend was this enthusiastic. (Before we left that 
day, Amy gave her the bracelet she had been wearing, 
which was little white seashells strung like beads. 

"It's one of my three most favorite, but I want you to 
have it, because you are one of my three most favorite, 
along with my brother and sister.") Liu Si kept shaking 
her head and trying to refuse it politely, but Amy was 
having none of it. "You are the coolest person I've met 
all year, and we'll meet again, so just hold it for me 
until we see each other again, if you want to."

After about an hour of playtime, a hassled-looking 
Chinese woman came to the edge of the park and yelled 
shrilly, and Liu Si got up guiltily. "That is my mother. 
I must go." She said sadly. 

"She looks really mad," Amy said, worried.

"I ran away again when I had chores to do." Liu Si said.

Amy walked with her towards the woman, and kept talking 
with her. When they got to the woman, I saw Amy bow very 
low, the way we were taught in karate class.

I could see Amy speaking, and the woman's frown softened 
a bit. She shook her head no, however, and waved her 
hands in a "no" kind of gesture.

I could see Liu Si grab the woman's elbow, and talk very 
rapidly. The woman looked at her, and then shook her 
head to Amy again, although less forcefully this time. 
Amy held her hands clasped in front of her and hopped a 
little, speaking rapidly.

Liu Si spoke again, and gestured at Amy. The woman took 
a deep breath, and then paused for a moment, looking up 
at the sky, red and orange from sunset, as a small flock 
of birds wheeled and darted over the playground. She 
looked closely at Amy, and then turned to Liu Si, and 
said something, her head tilting gently sideways. Liu Si 
jumped and clasped her hands in front of her grinning, 
and Amy leapt into the air and gave a whoop.

The woman held up one finger and spoke forcefully for 
just a moment, but then smiled at Liu Si, who ran over 
and gave Amy a big hug. She waved to Amy as she and her 
mother walked away. 

Amy was so excited that as she ran back to me, she did 
about ten handsprings on the grass, and collapsed on the 
blanket next to me. "Her mom said yes!"

"To what?" I asked.

"Liu Si is allowed to come to the park for an hour on 
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays!"

"That's cool, but is it that big a deal?" I wasn't being 
rude, it's just that Amy seemed extremely fired up about 
what seemed like something very small.

"She said she's usually not allowed to leave the 
restaurant at all." Amy said, pouting a bit.

"What about school?" I asked, a bit stupidly, never 
thinking that her situation might be outside of normal 
immigration.

"No school. She said her parents work for a man that 
owns a big building downtown. One side is a restaurant, 
and the other storefront is a nail salon. The top two 
floors are all living space, although it's really 
crappy."

"Oh wait, I know. One storefront is Dragon Garden, and 
the other side is Nail Adventure, right?" When I would 
drive through town at night, there would always be 
lights on over those two businesses. (The county seat 
prides itself on being an old-timey main street kinda 
place, so other than the county courthouse and a few 
church steeples, there is nothing over three floors in 
the whole town.) "Dragon Garden has only been open about 
two years, right?"

"She said she has to chop cabbage and wash pans and 
stuff. sometimes she jumps off the fire escape and comes 
to the park though. Her mother said that if she gets all 
her work done, she will be allowed to have an hour to 
play on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I HAVE to be here 
that time! She says no one ever talks to her or plays 
with her, because she does not speak a lot of english. 
She is so cool, but she seems very shy and sad."

Amy kinda quieted down a bit on the way home, but two 
days later, Friday, she practically dragged me to the 
car. We were there at 4:45, and Liu Si came running into 
the park at 5:05 and ran straight to hug Amy 
breathlessly.

"I chop one million cabbages!" She laughed, gasping for 
air, and held her arms wide. "This much!" She fell on 
the ground laughing, and Amy yelled "One million 
cabbage!" and did a cartwheel. And then they were off, 
jumping, swinging, racing, skidding, hugging, and 
generally having a huge time. I had brought a book, but 
they were going so crazy I just put it down and watched 
them, grinning.

About 5:45, they came over and flopped down on the 
blanket and rested, just talking. Amy not only had been 
talking to Liu Si in English, she had been asking Liu Si 
for Chinese words as well. Liu Si told us haltingly 
about life in the building where her family lived.

She told us that her family had only been there about a 
year, having paid a great deal of money to come over 
from China. Her father had been a butcher and her mother 
a teacher, but here he was a cook and she was either a 
hostess, a waitress, or a manicurist, depending on what 
was needed. She said that there had originally been 
apartments over the two storefronts, but that the owner 
had knocked down some walls and removed some doors and 
now it was all semi-open. 

Her family (her mother, her father, and herself) had 
their own room, and they hung a heavy blanket over the 
doorway, but some people lived worse. all told, there 
were about 30 people living over the two stores, on two 
floors. Only old women shared rooms with single men, and 
some of them still took kitchen knives to bed. The 
waitresses and busgirls shared rooms, but they were 
always stealing from one another.

Every week, a big box of videocassettes would arrive 
from China, and they would send back the old ones, and 
watch a new week's worth of Chinese television. She 
would watch American television, and try to learn 
English, although some of the other people in the 
apartments disapproved.

"They tell me I am not worth learning another language, 
that soon I will be married or sent back to China, so 
why try to be something that I am not. I tell them that 
a caterpillar can be a butterfly someday, so why give 
up, why not try to BE better. They just get mad."

"You are so worth it." Amy said immediately, ignoring 
the odd phrasing. I could see that Liu Si understood. 
"You are in America now, honey," Amy continued sassily. 
"You can be the biggest butterfly you want to be, right 
Will?"

I smiled, but inside I knew Liu Si's situation was 
probably a lot more complicated than a mere "be all you 
can be" would solve. Still, I resolved that we would do 
whatever we could to help her feel comfortable for as 
long as we could. "I hate to interrupt, but it's 5:55. 
Do you need to get back?"

"Yes," Liu Si sighed, crestfallen. "Dinner rush has 
started, and there will be pots that need washing. But, 
I have had a wonderful time. thank you so much!"

She and Amy hugged again, she smiled shyly at me, and 
then she ran off into the evening sunlight and shadows.

"We're going to be here Monday at 5:00." Amy announced 
firmly.

"Fine with me." I smiled, and rolled up the blanket.

This went on for about two more weeks. Amy gave Liu Si a 
hair band with a butterfly on it, and she nearly cried. 
Liu Si then gave Amy a knotted cord bracelet with a jade 
bead on it. "Good luck," she said simply. "My mother 
said you are a true friend, and very auspicious."

We quickly understood that she and her family were here 
illegally, because of the generally nervous way that Liu 
Si behaved whenever a police car cruised the park, and 
from other things she told us. No school, not being 
allowed into the dining area when the restaurant was 
open. Sudden disappearances of some of the staff, with 
new replacements arriving later the same day. 

Liu Si said her mother told her that the owner owned 
several businesses in the tri-state area, and sometimes 
shuffled people around, so as not to have the same faces 
at his businesses, to make it look like work visas were 
being properly used. It sounded scary.

The worst thing, she said, was the fact that he (the 
owner) had sold the air conditioning and air ducts from 
the top two floors as scrap. The heat from the kitchens 
was usually enough to kinda heat the apartments over the 
restaurant in the winter, but in the summer, it was 
hellish. 

The nail salon had space heaters for winter, but the 
fumes from bonding all the acrylic nails and polishes 
made it dangerous to use. Most nail places (I have since 
found out) have big ventilators to keep fresh air in the 
work areas, but since the ducts had been torn out and 
sold for scrap, the fumes and chemical vapors just kinda 
saturated up through the second floor. Add that to the 
smell of cooking all day, and the apartments sounded 
really nauseating.

After a few weeks of playdates, Amy started asking Liu 
Si's mother if Liu Si could sleep over at our house. At 
first, the answer was no. Have I mentioned that Amy is 
tenacious? 

Amy started working on Liu Si's mother, asking politely 
(in Chinese) if she was feeling well, complimenting her 
and generally kissing up. Liu Si's mother didn't stand a 
chance; Amy can be very, very charming when she wants to 
be, (as I will elaborate upon later.)

We didn't eat at the restaurant after some of the 
stories Liu Si told us. The place sounded nasty. (I went 
to the library, and looked up the Dragon Garden. Two 
years ago, it had been called Panda Palace, and it had 
been shut down after a female college student took her 
leftovers to the Health department and they found human 
semen in her cheese wonton. 

Three people got arrested, and the place lost its 
license. Three months later, it re-opens as Dragon 
Garden. From what Liu Si said, I'll bet it re-opened 
with exactly the same staff, minus the three who got 
arrested, of course.) 

So Amy made a few social calls, and brought Liu Si's 
mother a zucchini from the garden, (which totally 
flummoxed her. Amy goes in with this big green monster 
about the size of a tenor saxophone and presents it to 
Liu Si's mother, who wasn't ready for it.)

Finally, she won her over. Karen and I had to go along 
with her to pick up Liu Si at 10 pm, when the restaurant 
closed. Karen and I both dressed nicely, and acted very 
mature and intelligent, even though I was seventeen and 
a half and Karen was fourteen.

A man came out of the kitchen and scowled at me, but 
when he saw Karen and Amy, he loosened up just a bit. He 
was red-faced, and his white shirt was spotted with 
grease. He spoke very shortly with her mother, and 
looked at me angrily. Her mother spoke very calmly, and 
Amy even butted in (again, in Chinese.) 

His eyes just about popped out when Amy said whatever it 
was she said. He frowned for a moment, and then threw 
his hands up. Liu Si's mother called for her, and she 
appeared, looking freshly scrubbed, and wearing denim 
shorts and a white top with lace around the collar. She 
was carrying a plastic grocery bag with clothing in it, 
and was grinning fit to burst. 

She ran out to Amy, and they both hugged and squealed, 
jumping up and down. Her mother smiled warmly. "Have 
fun." she said clearly, in English. Amy laughed, and 
said what I can only assume is "thank you" or "we will." 
Liu Si looked at her mom with amazement.

"I had no idea she spoke much English other than 
restaurant words. She must really like you." Liu Si said 
breathlessly, as they ran ahead of us to the car.

"Did you have any supper?" Amy asked.

"I had some leftovers, mostly rice and a few fried 
things. Whatever was left on the steam tables."

"That doesn't sound very good. It sounds like all you 
had was rice and old fried stuff that was all tough and 
burnt." Karen said, frowning. She looked at me, one 
eyebrow raised. I nodded. 

"What would you girls like for a treat? You're going to 
stay up all night and watch movies, right?" Karen said. 
"Pizza?"

"They have pizza on the buffet sometimes, right?" Amy 
asked. Liu Si nodded. "What is something you want but 
you don't get to have?"

"Sometimes the younger cooks bring back french fries. 
Those are very nice." she said shyly.

"What about hamburgers?" Amy asked, amazed. Liu Si shook 
her head and made a face.

"I do not like ham very much."

Amy looked like she was about to laugh and said "No, no, 
a hamburger is made out of beef!"

Liu Si looked surprised. "They why is it called a 
hamburger?"

"It came from a town called Hamburg." Karen said, 
smiling.

"Why would they name a town after a sandwich?" Liu Si 
asked, even more confused.

"They had the town first, and THEN the sandwich." Amy 
laughed, clutching Liu Si's hand. "Would you like some 
fries and a burger?"

Liu Si looked very happy, but then sad. "That would be 
very nice, but I was not allowed to have any money to 
bring."

"No problem," I said. "We'll get them for you."

We got in the car, and drove through Burger Joint, and 
got their biggest flame-broiled sandwiches for the 
girls, and the biggest fries for each of us. It also 
turned out that Liu Si had never had a milkshake, but we 
got her a small. (I had heard a long time ago that 
lactose intolerance is common among Asian peoples, so I 
didn't want her getting a stomachache on her first ever 
sleepover.) She picked strawberry, and looked like she 
just about had an orgasm when she tasted it. "It is like 
ice cream you can drink!" she kept saying.

When we got home, Amy took her all over the house, 
showing her every room, and the porch, pool, and hot 
tub. Liu Si was amazed. "Who else lives here?" she 
asked, completely agog.

"Just us!" Amy beamed.

"You have a house this big, and a pool, and a bathtub, 
and you do not have to share it with anyone else?!" Liu 
Si almost seemed upset. "You are so lucky!"

"Ehh," Amy shrugged. "We don't have a mom or a dad, 
though. You're pretty lucky too."

"No mom or dad?" Liu Si looked surprised, and sad. "What 
happened?"

"Mom ran away and died, Dad ran away and never comes 
home." Amy said, matter-of-factly.

"Oh no!" Liu Si covered her mouth. 

"It's ok." Amy said, in an its-not-ok voice. "We're over 
it."

There was an uncomfortable moment of silence. Liu Si 
leaned forward and took Amy's hand. Amy leaned over and 
put her head on Liu Si's shoulder. "It only hurts when I 
think about it."

"My father is always angry. He wanted a son, and he got 
me instead. I do not think he has ever really forgiven 
my mother. Sometimes he seems ok, but he never really 
loved me. Every time he gets mad at me, or I do 
something he does not like, he reminds me." Liu Si said 
softly.

Liu Si stroked Amy's hair, and they just sat like that 
for a moment. "Happy thoughts!" Amy said. "Wanna go 
swimming?"

"I cannot swim." Liu Si said. "We used to splash in the 
river when I was very young, but we were never allowed 
to go out too far."

"How about the hot tub?" Amy asked, smiling.

"I have never been in one. It seems strange to go in the 
bath tub with someone else. Either way, I do not own a 
swimsuit anymore."

"You could use one of mine. Or," she whispered in Liu 
Si's ear, and grinned at her evilly.

Liu Si blushed deeply, and shook her head quickly. "I - 
I could not."

"No one would see. I do it all the time." Amy said 
quietly.

Liu Si smiled, but blushed even harder. "I do not think 
it would be a good idea."

"Maybe some other time," Amy said, smugly. "Tonight we 
can eat burgers and watch funny movies."

"Ok," Liu Si said happily.

(Karen and I had been chatting with each other and 
eating our fries at the table with them, but I was able 
to follow their conversation.)

"Where are you girls going to sleep?" Karen asked, 
turning back to them.

"Nowhere! We're staying up all night!" Amy cheered.

Liu Si whooped, and waved a handful of fries.

"No seriously, you're going to poop out at some point." 
Karen said, smiling.

"Nuh uh!" Amy cried.

"Going to poop?" Liu Si said, wrinkling her nose.

"It means get tired and fall asleep." I said.

"Are you going to sleep in your room, or in the living 
room in front of the TV?" Karen asked.

"I'll drag my mattress downstairs, and we'll both lay on 
it in the floor and watch the movies, how's that? If we 
don't get sleepy, we'll just stay up and eat popcorn!" 
Amy had bought a big box of Microwave popcorn, Hershey 
bars, marshmallows, graham crackers, and a gallon of 
chocolate milk. "We'll make S'mores at two in the 
morning! Ok, tonight is comedy night! Which movie to 
start? Home Alone or Dumb And Dumber?"

(I should mention this was a Friday night, so no school 
next day. Also, the Dragon Garden did not open until 
11:00 am on Saturdays, so we had plenty of time to get 
Liu Si back.)

Karen and I cleaned up the kitchen, while Amy and Liu Si 
wrestled her mattress downstairs. We made sure the doors 
were locked, and Karen and I each trudged up to our 
respective rooms.

"Her dad sure didn't like the sight of me," I commented 
wryly.

"Why should he? You're handsome, gorgeous in fact, and 
you were there to pick up his daughter for a sleepover." 
Karen grinned at me and winked. I blushed.

"It just seems like he wouldn't care that much about his 
daughter, after what she said."

"Not so much about her as his daughter, more like her as 
his property. He wouldn't want some bad, bad man making 
off with his virgin daughter, especially if he intends 
to marry her off at some point." Karen said soberly.

"Would YOU trust me with your daughter, if you were a 
mom?" I asked playfully.

"Well, knowing you makes it hard to answer that question 
objectively, but yes. I would trust you around her, but 
I might not trust her around you." Karen smiled 
knowingly.

"What does that mean? You're not answering the 
question." I complained half-heartedly.

"You really are a dreamboat, and you don't even know 
it." She said this quietly, almost to herself.

"I'd trust you to take good care of her, but I'd be 
aware that it might lead to something that wasn't G-
rated." She grinned playfully.

I blushed harder. "What makes you say that?" I asked.

"You don't know girls very well, do you?" she asked, 
smiling. She opened her mouth, as if she was going to 
say more, but got this sad little tilt to her eyebrows. 
"I'm sorry. I wasn't really answering the question as 
you asked it. Yes, I would trust you with my daughter, 
just like I trust you now." She stepped forward and 
kissed my cheek. "With my life, as always."

We went to our respective rooms, and went to sleep.

* * *

I awoke to a light tapping noise. I opened my eyes, and 
saw the first few rays of dawn peeking through my 
window. I pulled on a bathrobe, and opened my bedroom 
door. Karen was hopping up and down with a huge grin on 
her face.

"You have to see this! It's adorable. I gotta find my 
camera!" She tiptoed past me quickly to her room.

Not sure what she meant, I simply waited at my door 
until she re-appeared with her Polaroid Joycam. "Come 
on!"

We moved slowly downstairs to the wreckage of our living 
room. Popcorn was everywhere, and there, in front of the 
snowy TV set, on a slightly chocolate-stained double 
mattress, were Amy and Liu Si. Amy was wearing a tank-
top and boxer kind of Pj's and Liu Si was wearing a 
man's t-shirt for some sports team. Both had chocolate 
on their hands, and Amy had some on her cheek.

What was adorable was that they were both kinda 
intertwined. Amy was laying on her back, her arms and 
legs flung wildly out at all angles, and Liu Si was 
curled up right against her, her arm across Amy's 
ribcage, her head actually resting on Amy's shoulder, 
and her leg thrown over Amy's leg. Both were snoring. 
Karen took two Polaroid's (no flash) and draped a quilt 
from the couch over the two of them.

"Like little bunnies!" She giggled.

"Chocolate bunnies," I laughed quietly. We went into the 
kitchen and made a big breakfast. We heard the girls 
wake up and make trips to the bathroom behind the 
laundry room, and then they joined us for our morning 
meal.

"So how was your first sleepover?" I asked. "You two 
looked pretty cozy this morning."

Amy grinned, and Liu Si blushed. "It was GREAT! We had 
Smore's, and chocolate milk, and she started a popcorn 
fight!"

Liu Si pretended to look outraged. "I did not! I 
merely... offered you a handful of popcorn ...very 
quickly!" And she giggled. "Amy laughed so hard she 
almost peed!" She pointed accusingly, eyes sparkling.

"I didn't though," Amy said pointedly, "I made it 
outside, didn't I?"

"Ex-CUSE me?" Karen said, putting down the milk with a 
bang.

"Umm, I mean," Amy floundered, "Oh crap."

Liu Si blushed and giggled even harder. Karen looked at 
Amy with a very attentive expression. "Yes? Outside?"

"We were playing a game," Amy said, trying to sound 
justified, "where we made rules that both of us had to 
follow. I said any time somebody on TV got hit in the 
crotch, we had to cram a whole handful of popcorn at 
once. She said the whole floor was hot lava, and you 
couldn't touch the wood, you had to walk on rugs, or the 
coffee table, or the couch or the mattress."

"Get to the part about urinating outside." Karen said, 
steel in her tone.

Amy swallowed and shot a glare at Liu Si, who was 
totally unfooled by it. "As it turns out, there are no 
rugs or furniture between the little couch and the 
doorway to the bathroom." Liu Si said, helpfully. "I had 
not meant for it to be the case, but the first person to 
break a rule lost the game, so we had nowhere to pee."

"So we jumped from the mattress to the couch, then to 
the rug, then to the kitchen, went outside and used a 
bush beside the house. The Pee Bush." Amy smiled weakly.

"We have a Pee Bush now?" Karen said, her tone starting 
to change from annoyed to amused. It *was* pretty funny.

"I could show you which one, so you know not to step in 
it if it looks muddy." Amy said, a rascal's grin showing 
near the corners of her mouth.

Karen sighed and put her forehead in her hand. "That's 
not very ladylike," was all she could say. I know I was 
grinning like an idiot. I used to pee outside all the 
time when I chopped wood or cut grass. The trick was not 
getting caught, but that all being said, peeing outside 
is strangely satisfying.

"Do you need to know the location of the Pee Bush?" Liu 
Si asked me, her voice more serious. 

"I've probably made quite a few myself over the years," 
I said. Karen huffed. "Don't worry about it," I said, 
"But the hot lava rule has been revoked. You may freely 
use indoor restrooms from now on."

After breakfast, while the girls were cleaning up 
popcorn and chocolate, and I took Amy's mattress back 
upstairs, Karen got her Joycam back out. "Let's take a 
picture for Liu Si to take home," Karen said.

The girls both whooped and immediately hugged, two grins 
blazing. Karen went to take the picture, but the button 
didn't press. "Oops. Old picture's still in it." She 
said, and popped out the second picture of Amy and Liu 
Si snuggled up, asleep. Amy immediately blushed, and Liu 
Si looked embarrassed, and apologetic.

"You fell asleep first," Liu Si said.

"Did not!" Amy retorted.

"I have never slept in a room by myself, so rather than 
wake you, I seized the opportunity and slept next to 
you. I did not think you would mind."

"Well, of course I don't mind, silly. Come here." Amy 
grabbed Liu Si in a big bear hug and kissed her forehead 
with a loud MWAH. "We just look a little goofy in this 
picture."

"I would love to have that one, but I know my parents 
would object. They are very traditional." Liu Si said, 
smiling sadly.

"Well, let's take a good one now! CHEEEEEEZ!" They both 
mugged for several shots, all of them hugging.

"Ok, ok, I'm almost out of film." Karen begged.

They picked the two best, and Liu Si carefully put them 
in her back pocket.

I drove her and Amy back to the restaurant, and they 
chattered and giggled all the way.
Her mother opened the door. It was 10:00 am.

"Ask her if we can do this again in a few weeks!" Amy 
begged, and Liu Si carefully phrased a request. Before 
her mother could answer, Liu Si gave her mother one of 
the pictures they had taken, this one showing her and 
Amy with their arms about each other's shoulders, each 
giving a big thumbs up. Her mother's normally stoic 
expression warmed considerably. She spoke clearly, still 
smiling.

"She said "We shall see."" Liu Si translated, waved 
wildly, and went inside with a skip.

Amy was very pleased by that response.

"So who won the game? You never said." I asked as we 
drove away.

"I think I did."

"What was the penalty for losing? Enough so that you 
peed outside?"

"Well, actually, I sorta wanted to do that anyway. It 
seemed kind of exciting. But the penalty for losing is 
that the loser has to do whatever the winner says."

"What will you make her do?" I asked, in a 
conspiratorial tone.

"I don't know yet," she said appraisingly. "I didn't 
really want to order her around, she gets plenty of that 
now. Maybe I'll just make her get in the hot tub with 
me!" She grinned evilly. I made sure not to show any 
expression.

"You'll find her a swimsuit, of course." I said, my 
voice devoid of tone.

"Oh, yeah, of course," Amy said too quickly.
	
***
Chapter 2 - Meeting Lola
***

Other activities in the early summer included chores 
like mowing the grass, getting the pool set up and 
keeping it clean, weeding, tilling and planting the 
garden, taking off storm windows and putting up the 
screens, etc. I usually did the mowing and the tilling, 
and most of the pool stuff, (although Amy is an expert 
at bug-scooping), and the girls did most of the planting 
and weeding and things. I don't trust Amy on the ladder, 
and Karen doesn't like rickety heights, so I did most of 
the windows.

Over the previous winter, Mrs. Klemp's visits with food 
had dropped to about once a week (usually Tuesday,) and 
that wasn't much of a problem for us, we knew she was 
getting on in years as they say, and we wanted her to 
make sure she took good care of herself first.

I always snow-plowed our driveway with the blade on the 
tractor, and I would do hers as well, making care to 
salt really well around her steps, and along the 
driveway to her mailbox. (She still drives herself, God 
bless her. I'm just glad I've never been stuck behind 
her. When she used to drive us places before I got my 
license, she drove so slow I almost went crazy.)

In the summer, I extended the same courtesy, mowing her 
lawn and spraying the brush at the edge of her property 
with Supa Killa to keep the jagger bushes from taking 
over. I would fill the birdbath, and the birdfeeders 
which were now too tall for her to reach. Normally, when 
I would be messing with the birdfeeders, there would be 
about ten cats on the little shelf built on the 
windowsill, staring at me intently, as if willing the 
birds to arrive.

(The birdfeeders actually are set up for cat 
entertainment. She has about six, some that hang off the 
little apple tree, some on poles, and a hummingbird 
feeder right against the glass. That one drives the cats 
*crazy.*)

So this time I mowed the grass, filled the birdfeeders 
from the canister on the back porch, but when I went to 
get her weed trimmer out of the garage, I noticed an 
extra car in there. Mrs. Klemp drove a blue Corolla, but 
this one was a bright red convertible two-seater.

It was really hot out, so I took off my shirt, and kept 
going. I finished my weed-eating, and noticed that I was 
covered in little pieces of grass, thrown up by the 
weedwacker. I was wearing my oldest, most beat-up 
sneakers, and my usual pair of running shorts (the ones 
with paint spots on them,) So I grabbed the hose and 
sprayed myself off a little bit, washing off the sweat 
and grass clippings. However, when I went to tell Mrs. 
Klemp that I was all done, I got a big surprise.

I walked up on the steps and opened the screen door to 
tap on the glass, and the door opened. Standing inside 
was a very attractive woman, her hair wet from the 
shower (she also had a little towel around her 
shoulders,) wearing a white silk robe that went almost 
all the way to her knees. I kinda froze. I was expecting 
a 70-year-old spitfire, and instead I found a major MILF 
in her early thirties (guessing.) I've never cared for 
the term MILF per se, but it's the quickest way for you 
to get what I mean.

She noticed my shock and grinned. She had a very nice 
smile, although looking back, it was a bit predatory. 
"So what's the damage?" She asked. She had a very nice 
voice, too.

Flummoxed, I looked back at the yard. Nothing damaged 
there. "Everything's fine." I stammered.

"I'll say." She said, and gave me the once over. I felt 
a little tingle from head to foot. "I meant how much do 
I owe you? And would you like a towel?" She offered me 
one end of the towel around her neck. I shook my head 
no, but right then a drop of water dripped off my 
eyebrow and went in my eye, and I flinched.

"Nonsense, come here." She said as I blinked painfully, 
and grabbed my hand, leading me over to the one of the 
barstools that stood near the tiny kitchen island. I 
started to protest, but she said "Shush!" and threw the 
towel over my head. The towel smelled really good. I 
dried my hair and my face, and looked around. She was 
doing something by the sink, (I couldn't help staring at 
her ass) and when she turned around, she had a glass of 
lemonade, and a pitcher of same.

One shoulder of the robe had slipped down, and I could 
see the edge of a tattoo on her shoulder. "You must be 
thirsty!" She said.

"Pretty much," I gulped the lemonade a bit quickly, and 
she leaned on the countertop opposite me. My eyes were 
drawn as if by electromagnet to her cleavage, but I 
successfully forced myself not to look. "So how much?"

"No, it's free. I always cut her grass. I'm Will 
Humbert." I extended my hand over the kitchen island. 
She looked delighted, and straightened up. her robe 
threatened to slip down her shoulder even further, but 
she deftly caught it and repositioned it where it first 
was. Her handshake was warm and firm.

"Ah! It's very nice to finally meet you, Will. I've 
heard so much about you and your sisters. My name is 
Dolores... well, Klemp again, now. Everyone calls me 
Lola. Dolores Katherine Klemp is my mother."

Ah, I thought. She continued. "Mother told me that Karen 
was very pretty, but I guess I wasn't expecting *you* to 
be so handsome. I was in the shower and I heard the 
lawnmower, and when I looked outside, there was this man 
spraying himself with the garden hose. I thought you 
were some college student hired to take care of the 
house. I thought Will Humbert was younger. How old are 
you?"

"Seventeen," I said. It started to make sense now. At 
first I had thought she was flirting at me like some 
kind of nympho, but it was more of a I-just-got-
divorced-am-I-still-pretty? situation. I loosened up a 
bit, but not all the way. "It's ok. I'm definitely 
taking it as a compliment."

She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling. God, she was 
attractive. She was a bit shorter than me, I realized, 
although only about an inch or two, with short blonde 
hair and deep green eyes. I have to admit I have seen 
very, VERY few women who look good with their hair cut 
this short, but she totally pulled it off. her ears were 
pierced, although there were no earrings in them 
currently. Her figure, poorly concealed by the silk 
bathrobe, looked fantastic. "So what brings you here? 
Karen said you lived in... Phoenix, or was it 
Tallahassee?"

"No, Doris lives in Arizona, and Donna lives in Florida. 
I lived in Chicago until about five months ago, when, 
well, things didn't work out." Her look was a painful 
one.

"Uh oh, I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be. Anyway, I'm here because Mom called me back. 
She hasn't been feeling well, and I've been staying at 
the house for a few days, driving her to the hospital 
for tests." She smiled sadly. All the fun had left the 
room.

"Oh geez, is she going to be ok?" I asked, very 
concerned.

"They don't know yet. She's been having some trouble 
with her left side, and her memory is sometimes ... 
absent." She sat on a barstool next to me, and rested 
her chin on her elbows. She smelled like flowers and 
spice. "So I'm the designated cat-sitter."

"I don't mean to be rude, but this place does smell 
better." I said, looking for something positive.

"Her sense of smell has been gone for years. Half the 
litter boxes in this house were so bad the cats wouldn't 
use them anymore." She mumbled, staring out the window 
over the sink.

"How long do the tests take?" I asked. 

"Well, this morning they told me that they would like to 
keep her for observation, and because her traveling back 
and forth is too tiring for her. They test her reflexes, 
they ask her questions, and they do blood work after 
blood work. So, tonight I sleep here alone with the 
cats." She sighed.

"How about joining us for dinner tonight?" I heard 
myself ask.

"Pardon?" She kinda perked up and looked at me.

"Well, Mrs. Klemp has been our legal guardian for years, 
so that makes you like a sister to us, right? I insist 
you come to dinner at our house." I smiled at her. "Come 
on over. We have a pool and a hot tub, a barbecue, and 
no cats. Take an evening to relax and have some fun. You 
look a little... cooped up."

There were almost tears in her eyes. "Thank you, that 
sounds... very nice. I haven't really been around many 
people since... Chicago. Getting to meet my adopted 
family would be very nice indeed." She smiled at me 
again. And, again, I felt this little zap go up my 
spine.

I stood as soon as I was sure I could do so without 
wobbling. "Umm, there's a sweaty shirt in your garage. 
Lemme get that."

"I'm about to throw a few things in the washer anyways," 
she said, fingering the collar of her robe, "How about I 
wash it and bring it back tonight?"

"O-Okay." I stammered. Dammit! Does she even realize how 
sexy she is? Is she doing this on purpose? I let myself 
out, and put the weed trimmer back in the garage. I 
picked up my shirt and brought it to the kitchen door, 
where Lola playfully grabbed it with salad tongs. I 
laughed, and so did she. "I'm sure it's not that bad," 
she said, "I just wanted to do that to see your face."

"You got me," I laughed. "Come over about five o'clock, 
ok? We usually have dinner around six, but you can relax 
and swim or whatever."

"That sounds wonderful," She said, and gave me another 
one of those sparkling smiles.

I got back on the tractor, and drove towards our 
driveway. right before I went out of sight, I turned and 
looked back. she had thrown my shirt over one shoulder, 
and she stood in the doorway, watching me go. She raised 
a hand and waved, and as I did the same, I turned the 
corner and was blocked by foliage. I thought about her 
all the way back to the house.

After parking the tractor, I walked back to the house, 
and came in through the kitchen door. Amy (currently 
semi-topless) was trying to get her bikini bottom 
straight. "Hey, Hot Stuff!" she chirped.

"Hey yourself, mermaid. Have you seen Karen?"

"Maybe she's trying to find you a shirt." Amy quipped. 
"Did you lose yours?"

"No, Lola's washing it," I said, without thinking.

"WHAT?!" Amy cried. "KAREEEEEENNN!"

Karen came trotting down the steps. "What's wrong, 
Amy?!" She yelled.

"Will gave his shirt to some lady!" Amy pointed a finger 
at me accusingly.

Karen looked at me closely, and put on an expression of, 
"Well?!"

I put out my hands placatingly. "I was cutting grass at 
Mrs. Klemp's and I went in to tell her I was done, and 
there was this other lady in the house instead who 
introduced herself as Lola Klemp, and said that Mrs. 
Klemp is her mother."

"Oh, ok," Karen said, "but her name should be Lola 
Patrick. She's Mrs. Klemp's youngest daughter, and she 
married a lawyer and moved to Chicago."

"Well, she introduced herself as Lola Klemp, and pretty 
much made it clear that the marriage thing didn't work 
out."

"Oh no," Amy said, instantly sympathetic. She walked 
over to Karen, and lifted her hair up so Karen could tie 
the straps behind her neck.

"Also, apparently Mrs. Klemp is very sick, and is in the 
hospital right now." Both Amy and Karen gasped. I 
continued: "Lola has spent several days driving her back 
and forth, to the hospital, looking after the cats, and 
now they are keeping Mrs. Klemp around the clock. She's 
going nuts in that house with all those cats."

"I hope you told her to come here," Karen said. "But 
what's wrong with Mrs. Klemp?"

"I invited her for dinner tonight," I said, "I told her 
that since Mrs. Klemp was our legal guardian, then she 
is our adopted sister, and to get over here for a family 
dinner and possibly swimming or something. She really 
looked like she needed company." (and maybe a man.) I 
thought to myself silently. "Mrs. Klemp has been feeling 
poorly, and they are running lots of tests to see if 
they can help her. I'm hoping she's ok." The girls 
nodded.

"Burgers on the grill?" Karen asked, already walking to 
the big freezer.

"Sounds good to me. I told her five pm, so she could 
relax and swim, or just hang out before dinner." I went 
to the fridge and got out tomatoes and onions, and began 
slicing them.

"I'll go get the pool ready!" Amy shouted, and ran out 
the door. Seconds later, there was a huge splash.

After slicing the burger toppings and putting them back 
in the fridge, I went and got charcoal and got the big 
brick fireplace/grill started. Amy was floating around 
the pool, scooping bugs, and trying to squirt me with 
her squirt cannon. Karen came out carrying a tray of 
burgers and some hotdogs wrapped in plastic. Amy 
squirted her on the leg and got yelled at, so she put 
the squirt cannon away.

I went inside to shower and change. I figured a black t-
shirt and khaki shorts would be acceptable, so I put 
them on. I went back outside barefoot, and took over 
grilling so Karen could change. When she came out she 
looked stunning. Red spaghetti strap top with white 
capri's and sandals, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Amy decided to stay in the pool. At about 4:45, she 
announced "I have to be right back. I'm gonna go use the 
Pee Bus-I mean bathroom." She finished meekly, and ran 
into the house, her feet slapping wetly on the patio.

"Is she still peeing in that bush?" Karen asked me, 
annoyed.

"I really have no idea," I said truthfully.

About ten minutes later, we heard gravel crunching 
behind the house, and the little red convertible pulled 
in.. Lola got out, carrying two big paper-in-plastic 
shopping bags. "It is customary for the guest to bring 
the drinks, right?" She was wearing white slacks, what 
looked like an emerald bodysuit, and one of those little 
coats that doesn't even cover the ribcage. She was also 
wearing earrings that looked like ruby droplets. In 
short, she looked amazing.

"Sure!" Karen said, "As long as you remember we're all 
underage."

"Of course," Lola said. "I could use less booze in my 
life anyway. I brought all five flavors of Dew, a root 
beer, and a Pepsi with some kind of fruit in it. I hope 
there's something here for everyone."

"Don't let Amy see that Dew," Karen laughed. "Five 
bottles may not be enough."

I trotted over to her car, and got the other bags. Two 
liters of each should keep us awake for days, I thought. 
"Thanks, Will." Lola said quietly.

"No problem," I said, "they looked heavy."

"No, for inviting me." She smiled at me a bit sadly. 
"One more Lifetime movie and I might have harmed myself. 
I really needed to get out of that house, but I had no 
idea where to go."

"Well, you're welcome here ANY time." Karen said, 
smiling warmly, and taking the bags. She hugged Lola 
tightly, much to her surprise and, it seemed, delight. 
"Your mom told me so much about you and your sisters as 
I was growing up, it felt like I grew up with you."

Tears rose in Lola's eyes, and she hugged Karen back. 
"You guys really are like family. Thank you for 
welcoming me to your home."

Before she could say another word, Amy came charging out 
of the house, yelled "HI LOLA!!" and leapt out over the 
edge of the pool. She hit the water like a bomb.

We all got splashed. Even the grill hissed angrily.

"AMY MARGARET HUMBERT!!" Karen screeched, but Amy rose 
to the surface of the pool, laughing uproariously. After 
a second, Lola joined in. "I knew that had to be Amy!"

"I hope you brought your swimsuit!" Amy called.

"Or at least some dry clothes," Karen growled, still 
glaring at Amy.

"Actually, I didn't, because I didn't want to just show 
up and strip down, in case my being here was awkward. 
But I guess the ice has been broken. Don't be mad at her 
on my account, please," Lola said, wiping her eyes. 
"That was great! I really haven't had much to laugh 
about for several months anyway. I'm not upset, please 
don't be." She caught her breath. "Oh, crap, I forgot to 
get ice!"

"Umm," I knew we didn't have much, either. We have an 
automatic ice maker, but we tend to leave it off because 
it overflows. It had only made one full basin today, and 
we had shut it off. "Hey, there's a little store right 
up the road that sells it." I pointed west.

"We could take my car, but I really only know how to get 
to the hospital, and the grocery store, which are both 
that way." Lola pointed east.

"Well, I have to put the fries in. Will, you go with her 
to the quik-stop, ok?" Karen said.

"And make her bring her swimsuit back with her!" Amy 
ordered. Karen smiled.

"You don't have to get in if you don't want to, but you 
really are welcome here." Karen reassured her.

"If you're sure it's cool, then I'll stop and get it on 
the way." Lola said gratefully, "I miss the pool I used 
to have, and a chance to float around and decompress 
really would be nice."

"Bring it," Karen said, kindly, but firmly.

"Thank you," Lola said, and hugged Karen again. 

I hopped in the passenger seat, and off we went. I had 
never ridden in a convertible before. It's extremely 
cool, and a little intimidating at first. You get used 
to having a roof over you, and without one, it kinda 
feels like you're flying. Lola drove fast.

"Your sisters are incredible!" Lola shouted, over the 
road noise.

"What can I say?" I yelled back. "I love 'em."

"Karen is even more beautiful than Mother said," Lola 
shouted, "and Amy is gorgeous too! You guys totally won 
the genetic lottery as far as good looks!" She winked at 
me.

"Thanks!" I yelled, not sure what else to say.

"You must drive the girls crazy! Not your sisters I 
mean, but at school!"

"Well, we're kinda home-schooled now, with this cyber-
school thing! I don't know many girls anymore!" I 
yelled.

"You poor thing!" She shouted, smiling wickedly.

I could see the reason for her short hairstyle. Long 
hair would have been whipped into knots by the wind 
coming up over the windshield. Her hair just kind of 
ruffled in the draft.

We pulled into the little quick-stop, and she parked 
right up against the glass. A middle-aged fat guy 
actually spun around in the OUT door so he could watch 
her walk past.

I suddenly realized that I could see through her white 
slacks just a bit, enough to see that the bodysuit had a 
thong back. Mmmm!

We got to the ice machine, and she said "One or two?" 

"One should probably do it," I said, and scooped one 
out.

On the way back to the register, we walked past the 
magazine rack. She said "alright! the new one!" almost 
to herself and snagged an issue of MAXIM. I was kinda 
surprised by that, but heck, it IS a really cool 
magazine.

We get to the counter, and I put the ice down, and get 
my first good look at the cashier. Let's call him Dennis 
Dickhead. He and I had a quick fight about three years 
ago when he was trying to get girls to take locker room 
pics of Karen with his camera phone. I broke the phone 
and then almost dislocated his arm. Crap, he's gonna say 
something stupid now, I thought.

Lola walked up and put the magazine next to the ice. 
"These are together," she said. He looked at her and 
kinda goggled. He then shot a jealous and angry look at 
me. Shut up, dude, was my thought mantra.

He punched the register buttons sullenly. As I picked up 
the ice to leave, he spoke to Lola. "Be careful around 
him. He's a little rough," he snarled.

"That's how I like it, asshole." She told him coldly, 
and scooped up her magazine, tipping the take-a-penny 
cup onto the floor behind the register. His face was 
priceless.

Back in the car, she laid rubber backing out of the 
parking space, and roared off down the road. I resisted 
the urge to wave.

"Well, we can't go there again!" She laughed. 

"That was great!" I grinned.

"Friend of yours?" She yelled sarcastically.

"Not even close!" I called. "But thanks! You do realize 
he thinks we're a couple!"

"Is that a problem?"

"No way!" I shouted, smiling. "I guarantee he'll never 
be happy again!"

She smiled at me, and again, I felt a tingle all over. 
She gave my knee a squeeze, and I almost jumped straight 
up. (erection 10%)

We pulled into her mother's driveway, and she turned to 
me and looked at me thoughtfully, a smile at the corners 
of her (very nice) lips. If she asks me inside for any 
reason, I'm going to say yes, I thought. I glanced at 
the clock on the dashboard. As fast as she was driving, 
we're probably five minutes ahead of schedule. I could 
sin a lot in five minutes.
(erection 35%)

"So," she said, apparently aware of my state of 
excitement, and apparently enjoying it, "which swimsuit 
should I bring?"

Had I been aware of the question beforehand, I might 
have had time to craft a playful response such as "I 
don't know, maybe you could model them for me?" 

As it was, I think I said "Guh?"

She laughed, a sparkling little descending arpeggio, and 
said "I packed two, one for swimming, and one for 
tanning. A one-piece, and a bikini. Have you ever heard 
of Wicked Weasel?" She leaned over towards me and bit 
her lower lip. (erection 50%)

I didn't dare look down, but I MUST have had a tent in 
my shorts by then. I didn't trust myself to speak, so I 
kind of shook my head and shrugged. "Hmmm," She said 
thoughtfully. "I guess I'll just get the one-piece. Your 
sisters *might* get mad at me if I wore THAT bikini."

I silently vowed to Google Wicked Weasel at my earliest 
opportunity. (erection 62%)

"You sit tight, ok? I won't make you wait long." She 
lifted her hand like she was going to squeeze my knee 
again, but she looked down, faltered momentarily, and 
had a hitch in her breathing. She quickly turned the 
knee-patting maneuver into a neck-scratching maneuver on 
herself, blushed, and turned and got out of the car. The 
minute she turned, I flashed a quick glance down.

My erection had gone down one pant leg, so about seven 
and a half inches of thick cock was outlined against my 
right thigh, pressing against the khaki. Uh oh. I looked 
back at her, but she was walking up the stairs to the 
kitchen door. Momentarily, I could see the blush 
creeping up the back of her neck. Oh, crap.

What is the protocol for unintentionally displaying 
evidence of an erection? Do I apologize to her for 
getting hard, or should she apologize to me for making 
me hard? Has Miss Manners ever covered the topic of 
Embarrassing Public Arousals? Do we ignore it?

I quickly shifted around in my seat, trying to make it 
less obvious. I took deep breaths, thought about 
baseball (A sport which I hate) and tried to calm down. 
I imagined Whoopi Goldberg naked. I imagined Kathy 
Kinney on a pogo stick. it started to work, and I 
started to shrink.

I felt like a jerk, because she obviously noticed, and I 
obviously made her feel un- comfortable, but at the same 
time, I felt kind of helpless, because what was I 
supposed to do? She's gorgeous, she was flirting with 
me, and I was enjoying it. It was like asking me not to 
be hungry when there's food in front of me, and I 
haven't eaten in days. Imagine, Gentle Reader, if we had 
a contest in which I said DO NOT mentally picture a 
polar bear. You'd lose.

She came back out of the house with something in her 
hand that looked like a men's dress sock, one of the big 
ones that goes up to your knee. As she walked back to 
the car, it swung a little in the breeze, and I saw a 
hole in it, so it must have been the swimsuit.

Her expression looked a little embarrassed, but not 
upset. More like I-did-something-
bad-please-don't-be-upset-at-me. Oh, I realized, she's 
not disgusted or annoyed with me. It looks more like 
surprised.

She got back in the car, not really making eye contact. 
"All set," she said, smiling at the steering wheel. 
"Cool." I said, trying to sound like nothing had 
happened. She was still blushing.

As she backed out of Mrs. Klemp's driveway, she said, in 
a much less flirty or confident tone, "Hey, um..."

I waited.

She started again. "Back there when I told that guy I 
like it rough, I was just trying to make him feel like a 
dick. I hope I didn't make you feel... uncomfortable." 
She winced a bit.

"Not at all," I said kindly. "It's all good."

"Sometimes it's hard-" She faltered and looked startled, 
like what-the-fuck-did-I-just-say.
"I mean sometimes it's difficult to know when I'm being 
fun, and when I'm making people..."

Horny? I thought.

"...tense." She finished, sneaking an apologetic little 
glance at me.

"Stop the car." I said, quietly, but firmly enough.

We were still far enough from the house to be screened 
by the trees, and not close enough for car sounds to 
carry to the back patio. She stopped the car, and 
finally looked at me, now a bit apprehensively. She 
looked a little nervous now, like she was dreading 
what's about to happen.

"You didn't do anything wrong, so stop apologizing." I 
gave her a big smile. "I'm having a wonderful time."

She kinda let out a breath, and her eyes darted to my 
lap. I made sure I was looking at the clock when she 
looked back up guiltily. "Oh, ok." She blushed some 
more. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Come on, we've got ice, the 
burgers should be ready, and you're going to relax. 
You've got your swimsuit and everything." I gave her a 
wolf grin.

She looked happy, but still blushing, as she stepped on 
the gas and whooshed us back around the house.

"You guys were fast." Karen called.

We walked up the steps to the patio, and I went inside 
to get a big bowl for the ice. Lola followed me in after 
a few moments.

She smiled at me over the counter. "Where can I change? 
Amy has challenged me to a race."

"Bathroom is right back behind the stairs. And be 
careful, Amy cheats."

"Thanks for the warning," She said over her shoulder, 
and walked away. I watched.

Going outside with the ice, Karen asked "What's up?"

Not much now, I thought, but what I said was "Hmmm?"

Karen walked over to me, our arms touching, and muttered 
in my ear. "When she first came in earlier, she strutted 
in like bom-chicka-pow, but now she's all blushing and 
stuff."

"Dunno," I lied.

"Burgers are mostly done, but the fries aren't, because 
I forgot to turn the oven ON." She made a dumb face and 
stuck her tongue out. "We've got about another 20 
minutes. Do you feel like a dip?"

"Only when I forget to turn the oven on." I said, 
grinning. She gave me a shove.

"In the pool, you big jerk." She shook her fist under my 
nose.

"Are we going to eat in our suits?" I asked.

"Why not? It's warm enough out, and Lola and Amy are 
racing before dinner. If you'll watch Amy, I'll go put 
my suit on." She said.

"Well," I started to say, I think I'll skip this time, 
but then Lola came out. I think I just stood there with 
my mouth open for like ten seconds. Luckily, Karen and 
Amy didn't notice, as they were kinda looking at her 
too.

She walked, no, she stalked out of the kitchen in this 
skin-tight, high-cut, sleeveless, turtleneck, navy blue 
swimsuit that just about stopped my heart. (I KNOW it 
stopped my brain.)

I'm not a leg man, per se, but Lola's legs would inspire 
poetry. The leg holes (is that the right term?) of her 
suit were cut really high, almost where a belt would be, 
so her legs looked about a mile long. Then, the armpits 
of the suit went straight up to the turtleneck, so her 
shoulders and arms were completely bare. And it clung to 
her body like paint. My imagination was immediately 
fueled 100%. She had an athletic physique. Not bony or 
like man-muscles, but she looked toned and supple, like 
a tiger or other large jungle cat. Her breasts had to be 
a nice B or C cup, and they were high up, and kinda 
close together, (as opposed to way far apart.)

"Wow!" Karen said quietly. Amy, on the other hand, put 
two fingers in her mouth and shattered the moment with a 
piercing whistle. "Look at YOU! Yowza!" She cried. Lola 
blushed and made a hand gesture like "oh, pshaw."

"This was the only suit I could bring!" She said, 
putting her clothes on her purse. "Don't make fun!"

"Who's making fun?!" Amy yelped. "You're gorgeous! I 
totally want to look like that when I grow up!"

Amy gives compliments like some people throw punches. 
Fast, hard, and right in your face.

"Oh, stop," Lola said, laughing nervously.

"I'm still gonna whoop your butt in this race," Amy 
grinned, angelic.

"You're on, sister!" Lola trotted (oh my lord) over to 
the steps leading down into the shallow end. Tiny angels 
appeared in my vision singing "beautiful asss!!"

After some adorable "Ooh, the water's cold!" reactions, 
she submerged, and glided over to Amy, who was clutching 
the edge of the pool.

"COOL! You have a tattoo!" Amy shrieked. (Being in the 
pool makes Amy about 50% louder. We don't know why.)

"Yeah, it's brand new." Lola said, a little sheepishly. 
"I got it the day the divorce was final, but I kinda 
regret it now."

"It's TOTALLY classy, though." Amy said. "Come here and 
look at this, you guys!"

I unfroze about a second before Karen did, so I was 
looking at her when she shot me an embarrassed glance. 
We walked away from the grill, and stood by the edge of 
the pool, while Amy made Lola turn around so we could 
see her shoulder. On it was a red and orange hawk rising 
from a small patch of flames. A phoenix.

"It's a phoenix," Lola said unnecessarily, not looking 
up at me. "Symbol of rebirth, starting over, rising from 
the ashes, you know."

"Also immortality." Karen said.

Lola blinked, and looked happier. "Yeah, that too."

"I'm going to go change," Karen said softly, to me. Her 
eyes were kinda downcast a bit.

I followed her back towards the house. "I'll watch Amy."

Karen shot me a wry glance back over her shoulder. "I'll 
BET you will."

"Hey hold on," I said, grabbing her hand. We were back 
under the awning, away from the pool. "What's up? You 
look kinda down all of the sudden."

"I suddenly feel sorta fat and unattractive," she stated 
simply, not making eye contact.

"Oh come on," I said gently, pulling her closer.

"Look, she's gorgeous, ok?" Karen said, starting to 
sound a bit upset. "I work out and stuff, but I KNOW I 
won't ever look like that."

"You don't have to look like that." I glanced behind me. 
Amy was talking and drawing on her arm with her finger, 
no doubt explaining the tattoo I wouldn't let her get 
when she was younger.

"Come here." I said. I led her by the hand quickly into 
the house. I trotted through the kitchen, around the 
stairs, and into the bathroom.

"Whoa, hey!" she said, but I flipped on the light, and 
turned her towards the giant mirror over the sink. I 
positioned her in front of me and looked over her 
shoulder, so we could both see ourselves in the 
reflection.

"Do you see that?"

"What?" she said, self consciously.

"That beautiful girl in the mirror," I said.

She flushed deeply. "Stop it."

"No, look!" I said, and reached forward to raise her 
chin.

"This is Karen Humbert. She is the most beautiful girl 
in the entire county."

She shook her head, but I ignored it. "This young lady 
is smart, funny, and drop-dead gorgeous. Every straight 
male in school wanted her." She made a face.

"Do you know how many times I kicked the crap out of 
guys who were treating you like some kind of porn 
fantasy?"

"Like nine," she said quietly.

"Fifteen," I stated. She looked shocked.

"You didn't even tell me!"

"Earlier you asked me what happened when we were gone? 
Dennis (name omitted) was running the register at that 
mini mart. He made a comment about me to Lola, and she 
told him to shut the hell up."

"He was that creep with the new phone, right?" She said, 
a look of disgust on her face.

"Guys don't act that way around someone who is 
unattractive. I've never told you this before, but if I 
knew another girl like you *I* would be doing everything 
I could to get her to go out with me."

"You're not serious," She said softly, looking down.

"I'm totally serious." I turned her around.

Softly, I said: "You're the most beautiful young woman, 
no, the most beautiful PERSON I've ever known. Do NOT 
feel bad about yourself, and I mean it. Lola is very 
pretty, but so are you. This isn't a contest." I leaned 
forward until our foreheads were touching. "I love you. 
Please don't feel bad."

A tear rolled down her cheek. Before I could move, she 
raised her head and kissed me, right on the corner of my 
mouth. She clutched me tightly. The moment seemed to 
last forever.

"I'm gonna go get my swimsuit," she croaked, her voice 
full of emotion. She brushed past me gently, and left. I 
kinda leaned against the counter for a moment. Karen's 
kisses always fueled a feeling in me that I was pretty 
sure I shouldn't be feeling. I took some deep breaths 
and went out to the pool again. On my way through the 
kitchen, I turned off the oven.

"Where'd you go?" Amy yelled. "We need a judge for the 
race."

"Ok, ok." I walked over to one end of the pool, and 
called. "Ladies, take your places!"

They swam over to my feet. I immediately noticed a 
difference in styles. Amy gets on top of the water and 
thrashes around like a paddleboat. Lola kicked off 
against the side of the pool, and swam in large, firm 
strokes. She glided over a good five seconds before Amy.

"Am I allowed to win?" she muttered, looking up at me 
with those pretty eyes.

I nodded reassuringly. Amy arrived in a typhoon of 
splashing.

"Let's do this thang!" Amy cried.

"Ok, once out and back. Stay in your lanes, no tickling, 
no kicking, no grabbing of ankles, no intentional 
splashing when someone is trying to breathe," I 
announced, trying to remember any more of Amy's tricks. 
Amy made a face like "Who would do that?"

"On your mark, get set, GO!" and they were off. Amy 
churned up the water in a style that usually let her win 
by sheer energy, but Lola knew how to swim for real. She 
pushed off against the pool wall and rocketed off 
underwater. Rising to the surface about five feet away, 
she established again that long, firm crawl. Reaching 
the other side well before Amy, she did this little roll 
in the water (I had a nanosecond's view of the crotch of 
her suit) and kicked off again underwater, just like you 
see Olympic swimmers do, and she was back at my feet 
before Amy had made it halfway back.

"The Winnah!" I yelled, and Amy yelled "Awwww!" she 
finally clawed her way to the side and huffed.

"Looks like I lose the talent competition AND the 
swimsuit competition." she grumbled.

"Looks like we both lose that one," Lola said 
admiringly. I turned.

Karen was just taking off my bathrobe, and underneath 
she was wearing a swimsuit I had never seen before. It 
was a two-piece, the bottoms in a style I believe are 
called boy shorts, very low rise, and the top was a 
spaghetti-strap, VERY low-cut tank top that only went 
halfway down her ribcage. It was all in a metallic, 
green, blue, gold, and white fish scale pattern. She. 
Looked. Amazing. "Wow" was all I could say.

Behind me, Amy and Lola both said "Yeah, wow."

Karen draped my bathrobe over the back of one of the 
Adirondack chairs, and struck a pose, her hand on one 
hip, her chest magnificently thrust out, and gave me a 
big smile, with only a hint of blush. "What do you 
think?"

Can't think, no blood in brain, I thought feverishly. 
"You look awesome!" Amy shouted, splashing water up over 
the edge of the pool. "Is that the new one?"

"VERY nice!" Lola said admiringly, maybe with just a 
hint of jealousy. After all, Karen had a much more 
voluptuous figure; Lola had what you'd call a swimmer's 
physique. A hot swimmer, but still a swimmer. As I said 
earlier, Karen looks like a love goddess.

Karen nodded, still looking at me. I grinned the 
biggest, dumbest, most helpless grin I've ever had. She 
got this wicked little smile, and turned away. "I'm 
getting the fries," she called back over her shoulder. 
"Will, you wanna get the buns and stuff?"

Right as she said buns, my eyes had found her ass. The 
bottoms of the suit were really tight, so there was this 
adorable little wedgies. Karen's butt cheeks were 
slightly lifted and separated, and my eyes were glued to 
the left-right, left-right, sway. "Ok," I stammered.

"Earth to William!" Amy drawled. I jumped, afraid that I 
had been busted staring at my sister's (gorgeous) ass, 
but Amy was hanging onto the edge of the pool, waving 
one arm. "Pull me out," she said, "I don't wanna swim 
back to the steps." I grabbed her hand and hoisted her 
up. "Thanks!" she chirped, and gave me a soaking wet 
hug, making my whole front damp.

"Now YOU have to go change!" She grinned.

"You got me, all right." I said, slightly annoyed. "but 
right now I have to get the buns."

"I'll go get the buns," Lola volunteered, a bit quickly. 
She sailed over to the steps, and climbed up out like 
that scene in Fast Times.

"Karen will show you where everything is," I said, 
walking in behind her. (duh!)

"I think her swimsuit already did THAT." I barely heard 
Amy mutter. Lola didn't seem to hear, so I shot a look 
at Amy, only to find her looking down at herself, 
arranging her bikini, and kind of giving up. She 
shrugged to herself, put on my bathrobe, and flopped 
down on the Adirondack chair.

Inside, Lola was already retrieving the tray of sliced 
toppings, Karen was getting paper plates in their wicker 
holders, and I was still damp from Amy's hug, so I 
trotted upstairs.

In my closet, I looked for my surf trunks, but couldn't 
find them. I had hoped to wear the baggy, knee-length, 
lime green and royal blue "jams" but they were evading 
capture. I DID find my old pair, which were about five 
years old, dark navy blue with white piping and a big 
white drawstring, but I didn't think they were going to 
fit, so I kept looking.

I looked for about five minutes, until Karen called 
"Will, we're ready to eat. You coming?"

"Yes," I said, grabbing the older trunks in desperation. 
"Let me get a towel and I'll be right out."

I shucked off my clothes. My penis was about halfway 
hard, seven inches long and dangling away from my body 
at a downwards 30 degree angle. Oops. Gorgeous women in 
swimsuits will do that for you. I tugged on the old 
trunks, and got them up to my waist. When I looked in 
the bathroom mirror, I was a little dismayed. 

The old trunks fit, but really tightly. Think of 
football pants, and you've got the idea. My main problem 
was that my cock was REALLY visible as this giant bulge. 
I tried shifting it down one pant leg, but it was only 
slightly less obvious. My junk looked HUGE. Not the best 
time for it, either. I grabbed the biggest fluffiest 
towel I could find, wrapped it around my waist, and took 
off.

I got outside to find everyone clustered around the 
grill, getting burgers. Amy saw me first and did the 
two-finger whistle again. "Woo woo!" she yelled.

"Stop that," I said. Because everyone was staring, I 
left the towel on, and grabbed a plate. I could feel the 
heat from the grill on the bare skin of my chest.

"What's with the towel?" Amy asked, refusing to not draw 
attention to me. "Didn't you find any swim trunks?" she 
leered.

"I'm cold," I said, not making eye contact. "Plus, these 
don't fit very well, and I'm kinda self-conscious right 
now, so let's eat and stop harassing the big brother."

"I was just kidding," Amy said, a little contritely. She 
turned towards Lola.

"Whadya think, pretty handsome, huh?" said my youngest 
sister the pimpette. Lola blushed.

"Amy," Karen said in a warning tone. "Ok, ok" Amy said. 

"Sorry, Will," She said, sounding mostly sincere, so I 
said "It's ok. Save me some cheese."

"So anyway," Karen said, "Who won the race?"

"I got whooped." Amy stated flatly.

"I used to swim competitively in college, so I was a 
ringer for sure." Lola said, smiling.

"Which college?" Karen asked. Lola said the name and we 
were all impressed.

"I always thought they were super expensive," Karen 
said.

"Well, I worked my ass off for a scholarship," Lol said, 
almost apologetically. "It was brutal."

"I'll bet," I said. I assembled two hamburgers and 
grabbed a handful of fries and went back to my seat. 
Lola and the girls proceeded to futz around with lettuce 
and stuff, taking forever to get their plates ready. I 
seized the opportunity to remove the towel and sit down. 
Hopefully my half stock would relax a bit before I stood 
up, or anyone noticed.

"When did you graduate?" Amy asked. "From law school, I 
mean."

(Oh yeah, Lola is, or at least was, a lawyer when she 
lived in Chicago. Apparently both my sisters already 
knew this.)

"Well, I graduated in (year withheld) and passed the bar 
exam the same year, so I was pretty much ready to go." I 
did some quick mental calculations. If my math is 
correct, she is about 34 years old. Lola is REALLY hot 
for a 34-year-old. Really, really hot. Supernova hot.

"I meant to ask earlier," Karen said, concerned. "How is 
your mother? Please tell me she's ok."

"Mom's been having trouble with her left side for little 
while now. She'll drop stuff with her left hand, her 
left foot kinda drags a little. We're hoping it isn't 
brain-related, but with everything on her left side, 
it's kinda hard to mistake. They keep doing blood tests, 
and they are going to try for a CAT-scan I think. Plus, 
Mom has been having trouble with her memory, and 
everyday tasks. 

She would forget to feed all the cats, only putting out 
enough food for some of them, stuff like that. While my 
sisters and I are worried, we're also trying to prepare 
ourselves for the worst. Mother is 74, and that's a 
long, long time. Dad passed away at 50, when I was 21. 
Mom has missed him for 13 years. We wouldn't hold it 
against her if she needed to go. We love her so much." 
She choked up for a moment.

"But she's resting comfortably, asking about the cats, 
asking about you three. I was going to call you tomorrow 
or the next day to introduce myself and check up on you. 
I've only been in town two days, and already I'm up to 
my elbows in work." She gave a wry smile. "My background 
in family law is going to come in handy, though. She's 
your legal guardian still, am I correct?"

We nodded. "If this turns out to be her time, we'll need 
to contact your father and get your status taken care 
of. That's even more important than settling her estate. 
I know it may sound callous, but if they can't help her, 
then we need to get ourselves ready for some serious 
changes." She took a long drink. "I'm trying to be 
practical, but all I can think is 'I hope she's ok.'" 
Each of us spoke up and agreed. It was quiet for a 
moment, and we concentrated on eating.

The sun had just barely began to sink behind the trees, 
when Lola stood up and stretched. I watched 
appreciatively, as she spoke up again. "It really is 
lovely out here. I can't remember the last time I was 
this comfortable, or could actually take a moment's 
pleasure in enjoying being where I was. I've been too 
lonely for a while now."

I balanced my plate on one of the wide arms of my 
Adirondack chair and relaxed, my legs sticking way out. 
"You might as well tell us your life story." I said 
kindly. "Otherwise we're going to pepper you with 
questions until it all comes out in no particular 
order."

Lola made a wry face. "We've got a lot of catching up to 
do," Karen said, "and you're family. We'll tell you our 
story if you tell us yours. Trade?"

After a moment, Lola nodded. "Mom told me about you 
guys, but I'm sure you've got more to tell. It's just 
that some of my life I've never really shared with 
anyone before. When the subject is *me,* I'm not usually 
much of a talker." She sat down thoughtfully.

"Maybe it's a good idea. Talking about it might be 
better than keeping it wrapped up forever in my mind. I 
can't guarantee it'll be funny, or even interesting, 
but..."

"Tell us as much or as little as you feel like," Amy 
said. "We're not trying to be nebby, but we would like 
to know more about you."

So, as we ate, Lola told us about herself. Born in 
Virginia, the youngest of three sisters, the family 
moved here when she was about six. Our school district 
had originally been a different one, so she went to a 
high school that was now shut down, students from our 
area being bussed elsewhere. (they drew a line right 
down the middle of her old school district, and sent 
half this way and the other half that way.) Her 
graduating class was the last one in the old high 
school, before it got turned into an office complex. 

She had been a good student, lettered on the swim team, 
and had worked really hard in school. "No boyfriends," 
was her exact phrasing, "I didn't even kiss a *boy* 
until I was 21."

I noticed her tiny emphasis on kiss a *boy* and wondered 
what she meant by that. I might have said "I didn't even 
kiss anyone." Her choice of words seemed to say she 
kissed someone who wasn't a boy. I glanced over, and 
noticed Karen's thoughtful lift of eyebrow. Amy, on the 
other hand, was totally entranced. "Didn't you go crazy 
with no boys?"

"I found other ways to not go crazy," Lola said, with a 
tiny smug smile. "Pre-law and law school were pretty 
complicated, and my free time was taken up with the swim 
team, so I spent most of my free nights in the girl's 
dorm. I didn't even join a sorority, although I did get 
offers. I made a few very good friends who were in 
sororities, and they all wanted me. To join, I mean."

The idea of a young Dolores "Lola" Klemp spending her 
free nights in the girl's dorm, kissing someone who was 
not a boy, made my state of arousal a little more 
concrete. The phrase "Queer for a year" popped into my 
head, and it made the image even more erotic. (I don't 
know if my dick felt warm from my thigh, or if my thigh 
felt warm from my dick, but something felt warmth from 
somewhere, and it actually felt kinda nice. I was just 
as hard as I was when I went upstairs.)

"And then one day I met (name withheld by Lola's 
request). He was handsome, seemed very kind, and he 
seemed interested in me. He came to my swim meets and 
cheered me on, and I totally fell for him. I mean head 
over heels. My girlfriends at the dorm, and in the 
sororities, and on the swim team all warned me that he 
was kind of a rake, but he wasn't really dating anyone 
at the time, so I figured that it was normal guy 
behavior. We started dating, and I started spending all 
my free time with him, without letting my grades slip, 
of course."

"He was pretty much guaranteed a job, because his 
grandfather had founded a law firm. Donal, Enfield, 
Ennis, and Patrick. He used to laugh about being part of 
a law firm named D.E.E.P., but he said it could have 
been worse. They might have named it P.E.E.D."

"We got married right after graduation, and off we went 
to Chicago. I got hired at D.E.E.P., mostly for things 
like estate law, inheritances, stuff like that. We had 
some goofy stuff there. This crazy old lady left $50,000 
to her parakeet, another woman committed suicide and 
left her house to that guy who plays Luke on General 
Hospital; luckily, a judge changed that."

"I was so busy with work that I failed to notice 
(asshole) was starting to get bored with marriage. I 
mean, there were little differences between us, of 
course. After all, two people getting together and 
living in the same space isn't the smoothest thing in 
the world. I wanted children, he wanted a Caribbean 
vacation every winter, and a European vacation every 
summer. I really really wanted children." She wiped her 
eyes. "He said no way. He said children are forever. I 
said when we got married, we promised our marriage would 
be forever, and he was willing to do that. He almost 
laughed."

"For several years I just tried to make myself be happy, 
but when you're not, you're not. He started to be more 
cold towards me, even as I asked him again and again for 
a child. Other things too. When we got married, we spent 
tons of time together. Now, he would work late, or go 
out of town, and when he came back, he'd be just as 
withdrawn as before. One day at work, I got a badly 
smudged fax in an Interoffice mail envelope. It had been 
addressed to him, presumably, but his first name had 
been smudged by the machine, and they sent it to me 
instead. It was in reference to a paternity suit against 
him from a woman I didn't even recognize. 

As I sat there holding it, it was like my whole world 
was breaking into pieces and collapsing. I suddenly 
realized that he and I had not been intimate for almost 
eight months. I was so used to him not being home, or 
having a headache or a stomachache, or getting drunk 
after dinner, that we hadn't even touched in eight 
goddamn months." She was crying freely now. Amy, who's 
chair was right next to Lola's reached out and held her 
hand. Karen got her a napkin, and she wiped her eyes. 
"I've never told anyone about this." She sniffled.

"Sorry if we brought up something bad," Amy said, her 
eyes wet with unshed tears. Lola shook her head. After a 
moment, she continued on.

"I investigated more and found out that he had been 
screwing a total of three secretaries from the firm, in 
addition to a woman who wasn't even really a client of 
the law firm, she just came in for weekly 
"consultations." THIS was the woman whom he impregnated. 
I couldn't believe it. His own wife begs him for a 
child, and he knocks up some slut." She shuddered 
angrily.

"Of course, everyone knew it but me. My supervisor, the 
girls in the secretarial pool, nearly the whole world. 
They stayed out of it because they felt it was a 
domestic issue, even though he was having sex IN HIS 
OFFICE!" Her voice rang, and more tears fell. I've 
always had a very hard time watching beautiful women 
cry. It makes me want to go kill or at least dismember 
whoever or whatever caused it.

"So we had a big nasty divorce. We were both lawyers, so 
that made it even more brutal. I went to work on him 
like nothing else I've ever done. I went and got every 
AIDS or STD test known to modern medicine. I was so 
relieved when they all came back clean. I took hair from 
his hairbrush and sent it to the woman with the 
paternity suit, in case his DNA would help her; I burned 
the legal papers he had at the house, I basically went 
nuts. I left the firm, obviously."

"Our divorce actually made the local news in Chicago 
when the whore he impregnated went public with the 
positive results of the paternity test. Jay Leno even 
made a quip about it one night on his show. He didn't 
say any names of course, it just went something like 
"There was a big divorce case this week in Chicago. 
Two lawyers split up amidst this big paternity suit 
after the man had been giving a client the old "pro 
bono." The only thing they're still fighting about is 
which one has to take custody of the conscience." So, 
our lives are a laughingstock." She wiped her eyes 
again. Amy borrowed her napkin and did the same. Karen 
looked wretched, and I'm sure I did too. My erection was 
gone and forgotten.

"I had a few weeks where I was too drunk to remember 
anything. I got this phoenix tattoo the day the divorce 
was final. I found an apartment, and just huddled there. 
I had a bed, and a microwave, and a freezer. No chairs, 
no TV, no computer. I just holed up with myself. Divorce 
can make you hate everyone, including yourself. I don't 
think I specifically did anything wrong. 

"I mean maybe I wasn't the easiest person to live with, 
but I loved him, I really did. Your mind tends to replay 
every conversation, every lowering of defenses, every 
moment of intimacy, whether physical or emotional. 
Memories that once filled you with happiness now drag 
you down into disgust and self-recrimination. I never 
should have done this, or that." She was calmer now.

"But you get up and go on, even when there isn't a 
reason why. I wasn't going to kill myself, so that meant 
I would just have to keep living. I quit drinking, and I 
started putting myself back together." She patted the 
arm of her chair, in a 'that's that' gesture.

"Good job!" Amy said, smiling, still a little sniffly. 

"I think I'm a stronger person now, but I wouldn't want 
to do it ever, ever, again." Lola said sadly. "bluntly, 
it really sucks, and it probably almost killed me."

Karen had been sitting with her hand over her mouth. 
"I'm glad you made it." She said thickly. She wiped her 
nose.

"Still making it. Little things remind me of him, or of 
the happiness I thought we had, and it hits all over 
again, but every day gets better." Lola smiled sadly.

"I can't even imagine it." I said. "That's good. I 
wouldn't recommend it." Lola said with a sigh.

She continued. "So I made a new me. Mom had always told 
us rules to go by when picking a mate, and I'd done 
poorly. Did she tell you the same things, Karen?"

"Don't even think about having sex with ANYONE you don't 
love. Don't date anyone who wouldn't be a good mate. 
Don't be a tease. Don't expect someone to change. Don't 
always be the first to apologize, but always apologize 
if you hurt someone, or do the wrong thing. Don't think 
you'll never feel this much in love again. Don't just 
marry someone you can live with, make sure you marry 
someone you can't live without." Karen counted off on 
her fingers.

"Always tell the person you love, if they love you. 
Always forgive the person you love, if they love you. 
Always do your best for the person you love. You don't 
need to apologize for anything that happens in bed, or 
the bathroom. Marriage is hard work." Lola finished the 
list. "I got many of those wrong, but I definitely 
understand them all now."

"The new me is looking for someone honest, someone kind, 
someone gentle,-" Lola began.

"That's three people so far," Amy interrupted, smiling.

Lola laughed. "No, silly, I mean someone who IS honest, 
kind, gentle, caring, fun, patient, smart, strong, and 
let's throw in sexy, too." She giggled.

"All of those other traits sounded pretty sexy already, 
" Karen said sagely.

"You know, you're right." Lola said, thoughtfully. "I 
guess a guy with all that would be sexy enough just so. 
But it wouldn't hurt if he was super hot as well. Merely 
super hot by itself wouldn't do it for me. He'd have to 
have it all. I kinda feel like damaged goods sometimes, 
but I'm not settling for a bad guy again." This last 
sentence was delivered firmly. Amy applauded.

"I deserve a chance to be happy. I'm WORTH loving. I 
just have to find the right guy." She shrugged. "I'm not 
giving up, either. I just hope it doesn't take too long. 
I know the phrase "biological clock" is such a cliché 
these days, but I really really want to be a mother."

She paused. "It's kinda strange, but I'm not actually 
looking for a marriage this time. I'm looking for a 
lifelong love, and a father for my future children, but 
part of me feels allergic to marriage." She smiled 
sadly. "I guess that's about it. I've never told anyone 
before."

Karen and Amy both looked sympathetic. I was moved, 
because here was this grown woman opening herself up to 
three strangers, minors in fact. It took a certain 
amount of trust to tell us all this, when she had only 
met us two hours ago.

I stood, and walked over to her. She watched me approach 
with an unreadable expression, her eyes still red from 
earlier crying. I reached out my hand. "Here, stand up," 
I said gently. She looked up at me and shyly put her 
hand in mine, and stood.

"We're adopting you." I said, and gave her a big firm 
hug. She was stiff for an instant, but melted into it. 
"Wha-at?" she kinda whimpered/giggled.

"You are officially part of the family. Welcome to the 
Humberts." I let go of her, although not breaking 
contact. When I turned around, I kept one arm on her 
shoulders. Karen had tears in her eyes, and Amy was 
grinning.

Karen stood, and came over for another big hug. "I 
second that motion," Karen said, kissing Lola on the 
cheek. Lola looked as if you could have knocked her over 
with a feather.

"Yeah!" Amy yelled, right behind Karen, and squeezed 
Lola around the waist with both arms. Lola grunted from 
Amy's constriction, and then stood on her own feet 
again. "I - I don't know what to say," She said happily, 
wiping away new tears. 

She turned towards me, and went to hug me again, so I 
swept her up in both arms in a big bear hug. After a 
moment, I went to let go, but she was still holding me 
tightly, so I held on. I could feel new life flowing 
into my penis, so I quietly hoped for a chance to let go 
before it became more obvious. After a few more moments, 
she sighed against my shoulder and stood back.

"You guys are really huggy! I love it!" she sniffled, 
smiling. "Earlier when I got here, Karen hugged me 
tight, and I suddenly realized that other than a few 
business handshakes, no one has touched me in almost a 
year. No human contact, like I had some kind of horrible 
disease. And now I get five big hugs!" She wiped her 
eyes happily. "I feel better already."

"We hug a lot!" Amy said. "You should try some of our 
massage!"

"Oh my!" Lola's eyes were big. "I'm certainly not used 
to this."

"SIX big hugs," Karen said, and gently slid her arms 
around Lola's waist, pulling her in close for another 
squeeze. I watched, amazed, as Karen went to give Lola a 
kiss on the cheek, at the same time as Lola apparently 
went to do the same thing. Their lips brushed, ever so 
gently, and they both jumped back as if electrified. 
"Oops," Lola blurted, blushing heavily.

"It's - it's ok, I think," Karen said, blushing just as 
hard. She crossed her arms over her chest, as if cold.

"Let's all get in the pool," Amy said, a bit wild-eyed, 
having observed the kiss, just like me. Everyone quickly 
agreed.

So in we went. Amy immediately started diving for golf 
balls, and horsing around. Karen did a few laps, then a 
few flips, and finally grabbed a one of our big foam 
noodles and floated around aimlessly, relaxing. Lola and 
I had already chosen to float with noodles, and were 
randomly drifting back and forth, our paths momentarily 
interrupted whenever Amy would barge into us or grab our 
ankles for balance. On one of her loops past, Karen 
smiled at me. "Look at Lola," She mouthed silently.

I looked over my shoulder to see Lola drifting by, a big 
smile on her face, her eyes closed, looking very 
peaceful. I grinned at Karen. "Looks happy," I mouthed, 
but right then Amy, trying to get to the surface with a 
golf ball in her hand, grabbed Lola's ankle and pulled 
her right off her noodle, dunking her.

"Ack!" she spluttered, coughing. "Amy!"

"Sorree!" Amy sang, probably 80% sincere.

I suddenly realized we had neglected to tell her our 
story. I swam over to Lola, and connected our noodles at 
the ends. "Time for you to hear OUR tragic tale." I 
said.

"Oh, right," She said. "I know a little, but you can 
tell me the whole thing."

With our combined weight on them, the noodles no longer 
held us afloat. There was one left, so I went and got 
it. We laid our shoulders on our connected noodles, and 
put the remaining single noodle under our butts, so it 
was like sitting on a couch, kinda.

I told her our story about the way I told you, Dear 
Reader, skipping a few details, such as any talk of 
sexuality. I DID tell her about the fights, and when I 
threw the guy out of the house, which made her laugh and 
cheer. I told her about Mom being dead. Karen cried 
again, and so did Lola. (Amy was still thrashing around 
and didn't hear.) When I was telling her about the last 
fight, and getting thrown out of school, she had this 
set to her jaw that said she wished she could've punched 
the guy too. She asked few questions, mostly just 
listening.

Karen and Amy had never heard all the details about the 
fights before. Over the course of the narrative, Karen 
floated closer to me and used her legs to grip my left 
knee, to prevent herself floating away. Lola had slid 
down the noodle until our hips were touching (I think 
initially because of gravity) and she stayed there, 
tucked up against my right side. 

I started to get yet another erection. Beautiful woman 
snuggled up against my right side, beautiful girl 
clutching my left leg with her legs, you can't blame me. 
Amy swam up and clutched my left arm, gently kicking her 
legs to stay afloat. My erection was going straight out, 
and it was hitting the seam that was dead center, and it 
wasn't comfortable at all. I couldn't adjust it, because 
all three ladies were glued to me. It was beginning to 
hurt.

"I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining, but I'm 
sinking from all the passengers." I said gently.

"And I'm freezing." Amy said, our activity director, "So 
it's time for the hot tub!"

We laughed, but agreed. The sun had set completely, and 
the air was getting cooler. Amy churned away, dousing us 
all with her splashing, and climbed out of the pool. She 
ran goofily over to the house and flicked on the lights 
that ran around the patio, little garden lamps that 
looked like pagodas or birdhouses.

Lola disentangled herself from the noodles, leaving my 
side regretfully, it seemed, and said "I hate to sound 
judgmental, but I'm not a big fan of either of your 
parents right now."

"Well, neither are we," Karen said, half sad, half 
bitter. There was a loud clunk as Amy wrestled the big 
cover off of the hot tub.

"You three are the most amazing kids I think I've ever 
met, and your dad is missing all of it." She began to 
swim over to the steps. Karen quickly pulled herself 
closer to me. As she did so, her legs slid over mine, 
and her knee actually bumped my cock. It kinda sproinged 
over to the right, and (thankfully) slipped down that 
pant leg. "Oh my god, did I just hit you in the crotch?" 
She asked, alarmed. (It was dark in the water, and you 
couldn't see.)

"No, I'm fine. You hit my thigh." I lied. Actually it 
was more comfortable now than it was before she did so.

Karen snuggled right up to me, her legs still straddling 
mine. She gave me a little squeeze with her thighs, 
practically humping my leg as she wrapped her arms 
around my waist. "You never told me about all those 
fights. Did you really have to defend me that much?" She 
murmured in my ear. Her body was pressed very close 
against mine. I duck-walked us over towards the steps. 
"Yes." I said simply.

"I'm so sorry. I never knew." She put her head on my 
shoulder. As I waddled/floated/bounced over towards the 
shallow end, I could feel my left thigh pressing 
rhythmically against her crotch. She sighed happily and 
squeezed me with both her arms and legs. "I owe you some 
very significant thanks. More than I already thought I 
did."

"Hey, don't mention it. I did it because I love you, and 
because it was the right thing to do. You don't owe me 
anything for that, ever." We were almost there. She 
unwrapped herself from my body.

"Earlier, when you told me I was beautiful, and that if 
we weren't related, you would be trying to date me like 
crazy, did you really mean it?" She asked me quietly, 
her hands on my chest, her face inches from mine, as we 
huddled in the shadows of the end of the pool.

While those weren't my exact words, she had the idea. 
"Yeah," I blushed.

"I would be the best girlfriend you ever had."

"Oh yeah?" I grinned.

"I would rock your world. In this hypothetical 
situation, I mean." She blushed, but she looked like she 
meant it.

"I love you." I said, hugging her close, forgetting 
about my erection. She pressed her body against mine 
momentarily. Looking back, I think she HAD to have felt 
it, but she didn't jump, or yelp. We just held each 
other.

"You guys coming?" We heard Amy howl.

"Nearly there!" Karen called, sounding breathless. She 
gave me another quick kiss on the corner of my mouth. 
(And again, it hit me like a Stun Gun) She stood, her 
swimsuit cleavage scooping up water in an adorable way, 
and turned to climb the steps. From my crouching 
viewpoint, her butt looked magnificent as she climbed 
out. I was in pure sensory overload.

I clambered out of the pool awkwardly, my now nearly 
complete erection throbbing right down my leg. I looked 
down, and panicked a little. The too-tight swim trunks 
had it outlined waaaaayyy more than necessary. It looked 
like I was trying to smuggle a cucumber or something.

I decided to buy some time. Climbing over the side of an 
occupied hot tub with an erection in tight pants was 
going to be impossible to do nonchalantly. Ah, the 
fireplace was down to coals.

"I'm getting wood!" I called. DAMMIT. "For the fire!"

I hobbled around behind the fireplace, trying to stay 
out of the light. I selected a few chunks of wood (in 
the dark) and brought them around to the front. Karen 
had climbed into the hot tub, and sat facing away from 
me. Lola was facing towards me, and I could tell she was 
watching me as she talked to Karen. All I could see of 
Amy was her little butt, as she was bent over the edge 
of the hot tub, reaching down for something in the dark.

I looked for the metal hook to drag the grill off, so 
the fireplace would just be a fireplace, and I could 
pile the wood higher.

"The stars are beautiful out here!" Lola was saying. "I 
forgot how much I missed them, living in a city. There's 
a lot less light pollution out here, and you can see 
everything. I wish I had thought to bring my camera."

Amy's butt wiggled as she rooted around in the dark. I 
could hear a hollow plastic clunking, so she must be in 
the little bucket of hot tub toys. (We had a little 
boat, and some other silly things that were fun to watch 
float around on the water. Wind-up swans, a plastic 
shark, you get the idea.)

"Do you do a lot of photography?" Karen asked, 
interested. "Lately I've been thinking it would be fun."

"I'll be your model!" Amy volunteered, grunting, still 
looking for something.

"I took photography as an elective in college, and 
really liked it. I just got myself a new digital camera, 
and am trying to get back into it."

I found the metal hook, and stood the grill up against 
the side of the bricks, and shoved the wood in, stirring 
up the coals. Fire flared up almost instantly. I heard 
Karen ask "What kind?" and then several things happened 
very quickly.

1. I stood up and turned towards the hot tub, forgetting 
that I had just built a big light source right at crotch 
level.

2. Light from the fireplace cast my groin in sharp 
relief, and I actually saw, out of the corner of my eye, 
a shadow of myself cast against the back wall of the 
house. My erection was plainly visible (although forced 
by my trunks to point down) like the World's Dirtiest 
Shadow Puppet.

3. Lola, who had been looking towards me while talking, 
said, "It's a Nikor, with 10.1 mega-penis-" and clapped 
her hands over her mouth in dismay.

4. Simultaneously, Amy, leaning too far, fell out of the 
hot tub with a yell.

So, Karen leapt up to check on Amy, I quickly jumped 
past the fireplace so the light was behind me, and Lola 
just sank lower in the water and shut her eyes in 
embarrassment. Amy jumped up. "My foot slipped and I 
lost my balance!" She laughed. Karen groaned and sat 
down again. Lola, still looking horrorstruck at her slip 
of the tongue, watched me approach.

"What's all the commotion?" I asked. "What'd I miss?"

"I fell out of the tub!" Amy giggled, "I was trying to 
get Seymour." She held up the black rubber duck with 
devil horns that I got when I bought AXE body wash. She 
tossed him in the tub, where he floated about, 
lecherously.

"Lola was saying she does photography," Karen told me. 
"It sounded really neat."

"What kind of camera do you use?" I asked, pretending 
not to have heard anything.

"Uh, I," She blinked, surprised to find herself off the 
hook. "It's a Nikor with 10.1 mega-pixels." She tried to 
regain her composure.

"Is that good?" Amy asked brightly.

"It's not bad," Lola said.

I threw a leg (and a hard-on) over the side of the hot 
tub, and slid into the warm foamy water. I took the only 
unoccupied side, which put me right between Karen and 
Lola, facing Amy. It was a very nice place to be. I 
immediately began to relax. Did I mention I LOVE our hot 
tub? I put my arms on the back of the tub and just went 
Aaaaaaahhhh.

Amy, sitting by the controls, turned the jets up to 
maximum thrust and really bubbly, and we all just 
enjoyed it.

"I was telling Karen that the stars out here are so 
beautiful, I wish I had brought my camera." Lola said, 
more composed now.

"I can see the Big Dipper, and Orion," I said, "I don't 
know the names of many others."

"Where's Orion?" Lola asked.

"Right there," I pointed to just over the house. "You 
might be too close to the porch to see it from there."

Lola slid over and came to rest right against my right 
side, as she had been in the pool. I almost jumped 
straight up. "I see him now." She said, but she didn't 
move back. After a moment, she rested her head on my 
arm. In the dim light, I could see Amy grin, but she 
didn't speak.

Looking back down from the heavens, Karen gave a 
momentary frown, but then her expression softened. She 
shifted herself closer a tiny bit, and draped her right 
leg over my left knee. She smiled at me, and went back 
to looking at the stars. I was in heaven.

I barely dared breathe, not wanting the moment to end, 
not wanting either of them to get uncomfortable and 
move. There was peace, and a quiet clunking as Seymour 
bonked into the sides, riding the current around and 
around.

"Ow," Karen said, about twenty minutes later, and 
something under the water kinda whacked against my cock, 
which made me jump, jarring Lola, who sat up, saying 
"What?"

Amy's wiggling toes rose into view right in front of me. 
"Piggy shark!" she announced, which was her way of 
saying "rub my foot." in the hot tub. Grimly, I grabbed 
her foot.

"You kicked me," Karen said accusingly.

"And me." I said, annoyed.

"Sorry!" Amy lied. She wiggled her toes and gave me a 
hopeful innocent look. I began rubbing them. "Ooh, not 
so hard!"

Lola laughed, and leaned against me again. "I almost 
went to sleep just now," She said.
"What time is it?"

I squinted at the clock in dim firelight. "About ten 
o'clock." I said.

"I should probably go check on the cats," She said 
sounding very reluctant. "Thank you so much for inviting 
me over, AND for listening to my sob story."

"I told you, we adopted you." I said. "You're welcome 
here any time you want."

She gave us all a big smile. "You guys really are the 
best, I mean it."

Karen waved her hand and said "Pfft!" Amy nodded her 
head and said "Yep!"

Lola put her hand on my leg to push herself to a 
standing position. As she achieved balance, she gave my 
leg a momentary squeeze, and slid her hand up my thigh 
about four inches before letting go. Standing, she 
cocked her hips to one side and stretched her arms 
theatrically over her head. Her breasts bounced a little 
as she finished stretching. "I'll do the dishes." She 
said, with a wriggle and a grunt.

I sat entranced. Amy kicked me, gently, with the foot I 
was holding. I glanced at her as Lola turned away, 
climbing out of the hot tub, and Amy rolled her eyes and 
made an exaggerated kissy face. I let go of her foot 
abruptly. Karen meanwhile, was reaching for a towel, and 
had missed this exchange. "Oh, no you won't. You're the 
guest, remember?" Karen said, lunging to her feet. I 
grabbed her arm and hip as she almost toppled back over 
on me. "Sorry," she panted. "S'okay" I said.

Lola stood by the fire, drying herself with the towel. 
"No, you adopted me, remember? that means I can do 
chores here." She smiled warmly at us. "Honestly, I want 
to help."

"I'll let you help. Tonight is my dish night, anyway." 
Amy called, and clambered out of the hot tub. Karen 
began gathering dishes and towels.

I busied myself making sure the fire would burn out 
safely. (It sucks to pour water in an enclosed fire pit. 
everything gets nasty and it stays soggy.) I put the 
cover back on the hot tub, after fishing Seymour out and 
consigning him once again to his Bucket of Misfit Toys. 
When the back porch was clean, I went inside.

Amy and Lola were both crowded around the sink, giggling 
and splashing. They had put on aprons over their 
swimsuits. I recognized Amy's as the green one that said 
"May I Cut The Cheese?" and Lola's as the white-and-red 
gingham one that said "Kill the Cook." They seemed to be 
having fun, bumping butts and elbowing each other 
uproariously. I could hear water running from upstairs, 
too, which meant Karen must be in the shower. This meant 
I had to wait. I pulled out a barstool and sat at the 
kitchen island.

Lola, hearing me, whipped around and in two steps, 
leaned on the counter across from me. "What'll it be, 
sailor?" she drawled. This sent Amy into gales of 
laughter. I smirked. "Whad'ya got?" I said, raising one 
eyebrow. Lola's eyes flashed at me, and she gave me an 
evil grin. "Why, we got anything you'd like, pardner."

Amy flounced over holding a tall glass of dishwater. She 
set it in front of me with a flourish. It was nasty. 
"Here you go!" She announced. "Your usual, sir."

"My usual what?" I asked, moderately grossed out. "Your 
usual disgusting soapy beverage!" She laughed.

I made a grab for her head. "Why, I oughta..." but she 
ducked away laughing. Amy returned to the sink, and 
resumed scrubbing.

Still doing the sexy waitress act, Lola said "Shall I 
freshen this up for you, sir?"

"I'd like something a little less..." I surveyed the 
soap bubbles and the swirly water with food chunks in 
it. " ...clean."

"Right away, toots." She grabbed the glass and put it 
back in the sink. Passing Amy, she gave her a swat on 
her bikini-clad butt, which made Amy jump and squeal. 
Opening the fridge, she got out a can of root beer, and 
grabbed a clean glass out of the dish drainer. She then 
commenced to pour the root beer from such an extreme 
height that there was only an inch of soda in the bottom 
before the foam threatened to flow over the rim. She set 
the ridiculously foamy soft drink in front of me. I had 
to laugh, because she did it all with an expression of 
utmost seriousness.

"Do you need anything else, Dah-lin?" She said in a fake 
southern accent. Amy snickered.

"Thanks, but no. This will be just fine." I laughed. 
Behind me, Karen sauntered into the kitchen, wearing a 
t-shirt and some running shorts, which looked like mine.

"Ana-thing for you, sugah?" Lola drawled. Amy snorted 
with laughter again.

Karen eyed my root beer. "No, thanks," She smiled.

She sat next to me on the other barstool, and looked at 
me tiredly. "I stole your shorts," she confessed. Either 
Lola or Amy clunked something loudly in the sink, and 
they both started giggling again.

"Not like that!" Karen protested, but they were just 
having a good time. "It's cool." I said, putting my arm 
around her. I was pretty worn out myself. Emotionally 
(and sexually) today had a lot of ups and downs, a 
metaphor that was particularly applicable. Pulling the 
drain from the sink, Lola slung the apron over a cabinet 
door. Amy dried her hands and shimmied out of hers 
through the neck hole, a maneuver that required lots of 
wiggling. 

"I hate to put an end to what has been the best evening 
I have had in a long time, but I'm bushed. I'm not even 
going to change out of my swimsuit, I'm just going to 
put my clothes on over this and drive home." She paused 
for breath, and then looked a little sad. "You guys are 
wonderful and amazing, and I am so jealous. I have had 
more fun tonight than I think I've had in years, but it 
seems like you guys always live like this."

"Come back anytime you want. You're our big sister now." 
Amy said, hugging her.

"I know, I know, I just... I just wish I had met you all 
sooner." She wiped a tear from her eye, and smiled. She 
grabbed Amy in a big hug, and shook her, growling. Amy 
squealed happily.

Karen stood, and came around the island for another 
long, happy hug. When they parted, they both kissed each 
other on the cheek, and they both looked misty.

She gave me a look filled with gratitude. "And you," she 
said, walking over to me slowly, and put her arms around 
my waist as I hugged her shoulders. Hugging her in a 
swimsuit was way sexier than hugging her in clothes. My 
cock twitched, and I know she felt it, because she gave 
this tiny little jump. 


She didn't let go, however, although she did push back a 
bit, to look at me. Her expression was somewhat 
unreadable. "You're quite an outstanding young man, 
aren't you," She said softly. She bit her lip for a 
second, and then hugged me again. I turned a bit, trying 
to move myself where my cock wasn't pushing right at her 
groin, and she used the opportunity to give my earlobe a 
tiny bite. I almost moaned, but I held it in.

"You're going to be trouble for the ladies, I know," She 
stroked my cheek gently, and stepped away, taking a deep 
breath. I did the same, and stepped back around the 
kitchen island to hide my lower half from anyone's 
direct gaze.

"Come back Friday night!" Amy cheered, "I'll make my 
famous Green Peppers Au Gratin!"

Karen gave Lola a tiny shake of the head, and made a 
face.

"How about I get pizzas and some movies?" Lola said.

"OK!" Amy jumped up and down, just as happy. Karen 
looked relieved.

"Wait, isn't Liu Si coming over again this Friday?" I 
asked.

"Oh yeah," Amy said, "You'll get to meet my best friend! 
She's so great!"

"Lucy? Sounds neat." Lola said. Karen shook her head.

"Her name is Liu Si. Two words. She's Chinese, and her 
family are slaves at the Dragon Garden restaurant." 
Karen stated.

"Why does it seem like you aren't joking about the slave 
part?" Lola asked, a little nervously.

"It's not that much of a joke," I said.

"Oh geez," Lola said.

"Not much we can do, but we try to let Liu Si have as 
much fun as possible."

"Oh my god, I forgot your shirt!" Lola blurted. "It's 
still hanging up in the laundry room. I'm so sorry!"

"I'll get it next time I cut the grass, or whatever," I 
said.

With a few more hugs and tears, Lola made her way out 
the back porch to her car and drove away. We finished 
putting dishes away, turned out the lights, and went 
upstairs. Amy wandered through the bathroom, where she 
shucked her swimsuit, and trudged naked into her room, 
half asleep.

Karen paused by my door and followed me into my room, 
unnoticed by me at first. I turned on the light and 
turned to go to the bathroom, and there she was. "Oh, 
hi." I said, startled.

She looked like she wanted to say something, but instead 
held her arms out wordlessly. I stepped into her 
embrace. We held each other for a long moment, and again 
I noticed that her hair smelled like strawberries. I 
remembered the night with the wet dream, and the sheets 
that needed changing. "I love you, Will," she whispered.

"I love you too," I said, feeling a bit nervous.

"You said I didn't need to thank you for defending me 
all the time, but I still feel like I should. I'll 
figure out a way." she said softly.

"No, I meant it. I did it because I love you, that's 
enough for me." I gave her a squeeze.

"You're my knight protector. You deserve a lady's 
favor." I could tell she was very sleepy. I kissed her 
forehead, and she sighed happily. She squeezed me tight. 
"No need." I said again.

"I'll figure out a way." She said firmly, and turned and 
left. Not sure what else to do, I changed into my boxer 
briefs and went to bed. I thought about masturbating, 
(lord knows I had enough material in my imagination from 
tonight,) but the evening's up-down-up-down-up had left 
me sore and tired. I just rolled over and went to sleep.

Growing up with two girls and one boy in the house, we 
were no strangers to accidental or even intentional 
nudity. Karen always wore shorts and a sports bra, or a 
skirt and a halter top, no matter how hot the weather 
got. I always wore running shorts or boxer briefs at 
least, having given up on standard tighty-whiteys when I 
was eleven. It was not unheard of for me to go 
shirtless, although I had a large selection of tank tops 
or sleeveless "muscle" shirts to choose from. 

I usually had some kind of shirt. Amy, on the other 
hand, lordy. When the weather got hot, you could barely 
keep clothes on that girl. She would strip down to her 
diaper when she was a toddler, she would strip down to 
her panties up until she was six, and from then on, we 
convinced her to wear SOMETHING, even indoors, no matter 
how hot it got.

The only exception was nighttime. In her bedroom, when 
she went to bed, she could wear (or not) anything she 
wanted. This meant that she often slept bare-ass naked 
in summertime. I made her promise to put on something if 
she was going to sneak into my bed, because naked girls 
shouldn't sleep with boys. She immediately wanted to 
know why. Karen told her it was because it was a bad 
thing to do. 

Going in to wake up Amy therefore involved a lot of 
seeing her naked, usually sprawled across her rumpled 
blankets in an ungainly way. I became desensitized to 
seeing Amy naked. Karen's body, on the other hand, was 
still a mystery. 

I did my best to make sure that my nudity was likewise 
hidden from them at all times. I occasionally had to 
leave the bathroom door unlocked when I was taking a 
shower, for their emergency necessity. (It isn't fair to 
lock young girls out of a bathroom. They will make you 
regret it.) The only time it was ok to lock the door was 
if you were using the toilet itself. Amy and Karen took 
showers with the door unlocked as well. Amy would pee 
with the door open, as I may have already mentioned.

But back to my original point, I was lucky enough to 
never be naked around either of them by the time they 
were old enough to remember it. (Karen and I were bathed 
together up until she was 3.) This all worked fine until 
about three days after Lola first visited us. In fact, 
it was four days, because it was Friday, the night she 
was coming over again.

I was taking a shower, and the combination of warm 
water, washing myself, and the fact that I was about two 
days overdue for masturbating had me up and hard in very 
little time. I had started my new job about a month or 
so ago, (pizza driver, I'll explain more in a minute) so 
I wasn't used to having less free time. School was 
already taking lots of my time, and what with working 
part-time most nights delivering pizzas, I just didn't 
get much quality time to myself. I still spent as much 
time as I could with the girls, but "me" time had been 
in short supply.

As I have stated before, I usually tried to do it about 
every three days, but it needs to be the right kind of 
time. I don't do it right before bed, because I then 
have to clean it up, and by then, I'm less sleepy. I had 
originally been planning to do it on the day Lola came 
to dinner, but as events unfolded, by bedtime I was worn 
out, and my junk was just as tired from straining 
against those too-small swim trunks all night.

So I'm in the shower, it's early afternoon, I was done 
with school for the day and I was getting ready for Lola 
to come over, and then to go get Liu Si. I had shaved 
already, and was getting my shower. (I've been shaving 
since I was fourteen, whether I really needed it or not. 
Amy used to be fascinated by watching me, and once I 
even let her put on shaving cream and scrape it off with 
a safety razor I had de-bladed with a pair of pliers. 
She was six at the time, and Karen thought we were both 
being ridiculous.)

So in the shower, I was getting really horny. I *may* 
have been a little over-indulgent when washing my cock 
and balls, but it was definitely getting impossible to 
ignore. Guys know what I' m talking about. There's this 
moment when you have to decide whether or not to ignore 
an erection, or to just go find some privacy and beat 
it. The moment came (ha ha) and went rather quickly. It 
was like "Erection? Heck yeah!" I wouldn't do it in the 
shower, though. Karen or Amy stepping in spooge was not 
my idea of good planning.

I hurried myself along, planning to get to my room and 
spank it, so I imagined naked soapy women rubbing up 
against me in the shower. It was nice. (erection 90%, 
angled about ten degrees up from horizontal.) I rubbed 
my cock occasionally, trying to finish my shower without 
losing any momentum.

I went to get shampoo, and I realized my bottle was 
totally empty. I had been storing it upside down for 
about four days, but now it was really completely empty. 
I looked around, and grabbed the only other shampoo I 
saw. As I opened the bottle, the scent of strawberries 
enveloped me. It was Karen's.

I started shampooing with it, again hurrying myself, but 
now all the naked imaginary women were Karen. Before I 
had been imagining Brandy Talore, or Masuimi Max or 
somebody, but now, without exception, I was surrounded 
by three or four naked Karens, rubbing their breasts 
against me, biting their lower lips, and looking up at 
me with sultry intent. I was shocked at myself, and 
tried to imagine someone else, but I couldn't. It just 
wouldn't change. 

I think it was the shampoo. The lovely strawberry scent, 
and the fact that I was rubbing and massaging my own 
scalp, the way Karen often rubbed my head, made her 
image inseparable from my masturbation fantasy co-stars. 
I felt guilty at first, but then I thought "who's going 
to know?" So I went with it, and man, was it good. 
(erection 100%, angled up thirty degrees.) 

I quickly finished, rinsed my hair, and stepped out of 
the shower with my eyes shut from the water. I grabbed 
the little towel off the rack by the shower stall, and 
threw it over my head, and started drying my face 
vigorously. I could feel my erect penis bouncing around 
with my efforts. Then I heard this little gasp.

I whipped the towel off my head and froze, clutching it 
to my chest in shock, to see Karen standing by the sink 
with her hairbrush in her hand. She was wearing black 
jean shorts, and a lacy purple bra. In that instant, I 
realized that the bra cups were sheer, and I could see 
her nipples. They were pink, and about the size of a 
half dollar. Her breasts were just as beautiful as my 
imagination had pictured. (Erection 125%, ten inches 
achieved, pointing up at 45 degrees!) I was dumbstruck.

If I was dumbstruck, she was rooted to the spot. Her 
mouth was open, her eyes the size of dinner plates, and 
her face and chest blossomed with a rosy blush. She was 
staring directly at my boner, and she didn't even look 
like she could breathe. As I watched, similarly frozen, 
her nipples went erect so fast they almost made a noise. 
(poink!) She blinked, and gasped again, and suddenly 
dropped her hairbrush with a clatter and covered her 
chest with her arms. I quickly made to cover myself with 
the towel I was clutching stupidly to my chest, but the 
minute her line of sight with my cock was broken, she 
wailed "OH MY GOD!!" and ran out of the room

I grabbed my bathrobe, and heard her bedroom door slam. 
Running out of the room after her, I stepped on her 
hairbrush, which hurt a LOT. "Karen!" I yelled.

I got to her door to find it locked. "Karen, wait!" I 
cried. I knocked on the door, and it sounded more solid 
than usual. I put my ear to the door. Was that her 
heartbeat or mine? I could definitely hear her 
breathing. "Please believe me, I had no idea you were in 
there!" I called. I could see the shadows from under the 
door as her feet moved away. "Karen, come back!" I stood 
helplessly, dripping water onto the hardwood floor.

Moments later, a small piece of paper slid out from 
under the door, and made a forlorn pirouette. I quickly 
snatched it up. In Karen's handwriting, much shakier 
than usual, it said: I AM SO SORRY. PLZ PLZ PLZ DONT BE 
MAD.

"Karen, I'm not mad! It was an accident, right?" I said 
loudly. "Are you ok?"

Another moment, another scrap of paper. I CAN'T TALK TO 
YOU RIGHT NOW.

"Are you ok?" I asked again, sadly. I felt SO guilty I 
wanted to die.

Paper again. I DON'T KNOW. PLZ GO AWAY. I'M VERY SORRY.

Before I could say anything else, a fourth paper, the 
final piece from the sheet she had torn, spun under the 
door. I LOVE YOU. PLZ FORGIVE ME, BUT PLZ GO AWAY.

"I'm the one who should be asking for forgiveness." I 
said. "But I'll go away."

I trudged down the hall, passed through the bathroom, 
grabbing my towel, and shut myself into my bedroom. 
After drying off, my erection was down to eight inches 
again, and still standing up pretty high. I lay back on 
the bed. I WAS really horny, but the feelings of what 
had just happened left me all messed up inside. I was 
fantasizing about my own sister, and she caught me, 
sorta. That was bad. I had seen her nipples, and gotten 
the best view of her breasts I'd ever had. That was also 
bad, because now I thought of her even more sexually 
than before, even though it was kinda good too.

I heard the cover slap on the hot tub. Amy must be 
getting ready for the sleepover, I thought. I heard a 
door open, and light came from under the bathroom door. 
Karen was back in the bathroom. My cock ached. It was 
impossible to ignore. Geez. It had been too long, I was 
going to have to masturbate just to get some relief. I 
grabbed the remote for the tiny TV I had, and turned it 
on, with the volume way down. I put in P.O.V. Suckfest 
#7, and lay back on the bed. As it turns out, it didn't 
take long. I grabbed the crusty towel I kept for such 
emergencies, and unloaded into it. Ahhhhh, much better.

Then the phone rang. I killed the TV, and grabbed the 
phone with my least slippery hand. It was Lola. "Hiya, 
tiger," She purred.

"Hello," I said, still a little loopy from the orgasm. I 
quickly dried off my hands, and put the towel over my 
groin to catch any drips.

"I forgot to ask, what kind of pizza do you guys like?" 
She sounded as if she were driving.

"Anything but anchovies or hot peppers," I said. Those 
are two toppings that even when you pick them off, you 
still taste them.

"Ewww, gross. Does anyone still eat anchovies these 
days?" She gagged.

"You'd be surprised," I said. "I work at Timpanelli's 
Pizza Subs and Wings! and we get some weird requests."

"I'll take your word for it," She said. "OK, no fish, no 
peppers. What time should I be there?"

I looked at my alarm clock. It was 4:30 now. "Amy and I 
are going to the video rental place right now, so six?" 
I said. "Amy and I will be leaving at 9:15 to go get Liu 
Si, but I think we'll be ready to eat dinner around six. 
Plus, that'll give them plenty of time to make the 
pizza. Friday nights are rush hour for Pizza places."

"All right," Lola said. "I'll be your pizza delivery 
girl at six!"

"Sounds good," I grinned, my mind filled with sexy 
imagery.

"I'm glad you like it," She flirted right back. "You'd 
better be ready to tip me!"

I'll tip you right over the kitchen table, I thought to 
myself. My cock gave a little post-orgasmic twinge. 
Well, maybe not, I thought again.

"You bet." I said. We said our goodbyes, and I got 
myself cleaned up and dressed, Karen apparently still in 
the bathroom, so I went downstairs. I had forgotten my 
own rule about not masturbating right before you go 
somewhere, so I was a little wobbly and sleepy.

I still had no idea what I was going to do to fix things 
with Karen. I had accidentally exposed myself to her 
(along with the biggest erection I think I've ever had) 
AND seen her in her bra with her nipples showing. This 
was the kind of event that would call for therapy among 
some people. Maybe us.

I had left the icemaker on all day, and had been tipping 
the ice into a plastic grocery bag in the freezer, so we 
had plenty of ice. Much of the soda was left from last 
time Lola visited, so we were in good shape there as 
well. I sat on a barstool and fretted.

Amy came charging through with a pair of candles on a 
candelabra shaped like a lady holding two bowls. "Whoa, 
where are you going with that?"

"Ummm," She said, slightly embarrassed. "I was going to 
put it on the edge of the hot tub."

"And set your hair on fire?" I growled. "I don't think 
so. Put it back. You're not allowed to play with 
matches."

She groaned, and stomped back into the living room. 
Upstairs, I could faintly hear the toilet flush, and 
then running water, and then a door closing. Karen must 
still be hiding. I felt like dirt.

"Let's go get your mattress ready again." I called to 
Amy, who was still pouting a little about the candles.

She trudged upstairs with the air of someone who is 
being greatly mistreated, and we got her mattress out 
and wrestled it down the stairs again, moving the coffee 
table out of the center of the room.

"Ready to go to the video store?" I asked. She cheered. 
"Scary movie night!"

"Give me a minute," I said, and walked upstairs to 
Karen's door.

"We're going to the video store," I called. After a 
moment of silence, I heard Karen's voice, muffled. "Ok."

"When we get back, I want to talk to you." I said 
gently.

More silence. "Do we have to?" She said, sounding 
apprehensive.

"Yes, I think we do." I said. The floor creaked as she 
moved in her room.

"I'll be back in a bit," I said kindly, and Amy and I 
left.

All the way to the video store I thought about what the 
hell I was going to do. Amy must have noticed, because 
she had been chattering away at first, but I suddenly 
got the feeling something funny was going on. I tuned 
back in to find her looking out the window saying 
something like "and then the aliens came and got me 
pregnant, so I had like a hundred little mutant babies, 
and they were running around making long distance calls 
and voting democrat, so I said -"

"Ex-cuse me?" I said. Amy flustered, "Uh, I mean, well 
you weren't even paying attention to me!"

"Sorry," I said. "I've got a lot to think about. Let's 
start over. What movies are you getting?"

"Murder In The Whore Academy, Blood-Drinking Hell Guys," 
she counted on her fingers, "and Don't Go In The 
Outhouse."

"No." I said flatly.

"Oh, come on, Grampa!" Amy whined. "Michaela (name 
withheld) has seen all those, along with Stripper Ripper 
parts 1 - 5. I'm not keeping up with my age group!"

"Michaela's parents must be idiots. And your age group 
is ridiculous." I said. "There's perfectly scary stuff 
that isn't stupid as well. Let's get some real honest-
to-goodness scary movies that aren't just fake blood 
splashed on has-been playboy models."

"You have no taste in cinema!" Amy announced, and pouted 
for just a moment. "Ok, like what?"

"Well, Phantoms, Fallen, R.S.V.P., Night Of The Living 
Dead, Dawn of the Dead. Oooh, Sixth Sense! You know, 
GOOD ones." I said.

"Aren't those all like, old?" She said with disdain.

"Well, Night Of The Living Dead is black and white, and 
kinda slow in places, but I promise it'll freak you out. 
You might want to take it easy, though. I'm not sure if 
Liu Si is ready for this stuff."

"Scary movies were her idea." Amy said simply. "Ok, you 
help me pick some that won't make us barf, ok?"

"Deal," I said, and we did. The video place is one of 
those "We (heart) Family!" places that has a back room 
full of grubby porno anyway. Other than one 20-something 
woman who actually checks ID, a 17-year-old guy and his 
9-year-old sister can rent any R title that doesn't have 
naked people on the cover. Besides the one woman, no one 
else who works there even cares. God Bless America! We 
got Phantoms, Scream, and the original Dawn of the Dead. 
I also convinced her to get Shaun of the Dead as kind of 
a palate cleanser for right before sleep, because that 
one has a funny ending, despite being legitimately scary 
at times.

So then, home we went, to see if Karen had called the 
cops, or moved out, or gouged her eyes out or worse. We 
got home at about 5:53, so it wouldn't be long before 
Lola arrived. Karen was sitting in the living room, 
watching a Simpsons rerun. The kitchen was clean, and 
the table was set. Here goes nothing. I walked into the 
living room, and sat next to Karen on the couch.

"Listen, I-" I started to say, but Karen said "Shh!"

And then she cuddled up against my left side, put her 
head on my shoulder, and put her arm around mine. We sat 
in silence for a few more moments. 

"We-" I began again, but again she said "Shh!" and gave 
my knee a slap.

Amy came barging in, and flopped on the mattress, 
stacking the movies in front of the TV.

Karen finally gave my arm a squeeze, looked up, and said 
simply "Sorry." The look on her face was one of shame.

"Well, me too." I said gently. I tried to give her a 
smile, but I don't think it worked.

"Never happened, ok?" She said hopefully. She looked so 
nervous and unhappy, like I was going to hit her or 
something. I took my arm out of her grasp and put it 
around her shoulders. Amy laughed at something stupid 
Homer was doing, completely oblivious to us.

"I'll forgive you if you forgive me." I said quietly.

"Deal!" She said, and then kinda collapsed against me 
with relief. "I thought you were going to totally hate 
me after that."

"I was more worried about you being traumatized." I 
said.

"I wasn't exactly traumatized, but I... I can't talk 
about it." She blushed, and looked away.

"What are you guys muttering about?" Amy called.

"Your birthday present. I want to get you soap, she 
wants to get you canned peas." I lied.

"That is SO not funny!" Amy glared. I heard a knocking 
on the back door. "I'll get it!" Amy yelled, leapt to 
her feet, and vanished in a flurry of footsteps.

"I was so afraid that it was going to be weird for the 
rest of our lives. I totally panicked." Karen said, 
still a bit sadly.

"Well I didn't know what to do either. Still love me?" I 
asked.

"Are you *kidding?!*" Karen said quietly. "You should 
totally hate me right now, and you're concerned about MY 
feelings. I love you more than ever."

I kissed her on top of her head. "I can live with that."

In the kitchen, I could hear Lola's voice, distantly, 
saying "I have a pizza for Aim-eye Hoom-bear?" and Amy's 
mock outraged "WHAT?!"

"Company's here." I said, and gave Karen a pat. She got 
up, all long legs and tanned skin, and stretched. "I 
don't think I budged from the moment I got down here, 
which was right after you left. I was so scared." She 
said.

"Fugheddaboudit," I said, in my best Sopranos voice. She 
rolled her eyes at me.

I could hear all kinds of activity in the kitchen, so we 
went in to find four pizzas stacked on the counter, and 
Lola and Amy attacking some cheesy breadsticks.

"Oh, look who's arrived," Amy said around a mouthful of 
cheese.

"I got pepperoni, sausage, extra cheese/mushroom, and 
supreme because I wasn't sure what you'd be in the mood 
for." Lola said. She was wearing little khaki shorts, a 
light blue silk blouse, and a baseball cap, apparently 
for the pizza delivery gag.

"That's a lot of pizza, seriously. You didn't have to 
bring so much." Karen protested.

"Well, mother used to bring you food twice a week, 
right? Plus Amy's friend is coming over tonight, so it 
won't go to waste, I'm sure." Lola smiled.

Sensing this was an argument Karen wasn't going to win, 
I grabbed a plate. She smiled and did the same. The 
pizza was good. It was a major chain brand which has the 
best crust ever. Timpanelli's (where I work) doesn't 
really have the kind of crust I like, so it doesn't 
bother me to enjoy someone else's brand.

"I brought a movie too," Lola said. "You guys see 28 
Days Later yet?"

"Awesome," I said. I had seen parts of it at work 
(Timpanelli's has a TV in the dining area with HBO and 
everything.) but I knew it was cool.

So we watched it right after dinner. I won't ruin it for 
you, but I like Brendan Gleeson, (he's like that cool 
uncle you wish you had,) so parts of the movie were sad. 
But when the character Jim (the hero) comes back to the 
manor house, he's like the Fist of God. It was 
fantastic.

As the credits rolled, I stretched my legs. Karen was 
sitting between my feet getting her shoulders rubbed., 
and on the either side of me sat Lola and then Amy. Lola 
had been going to sit on the other couch, but Amy called 
her over to the main one. She sat down at what I would 
call a chaste distance, but seeing the way Karen and Amy 
practically piled up on me, she scooted over closer and 
got REALLY comfortable. It was nice. I could feel her 
hip pressed against mine, and I enjoyed it, I'll admit.

But, all good things must come to an end. It was about 
9:05, so I told Amy to get her shoes on. Karen 
volunteered to stay home, because she wanted to talk to 
Lola about something girl-related, (which to me meant 
periods or yeast infections or something.) I left in a 
bit of a hurry.

So we get to the Dragon Garden, at about 9:50, and Liu 
Si was waiting just in the doors. She immediately 
started jumping up and down. Amy ran inside, and the two 
of them vanished for a moment, and then came running 
back out, once again with Liu Si's plastic shopping bag 
luggage. Giggling uproariously, they piled into the car, 
Amy into the back seat, Liu Si in the front.

"Time for FUN!" Liu Si yelled. "You got that right, Hu 
Die," Amy laughed. Liu Si jumped, and laughed. "You are 
calling me Hu Die? I will make nickname for you!" Amy 
made a scary face. "I will call you White Devil!" Liu Si 
laughed.

"What does Hu Die mean?" I asked, left out of the loop.

"It means butterfly." Liu Si said happily. She then 
sobered up quickly. "I have bad news. My butterfly hair 
band was stolen from me."

"Oh no!" Amy said.

"There is a girl about 17 years old who works in the 
nail salon who is mean and cruel. My hair band 
disappeared from the shelf over my cot, and she returned 
it to me two days later with the butterfly part broken 
off. She told me I should be more careful with my 
belongings, and that I shouldn't have something so gaudy 
anyway." Liu Si said sadly. "There was nothing I could 
do. she must have taken it while I was working in the 
kitchen. I hate her very strongly."

"I'll get you another one." Amy said firmly.

"I could not really stop it from happening again. We 
have no door on any of our rooms." Liu Si said with a 
frown.

"I'll think of something." Amy said.

They soon began talking about other things, some parts 
English, some parts Chinese. We got back home to find 
Lola's car still in the driveway. Liu Si went "Ooooh, 
that is a neat car!"

"Let me show you the hot tub!" Amy said, excitedly. "You 
lost the game last time so you have to do what I say, 
and I say we're getting in!"

"Oh no!" Liu Si said, about 50% sincere. "I still have 
no suit!"

"I've got another bikini, and they're adjustable with 
string-ties, so we can make it fit."

Liu Si shook her head, smiling. "I cannot escape, can 
I?"

"Nope!" Amy said happily, with a gleam in her eye. 
"You're mine, Hu Die! And I say into the hot tub with 
you!" She pointed dramatically, and gave an evil cackle.

"EEEEEK!" Liu Si said, adorably. They went running over 
to view the tub.

When I walked into the kitchen, I could hear their 
conversation wrapping up. Karen was saying, "Well, 
thanks for listening. I miss being able to talk to your 
mother, and I needed some advice."

"I'm probably not the best person to give advice, 
considering my own situation, but there are some things 
that never change. I'm sure you'll make the right 
decision." Lola said.

"My brain isn't sure, but my heart has already made up 
its mind, I think." Karen said wistfully.

"Well, being ready means more than just having an 
opportunity. Opportunities abound. Being ready and 
knowing the right time is hard. Don't confuse temptation 
with the real thing." Lola said. Sounded like good 
advice to me, whatever she was talking about.

Not wanting to overhear anything private, I clattered my 
keys onto the table and cleared my throat. I banged a 
new bag of microwave popcorn into the oven, and beeped 
it for 3:50 (My secret recipe.) Seconds later, Amy and 
Liu Si burst through the patio doors and thundered into 
the living room. Liu Si skidded to a stop when she saw 
Lola, and was instantly shy.

"Hi Lola!" Amy said proudly. "This is my best friend, 
Liu Si Han! Isn't she pretty?!"

Liu Si blushed hard and covered her face with one hand, 
laughing nervously. Lola smiled at her kindly.

"You've got to stop introducing her like that, Amy." I 
said, "Can't you see how much it embarrasses her?" I 
brought a big bowl into the room.

"But it's true! She's gorgeous." Amy said, annoyed at 
us.

"Anyone you're introducing her to can already see that 
she is very pretty. You don't need to point it out." 
Lola said, reaching out to shake hands with Liu Si, who 
did so, still blushing. "Hi, I'm Lola Klemp."

"Dragging her into the room and announcing how beautiful 
she is kinda like bringing her in and then yanking her 
clothes off. She probably doesn't need to be spotlighted 
like that." Karen said.

"It is not so bad," Liu Si said, still embarrassed, but 
happy. "Amy thinks I am pretty, and it feels nice to 
hear her say it. I think she is pretty too. She is the 
first person to ever say that to me."

"Well, I know I agree with her. You are a very pretty 
girl." Lola said, seriously but still smiling.

"Thank you," Liu Si gave a little nervous bow. "And you 
are also a very beautiful woman."

"Thank you," Lola said. "In fact, I'd say everyone in 
this room is extremely good looking, not counting 
myself."

"You really should count yourself too," Karen said, 
before I could voice a similar opinion.

"All this sweet talk is going to my head," I fanned 
myself with my hand, and everyone laughed.

"Now that we've established how gorgeous we all are, 
let's watch some scary stuff!" Amy cried, and leapt onto 
the couch. Liu Si followed her, and the two of them sat 
hip-to-hip. I put the big empty bowl in the middle of 
the coffee table, and sat down between Karen and Lola 
again. Karen snuggled right up against my left side 
again, clutching my arm, and I hit play on the DVD. Amy 
had put in Scream, and right as the movie started, the 
microwave beeped.

"Be right back," I grunted, and got up, taking the empty 
bowl with me.

"Turn out the lights when you come back, ok?" Amy 
called.

I poured the hot popcorn into the bowl, and gave it a 
few quick spritzes with the little spray bottle of That 
Ain't Butter!, and then returned to the living room, 
smacking the light switch as I entered. I put the bowl 
of popcorn on the coffee table, and Amy quickly grabbed 
it and sat it in her and Liu Si's laps. "Hey," I said.

"No talking during the movie!" Amy whispered loudly. She 
and Liu Si scarfed handfuls of popcorn.

Karen pulled me back down into my seat, and intertwined 
her fingers in mine. "Maybe I should have brought back 
in a pizza," I muttered.

"I'm not really hungry," Karen sighed. "Me neither," 
Lola said softly. 

"Ok, I guess." I said. Lola leaned over and put her head 
against my shoulder. "I can't stay very late tonight. 
I've been up all day at the hospital, and I could 
probably go to sleep right here."

We watched the movie for a bit, and after about ten 
minutes, Lola shifted herself and rested her hand on my 
leg, just above my knee, and started doodling on my leg 
with her finger, just kinda tracing this way and that in 
little swirls and loops. It was pleasant, but I could 
tell she was getting sleepy, because she was going 
slower. Soon she stopped altogether, and kinda drooped 
off my shoulder and tipped into my lap.

"Do you need to go to bed?" I asked gently. She jolted 
awake, and blinked at me sheepishly. "I'm so sorry," she 
said, "I didn't realize just how knocked out I was." She 
shifted herself more upright, and took a deep breath. 
"You make a good pillow." She chuckled.

"Any time," I grinned, but I was more concerned with 
her. Karen looked over. "Are you going to be ok to get 
home?" She asked sincerely.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Once I get up and moving, I'll have 
enough energy to make it to bed." She struggled to get 
up, and I disentangled from Karen, and both of us kinda 
escorted her to the kitchen. She looked really out of 
it. "Man, I was really asleep," She said, rubbing her 
eyes. "I've been up since four am, Mom's first test was 
scheduled for 6:00, because the MRI has a busy schedule. 
I'm beat. Lemme go use the restroom, and I'll go." She 
walked down the hall, holding the wall for balance.

Karen smiled at me. "Remind you of anyone? 'I'm not that 
sleepy!' Bonk!" She mimed falling over.

"Yeah, Amy." I grinned. "I'm wrapping up some of this 
pizza for her to take home, no matter what she says."

"Good idea. Let me condense what's left into fewer 
boxes." Karen bustled about, and I wrapped up three 
slices in tin foil.

"You guys have a good talk?" I asked, to fill the 
silence. Squeals came from the living room as some other 
teen doofus met a grisly end.

"Pretty good," Karen said, noncommittally. "Just about 
girl stuff, you know. Growing up. Womanhood, that 
stuff."

"Ok," I said, getting a sense that she didn't want to 
discuss it with her older brother. In the living room, I 
could hear Liu Si happily saying "Eeeewwwww" and Amy 
chiming in with an "Oh My God!"

Karen stuffed the two empty pizza boxes behind the 
garbage can, and looked around the kitchen. Everything 
seemed to be in order. Except, no Lola.

"Umm, maybe you need to go check on her." I said. Karen 
nodded. "I just had the same thought myself."

She went down the hall and I heard her knock. I also 
very faintly heard the sound of the toilet tank lid 
being jarred, that kind of scrape-clonk noise when you 
lean back too fast.

"Are you ok?" I heard her ask, worried. A tiny wail came 
from the bathroom (I was in the hallway by now) and I 
called "Do you need help?"

"Oh God, no," Lola's groggy voice came. "I just need to 
get home to bed. I can't believe this! Please go back to 
the kitchen, both of you. I'm so embarrassed."

We did as instructed, and soon, we heard toilet 
flushing, water running, and Lola came plodding out into 
the kitchen, her face burning red. "I've never been so 
embarrassed in my life. I ACTUALLY fell asleep in the 
bathroom. I sat down, and I shut my eyes for just a 
SECOND, and I almost fell off the toilet. I feel like 
such an idiot." She put her hands on her cheeks, but she 
was still a bit wobbly, and had to grab the counter for 
balance.

"I'm taking you home." I said flatly.

"I can drive myself," Lola protested, reaching into her 
purse, and looking for her keys.

"Forget it," Karen said. She handed Lola the tin-foiled 
pizza, and me the keys.

"They were on the counter." She said, smiling smugly. 
"Scramble some eggs on that pizza in the morning, and 
you've got a good breakfast."

"I'm obviously outnumbered." Lola accused, not angrily. 
"Tell the truth, it would be nice to just ride along. 
Ok, you convinced me. Let's go, hotshot."

I opened to door for her, and we went outside, The stars 
shone like crazy, and I could see her car in the light 
of the half-moon. 

"It got cold out here!" Lola said, and rubbed her arms 
briskly, stumbling on the bottom step of the patio. 
"You'd think I was drunk! I can't even walk." She 
sounded mad at herself.

"I've been that tired before, don't feel bad." I said. I 
went around to the driver's side door, and got in, 
unlocking the door for her. The top had been down, and 
there was a chill on the seats. "I'm freezing!" She 
said. She reached into the space behind the passenger 
side and brought out a flannel blanket, folded neatly.

She wrapped this around herself and hunched over against 
me like a caterpillar. "Home, James," She said tiredly, 
and settled against me with a sigh.

Driving a convertible at night is very distracting. The 
headlights go up over you like a halo, and the stars and 
everything seem very close. Add to that a beautiful 
woman wrapped up in a blanket snuggled next to you, and 
you've got something to keep your mind off the road.

I made it back to Mrs. Klemp's house, and put my arm 
around her. The drive took about a minute, but she was 
asleep again. I squeezed her gently. "Hey," I said.

She snorted a bit, and woke up. "I keep sleeping for 
like a minute and then waking up. I'm getting a 
headache." She squinted. "You must think I'm 
ridiculous."

"Not at all, Sleeping Beauty." I said, grinning. She 
smiled back at me. "You are such a NICE young man," She 
purred. "Help me get my tired butt inside, if you would, 
and I'll give you a reward. I mean, I'll give you your 
shirt back." She blushed, and leaned against me for a 
second. "Arrgh. Need sleep."

"How did you get this tired in one day?" I asked. I had 
the keys, so I planned to walk her to the door and 
unlock it for her. She pressed the button to put the 
roof up. It smoothly levered out of the trunk, and 
flopped over us. We clamped it in place.

"Haven't been sleeping very well lately." She said. "I 
think it's all catching up to me at once."

"Ah, Sleep Debt," I said, having just learned about that 
in cyber health class.

"Yeah." She got out of the car, still wrapped in the 
blanket, and wobbled down the sidewalk. I grabbed the 
pizza and her little clutch purse, and followed her.

Halfway to the door, she stopped. "Oh crap," She said. 
"I was supposed to do some more laundry today, and I 
totally forgot. Unnnnnh!" She moaned.

"How bad is it?" I asked. She shook her head. "All I 
have left in my suitcase is socks and pantyhose. 
Everything else is covered in cat hair. In fact, this 
morning Buttons threw up on my PJs. If I had clean ones, 
I'd just collapse in bed and worry about it in the 
morning, but I need something for tonight, so I guess I 
have to stay up and do laundry. This really sucks. 
Stupid cats." She sounded miserable. I unlocked the door 
for her, and got a much-gentler-than-before whiff of Eau 
de Gato from inside. 

The night air outside, of course, was pure and crisp, if 
a little chilly. "Tell you what," I said.

She looked up at me, sleepily. I walked back down the 
little steps and steadied her with my arms. "You said 
you washed my shirt last time and forgot to give it to 
me?"

"Yeah, it's on a hanger, right inside the kitchen. I 
hung it up so the cats wouldn't get to it." She made a 
cute little face.

"Keep it. You said if you had a clean nightgown you'd go 
to bed and worry about laundry later, so wear my shirt 
tonight, and get some sleep." I said gently.

"I couldn't- " She blinked at me, wide-eyed, "Are you 
sure? Oh my god, that would be so nice! I mean, you 
don't mind an old woman wearing your shirt to bed?" I 
couldn't see if she was blushing, but it certainly 
sounded like she might be.

"You're not an old woman, and no I don't mind." I 
grinned at her, a bit evilly. "In fact, I kinda like the 
idea. Promise not to tell my sisters, and you could keep 
it for as long as you like."

She ducked her head at that, and I knew she was 
blushing; so was I. "It would be kinda naughty," She 
said.

"How many guys my age can say they have a beautiful 
woman wearing their shirts to bed?" I asked. "Not too 
many."

"You didn't even ask if I was going to wear anything 
under it or not," She purred sleepily.

"Surprise me," I shrugged. Then, realizing how first-
person that sounded, I quickly added "I mean, your 
choice."

She shook the blanket off of her shoulders, and threw it 
over mine. "You'll need this for the walk home." She 
mounted the steps, and then turned. She was very close 
to me, and she cocked her head. "You know, since I'm 
wearing your shirt to bed, I don't have a reward to give 
you for driving me home."

I almost said Don't worry about it, but I suddenly 
realized I should keep my mouth shut and something good 
was going to happen. I just looked at her.

"So here you go instead," She said, and stepped forward 
quickly and kissed me. I mean right on the lips, for 
about five seconds. I must have jumped at first, because 
she put her right arm around me, and her left hand 
stroked the side of my face.

Those of you who are reading this should already be old 
enough to have had your first kiss, so I don't need to 
explain the feeling too much, but I swear it was like I 
had no nerves anywhere in my body except for my lips and 
my face, where her nose brushed mine, her hand stroked 
my cheek. I was stunned. Her lips rubbed against mine, 
and I could feel her tongue caress my lower lip. 

She stepped back after a five-second eternity, and I had 
to remind myself that I was standing up, because I 
almost fell over backwards. I almost cried. I wanted 
more, and I wanted it bad, but by the time I got control 
of my mind again, she was walking inside.

"Don't tell your sisters. Thanks for everything, Will. 
I'll see you later," She smiled very warmly at me, and 
shut the door. I had to leave before I did something 
dumber than just stand there like a moron. Before I beat 
on the door and begged for another kiss. I staggered off 
through the yard, and headed for our dark driveway.

If it hadn't been for the fact that it was nighttime, 
and with the moonlight I had to watch where I was 
walking, I'd swear I just floated home. I took some deep 
breaths, and tried to calm down. It was a kiss. It 
didn't mean she wanted to marry me. It didn't mean I 
would get more from her. it was just a kiss. A nice 
kiss. But just one kiss.

***
Chapter 3 - First Date, Two Girls
***

I still felt happy about it, but at least I wasn't 
completely lovestruck. I managed to get myself under 
control, and climbed the steps to the front door. And 
paused. Inside, I could see Amy and Liu Si watching 
Scream still. The glow from the TV illuminated their 
faces, Amy scared and amused, Liu Si scared and 
enthralled. I looked down at myself. The flannel blanket 
was a deep navy blue. 

With a little creativity, I could scare the crap out of 
them. I saw Karen move in the doorway of the kitchen, 
getting a glass out of the cupboard. Aha, an accomplice. 
I stepped off the porch and ran around to the kitchen. 

Opening the door quietly, I motioned Karen for silence.

"Let's scare them really good," I whispered.

"What did you have in mind," she asked, interested.

"I'm going to get my cell phone and call the house, and 
pretend to be the killer." I grinned.

"I don't know if that will do it," Karen said, 
skeptically.

I looked at the kitchen garbage can, and saw an empty 
pickle jar near the top. I grabbed it, and handed it to 
Karen, who took it with a slight air of disgust. "That 
was in the garbage," She said.

"I'll call and mess with them, when they get up and turn 
the porch lights on, you throw that in the sink so it 
breaks, and come running into the living room and yell 
that there is someone in the house." I grabbed the 
bottle of ketchup from beside the fridge, then moved to 
the top of the cellar stairs, where the big clothes 
hamper is, and took out an older undershirt.

I trotted back over to Karen, and whispered "Then I'll 
come in, looking stabbed or hurt or something. They'll 
totally freak out!"

Karen frowned. "That's not very nice."

"MORE POPCORN!" Amy yelled from the living room.

"Let's do it," Karen said.

I grabbed my cell phone off the table where I had left 
it after coming home from the video store, took the 
blanket outside to the porch, and then came inside, 
tucked the ketchup along the side of my body away from 
the girls, and went through the living room, upstairs.

"You're missing the whole movie!" Amy called at me.

"I'll be right back," I said, without a trace of 
foreshadowing.

Liu Si said "Do not say that!"

Once in my room, I put on the old t-shirt, opened my 
window and climbed out onto the porch roof, walked 
carefully to the edge, and let myself down onto the 
deck. I grabbed the blanket, and ran around the house 
into the yard. Creeping up on the front porch, I called 
the house.

The phone rang several times before Amy answered it, 
annoyed. "Hello," she said.

"Hi, is this Amy?" I growled in a high-pitched, fakey-
sounding voice.

"Yeah, who's this?" She asked, still annoyed.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, ok?"

"I don't do telemarketing surveys." She said. "Hanging 
up now." Click.

I called right back. It rang three times this time, and 
she answered it again.

"Hello?" She said, even more annoyed.

"Don't you ever hang up on me again, you little witch!" 
I snarled. "I'll gut you like a fish!"

"Who the hell IS THIS?" She growled. "You are SO not 
funny." Through the window, I could see her sit bolt 
upright. Liu Si stopped watching the movie, and started 
looking at Amy, very concerned.

"Are you in the house alone?" I asked evilly, still in 
the fake voice.

"NO, there's lots of people here. We're having a party."

"I think you're lying. I only see a Chinese girl, and 
some babe in the kitchen."

"My big brother's here too! He'll beat your ass! Wait a 
minute... what do you mean you SEE a Chinese girl?! 
KAREN!"

I deliberately knocked over the empty coal bucket we 
keep by the front door for decoration, and it clanged 
against the front door. I could see Amy leap up, and 
come running my way, so I spun around, threw the blanket 
over my head like a cloak, and the moment she got the 
lights turned on, I leapt off the front steps and went 
sprinting away to the left around the house. On the 
phone I could hear her shrieking.

As I neared the side of the back porch, I could hear 
glass breaking in the kitchen, and Karen yelling 
"AAAHHH, Someone's in the house!"

I stood on the little brick half-wall and pulled myself 
back up onto the porch roof, and scrambled in through my 
open window. I ditched the cell phone and the blanket, 
and slopped a handful of ketchup onto my chest, rubbing 
it in, and covering both hands with it.

Within seconds, Amy and Liu Si were beating on my door 
screaming. I unlocked it, and stumbled out into the 
hallway, coughing and acting like I was dying. I 
actually got ketchup on Liu Si's face by grabbing for 
her the second the door opened. She shrieked, and Amy 
almost crapped herself. As I stumbled and fell on the 
floor, they both just clutched each other, screaming. 
Karen came running up the steps behind them, and went 
"OH MY GOD NOOOO!"

I lay there for a few seconds, and then went 
"Bleeaahhhhhhh!" in a very corny voice. Right then, Liu 
Si said "This is ketchup!" angrily, and Karen just 
started laughing. Realization dawning on them both, Amy 
and Liu Si let go of each other, and reacted very 
differently. Liu Si started giggling. Relieved, but 
amused. Amy got pissed. She aimed a kick at my head, 
which I barely blocked with my hand as I started to get 
up. She had actual tears in her eyes.

"You big jerk!" She shouted, and beat on my chest with 
both fists as I got to my feet.

"Aawwww, hey," Karen chuckled, trying to calm her down.

"I thought you were really hurt, you asshole!" Amy 
cried, punching at my stomach. Liu Si stopped laughing, 
and tried to comfort Amy, who wiped away a few angry 
tears and backed off.

"I just wanted to give you a scare," I said, holding my 
hands out defensively. "I thought you'd be entertained."

"IF you want to give me a scare, tell me you saw someone 
in the yard, don't come stumbling out looking like 
you're dying. It was kinda ok up until then." She wiped 
her nose, and gave a chuckle. "I mean it was really good 
up until then, but there's nothing cool about you or 
Karen getting stabbed or killed or whatever. Even as a 
joke, that is no good."

Liu Si was looking solemnly at Amy. "Or you," Amy said, 
and gave her a big hug. "Nobody gets hurt around here, 
got it? I love all three of you. Never play like that." 
Liu Si hugged her back.

Karen shot me a look that said *apologize, buster* but I 
didn't need it. "I'm sorry." I said. "That WAS too far."

"How did you get from upstairs to the porch to your room 
again?" Liu Si asked.

"I climbed across the porch roof," I said. "It wasn't 
hard."

"I threw a jar in the sink." Karen said.

"I'll pick out the pieces," I said.

"Yes, you will," Karen said, "and I'll make big bowls of 
ice cream. How's that sound?"

Amy and Liu Si both cheered, and I took off my ketchupy 
T-shirt and wiped off my hands. I gestured to Liu Si. 
"Come here," I said. She came over shyly, and I wiped 
the ketchup off her face gently.

"Thank you," She blushed, and went downstairs demurely. 
Amy shot me a calculating look.

"You tryna steal my woman?" She said in a Sopranos kind 
of voice. "Suddenly youse is too sexy for your shirt?"

I laughed, and said "No, I was just trying to get all 
the ketchup."

She grinned at me, and then frowned. "I forgot. I'm 
still mad at you."

"Oh boy. How long will it last?"

"Until you bring me ice cream." She huffed, and stomped 
exaggeratedly downstairs.

So, off I went. Cleaned up glass, got ice cream (frozen 
yogurt for Liu Si), and watched part of the next movie. 
Amy and Liu Si took their usual places on the mattress, 
this time snuggled under the same blanket right from the 
start. Karen went to bed first, and I stayed up long 
enough to see the elevator open in Dawn Of The Dead. (If 
you've seen the original, you know what I mean.) Then 
off to bed for myself. As I lay in bed, drifting off to 
sleep, I kept reliving that kiss. My first kiss, ever. 
With a woman exactly twice my age. I don't regret it a 
bit. It was quite a day.

At about two am, I was awakened by noises coming from 
outside. I had forgotten to close my window (luckily, it 
was summer.) I heard whispering, and giggling, and feet 
slapping on the patio below my window. Quietly, I got 
up, and crept to the window, to witness Amy and Liu Si 
getting into the hot tub. The cover coming off had been 
the sound that awakened me. That thing is heavy, like a 
big mattress that folds in the middle. Their voices 
carried up to my ears quite well, considering the total 
silence of the surrounding environment. Only the 
whirring of the motor in the tub was making any noise.

"Everybody's asleep, it's cool!" Amy was saying. They 
were wearing bikinis, Liu Si wearing one of Amy's 
spares, a tie-on string bikini, obviously re-tied to fit 
her slightly smaller figure.

"I do not know if this is a good idea," Liu Si said 
doubtfully.

"Well, we can just do tops, ok? How about that? I 
promise it's really fun!" Amy said, and added a few toys 
to the tub. A canoe, a whale, and of course, the 
devilish Seymour. She climbed up, and held out both arms 
to Liu Si. "Besides, you lost the game last time, and 
now you have to do what I say."

Liu Si stepped closer and took Amy's arms, and let 
herself be helped into the tub. She ooohed and giggled 
at the sensation. "Okay. What do I do now, O master?" 
She said coquettishly. 

"Turn around," Amy made a stirring motion with her 
finger. Liu Si turned around, and Amy reached for the 
strings of her bikini top. Suddenly, I realized what 
they had been talking about. My jaw dropped. Amy began 
untying Liu Si's top.

Behind me, I heard the bathroom door shut, and I glanced 
back at the door. The light/fan combo built into the 
ceiling had turned on. Karen was awake, but in the 
bathroom. If she overheard any of this, she'd kill Amy 
for sure. As it was, the idea of my 9-year-old sister 
trying to get her friend naked was a shocker for me too.

I looked back down, to see Liu Si sitting up to her 
shoulders in the water, her (partial) nudity concealed 
by the bubbling surface. Amy removed her own top with a 
flourish, and did a little twirl with her arms over her 
head. In the dim light, I could see her tiny little 
breasts, barely protruding from her chest. She put her 
arms down with a sigh. "I wish I had Karen's boobs." She 
said, a bit sadly. "Even if only to play with." She made 
a little two-handed squeezy motion and my jaw dropped 
again. With an evil chuckle, she slid into the water.

"You are so bad, "Liu Si said, and I could hear the 
blush in her voice. Amy cranked the bubbles and the 
jets, and I couldn't hear any more, although they did 
scooch over and sit next to each other.

I stumbled back to bed and pulled the covers over my 
head. My littlest sister might be a lesbian, I thought 
to myself, right before I fell back asleep.

So a few pages ago I think I mentioned that I got a job 
as a pizza delivery guy. It's kinda interesting, but 
just like a female of any age can walk in and get a job 
as a waitress, with no prior experience, a teenage guy 
with a car and a driver's license can get a job 
delivering pizzas.

I was one of about five drivers for Timpanelli's Pizza 
Subs and Wings(!). Pretty cool place to work. The name 
of the place was supposed to indicate three distinct 
types of food, but so many idiots called to order pizza 
subs that they actually made one up and put it on the 
menu.

The job itself wasn't too bad, but I did really get 
annoyed when you'd show up to deliver a pizza, and the 
people didn't have the money together, or they didn't 
figure out sales tax or a tip. Pizza drivers live on 
tips, people. You want pizza at sticker price, you come 
get it yourself, ok? You'd show up with two large 
pizzas, and they'd be all like "Whoops lemme go find 
some money or something," like they weren't actually 
expecting you to show up. It's ridiculous.

Other than that, and the occasional person trying to 
bargain for a lower price, and the occasional unhip 
teenager thinking he could buy drugs off of you, things 
went pretty smoothly. I never got robbed or bitten by 
some moron's pit bull. On second thought, maybe some of 
my co-workers WERE selling drugs on the side, I've no 
idea.

One of the things that I had thought was just a 
stereotype was the sexual aspect of pizza delivery. If 
you've ever partaken of porn, or those titty movies 
Cinemax plays instead of porn, you've seen the old "Pay 
The Pizza Guy With Sex Instead of Money" routine. This 
would occasionally be attempted. Fat college girls would 
bat their eyes at you and ask if you had time to give 
them "some extra Pepperoni (wink wink wink)." Some 60-
something woman in a bathrobe would ask you if you'd 
stay for "dessert." This happened to all of us drivers, 
even Fat Lenny, who LOOKS like a pizza.

About the craziest was the fat old bald guy who lived 
over the comic book shop. He invited me in for a beer (I 
was 16) and said he'd just gotten a special bootleg 
extended cut of Gladiator. I quickly caught the creepy 
vibe and said "No thanks, the pizza comes to $13.50" and 
got the hell out of there. (Fat Lenny says the beer 
tastes funny, and the "bootleg" part of the movie is a 
20-minute inserted scene of the fat old bald guy in a 
leather bra, playing with himself. I did not ask him how 
he came by this knowledge, and he did not volunteer to 
tell me. That's the way we like it.)

I've been propositioned twice by women I would call 
attractive, but since I won't have sex with random 
strangers (thanks mom) I always politely declined. One 
woman had toys in the yard, which meant she had kids. 
The other woman, much prettier, had a two-car driveway 
with an oil spot on the empty side, which told me that 
hubby wasn't home. No thanks.

I think I've worked there (as I'm writing this) for 
almost a year. About three months ago, I'm sent to 
deliver a large sausage pizza to one of the nicer new 
neighborhoods.

The house was large, but the grass and the driveway 
looked new, so I'm guessing the house was just built. I 
drove up (in the mustang, of course) and got out with 
the pizza, and walked up to the door. I was wearing a 
North Carolina basketball jersey (sleeveless) and 
matching shorts, that baby-blue satiny kind, and my 
Timpanelli's Pizza Subs and Wings! hat.

I rang the doorbell, and it was opened by a dark-haired 
teenage girl wearing a shaving cream bikini. I think it 
was supposed to be a whipped cream bikini, but the 
texture looked wrong, and I could definitely smell 
menthol. She looked at me and froze, her fake smile 
being replaced by a look of utter shock and surprise. 
"Guh," She said.

I like to think I rose to the occasion rather smoothly. 
"One large sausage?" I said.

She gave a little wail and slammed the door. I could 
hear lots of derisive laughter, and calls of "youuu 
looooooose!"

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" I could hear an earsplitting 
whisper. "THAT'S WILL HUMBERT FROM SCHOOL! WHERE THE 
FUCK ARE MY CLOTHES?!"

The laughter got quieter, and turned to giggles. "I HATE 
YOU GUYS SO BAD!" came the panicked whisper again.

More giggling, but also a stampede of feet getting 
closer. I stood calmly, and looked at my watch. The 
curtains beside the door and in the windows in the 
adjoining rooms (right and left) twitched and billowed 
as if a swarm of bees were behind them. The tiny speck 
of light from the security peephole blinked on and off 
like Morse code. More whispers and giggles. Someone said 
"oooooh" very quietly. Did they realize I could hear all 
this?

Moments later, I heard the Hoarse Whisperer returning. 
"BE COOL, BE COOL, GO SIT DOWN!"

The door opened once more, to find the same girl, now in 
a tiny halter top, and those super-short shorts that are 
in danger of slipping off, even when yanked up to 
Maximum Camel Toe. She posed in the doorway. "Hi," she 
panted, having just spent the last minute running, 
apparently.

"Hi." I said. "Is everything ok?"

"What? Oh, sure. No problem." She adjusted her hair. I 
held up the pizza as a reminder.

"OH, um, well, we all went together to pay for the 
pizza, so let me get the money from the girls. Could you 
bring it in and put it on the table?"

Normally a request like that would get you glared at, 
but this time it didn't bother me at all. It was both 
cute and aroused my...sympathy, actually. I followed the 
menthol-scented nymphet into a large rec-room, currently 
decorated like a den of sin.

Sleeping bags were spread out on the floor, candles, 
both lit and unlit, were arrayed over nearly every flat 
surface, and the whole place reeked of incense. Someone 
had thrown a red silk scarf over the room's one table 
lamp, putting the whole room in a kind of warm pink 
shadow. A bed sheet had been draped over what appeared 
to be a pool table, and sitting on it were napkins, 
cups, and a little box of wine coolers. A TV was on MTV, 
although muted, and a stereo was playing some RandB 
groove. A large hand-lettered banner said SWEAT SIXTEEN 
SANDI.

And, of course, there were girls. Lots of them. I'd 
guess about eleven or twelve girls, between the ages of 
13 and 15, were lounging around like models in some pre-
teen fashion magazine. Some stood, hips cocked, chests 
(such as each had) thrust out. Some sat (or draped) on 
the room's two sofas. One girl was seated on the 
ottoman, her (currently removed) shirt clutched to her 
chest, while another girl painted henna designs on her 
shoulder blades. Cumulatively, there wasn't enough 
clothing on display to keep any one of them warm on a 
fall afternoon, but as warm as the room was, they looked 
quite comfortable.

Walking into that room was like walking into the tiger 
cage at the zoo. I could practically FEEL every eye on 
me. The song stopped about the moment I cleared the 
doorway and you could have heard a condom drop in the 
sudden silence. I walked over to the pool table, and put 
the pizza down. (That was a major rule break right 
there. NEVER let go of the pizza until you've got the 
money in hand.) A Nelly Furtado song began playing on 
the stereo.

I turned around, and saw the shaving cream girl still in 
the doorway, trying to look sultry, and every girl in 
the room had taken out a dollar and was holding it up. I 
got the crazy idea that they were going to stick the 
dollars in the waistband of my shorts. There was nothing 
left to do except walk along each side of the room and 
collect the dollar bills. 

This of course, gave each one the opportunity to flirt, 
be it smiling at me and batting their lashes, stroking 
their hand against mine in the act of paying me, or, in 
three distinct cases, leaning forward and trying to give 
me a view down their top. When I got to the henna 
artist, she waggled the slim brush at me and said "Want 
some?" 

"No thanks," I said, smiling. "I like it the way it is." 
I flexed my arm muscles just a bit, and a tiny flurry of 
giggles swept the room. Crossing the room to the other 
side, I accidentally trod on some sleeping bags, and 
inside one, I stepped on something hard and cylindrical, 
like those little maglite flashlights. It didn't break, 
so I didn't look; I didn't need to, I already had a 
pretty good idea.

The last girl before I got to the doorway was sitting at 
the end of the couch. Laying next to her on the little 
end table was a plain white taper candle, unlit, 
although a little bent, as if it had been too warm at 
some point. She saw my glance, and quickly slapped it 
back down behind the table. She then clasped her hands 
in her lap and blushed a deep crimson. Hmmm.

I got to the doorway to find the dark-haired girl 
holding a five. "Will this do it?" She asked 
breathlessly.

I gently took the five-spot from her fingers. "This'll 
do it just fine," I said, in my sexiest voice. I walked 
towards the door. In the room behind me, I could hear 
sudden activity.

"I'd invite you to stay, but I'm not allowed to have any 
men at my party," The girl said, following me. Ah, I 
thought, this must be SANDI, of today's SWEAT SIXTEEN 
fame.

"That's too bad," I said, without a trace of sarcasm.

"You're Will Humbert, right? How come I never see you 
around school? Did you graduate early?" She tripped 
along behind me. I glanced back at her, to see she was 
wearing platform high heels. On the tile floor they 
sounded like hooves; clip-clop clip-clop.

"I'm doing the cyber-school thing now. It's very cool." 
I stopped at the door and turned back to her. She 
skidded up to me with a little squeak. I noticed her 
eyes were too light blue, most likely contact lenses. 
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see girls peeking 
down the hallway towards us. I looked her up and down, 
slowly. "Thanks for... everything." I winked at her and 
gave her a grin. Someone down the hall jealously 
whispered "oh my god!"

"Umm, hey-" she said, reaching out and grabbing my arm 
nervously. "What time to you get off work tonight?"

"Why do you ask?" I said politely. She began tracing 
designs on my bicep with her finger. "What if we want 
more?" she said. I looked down at her hand on my arm, 
and she let go self-consciously.

I touched my hat. "We deliver until 11:30. Just don't 
order anchovies because they stink up the car." I 
actually went off shift at eight, but she didn't really 
need to know that. I opened the door, and prepared to 
step out. The sun was beginning to set, and it was 
starting to get orange and shady everywhere.

"Are you doing anything tomorrow night?" She blurted. I 
could hear a collective gasp from the other room. I 
looked at her objectively. A little dippy, but cute in a 
virgin airhead way. Her figure still had traces of puppy 
fat, but not bad-looking overall. (Growing up with Karen 
makes it hard to judge fairly.) She had a patina of 
over-tanning, through which was now appearing patches of 
blotchy pink, in the shape of her previous shaving-cream 
bikini.

"Not yet," I said. She looked terrified, but she 
continued, "My friend Jessica and I were going to the 
mall to buy new swimsuits. Would you like to come with 
us?" She twisted her hands in front of her.

No stranger to entendre, I said, "Ok, coming with you 
two sounds like fun." I mean what the heck, it's her 
party, right? Let her be the cool girl. "Do I meet you 
there, or am I picking you up?" I opened the door and 
stepped outside, holding the door for her to follow.

"Well, actually we OH MY GOD is that your car?!" She 
galloped past me and ran straight to the mustang. She 
bent over, cupping her hands to peer in the window. Her 
camel toe looked nice from the back too. (On a quick 
side note, girls wearing microscopic shorts should not 
bend over. At that point, they are little more than a 
cock target.)

"This car is SO hot!" She squealed. "Is it leather?" Her 
butt wiggled left and right as she looked inside. Ok, so 
I'm not just being polite to the birthday girl, I told 
myself, I'm doing this for me, too. "Yeah," I said, 
finally out of cool. In the space of a few seconds, I 
went from "cool pizza delivery guy/sex object" to "guy 
staring at her ass." I pulled myself together.

Behind me, I could hear that stampede of footsteps 
again, and I walked towards the car to give them some 
privacy. As I neared the car, I could hear her murmuring 
to herself "That back seat has *plenty* of room."

"Aren't you moving a little fast?" I said, quietly 
enough so that it wouldn't carry back to the house.

She stood up and played with her hair, blushing. "I 
meant for our packages from shopping. Could you pick us 
up? I've always wanted a ride in a mustang!" She gave a 
little hop; nice things happened in her halter top. 
"Your car is so sexy!"

I grinned at her. "Glad you like it. Ok, what time?"

"5:30? No, wait, 5:00! Jessica and I will be ready to 
go. I can hardly wait!" She squeaked, hopping again. 
Boing, boing, boing.

"Ok. I hate to say goodbye, but I need to get back to 
work." I smiled at her, and folded up the pizza pouch 
under one arm.

She swept her hair back and flounced past me towards the 
house, strutting like a runway model. As I turned 
towards the house again, I could see two girls in the 
doorway, and both sets of curtains twitching and 
fidgeting. One of the girls in the doorway was a tallish 
redhead, wearing a microskirt and one of those little 
sweater things that barely covers the tits, and the 
other was eating a red popsicle in what could only be 
described as a sexual way. One of those is probably 
Jessica, I thought to myself. Is it the redhead with the 
vacant expression, or the Popsicle Fellator?

At the end of the sidewalk, Sandi turned, posing, and 
tossed her hair. "I'll call you later, Will! See you 
tomorrow!" She said loudly, for her audience.

I almost said 'wouldn't you need my number?' but instead 
I said "Let me know if you ladies need *anything*." I 
got in the car, and considered laying rubber in the 
driveway, just to give her a thrill. Instead, I pulled 
the exhaust cut-outs, so when the car started up it 
sounded like three Harleys. As I roared out of the 
driveway, I could see her running back to the house with 
her arms in the air like a victorious soccer player. 

I could only imagine the shrill squealing that was going 
on in that house.
This was my last delivery of the night, so I went back 
to the shop to ring the transactions and punch out. I 
tossed the pizza bag onto the shelf, rang the delivery, 
pocketed my tip, and walked over to Pop's office, where 
the time clock was located. 

On the whiteboard/work schedule, Fat Lenny and Spiro 
were slated as tonight's drivers. I hope the slumber 
party didn't order any more pizzas; Spiro is about 60, 
and Fat Lenny needs no further description, I'm sure.

Spiro is a veteran, a really cool old guy, but he pretty 
much hates teenagers. He did demonstrate a kickass choke 
hold on Carl one time. That was priceless.

I decided to tell Pops about the party. He usually got a 
kick out of ridiculous events surrounding pizza 
deliveries. His real name is Arnold, but we call him 
Pops just to piss him off. I mean, he's an overweight 
Italian guy in a wife beater, often sweaty, with a 
gravelly voice. You can't run a pizza shop looking like 
that and not get the name Pops. It's just impossible.

Luckily, he's a really nice guy, so he doesn't get mad 
about it.

I rounded the corner into his office, and said "Hey 
Pops, you'll never ..." and kinda stopped dead. I found 
myself looking at a gorgeous girl, bent over his desk, 
one foot tipped up for balance as she reached for his 
pencil cup. High heels, white fishnets, and a tiny 
leather skirt were all I could see. The skirt was so 
short, and she was bent over so far, I got a tiny 
glimpse of ass cheek, there in the shady paradise up her 
skirt. She turned, still bent over, and glanced at me 
over her shoulder, but I couldn't look away from her 
legs and butt. 

"Do you like what you see?" she said teasingly, perhaps 
a tiny bit annoyed. She grabbed a pencil at last, and 
stood up, sweeping her long blonde hair up into a bun 
and stabbing it in place with the pencil. "Ta-da!" She 
said, and swiveled to look at me. My gaze finally made 
it up to her face, on the way noting the bustier top she 
was wearing, dark green velvet with black ribbons for 
trim and lacing. (I think it's called a bustier, right? 
kinda like a corset, but with bra cups and no straps?)

She was gorgeous. Rich golden hair, blazing green eyes, 
and cherry red lips. A light dusting of freckles graced 
her nose and her bare shoulders. She put her hands on 
her hips and looked at me more closely. "huh?" I finally 
said, dumbfounded.

"I said-" She stalked over to me, and thumped my chest 
with her finger. "Do. You. Liiiike. What you see?" She 
smiled at me like a shark. She was very close now, and I 
could tell she smelled a little bit like cinnamon. She 
was about four inches taller than me, which, combined 
with her predatory smile, her beauty, and obvious 
fearlessness, was more than a little intimidating. She 
didn't seem annoyed now, she seemed... pleased. She 
arched an eyebrow at me, still smiling. She obviously 
expected an answer.

Danger, Will Humbert, Danger! I thought.

Luckily, right then Pops swept into the room, drying his 
hands on a towel. He bustled over to the desk, and sat 
down, sighing. "So where were we?" He then looked up and 
saw me, nearly backed into the corner.

"Oh hey, Will, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Jenni."

Without breaking eye contact with me, she said "We've 
met."

"She's the first Timpanelli to go to college. I'm so 
proud of her. Which classes am I paying for this 
semester, honey?" He shuffled some papers on his desk, 
not really looking at us.

She rolled her eyes a little. "Accounting, Psychology, 
Speech," She looked at me intently. "Human Sexuality."

"They teach you that?" He asked, a little concerned, 
still ruffling papers on his messy desk.

"Oh yes, Daddy." She said sweetly, not breaking eye 
contact with me. It sounded SO dirty when she said it. I 
suddenly realized that if the slumber party had been 
like walking into the tiger cage at the zoo, Jenni 
Timpanelli was like meeting a tiger in the jungle. THIS 
metaphorical tiger had never been tamed. I almost 
gulped.

"Jenni's going to get lots of education, and then come 
help me run the business, if I can convince her." Pops 
said, tired but happy. On his desk, he finally found 
what he was looking for (a TV remote.) He leaned over 
and aimed it out the door into the dining area. The TV 
switched from Cartoon Network to Fox News. Fat Lenny 
groaned in the distance somewhere.

"You're about done for the day, right, Will?" Pops was 
always aware of everyone's hours. Overtime was not in 
his vocabulary.

"Yeah, I just wanted to tell you what happened at my 
last delivery. It was pretty funny." I stammered. Jenni 
fluttered her lashes at me, and turned slowly, walking 
to Pops' desk, and sitting on the edge, her long legs 
stretched out, her ankles crossed.

"Yeah?" Pops said.

"I got asked on a date." I said.

"Not that gladiator guy again? I swear to God, this time 
I'm calling the cops!" Pops growled.

"No, no it was a girl at her sweet sixteen party. She 
asked me in front of all of her friends, so I said ok. 
She's kinda cute." Jenni looked at me unblinkingly, and 
bit her lip.

"No kiddin?" Pops laughed. "You rascal! Why if I had 
your looks, I'd -" Jenni's laser-gaze swiveled to stare 
at him instead. He faltered, realizing she was sitting 
right there. "I'd... have a wonderful time on your 
date!" He finished hopefully. Jenni turned her 
searchlights back to me. "Where ya takin' her?" she 
asked, with false innocence.

"We're going to the mall tomorrow evening." I said, 
thinking nothing of it. Pops silently waggled his 
eyebrows at me. "I'm punching out and heading home. Bye, 
you guys!" I waved, and skedaddled.

"See you later, Will." Jenni called after me. At the 
time, I thought nothing of it, it was just an 
expression.

When I got home, the news did not go over well.

"Sandra *Wickers*?" Karen asked, raising one eyebrow and 
curling her lip.

"I hate her!" Amy announced.

"Do you even know her?" I asked.

"I don't see how that makes any difference!" Amy said 
tartly, crossing her arms.

"Sandi was about two years ahead of me," Karen said, 
remembering. "Her dad is D.J. Wickers."

"What, like a radio DJ, or is he a rapper?" I asked, 
surprised.

"It's his initials. He's a contractor, he usually builds 
houses and other stuff." Karen said. "She was kind of a 
spoiled little princess, you know? Medium pretty, but 
with a rich daddy."

"She's stupid." Amy said, still mad.

I decided to skip the part about the shaving cream 
bikini. "I delivered a pizza to her sweet sixteen party, 
and she asked me if I would take her and a friend to the 
mall. No big deal."

"Did she say what they were shopping for?" Karen asked, 
her voice calm, without inflection.

"Umm," Suddenly I was in a minefield. "Swimsuits?"

Amy flipped. "WHAT?! NO WAY!!"

Karen tried to calm her down, but Amy was MAD. "Two 
bimbos are going to be prancing in front of you nearly 
naked! Don't tell me you didn't know what it meant!"

"Amy, relax a little. This is Will we're talking about." 
Karen said. "It's not his fault. I'm sure LOTS of girls 
would like to go out with him."

Amy huffed. "They're just going to fling themselves at 
him, and you know it."

"Probably, yes, but it's not like he's going to 
encourage them, right?" She shot me a pointed look.

I held up my hands. "Absolutely not!" I said, as 
innocently as possible. "I said yes more because I was 
kinda amused and felt sorry for her. She's not as pretty 
as either of you two. You have to admit, I don't get a 
chance to meet many girls anyway."

Amy wasn't on board yet. "So you're not attracted to 
her?"

This question wasn't so easy. "Well, she is a little bit 
attractive, but not really up to my standards, I guess. 
Personality means more than looks to me anyway, but no, 
there's no chemistry or anything there." yet, I thought 
to myself.

" 'She's a fat stupid cow' would have been a perfectly 
acceptable answer," Karen said dryly. "Anyway, we both 
know you wouldn't do anything... inappropriate with her. 
We would be very disappointed in you if you did."

"Arm's length at all times!" Amy snapped, pointing at 
me, although most of the fire was gone now.

"Yes, Mother Superior." I sighed theatrically.

"This is your first date, isn't it?" Karen asked 
thoughtfully.

"Yeah, pretty much," I said.

"I know we should be more supportive, but you're our big 
brother. Some little floozy is going to be just about 
naked in front of you, and we're... over-protective." 
Karen said awkwardly.

Amy still had her lower lip stuck out, but she was 
starting to look sadder than mad. I put my arm around 
her, and she leaned against me. "I'm not getting 
married, you guys, I'm just taking two girls to the 
mall. I'll still come home afterwards." I said. Amy 
sighed.

"I still hate her." She said softly. "OK," I said. 

Amy and Karen both stayed extra close to me all that 
night. Amy sat on my lap for TV, Karen curled right 
against my side. I got a neck and scalp massage, etc. 
They were both extra clingy. I felt like I was leaving 
for Iraq or something, not just the mall.

Next day, after cyber-school, I started getting ready. 
Karen and Amy started helping. Well, Karen helped, Amy 
tried for sabotage in subtle ways. Karen announced that 
she would pick my outfit, and while I shaved, Amy sat on 
the bathroom counter and watched me.

"You missed a spot!" She chimed, sitting there, kicking 
her feet.

"I'm looking in a mirror, Ames," I said. "I can see 
that."

A few moments passed. Amy looked at me thoughtfully. 
"What will you do if she tries to kiss you?"

I hadn't thought about this yet, so I just said "Well, 
she'll be there with her friend, so I'm not sure how 
much of a date she thinks this is going to be. I know if 
I was trying to get romantic, I'd want to be alone with 
somebody. Three's a crowd."

"Unless both of them are planning to kiss you." Amy 
said, both convinced and worried.

"I don't think we need to worry about that," I said 
soothingly, although my imagination had lit up like a 
Christmas tree. Mmmm! Teenage threesome! I mentally 
shook it off.

"I'm just thinking ahead." Amy said, still a little 
defensive.

"I think you can relax. She's not going to jump down my 
pants, and neither is her friend. Even if they tried, I 
wouldn't let them." I said, wiping off the last of the 
shaving cream.

"Promise?" Amy said, suddenly very serious.

I looked at her closely, suddenly realizing how she 
felt. Not just grumpy, but genuinely scared. "I 
promise." I kissed her cheek and gave her a big hug.

"I just worry that someday you're going to meet a girl, 
get married, and move out and leave us." Amy said, a 
little sniffly.

"It won't be like that." I said. We went into my 
bedroom, where Karen had gone through my wardrobe. Three 
outfits lay on the bed.

"Blue, red, or green and brown?" Karen asked. I looked 
at the outfits. I'm not sure what girls want when they 
look at a guy, but these outfits did look kinda cool. 
Karen, at least, was actually helping me. I picked the 
most conservative outfit, the green and brown. A brown 
shirt over a faded green Henley, with khaki cargo 
shorts.

"And you should wear this, too!" Amy brought over a 
bottle of some kind of Stetson Cologne left over from 
Dad.

"Why that?" I asked, dubious.

"It smells...grown-up."

"You said that smelled like buffalo farts." I pointed 
out.

"I didn't MEAN it," She said, unconvincingly.

Karen took it from her, and put it on the dresser. 
"Let's leave, so he can get dressed."

They did, and I did. Coming back downstairs, they were 
both sitting in the kitchen, waiting for me. Uh oh. This 
looks like Kid Court.

"Court is now is session." Karen whacked a wooden meat 
tenderizer on a coaster.

Great, I thought. Kid Court is something we used to do 
when we needed to make new rules and we wanted to make 
sure they were fair. One for, one against, and the most 
neutral person in the conflict got to be judge. When Amy 
wanted her tattoo, she was defense, I was prosecution, 
and Karen was judge. When Karen wanted Amy to stop 
taking her clothes for dress up and wearing them 
outside, Amy was defense, Karen was prosecution, and I 
was judge. This was the best way to make sure everyone 
could agree on the outcome. Everybody made their best 
argument, and the final decision stood.

I sat. "For the Defense, William Daniel Humbert."

"For the Prosecution, Amy Margaret Humbert."

"Honorable Judge Karen Louise Humbert presiding."

"The case is Sisters v. William in the matter of 
acceptable physical contact on dates."

"Objection! The Judge appears to be a claimant in the 
case. Conflict of Interest." I said, knowing what would 
come next.

"Overruled." Karen said, not unkindly.

"The case stands as such," Amy pronounced, "First date, 
handshake. Fourth date, kiss, if desired. Tenth date, 
Second base."

"Didn't you leave some things out?"

"NO." Amy said, her eyes flashing.

"Order." Karen banged her meat tenderizer.

"What comes after that?" I asked.

"NOTHING comes after that." Amy said firmly. 
"Prosecution rests."

"For precedent, the Defense would like to point out the 
Three Date Rule." I said, playing along.

Karen frowned. Amy looked clueless.

"The widely accepted Three Date Rule states that if both 
parties are interested in one another, after the third 
date they may comport themselves in any means they feel 
comfortable with. Usually this means kiss. After that, 
it is up to the parties involved as to what their 
behavior will be."

"Prosecution finds that unacceptable." Amy said.

"I'm not going to do anything bad." I said. "Just 
because one girl, or two girls are going to be modeling 
swimsuits in front of me doesn't mean I'm going to lose 
my mind with lust. It would be disrespectful to myself, 
first of all, secondly, I would feel like I was 
betraying you two. I trust you both, and as such, I 
wouldn't make myself unworthy of YOUR trust. I'll be 
fine."

Karen put the ersatz gavel down. "I find in favor of the 
defense."

"WHAT?!" Amy squawked.

"He's our brother, Amy. We have to trust him, and I do. 
He won't let us down."

Amy groaned, but came over and let me hug her. "I know, 
I just... I just don't like this dating thing."

"Someday you're going to date. Someday Karen is going to 
date. We all have to get ready for this. We're growing 
up." I said gently.

"Ever since I've been a baby, we three have been all we 
need." Amy did a twirl with her finger to indicate the 
three of us. "I mean, we've adopted Lola, and Liu Si is 
like my twin or something, but they both still feel like 
family. You're going to be giving some of your love to a 
total stranger, and that makes me sad."

"Not tonight, I won't," I reiterated.

"I mean SOMEDAY." Amy rolled her eyes theatrically. 
"You're going to love someone other than me and Karen."

"That doesn't mean I'll love you less," I said.

"THAT makes no sense," Amy huffed sadly. "If you love 
someone else, there's less to go around."

"Less time, perhaps, but not less love. It's not like 
pouring water out of a bottle, it's like an onion." 
Karen said.

"Shrek quotes?" I said, puzzled.

"No, silly," Karen said. "When you cut a stalk off of a 
green onion growing in the ground, it grows new stalks. 
If you take a little at a time, the same onion can be 
enjoyed all summer long. It just makes more onion. Love 
just makes more love, it doesn't really run out."

"Are you sure?" Amy put her head on my shoulder. 

"Liu Si is your best friend, right?" I asked.

"You betcher butt," Amy said tartly.

"Am I still your friend? What about Karen? Did we lose 
status with the addition of her?" I asked.

"Of course not... ok, I get it." Amy sighed. "I still 
don't like the idea of some slutty bimbo getting her 
hands all over you."

"She might not be a..." I thought of the shaving cream. 
Slutty and bimbolic. Damn. "She's not getting her hands 
on me. Relax."

"Please try to have fun tonight, anyway." Karen said, 
kindly. "I mean it. Dates should be free of outside 
stress." There'll be plenty of inside stress, her tone 
said.

I gave Amy a squeeze. "You can interrogate me when I get 
home, ok?"

"I will." She said, and smiled, and hugged me back. "I 
wasn't REALLY trying to ruin your evening. I just didn't 
want you to forget about us and elope with some ditz."

"Not to worry," I said. "I probably won't even be out 
that late. The mall closes at 9."

Amy took that as good news, and I kissed her and Karen 
both. Karen gave me an extra squeeze. "Watch yourself," 
She whispered in my ear. When I shot her a quizzical 
look, she just winked.

I got in the mustang, and off I went. I thought about 
Amy's concerns. It would make sense that she had 
abandonment fears, but I just needed to show her that I 
would never stop loving her.

I got to the Wickers residence, and as I was getting out 
of the car, the front door burst open, and Sandi and the 
vapid redhead came charging out, and nearly galloped 
towards the car.

"Ok, let's go!" Sandi said. She was wearing platform 
heels, REALLY low rise white Capri's, which meant that 
they were translucent on her tanned skin (cherry red G-
string undies) and a T-shirt that said Hawt! The redhead 
was wearing high heels with straps that went up her 
calf, a short vinyl skirt, a blue 3/4-sleeve V-neck 
shirt, and a pink cloth hair band about three inches 
wide. Both of them were carrying enormous purses, and 
wearing HUGE sunglasses.

Let me just pause for a moment and say God damn Paris 
Hilton. I blame that spoiled whore for the current state 
of girl's fashion. A girl works hard to look sexy, and 
then she puts on sunglasses that cover half of her 
entire face. A girl tries to dress sexy, with tight 
clothes, low-cut tops (not that Paris has anything in 
the boob department anyway,) and then she buys a purse 
so large she can hide behind it, and it obscures her 
body. 

How is a guy supposed to be attracted to her when she's 
pretty much wearing a disguise? Ladies, if you want to 
be attractive, you have to let people SEE you. Those 
giant ugly sunglasses are about as attractive as a Scuba 
mask. Besides, Paris Hilton is a whore who always looks 
greasy. Don't emulate her, please. If she weren't rich, 
she'd be on her fourth pregnancy, flipping burgers 
somewhere after she lost her job as a stripper because 
of all the stretch marks.

Sandi cranked the passenger seat forward, and the 
redhead got in the back, a little awkwardly, but fast. 
Sandi hopped into the passenger seat, and kinda hopped 
up and down again. "We're ready."

I shrugged. "Ok, buckle up." They did so, although the 
redhead, Jessica I presume, was leaning so far forward 
that I almost elbowed her in the face when I put my arm 
up so I could see out the back.

I pulled out of the driveway, but they were both 
watching the house. As we raced away, they both visibly 
relaxed. "We made it." Jessica said, and Sandi said 
"Yes!" and did the little fist pump thing.

"What's up?" I asked, not liking the weird vibe.

"We wanted to get out of the house without Linda seeing 
us," Jessica said.

"My Evil Stepmother." Sandi explained. "She was all like 
'You're not wearing that, blah blah blah.' "

"Ok, time to change!" Jessica announced. "Shut your 
eyes!"

"I'm driving." I reminded her drolly.

"Just don't look in your mirror, then! Promise?" She 
said, unbuttoning her shirt.

"Ok," I said, but beside me, Sandi was already taking 
off her T-shirt. There was lots of clunking and bustling 
from the back, and I snuck a peek in the mirror anyway, 
to see that Jessica had removed her shirt, and had 
pulled her cloth hair band down over her ribcage, so it 
functioned (barely) as a teeny tiny tube top. Wow, 
creative, I thought. Too bad she's so skinny she has 
nothing to cover. 

Sandi got her T-shirt over her head to reveal an orange 
halter top that had her (puppy fat) breasts squeezed up 
and strapped into place, with straps crisscrossing over, 
yet not in any way obscuring her cleavage. I have to 
admit, it looked pretty nice.

"Oh my," I said appreciatively. Sandi giggled, and I 
realized she was struggling to keep her stomach sucked 
in. Sitting down in low-rise pants with a halter top 
must be difficult if you've got a little too much belly.

Jessica was trying to fix her hair again in the rearview 
mirror, and kept at it the entire way to the mall.

"So you snuck past your stepmom? This costume change was 
for my benefit?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, it was." Sandi said. "Plus we're going to 
the mall, so we want to look good. I'm sure you don't 
need to be seen at the mall with two girls dressed like 
Amish people."

"I hadn't really thought about it before." I said 
honestly.

"It totally matters," Jessica said. "Going to the mall 
dressed like a home-schooler will totally get you ragged 
on at school. People hang out at the food court just to 
see who's there. Mary Klein wore a yellow dress with 
those rubber garden shoes, Crocks? For a month they 
called her Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary."

I hadn't been aware of the drama of choosing your mall 
wardrobe. Sandi was about to say something, when Jessica 
interrupted her. "Ohmigod, lean forward, the back of 
your hair is all mashed." She looked embarrassed, but 
leaned forward so Jessica could attack her hair with a 
hair pick.

We had arrived at the mall, and I asked which entrance 
we should park at. They both said "Food court." My 
suspicions were confirmed when, upon exiting the car, 
each of them clung to one of my arms. Standing, Jessica 
was nearly naked. Short vinyl skirt and hair band/tube 
top means lots of skin on display. She shivered the 
entire way in. Sandi looked very nice, halter top 
bouncing along, her white low-rise Capri's nearly 
displaying her goodies. Her G-string straps were visible 
from front and back. Apparently I was part of the show, 
because when we entered the food court, they both 
strutted like runway models. I did my best not to look 
like a dork, but the artificial aspect of this date so 
far was starting to bug me.

After we had cleared the food court, Jessica announced 
"That was great! I saw Connie and Jennifer and Teresa! 
They looked so jealous!"

"Did we win?" I asked, with a tiny touch of sarcasm. 
Sandi looked at me with an equally tiny touch of guilt. 
"Sorry." She said. "I didn't mean to make you into some 
kind of circus act. We just wanted to make some stupid 
bitches from school jealous." She squeezed my bicep, 
which didn't move. She gave a happy little shiver. "And 
you definitely make it easy."

We wandered around first, going into Hot Tropic, and 
Spenser's. They strolled to the back where they sell 
vibrators and Motion Lotion, but I stayed up front near 
the obscene birthday cards and KISS band merchandise 
(both of which I hate.) I just wasn't going back near 
Pineapple Butt Lotion on a first date. Jessica ended up 
buying an aspirin bottle full of blue diamond-shaped 
Sweet-tarts labeled LUV PILLZ.

We walked past The Dub, The Clap, and Stacy's. "We want 
to go to Vanessa's Chambre, and American Ogle." Sandi 
said. "They have the hottest swimsuits." They both clung 
to my arms and we strolled into American Ogle. I 
wandered around and looked at blue jeans and identical 
fleece pullovers piled everywhere, while they selected 
armloads of bathing suits to try on. Just as I was 
thinking ""Who'd buy a $110 pair of blue jeans?" Sandi 
came bouncing up to me, a sight I definitely enjoyed. 
"We're ready!"

If this were a movie, instead of a story, what comes 
next would have been a humorous musical montage of 
swimsuit modeling by two girls, perhaps set to the music 
of The Jay Geils Band. As it was, I honestly had a lot 
of fun, lasting about a minute at a time, interspersed 
with five minutes of waiting for the next one. It was 
like yay bored yay bored yay bored yay. 

It was definitely pretty hot, and I was definitely 
getting kinda horny, but the long periods of them 
getting ready before coming out helped me cool off. 
Sandi went for one-piece swimsuits, often metallic 
jewel-tones (which I think look nice.) She tried on a 
few bikini/tankini things, but without something to hold 
her stomach in, her chub kinda made itself evident. 
Jessica, on the other hand, who was practically a stick, 
went nuts with the g-string bikini etc. 

I thought it was a state law, or at least good manners, 
that you have to wear something under clothing that you 
are trying on. Like you can't try on underwear or 
swimsuits right against your skin, and then hang it back 
on the rack. Maybe I'm not remembering that correctly, 
but Sandi and Jessica were putting stuff right ON. 

Perhaps Sandi kept her G-string on, but there was no way 
Jessica was wearing anything under some of the stuff she 
was trying on. Maybe she was wearing two band-aids and a 
cork. I would have said two corks, but she was going for 
the whole butt-floss look. (Like I said, I was having a 
wonderful time.)

I was asked to rate the swimsuits from one to ten, one 
being not so great, five being pretty hot, and ten being 
"speechless with desire" as Sandi put it. Jessica told 
me to be as brutally honest as possible. There were 
several sixes and sevens, one four, and two eights. They 
seemed very happy with this result, and each bought 
several.

We went on to Vanessa's Chambre, and things got even 
sexier. That store sells lingerie, sleepwear, and 
"playwear." The swimsuits there were very, very hot, and 
all of them were above six. Jessica had two nines, and 
Sandi found one with ruffles on the butt that would have 
been a ten if I hadn't lied. I think she could see it in 
my face. 

That store had a little VIP room in the back with a seat 
outside the dressing area, so we were hidden from the 
rest of the store, but the salespeople check on you 
every two minutes. The women who staffed the store kept 
giving me glances that said "You must be a lucky guy." 
To tell the truth, I felt pretty damn lucky. I really 
did have a wonderful time. Two girls modeling swimsuits 
for me in a lingerie store decorated with pink silk and 
satin, it was like being in a harem.

Sandi came over and sat on my knee when she was wearing 
the ruffly-butt one, and said "What do you think?" I was 
about to tell her when the manager came charging in 
through the beaded curtain and blurted "is-there-
anything-else-we-can-help-you-with?" all in one breath. 
Sandi jumped up, embarrassed, and yelped, "No, thanks!" 

Jessica peeked her head out to see what was going on. 
Sandi walked carefully back to the dressing room and 
shut the door, and the manager ( a fifty-year-old woman 
with a stern expression) shot me a look. I sheepishly 
grinned and held up my hands like "it wasn't me" and she 
left with a snort.

All too soon, the fun was over. it was about 7:30, and 
the girls were getting hungry, me too. They purchased 
several more swimsuits, all nines and eights, including 
the ruffly-butt one that almost had me. I could see why 
Amy was so concerned. It's hard to stay objective when a 
girl is trying to get your attention. I took a few deep 
breaths and calmed down a bit. 

We went to the food court, and got pizza. (Sandi got a 
salad instead.) Sandi also went by the snooty coffee 
shop (Grounds for Approval) and got a $7 coffee beverage 
that took two minutes to order. By the time they handed 
it to her, it looked like about 50% cream and sugar.

As we sat down, Jessica commented "It's FREEZING in 
here!" I didn't say a word, but Sandi shot her a look 
that almost made me laugh out loud. She looked at me 
next, and I gave her a grin and a wink. she blushed, and 
concentrated on her salad, flipping the hard-boiled egg 
slices out onto the tray.

"So your sisters are Karen and Amy, right?" Jessica 
asked.

"Correct," I said, blowing on my double-pepperoni-and-
olive pizza slice.

"I think I might have been in a few classes with Karen," 
Jessica said thoughtfully. I blinked. Jessica was 14? 
She had been trying on outfits that would make a 30-
year-old stripper feel exposed.

As Jessica wolfed down her pizza, I turned to Sandi and 
asked "So, did you get your license yet?"

"No, my Evil Stepmother won't let me learn in her car, 
and Daddy's always got his truck at work. He's buying me 
a Volkswagen Beetle Convertible though, but it's 
supposed to be a secret. Not from me, from Linda." She 
said happily. "Traci got her first car, a Miata, when 
she turned sixteen, and Daddy traded it in for something 
new every year. I can't wait to see what I get next 
year!"

I fought to keep my eyes from rolling. Some people. 

"Mom and Dad promised to get me a Navigator when I turn 
16, if there's any money left." Jessica said, with her 
mouth full. Before I could figure out what that meant, I 
heard a voice behind me that I had not expected to hear.

"Hiiiiiiii, Willlll," Jenni Timpanelli purred. Wuh oh, I 
thought immediately. Sandi bristled instantly, and 
Jessica kinda got her pizza down the wrong pipe. I 
turned my head.

Jenni Timpanelli was stalking towards the table, and she 
looked absolutely fantastic. She was wearing a long gray 
wool skirt, slit almost up to her waist, showing plenty 
of leg, a very tight gray sweater (making her nipples 
poke out visibly), and little horn-rimmed glasses. Her 
long blonde hair was in a loose braid, and it dangled 
down over one shoulder. She looked amazing. 

I was momentarily mesmerized by her chest. The way her 
nipples were standing out, it looked like she wasn't 
wearing a bra, but her C-cup breasts were up high, like 
she was. I quickly closed my mouth, which had actually 
begun to water. She was holding a clipboard with some 
papers on it. The long skirt, the glasses, the 
clipboard, all made her look like some Sex-Ed teacher 
from an expensive porno. I was kinda stunned. "Uh, hi 
Jenni." I said.

Jenni stopped right next to me and put her hand on my 
shoulder lightly. She smelled like S'mores. "I didn't 
expect to run into you," she purred. Sandi cleared her 
throat angrily. Jenni looked across the table at her and 
Jessica. "Oh, I'm sorry. Are these your little sisters? 
I thought you had a date tonight?" She smiled at them.

Oh crap, I thought, this is war. "This is Sandi, and her 
friend Jessica. Sandi is the one who invited me out 
tonight. I'm here with her." I said, neutrally.

"How nice!" Jenni said. "I'm here doing a survey for my 
Psychology class. It's about intimacy in relationships." 
She gave my shoulder a little squeeze. "Maybe I could 
give you the survey. It'd be interesting to know what a 
17-year-old male knows about the subject. I'd appreciate 
your input." When she said it, input sounded dirty. It 
also sounded good.

"Uh," I said, but Sandi burst in angrily. "He's busy 
right now." Jenni made a sad little pout at her. "If you 
say so, sweetie." She looked pointedly at Sandi's 
midsection, and asked lightly "How's the salad?" Sandi 
flushed. Jenni leaned over a bit further, looking at 
Sandi's tray. "Chocolate milk?" 

Sandi snapped at her. "Haven't you ever had a (long 
drawn-out name of coffee using words like Koopacino 
half-caf etc) before?"

"They can't make it the way I like it." She said, 
silkily.

She leaned down and breathed right in my ear, which 
almost made me jump. "When you're done babysitting, give 
me a call, ok?" Across the table, she said "Bye, kids!" 
and breezed away.

Jessica sat there with her mouth hanging open. "Was she 
talking about us?" She said.

I apologized immediately to Sandi. "She's the boss's 
daughter, I had no idea she would come here, I just met 
her today, I swear."

Sandi put her fork down and tried to be cool about it. 
"How old was she, anyway?"

"Like 20, I think." I said.

"Geez, she can even buy beer." Sandi put her head in her 
hands momentarily.

"Forget it," I said, "I'm not here with her, I'm here 
with you."

She smiled weakly at me, and pushed her salad away. 
"What do you want to do now?"

I remembered a favorite pastime of Karen's. "Wanna go to 
the pet store and look at the puppies?"

They both went "Yayy!" and off we went.

About an hour later, after narrowly avoiding a puppy 
accident, and Jessica's unpleasant encounter with an 
African Gray parrot (it bit her finger, hard), the mall 
was starting to close, and it was time to go. As we 
walked across the parking lot, Sandi gave a yelp.

"What day is today? Crap, it's Thursday!" Sandi said. 
She grabbed my wrist to look at my watch, but I wasn't 
wearing one. She growled, and dug in her purse for her 
cell phone. Flipping it open, she gave a whimper of 
dismay. "We've gotta get going! Daddy will be picking me 
up in about half an hour!"

"Picking you up where?" I asked, a bit surprised.

"Her house," Sandi said, indicating Jessica, who was 
jogging rapidly in place in an attempt to warm up. "It's 
f-f-f-freezing out here!" Jessica chattered, rubbing her 
arms and shivering. Her tiny nipples stood out like 
pencil erasers under her hair band. "Jeezus!"

Striding to the car, I unlocked it, and she clambered 
into the backseat, inadvertently flashing me an up 
skirt. (pink satin thong.) She immediately put on the 
shirt she had doffed previously. "uuh-h-h-h-h-h." She 
chattered, huddling on the seat, and propping her purse 
and shopping bags against herself. "It's December out 
here!"

Sandi climbed into the passenger seat much more calmly, 
and laid her T-shirt across her lap. "We told Linda that 
we were going to Jessi's house, and that Dad could pick 
me up at 9:30. Linda is so nosy about where I am, who am 
I with, how am I dressed. It's so Gestapo."

It didn't sound unreasonable to me, but I kept my mouth 
shut. "So she doesn't know you went to the mall to buy 
swimsuits, and you went with the pizza guy?"

"No, she'd totally shit. But you're not just the pizza 
guy, you're Will Humbert, from school!" She leaned over 
and clasped my arm to her nice soft bosoms.

"Aren't you afraid she'd call Jessica's house and ask 
for you?" I asked, thinking logically.

"Nah, Jessi's parents are totally cool." Sandi said.

"My Mom is the coolest," Jessica said, proudly. "She 
doesn't stress about anything I do. I told her we're 
going out, and would be back later, and she was just 
like "Eat some dinner while you're out.!"

"Your parents are so awesome. I can wrap Daddy around my 
finger, but Linda is a real bitch. I can't date until 
I'm seventeen, I have to keep my grades up, blah blah 
blah. I told her "School isn't about grades, it's about 
social networking." and she looked at me like I was 
crazy." Sandi waved her hand, exasperated.

"Mom said I can have a boyfriend any time I want, but I 
have to practice safe sex ALL THE TIME. It was like the 
only thing she was concerned about." Jessica said.

"Seriously?" Sandi asked, jealous and shocked. "You're 
*allowed* to have sex? Linda would murder me!"

I kept my silence as Jessica replied "Well, only SAFE 
sex. Mom was all like "Getting pregnant RUINS your life. 
Promise me you'll be safe all the time." So I went 
online and looked up stuff, and it turns out there's 
lots of fun stuff you can do that won't get you 
pregnant."

I fought the urge to reach back and slap her. What an 
IDIOT, I thought.

"Your mom is SO cool." Sandi said, wistfully. 

Jessica gave me directions, and we made it to her house 
at 9:28. "We don't have much time!" She squealed, and 
Sandi hopped up and let her out of the backseat. Sandi 
replaced the passenger seat and sat back down again 
demurely. She IS kinda cute, I thought. When she 
remembers to try.

"I had a really good time tonight." She said, batting 
her lashes at me.

"It was fun," I said, still annoyed at Jessica (and her 
parents.)

"When are you going to come over and go swimming with 
me? I've got all kinds of things I can show you..." She 
trailed off, and looked at me hungrily.

"You just said you can't date until you're seventeen. 
Won't I get you in trouble?" I asked, smiling.

"Crap!" She said quickly. "I've got to think of 
something else, then." Her phone started playing "The 
Way I Are" and she jumped. "That's Daddy! I have to go! 
I'll call you later!" She scrambled out of the car and 
shooed me away. I obediently left, a little annoyed at 
her dismissal, a little relieved that she didn't go for 
a kiss or something. 

I was still slightly freaked out about Jessica's 
admittal of both her parent's unfitness, and of her 
obvious lack of intelligence about love and life. Sandi, 
on the other hand, was cute, but about as shallow as 
spit on a flat rock. If I was the kind of guy who just 
dated girls for sex, both of them would be on my "to do" 
list.

But since I'm not, they were a disappointment. I thought 
about it on the way home. My dream girl would be smart, 
sexual, kind, funny, patient, and a circus 
contortionist. Just kidding about that last one. I want 
a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket!

When I got home, Amy stood triumphantly in the kitchen, 
her feet wide apart, her hands on her hips. "You've been 
blogged!" She crowed.

"I never touched her," I said, taken aback.

"No, silly, you've been talked about in a web log. An 
Internet diary! Check this out!" She pranced into the 
room we used for school. Karen sat before one of the 
monitors with a very amused look on her face. "This is 
hysterical! Is she really this much of an airhead?"

"Umm, probably?" I said, looking past her. Immediately, 
I recognized a picture of Sandra Wickers, taken with a 
webcam, way too close and apparently by candlelight.

"How did you find this?" I asked. "We Googled her." Amy 
said proudly.

"I thought Googling wasn't allowed until the 30th date," 
I said. Karen laughed, but Amy glowered. "That's not 
funny."

"Oh crap," I said, noticing things on the page, like the 
nickname "bigguns46_34_42" More like 44_38_48, I 
thought, remembering the shopping spree.

"She likes you a lot," Amy said, teasingly. "On the day 
she met you, she put her mood as 'Soaked.' And why 
didn't you tell us about the shaving cream?!"

"Because it was dumb and embarrassing. Why, did she 
write about it?" I leaned closer, to read the text, but 
Karen stood with a flourish, and offered me her chair. 
"Here you go!" She said with undisguised schadenfreude. 
"My favorite part is her inventions! She "invented" the 
LoveLeg, a vibrating fake leg for dogs to hump. She said 
you tell your dog to get off, but that's what they were 
already trying to do!" She laughed. "Oh lord," I said, 
amused and disgusted.

I sat, and here is what mine eyes beheld. I copy/pasted 
this, so the spelling and punctuation are all Sandi's.

* * *

Date: XX/XX/2007
Mood: Soaked!

OMFG!! I have met the man of my dreams! The Girlz and I 
ordered a pizza for dinner at my Sweet Sixteen (YAY!!!) 
and the juiciest boy EVER brought it! OMG OMG OMG OMG!!

Stupid Tiffani almost ruined our first meeting, with her 
stupid Truth Or Dare. We started out with the usual 
things, but it started getting way more competitive. I 
dared her to finger herself with a candle from the 
tornado closet, thinking she'd never do it, but she did 
it for like five minutes, the whore! 

So then she's all like "I dare you to wear a whipped 
cream bikini and answer the door when the pizza guy gets 
here, and pay him like nothing's going on." So I'm all 
like "Shit!" She did the candle, so I can't puss out 
now, in my own house, at my own party, So I got Jessi to 
help me, but we couldn't find whipped cream, so we used 
shaving cream instead, only now my skin's all rashy and 
red.

Tiffani is such a bitch, I hate her so bad. N-E-way, I 
open the door, and it's not the fat one, It's Will H., a 
G*O*R*G*E*U*S guy that used to go to our school, except 
he got expelled for beating up too many guys, which is 
totally unfair. Jessi said his sister used to be in her 
class, and he would get in those fights because some A-
hole said stuff about her or their mom, who I think 
died.

So here I am, wearing the Schick Bikini, which is 
totally starting to burn, and he looks me over once, and 
says "one large sausage?" and I just go all JUICY! Like 
any second my "bikini bottom" is going to rinse off, and 
schloop onto the floor! (I'll bet his sausage is hella 
large. MMMMM!) I was totally speechless at first, but I 
momentarily excused myself and ran to the shower. 

I got myself rinsed, and dried off, and threw on some 
clothes, and ran back. All the Girlz were clustered in 
the TV room or the guest room, staring at him through 
the curtains, but I made them all go sit down and be 
cool. I mean, seriously, I'm the birthday girl, I get 
first dibs on delicious boys.

So I open the door again and there he is, SO HAWT! HE 
was wearing this sleeveless basketball outfit, and his 
arms were like BOOM! He was all tan, and sexified! I 
invited him in, and he strode right into the game room, 
where the Girlz had arrayed themselves like some kind of 
sexy buffet. He was totally cool, though. He put the 
pizza on the pool table and collected the money from 
everybody. (I think he busted Tiffani on the candle, 
because she left it on the end table, and he saw it, and 
she got all nervous and hid it.) 

It was pretty cool watching him. If that fat delivery 
guy had come into a room like that, he probably would 
have soiled himself or something, but Will was totally 
unworried, and he still flirted with me when he got to 
the door. I was like "I totally got to ask him out, or 
something! I can't let this meeting pass by, it's 
destiny or some shit like that!" So I was trying to be 
cool, but I totally acted like a major dork. He was cool 
anyway, and said yes. AND HIS CAR! OMFG!! He opened the 
door to go out, and I saw his car!! IT was a black 
Mustang, and so hot! I almost creamed again right there! 
I am totally a Pony Girl! I seriously want to lose my 
cherry in a Mustang! 

Will Mustang: I'm gonna have to wear a diaper on this 
date!! I can't wait! *Shudders happily* When he left, 
the car was all like VROOOOOOOOOOM super loud and sexy! 
I think I squealed for about five minutes. Oh, and went 
I turned around to go back in the house, Becky was 
standing in the doorway, blowing a popsicle. Tres 
Gauche. I'll be sure and let you all know what happens 
on my dream date! Jessi is coming too, and She's going 
to do our makeup and hair, because she used to be a 
model, you know. I told him we needed to buy new 
swimsuits (even though I have like six) so I'll get a 
chance to really strut my stuff and work it for him! 
TTYL BFF LOL OMG!

P.S. The Sweet sixteen party went pretty well, although 
Tiffani was a bitch pretty much all night. Carrie drew 
big boobs on her back in henna though, it was 
HILARIOUS!! Nobody told her!!! BYEEEEEE!!!

* * *

"O-M-G," I said weakly. "Doesn't she realize that other 
people can read this?"

"I'm guessing no," Karen said, both amused and full of 
pity. For whom, I couldn't tell.

"So Amy read this? Is she mad?" I looked around 
apprehensively, but Amy was in the kitchen. I could hear 
the fridge door close.

"Well, the shaving cream bikini thing caught us both off 
guard, but reading the whole story actually made us 
laugh, so you're off the hook. She's really this dumb, 
isn't she?" Karen asked, sympathetically.

"Yeah, sorta. Although Jessica is worse. She used to be 
a model? She's only 14, when did she USED to be 
anything?" I asked.

"Well, the only "Jessi" in my class had to be Jessica 
Tuchik. Dippy redhead, stick-thin, no clothes?" Karen 
said wryly.

"Bingo," I said, as Amy came back into the room.

"She used to have a 'Child Modeling' website, but 
Congress or the FBI shut it down. She was actually kinda 
famous, in small circles on the Internet. I actually saw 
a Dateline about it, although they blurred out her 
face." Karen said.

"Geez, why?" I asked. Amy said "Congress?"

"Well for a while there, there were a bunch of websites 
for "young models" or "Budding Beauties" and it was 
girls as young as eight being photographed in swimsuits, 
lingerie, little costumes, like nurses or cheerleaders 
or pajamas, or dancewear, which could be leotards and 
legwarmers, or it could be nothing but suspenders and 
sparkly panties." Karen said, matter-of-factly.

"Uh oh," I said, immediately seeing the problem. 
"There's no legitimate professional modeling jobs where 
they NEED a nine-year-old girl to model lingerie, are 
there?"

"Nope. It was basically non-nude softcore kiddy porn. 
Why would you need an eight year old girl bending over 
in a thong bikini? Legitimately, you don't. So the FBI 
cracked down on that kind of thing. Two big examples 
were websites like Peachez16 or Kirsten's Bedroom, where 
it was a "modeling site" until the day the girl turned 
18, when it suddenly became a completely stocked porn 
paysite, with hours of video and nude photo sets." Karen 
smiled thinly. "It was a little suspicious, to say the 
least."

"Wow," Amy said.

"Yeah, so Jessica's website, with pictures of her 
getting out of the shower wrapped in a small towel, or 
the galleries of closeups of her feet in various heels 
and stockings, got her website dumped. She was so sad. I 
think her mom did most of the photography, and 
apparently they made some money while the site was open. 
It wasn't cool though. Her parents were obviously 
whoring her out on the internet." Karen said sadly. "She 
used to jabber on and on about it at school. 

She apparently had a fan club, although she was never 
allowed to meet any of them, but people who paid extra 
on her site got to see dirtier pictures or something. 
Jessica said that members got a little more than regular 
visitors, but she never really elaborated. Her mom was a 
total bitch though. She came to a little thanksgiving 
play once during fifth grade, and invited three other 
girls to come over for a "pool party" and told them they 
could be on Jessica's website if they wanted. The other 
parents totally freaked out. It was SO creepy."

"They're still in that mode," I said. "I'll bet when she 
hits eighteen they'll be doing the paysite thing. You 
should hear how they let her live. She's pretty much 
allowed to do anything she wants that won't get her 
pregnant. She's going to get kidnapped or something, I 
just know it." I said. I turned to Amy. "Would you like 
to debrief me?"

"Do you even wear briefs anymore?" She asked, 
innocently, with a twinkle in her eye. Karen giggled.

"I mean, did you want to ask me about the date?" I said, 
pretending to glare at her.

"No need. bigguns28_45_50 will type it all up nice and 
neat, I'm sure. I'm bookmarking that website. This was 
hysterical." Amy said.

"Just keep in mind that what she thinks isn't 
necessarily what is really going on." I said.

"Oh, I know," Amy said. "I'm not nervous or anything 
anymore, just amused. Were you aware that you were 
Hawt?" She pronounced this "how-t."

"As long as you're making fun of me, I know you're not 
mad." I grinned at her, a little embarrassed still.

"Did you really say 'one large sausage?' " Karen 
chuckled.

"I was referring to the large sausage pizza I was 
holding, which is how I usually make sure I have the 
right order at the right house, but yes. It seemed like 
the thing to say. She totally freaked. She didn't excuse 
herself, she just squealed and slammed the door." I 
laughed with the memory. "I just felt bad for her. I 
mean, yes, she's kinda cute, but it's more like pity 
than actual attraction. I thought about it all the way 
home."

Amy was shifting from foot to foot, so I pulled her onto 
my lap and gave her a big hug. "I'm still all yours. I 
haven't found my dream girl yet." She sighed happily. 
"Well, good." She said. "Wanna watch My Name Is Earl? I 
taped it for you."

"Sure." I said, and the three of us trooped into the 
living room, where we snuggled up on the couch and 
laughed at other dumb people for a while.

The next day, after "school," I headed into work. When I 
got in, Pops handed me a greasy post-it note. "Hey 
there, Romeo." The note said "SANDY" and had a number on 
it, the area code identifying it as a cell phone. "Um," 
I said.

"She called here asking if you worked tonight, and then 
begged me to give you this. I told her we're not a 
message center, but she was insistent. Your date must 
have gone pretty well." He chuckled, giving me a wink.

"It had its moments," I said evasively.

"Jenni said she saw you there with TWO little girls." 
Pops looked at me, an eyebrow raised. Pops is the type 
of old guy that calls all young women little girls, 
regardless of whether or not they are actually little or 
teenagers.

"Well, Sandi brought her friend." I said, trying to play 
it off.

"Heh, heh, heh," Pops rumbled. "Some guys have all the 
luck."

I got to work, but on my third delivery, it was two 
large pepperoni and mushroom to the Wickers residence. I 
checked the order slip, but the callback number was 
different than the one on the post-it note. It was about 
7:00 at night by this time. "Uh, oh, looks like I'm 
meeting the parents," I thought. Spiro was out on 
another delivery, so it looks like I was stuck with this 
one. Oh, well, nothing to it but to do it. Off I went.

I pulled into the driveway again, and this time, I could 
see the doors up on the two-car garage. Inside was a big 
black Avalanche and a smaller Outback. Looks like mom 
and dad are home, I thought. I hefted the pizzas and 
walked to the door. 

When I rang the doorbell, I could hear Sandi call "I'll 
get it!" from upstairs, but the door was opened moments 
later by a short, thin, plain woman with big glasses and 
mousy-blah hair. 

"Two large pepperoni and mushroom?" I said. Sandi 
thundered into view, as the woman paid me from her 
pocket. "Here you go," the woman said

"Oh, hi Will!" Sandi said, fake-surprised. "Linda, this 
is Will from school! Will, this is Linda, my 
Stepmother."

The woman actually looked at me for the first time. I 
smiled awkwardly. "Hello," I said.

She gave me a polite smile, which was very brief. I 
handed her the pizzas, but Sandi pushed past her to talk 
to me. "Are you going to the Community Days tomorrow 
night? I know I can't wait."

Sensing that she was working from a script, I played 
along. "Yeah, I never miss it. I love the games and 
stuff."

"I love the funnel cake. Jessi and I will be there 
around 6:00. Maybe we'll see you?" She winked 
theatrically.

"That'd be cool. I'll keep an eye out." I smiled. 

"If you'll excuse us, Will, it's time for dinner." Linda 
said, not unkindly. "Sandra, help me with these, 
please?"

Sandi gave me an aggrieved look, and said "Bye, Will."

I said bye, and Sandi did the "Hang Loose" finger 
gesture by her cheek, mouthing 'call me!'

I waited until after work, and called the cell phone 
number on my way home. Sandi answered quickly. "Hello?" 

"Hi, this is Will." I shifted the phone to my other ear. 
Sandi went "Yay!"

"I was hoping you would call." Sandi said.

"You asked me to call, remember?"

"Well, right, ok." There was some muffled conversation, 
and Sandi said "It's Jessi."

"Am I pretending to be Jessi?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's cool." Sandi said. I rolled my eyes. The 
more I thought about it, the more annoying this got. 
"So, the Community Days?"

"I know, I can't wait. Will Humbert delivered some 
pizzas here tonight, and he said he was going too!" 
Sandi said, enthusiastically.

"And I'm to meet you by the funnel cake stand at six, 
right?" I asked.

"That's right. No, he didn't ask about you. Why would he 
do that?" Sandi said, pretending to be annoyed.

There was a muffled interruption in the background. "Not 
yet," Sandi said, genuinely annoyed. More mumbling, a 
woman's voice. "I will in a minute, Linda, please!"

"So I'll see you there, right? Dress sexy, I promise 
it'll be worth it." Sandi gushed. 

What the hell did that mean? "Are you still talking to 
me, or is that the kind of thing you say to Jessica?" I 
asked. Sandi giggled. "Mayyyybe." she said. Hmm, I 
thought.

The muffled voice off-mike finally broke through. 
"HOMEWORK FIRST!" I could hear clearly.

"Geez," Sandi said. 

"I don't want to get you into trouble, so I'll see you 
there, ok?" I said.

"Thank you. I'll see you." Sandi hung up the phone. I 
did likewise.

I was almost home, so I thought about it more as I drove 
on. Dress sexy, huh. Is this a situation I want to get 
into? I thought about Sandi bending over in front of the 
Mustang. I thought of her happy little bouncing, and her 
jiggly halter top. MMmmmmm. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to 
see what happens, right? 

When I got home, Amy was in the computer room, on the 
computer, reading Sandi's blog. "Your date has been 
posted!" she called. Great, I thought.

I trudged in, and sat on the chair next to hers. "You 
did good." Amy said. 

This caught me by surprise. "Pardon?" I said. Amy smiled 
at me. "She was obviously gunning for you, and you kept 
your cool, it seems. I'm proud of you."

"Can I read it?" I asked. Amy gave me a look. 
"Whhyyyyyy?" she asked, teasingly.

"She asked me out again, and maybe this will give me a 
clue as to what I'm up against."

"AGAIN?" Amy said. Karen walked in with a can of Diet 
Fruit Cola. "What's up?" She asked.

"Will's going on another date with Ditzy Tits." Amy 
pointed. I shrugged sheepishly.

"I thought you said you didn't really like her that 
much," Karen said.

"Well, I've decided to give her another chance?" I said, 
a little embarrassed.

"I'll bet." Amy said, starting to get angry again.

Karen shot me a knowing look, but then softened.. "I 
still trust him," She said. Ouch. Here I am, ready to 
grab a hold of Sandi's rack, and Karen says she trusts 
me. Sigh.

"One date, with an idiot friend towing along, and an 
active attack from another female isn't fair judgment 
material." Karen said to Amy.

"Attack? I didn't get that far yet!" She spun around and 
re-applied herself to the screen. "What happened?"

"Jenni Timpanelli came up and challenged her pretty 
much." I said. "It was totally cold-blooded."

"For real," Karen agreed, smiling. "I can't believe she 
just marked her territory like that."

"Marked her territory?" I said.

Karen ticked on her fingers. "She put her hands on you 
right in front of your date, she offered to quiz you 
about sex, she called Sandra fat, and she called them 
both kids. She totally made it clear that they were 
inadequate for you. Believe, me, Sandi felt it. Wait'll 
you read her blog. She definitely felt threatened, 
although she tries to play it off."

"That would explain why she tried so hard to get another 
date with me, calling the pizza place, getting her 
parents to order pizza, begging me to call her." I said. 
Karen nodded.

"She thinks she has to fight for you if she wants to 
keep you." Amy said, an evil smile in her voice. "She 
says so right here."

"I'm not hers in the first place, she can't KEEP me," I 
said, a bit miffed. "Besides, I'm not the kind of person 
that can be "stolen" from somebody else. I would date a 
person until I was done dating them, it's not like a 
hotter girl can sweep me away."

"I know," said Karen, "but she doesn't. MOST high school 
guys are like that, I'll bet. A hotter girl makes an 
offer and they're gone."

"Not our Will," said Amy. "But that's why you're 
unique."

"Personality is still most important." I said.

"Well, I have to say, especially after reading this, 
some of her personality traits are "unlovely." Karen 
said.

"Besides ditzy and shallow?" I said, twisting my mouth 
wryly. "I know, I know. I'm giving her another chance, 
but I don't have good feelings about changing my mind. 
She's just too much of a spoiled rich child."

"Then why go at all?" Amy said, hopefully.

"Because I already told her I would, plus I'd already 
decided to give her one more chance." I said. Amy got up 
from the computer. "Your turn to read about your date, 
Alpha Male."

I sat again, and here is what it said:

* * *
Date: XX/XX/2007
Mood: Crafty

OMG! What a rollercoaster tonight was! It went from 
totally cool to totally UNCOOL, and then back to cool 
again. Ugh! OK, so first Jessi and I totally made it out 
of the house without the Evil Stepmother seeing what we 
were wearing, although we were camouflaged just in case. 
We changed in the car! It was so cool. Will was totally 
like "Yeah, that's cool." Jessica did her hair band-
into-a-tube-top thing and he totally didn't even glance 
at her. I was so happy. He only had eyes for me. *bats 
lashes*

So we get to the mall, and Jessi and I do the big strut 
in, and he's like right there with us! IT was great! I 
saw Connie G., and Jessi said she saw Jennifer T. and 
Theresa F., and that they all looked super jealous! 
Jennifer is cousins with that bitch Tiffani, and she 
thinks's she so cool, because she thinks she looks like 
Taylor Swift, which is total crap.

("Who's Taylor Swift?" I asked. "Some bimbo-stick who 
pretends to play guitar on the Country Music Channel." 
Amy said.)

So we Glam through the Food Court, and totally steal the 
show, and then we get down to shopping. We went to 
Spenser's, and I was looking at the Love Lotions, trying 
to guess which would taste best, and Jessi says she's 
buying these little blue candies labeled LUV PILLZ 
because they look like V1agra, and I'm all like "Why do 
you need that?" and she's all "I can totally play a 
prank on my Dad with these." and I'm thinking "What? 
Ew!" Will was kinda standing up front near the humorous 
shot glasses, and I realized he's so sweet! he doesn't 
want to crowd us in the Intimate Accessories aisle. It's 
time to show him why we're here!!

(What follows is a garment-by-garment map of the 
evening, including prices, styles and colors, and my 
imagined sexual alertness, which I am skipping, because 
it is all rather tedious, and bored the hell out of me 
in my first attempt to read it.)

SO THEN I found this one that had a really low-cut back, 
and it had ruffles on the ass for a slimming effect, but 
it kinda looked like a cross between 1940's pin-up girl 
and a little two-year-old's diaper cover. I wore it and 
Will's jaw totally dropped. I thought it was cute, but 
apparently he really liked it. IT was like the biggest 
reaction I got from him all night. He said it was a 
nine, but he kinda stuttered, so I KNOW it was a ten! So 
then I walk over and sit on his knee and said "What do 
you think?" in my sexiest voice, and he's about to kiss 
me, and the dried-up old prune manager of the place 
comes galloping in and yells "CAN I HELP YOU?" like some 
kind of Turett's sufferer, and I got all embarrassed and 
ran back to my dressing room. I totally felt like a 
dork.

(additional boring descriptions of prices and styles, 
and a brief complaint about Linda trying to set a budget 
on Sandi's spending.)

All that shopping and posing makes a girl hungry, so we 
went to the food court to feast. I felt so good! I had 
several suits that got Will's attention, and one that 
TOTALLY had him hot. I got a chef's salad, because I 
don't want to scarf down greasy mall pizza right in 
front of him. He got pizza, and so did Jessi. Jessi 
really pisses me off sometimes. She can eat anything and 
she never seems to have trouble with weight. I mean she 
used to be kind of a chubby kid? but now she's so skinny 
I get jealous.

So we're sitting there talking and stuff, totally cool, 
and then IT HAPPENED. No, I don't mean my period, 
although this was pretty bad. This other girl walks up 
and like lays on Will's shoulder. She's older than us, 
older than him, because she mentioned stuff about 
college, and she pretty much called us little girls. But 
she totally glommed onto him and was all like "I'll lick 
your cock, little boy. Come with me!" She was dressed 
kinda preppy, but she wore her clothes like they could 
come off any minute. She reminded me of that teacher 
they arrested down south for having sex with boys in her 
class, you know, hot, blonde, and perverted?

(I think she means Debora LeFave, if I spelled that 
right. --Will)

So I was all like "Back off, bitch, go find some old man 
to marry for his billions." and then she was like "How's 
the diet, fatso?" and I just totally got mad and felt 
like crap at the same time. Will was like "I'm here with 
Sandi, I'm not on the menu." and I totally got hot for 
him all over again. So then this older bitch says 
something like "When you're done babysitting, give me a 
try." and calls us kid again, and then struts off like 
she knows she's hot shit.

Will explained that she was his bosses daughter, and 
that he had just met her that day, and that he was 
sorry, but it was like she slapped me in the face. I 
totally feel like I'm going to have to kick her ass next 
time I see her. I'm just a girl, but I'll scratch her 
eyes out! Some college girl can't just strut up and 
steal my man like he's some kind of novelty cigarette 
lighter at the gas station.

Besides, if she thinks I'm too chubby, I'll steamroll 
her old ass.

So then Will was all like Cheer up! and we went to the 
pet store, and they had the most adorable little 
puppiiiieeeeees! I totally dodged getting peed on by 
this little black one, it was hysterical. Jessi was 
screwing around with the big angry parrot and got 
herself chomped, which I totally warned her would 
happen. That thing is evil. I mean, the name card even 
says "Attila" how much more warning do you need? They 
wouldn't have named it after a famous vampire if it was 
NICE, right?

Then we had to run home because it was a school night 
and I had told Daddy that I was over at Jessi's. On the 
way home we were talking about why I had to sneak 
around, because Linda is TOTALLY in the Dark Ages about 
dating. I mean, most girls get their period around ten 
or eleven, right? That means their bodies are medically 
ready to fuck. 

Why should I have to wait until I'm seventeen to go on a 
date? Jessi has it so good. Her mom told her she can 
have boys, even though she's only 15, I think. Just as 
long as she doesn't get pregnant. I could have all the 
fun in the world under that rule, geez. I was so pissed. 
My life is totally fucking unfair. When we got to her 
house, I was totally hitting on Will, but Daddy called 
and was like two minutes away, so Will had to leave 
quick, but I felt the chemistry there, I know.

Jessi says If I'm gonna fight for my man, then the 
battle is fought with him, not with that bitch. Like, 
she means that I have to impress him and make him want 
me more, so that when other girls come sniffing around 
he'll ignore them, because he's so into me. I have to 
admit, that sounds better than getting in a bunch of 
fights. Plus, it sounds like more fun anyway.

So, Operation "All Mine" begins tomorrow! I've been 
telling Dad and the Evil Stepmother that the pizza I had 
at my Sweet Sixteen party was the best, and that they 
should really try it. When Will (codename: Alpha Male) 
delivers the pizza, then I (codename: Lady Marmalade) 
will strike up a conversation about the Community Days 
and invite him surreptitiously to meet me and Jessi 
(codename: Supa Model) there. Hopefully 

I can also introduce him to Linda (codename: Wicked 
Witch) and so then when we are dating, it'll be easier 
for her to accept, having already met him. Anyway, while 
at the Community Days, I will be most charming (and 
least dressed) and will make him mine, because like the 
song says "I Know What Boys Like." I'll make him forget 
all about the bosses slut daughter (codename: Cunt 
Cheese)

Supa Model is coming over, and we are doing super 
girlified makeovers, so I will look my best ever. I may 
require her to wear a fake mustache, or a big fake wart 
or something, just to make sure I get all the attention. 
At the mall, she was strutting it just as hard as I was, 
and I don't want her thinking she can compete for my 
man. Hmm. This needs more thought. WISH ME LUCK! I need 
to get lucky! 

* * *

"Wuh oh," I said. "Looks like I'm letting her start 
over, and she thinks she's going in for the kill."

"Yeah, I'm not happy about this either." said Amy. Karen 
sighed.

"The whole time you were gone she was pacing the floor, 
until I Googled Sandi and we found her blog. Then, we 
were busy being amused at her." Karen said.

"And now Jenni? You've got girls coming from 
everywhere." Amy said, then she blushed. "That sounded 
dirty."

Karen laughed, because it was funny, but she still 
looked uncomfortable. "We're just concerned, is all. I 
trust you to be good, and I know that deep down, Amy 
does too, but it's like you're going into a battle zone 
here. You ARE a guy. If a girl or girls throw themselves 
at you long enough, your resistance is probably going to 
wear down, right?"

I thought again about Sandi's bouncy halter top, and 
Jessica's pink satin thong, and prepared myself to 
concede the point. "You're right. My willpower is only 
so much, I guess. Too long around temptation, and I'll 
convince MYSELF to do it." It felt strange to talk this 
frankly in front of my sisters about sex, but we have 
always been able to talk about anything else, so I guess 
it was just the awkwardness of the topic in general.

"See, admitting it is really cool." Amy said. "If you 
had been like 'No way, not me!' I would have totally 
freaked out. I love you." She came over and hugged me 
tight. "I know you would try to do the right thing, but 
I know how girls can be. Given enough time, we could 
wear down almost any guy."

"We?" I said, smiling.

"Oh yeah," Amy said silkily, tilted her head so that she 
was looking up at me, and gently licked her lips. 
Watching her, I got a little tingle of shock (and 
arousal, dammit.) I must have shown surprise on my face, 
because Amy laughed delightedly. "That was easier than I 
thought!"

"Hey, no fair." Karen said. "You shouldn't do that to 
him."

Amy kissed me on the cheek. "Forgive me?" She pouted.

"Of course," I mumbled, still full of surprise.

"I've been practicing in the mirror." Amy admitted. 
"Does it work?"

"It would probably work," I stammered. "Why would you 
need to practice it, though? Who would you use it on?"

Amy shrugged. "People." She said, turning away a bit 
awkwardly.

Karen stepped up and put her soft drink in her left 
hand. She put her cool right hand against the back of my 
neck. It was like a cold shower, and it actually felt 
really good. I looked up at Karen. Did she know I had 
been a little bit aroused by Amy? If she did, she wasn't 
angry. She winked at me, and smiled gently. "You looked 
tense." She said kindly.

"A little, yeah. These past few days have been kinda 
stressful, one way or another."

"Let's go in the living room, and I'll give your neck 
and shoulders a good rub." She said. It was the best 
thing I'd heard all day. I pretty much just melted into 
her hands.

After the second time Amy fell asleep watching TV, we 
sent her to bed. She grumbled a bit, but then went on 
ahead.

"I think I'm going to break it to Sandi this time, you 
know, that it's not working out." I mused to Karen, who 
was sorta laying across me, on the sofa. She had started 
sitting next to me, but kept wiggling around to get 
comfortable, and now kinda had her head in my lap. She 
looked up at me.

"If you've already decided it isn't working out, then 
you should call her and tell her now. Don't go on 
another date with her to tell her there, that's not 
cool." She said.

"I know, but ..." I sighed. "I'm just already deciding 
against her. Maybe I should just chill out and wait and 
see how it goes."

"You seem really unhappy about it." Karen said.

"I already told her I'd go, though. So I will." I said. 
Thoughts of Jenni Timpanelli pole-danced in my head, 
though. If she asked me out, I'd definitely say yes.

Karen stretched luxuriously, and thoughts of Jenni paled 
to the young woman in my lap. Geez, I need to get a real 
girlfriend quick, I thought. Even the slightest 
provocation, and I'm lusting after my sister again. 
Whew!

"Time for bed, I think." I said, as I felt blood flow to 
my cock. Karen groaned and sat up out of my lap. Her 
hair smelled like strawberries again.

"I'm not as jumpy as Amy, but I'm still kinda sad about 
you dating." Karen said softly.

"Oh?" I said. "I thought you said you trusted me."

"I do, but," She tossed her hair out of her eyes, "I 
know how she feels. Sharing you with someone else isn't 
all that welcome an idea, no matter how much I defend 
you in front of her. You've been mine, I mean ours, ever 
since I could remember. You're OUR guy. We love you. I'm 
not happy about having you be some other girl's guy, but 
I know it has to be that way, I guess. Sorry."

"It's ok," I said, touching her shoulder and neck. "I'll 
still be your guy."

She smiled sadly, and kissed my hand. My throat went 
dry. "Time for bed," I croaked.

"I know," She murmured. "But if you get a real 
girlfriend, you'll be her guy a lot more than you'll be 
ours. You'll still be William the Brother, but she'll 
get William the Boyfriend, maybe even William the 
Husband. Does that make any sense? She'll get ALL of 
you. And that's what's making us sad."

"I don't know what to say to that." I said honestly.

"I'm not sure there IS anything TO say." Karen said. 
"We're all growing up. Six years ago, when I was just a 
little girl, all I needed out of life was a grilled 
cheese sandwich, and a Frisbee, and my big brother to 
play with. I didn't think about the future. I didn't 
think about my body, unless I was getting teased about 
these." Here she clutched her breasts gently. More 
energy flowed to my growing erection. "Now I need a lot 
more. In addition to the old needs, I have new ones, and 
I know you do too. It's just sad that "we" aren't enough 
for us anymore."

"I think I get it." I said.

"I don't miss Mom, sorry to say, and I don't think I've 
ever exchanged more than a few dozen words with Dad 
ever, but you've been here for me every day and night my 
whole life. When you are going out on dates, to find 
someone else to meet your needs, it kinda makes me feel 
like you're outgrowing us. And that is what makes me 
sad." Karen sighed.

"I'm sorry." I said. "I'll never OUTGROW you, it's 
just... you're right. We are growing up."

"You don't need to be sorry, it's not like you're doing 
anything wrong." Karen said, and smiled at me. "I had no 
business dumping all this emotional crap on you. Forgive 
your little sister for blubbering in your lap." She 
rubbed my knee. My penis twitched. I groaned 
involuntarily, but suddenly stretched, and played it off 
like a yawn. 

Karen stood gracefully and turned off the TV set and 
lights, and I followed her up the stairs, watching her 
shapely hips sway left-right left-right as she climbed 
the stairs in front of me. For a crazy half-second I 
imagined grabbing her lovely butt with both hands, but 
quickly fought down the idea. I needed to masturbate, 
and quick!

"Good night," She murmured, and went on to her room. I 
darted inside mine, and looked to make sure the doors to 
Amy's room and the bathroom were closed, and lay down on 
my bed. Shimmying out of my pants, I quickly sat up to 
remove my shirt. Only my bedside lamp illuminated the 
room as my erect penis sprang out of my boxer shorts. I 
grabbed the towel I wedge under the edge of the 
mattress, and spat in my hand two or three times, and 
started to masturbate. 

As I did, I thought helplessly of Karen rubbing up 
against me in the pool that first night Lola came over, 
Karen in the bathroom in her bra, staring at my cock, 
Karen, Karen, Karen. I imagined her underneath me on my 
bed, moaning and clutching at me, thrusting her hips up 
to meet mine as I fucked her pussy. I thought of her 
open mouth, her eyes wide as she came around my hard, 
thrusting ohhhh.

I came harder than I had in weeks, hot semen squirting 
up into the air, and landing on my stomach and chest. I 
had cum so quickly, I hadn't had time to get the towel 
clamped over the head of my cock, the way I usually 
avoid splattering. I quickly got the towel into 
position, and caught several more squirts, as my hips 
bucked involuntarily. I gasped for air, and tried to 
breathe slower, but this orgasm was big. It washed over 
me like a warm, solid wave. I would almost swear my ears 
popped. 

I lay there for a few moments in a delighted stupor, but 
I suddenly thought I heard a noise. Sitting up 
partially, I looked towards the doors of my room, but 
the light was off in the bathroom, and Amy would have 
been already asleep in her room. I wiped my chest and 
stomach with the towel, and pulled my undershorts back 
on, and collapsed back on the bed. As I turned out the 
light, I felt shame.

I need to get a girlfriend, I thought to myself. Lusting 
after my sister is unacceptable. She just got done 
telling me how much she loves me, and I go masturbate to 
fantasies of her. I am a major jerk. Hell, even Amy got 
me aroused tonight. I need someone to fuck, even if it 
is just to get my mind off of Karen (and now to a lesser 
extent, Amy.) Sandi was too childish and just generally 
not right for me. I could only hope Jenni was suitable. 

My thoughts suddenly included Lola. She HAD given me my 
first kiss, a thought which still made me happy and 
warm. 

I mentally shook it off. Nah, she'd never... or would 
she? Nah again. That's not the right way to be thinking. 
We adopted HER, after all. I don't want to have sex with 
someone I'm not in love with, or a stranger, but the 
sheer biological need of it is starting to drive me out 
of my mind! What do you do?

The people I really truly love are my sisters, whom I 
can't fuck. The people who I know want to fuck me, I 
SHOULDN'T fuck. There's almost no middle ground here. At 
least Lola or Jenni are not my sister. Maybe I should be 
including Lola on the unfuckable list. I don't know.

I eventually dropped off to sleep, still troubled.

The next morning we got up and got ready for "school," 
and Karen came over and kissed my cheek. "Hey, I'm sorry 
about last night." 

I started guiltily. Oh wait, the conversation. "Hey, 
it's cool."

"No, it isn't," She said, shaking her head. Her ponytail 
bobbed back and forth. "I shouldn't have dumped all that 
emotional baggage on you. It wasn't fair of me." She put 
her arms around me, and her head against my chest. The 
scent of strawberries wafted up to me, and my traitorous 
penis stirred, blood flowing into it. I held her at 
arm's length, like I was going to impart great wisdom. 
"I appreciate that you told me how you feel. You can do 
that any time."

"Promise?" She gave me an apologetic smile, half 
worried, half embarrassed.

"I promise," I said.

"I might hold you to it someday," she said nervously.

"Cool." I said, and Amy came trampling into the room. 
"Aaaawwwww, wookit da cute wittle peoples, awwwwww." She 
galloped over and clamped us in a big bear hug, which 
made my 30% erection jam into Karen's pelvis. She 
blinked, but I instantly looked away and disentangled 
Amy and began tickling her. She shrieked and tried to 
twist away, but I managed to pick her up and squeeze her 
as she laughed helplessly. By then, it was time for 
"class." 

Karen shot a few glances my way, but the incident passed 
with barely any more fanfare. (I've since learned that 
the best way to avoid uncomfortable situations is to 
just pretend they don't exist. Imagine a silent fart in 
a crowded elevator. Just act like nothing's going on, 
and get the hell past it.)

After "School," the phone rang. It was Lola, and she 
sounded terrible. "Hi, Will, It's me." 

"Hi, Lola, what's wrong?" I said, instantly concerned.

"Bad news about Mom," She said, and blew her nose. "I'm 
leaving the hospital now, she's gone to bed for the 
day."

"It's only 3:00." I said.

"I know," she sniffled. "She's tired though, so she's 
going to bed. She told me to go feed the cats, and just 
went to sleep."

"Well, you come right over after you put down the food." 
I said.

"Should I? I mean, you guys have better things to do 
than pick me up off the floor." She said brokenly.

"No, we don't. So feed the cats and get over here. Bring 
your swimsuit, and you can float in the hot tub again." 
I said.

"God, that would feel good. Ok, you win." She paused. 
"Hey, um... I'm sorry about the other night."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"I'm sorry I just kissed you like that. I was sleepy and 
horny and I seized an opportunity that I had no business 
seizing." She said sadly. "I've felt terrible ever 
since."

"Don't you dare," I said quickly.

"I took advantage of you." She said. "I was tired and 
lonely and I just acted on impulse. I feel like a dirty 
old woman."

"It was wonderful. Don't you dare apologize." I murmured 
quietly, in case Karen or Amy were in earshot. "And 
you're not old. It was totally hot."

"You liked it?" She said, surprised. 

"I liked it very much, actually." I said truthfully.

"I don't know what to say," she said, sounding 
flustered.

"I mean it was my first one, so I didn't know what to 
expect, but it was very, very nice." I said, a little 
embarrassed.

"Oh my god!" Her voice sounded muffled, as if she were 
covering her mouth with one hand. "Your first?! I 
thought... Oh no!"

"It was an honor. Don't you feel bad at all. I was SO 
happy." I reassured her.

"Your sisters would KILL me!" She whimpered.

"I'm not planning on telling them." I said. "Anyway, 
hang up and drive. When you get here, you can hot tub 
and relax, and cheer up."

"Will you be joining us?" She said hopefully.

Whoops. "Unfortunately, no. I have a date tonight." I 
said, ashamedly.

"A date?" She faltered, then recovered bravely. "Well, 
of course you do. Congratulations! Is she a nice girl?"

"Not really. I'm giving her one more chance, though." I 
said.

"You are a special young man, Will Humbert. You deserve 
a special girl. Don't just settle for what you can get." 
She said.

"I know, which is why she only gets one more chance." I 
said.

"Well, I'm taking you up on your offer of relaxation. I 
hope your evening goes well. I might see you before you 
leave." She said. "But I'm a wreck."

"It's ok, we're all family, right? Just come over." I 
said kindly.

"I think I love you." She said, and then hung up. My 
heart beat wildly for a few seconds, and then I calmed 
myself down. She had said it lightly, but in a tone that 
made it possible for her to be more than just joking.

I immediately went and told the girls what had just 
happened, and of course they got really concerned, but 
there was nothing else for them to do until Lola got 
there.

I began to get ready for my last date with Sandi (even 
though I was trying to convince myself to be fair, I had 
pretty much already decided in my mind that this was our 
last date.) I debated not shaving, but then I decided to 
anyway. Unless you are especially going for the sexy 
stubble look, you should shave for a date. Not shaving 
makes it look like you don't even give a crap, and 
that's not polite.

"Dress Sexy" was a phrase still bouncing around in my 
head when the time came to pick out my wardrobe for the 
evening. I decided to just wear the same NC basketball 
outfit I had been wearing the night of Sandi's SWEAT 
SIXTEEN party. It didn't seem specifically sexy to me, 
although she (and her friends) seemed to really like it. 
This way I could convince myself that I wasn't actually 
dressing sexy for a last date, but now (as I type this) 
I realize it was just rationalization.

"This'll have to do," I told my reflection. I went 
downstairs to find Karen making dinner, and Amy 
wrestling the cover off the hot tub.

"For supper, we girls will be having comfort food." 
Karen announced. "Baked macaroni and cheese, hot dogs 
with chili, and big ol' salads."

"Sounds good," I said, slightly envious. "I'll probably 
get leathery funnel cake and deep-fried ferret on a 
stick."

"Agg," Amy gagged, coming in off the back porch. "That 
sounds lovely. We'll be sure and save you some, you big 
date-having jerk."

"Oh, come on!" I said, but I could tell by her 
expression she was only kidding. She stuck her tongue 
out at me.

"When's Liu Si coming over next?" I asked.

"I'm not really sure," Amy said, suddenly quiet. "She 
called me today and said there was a rumor that her 
family was being sent either to Chicago, or he might 
"let" them get deported back to China. The owner of the 
restaurant might think it's time for them to get 
shuffled."

"Oh, no!" I said. Karen nodded. Apparently she already 
knew. "Will you get to see her again?"

"I really hope so. She's not gone or anything yet, it's 
just... scary. I can't believe how much this sucks. I 
wish we could like... kidnap her or something. 
Apparently her dad was all mad, because they had paid a 
lot of money to sneak over here, but the owner of those 
two businesses owns a lot of things, and if he wants, 
you might just disappear."

"That's really harsh." Karen said. "I wish we could do 
something."

"I know," Amy said sadly. "Liu Si is just so perfect, I 
mean honestly. I don't know how to say it, but she's 
like, more than a friend. Everything is just so much 
better with her around. I can almost totally speak 
Chinese by now, too." She turned to me and rolled off a 
lilting, yet twangy, sequence of syllables.

"What does that mean?" I asked. She blushed deeply. 
"Maybe I'll tell you someday."

I looked at the clock on the stove. Crap. Time to go to 
the Community Days. I groaned. "I have to leave. You 
ladies take good care of Lola, please. Tell her we miss 
her, and that she has to come over more often, OK?" I 
said.

"Deal!" Amy said, and held up her fist, to do the 
knuckle-punch thing Howie Mandel does on Deal or No 
Deal. I punched her fist accordingly. "Sandra is going 
to be gunning for you tonight, you know. She's gonna go 
for it, I'm sure." Amy said, with the attitude of a 
football coach psyching up their team. "Don't give it 
up."

Karen looked kinda shocked, and I said "Give what up?"

Amy gave me an appraising look, sighted along her 
finger, and sketched a circle around me. "You know... 
anything."

I had to grin. "Well, this is sure a departure from last 
time, when you were freaking out at the very idea of me 
dating."

Amy shook her head. "I talked with Karen about it, and 
we agreed that you're a man."

"I'm glad you could come to that conclusion," I said 
teasingly.

Amy rolled her eyes at me. "No, I KNOW you're a male, 
and how, but what I mean is that you're a grown-up. 
There are things you need out of life that we, your 
sisters, aren't providing. I know I was being selfish 
before." Her eyes fell.

"I told her someday she was going to want to chase boys, 
and that we all need to be able to get used to the idea 
of growing up." Karen said. "You and I had a similar 
conversation last night." I nodded. When we talked about 
needs, and each other. I couldn't forget.

"Just not Sandi, ok?" Amy said plaintively. "She's an 
idiot. Find a cool girl, a smart girl, and we'll promise 
to try to like her, but Sandi is a twit. She blabs every 
thought in her head on the internet, she has NO secrets, 
and her best friend is a child camwhore. This isn't good 
dating material."

"You're right." I said simply. "I've already decided 
about tonight, but I'm going anyway because I said I 
would. Don't worry. I'll protect the merchandise."

"You'd better!" Amy growled, pretending to be grim. "We 
get to help decide who the customer is going to be, 
after all. Think of your pants as a private club, and 
we're on the board of admissions. We've each got one 
vote, and to be fair, you get two."

Karen laughed, as did I, but it wasn't a bad idea, 
mostly. Very "Kid Court". Still though, my raging 
hormones made up the tie-breaker, but I wasn't 
mentioning that to either of them. "I'll think about 
that," I said.

I kissed them both goodbye, much to their surprise (as 
well as my own.) I mean we kissed each other on the 
cheek sometimes, but it wasn't really an every-day kind 
of thing. It just felt right. They both kinda smiled 
happily and blushed a little bit, and it made me feel 
good too. I grabbed my keys and my cell phone, and 
headed out to the car.

As I drove, I thought about a lot of things. I thought 
about Karen and Amy, about Lola, about needs. I thought 
about Liu Si and if there was anything we could do for 
her. Trying to contact the police, to get the owner 
investigated, would just guarantee them getting shipped 
back to China. Could we protect her family by non-law-
enforcement means? 

I'm sure in the movies there are all kinds of ways to do 
that, but in real life, there just aren't. Amy had 
mentioned kidnapping her, but that just wasn't 
realistic. Sometimes you just have to let people go. I'm 
sure this isn't helping Amy's abandonment issues.

As I drove, I watched for Lola's car, half telling 
myself that if I saw her, and she looked really freaked 
out, I'd turn the car around and drive back, but I 
didn't see her. All too soon, I was at the Community 
Days.
***
Chapter 4 - Sandi vs. Jenni (vs. Jessica)/Dad makes it 
official

This event takes place each year in late summer, like 
August, and is kinda halfway between a good flea market, 
and a traveling carnival. There are rickety rides, 
ethnic foods, handmade quilts and little wooden 
decorations and homespun crap, like wooden yo-yos and 
popguns. It's not like an actual fair, with animals and 
tractor pulls, but it does have some of the same 
ambience, pie baking contests, pie EATING contests 
(which I assume is for losers of the baking contest) and 
carnival-style games. 

You know, where you have to throw a ping-pong ball into 
a thimble, or break a milk bottle with a tennis ball, 
stuff like that. I actually do pretty well with that 
game where you whack the thing with the hammer, and the 
little weight shoots up and rings the bell.

They always set it up right in the center of town, in 
the big park, so that they can make as much money as 
possible on parking meters and tickets. I knew the 
secret, though. I parked in the parking lot of the 
Presbyterian church across the street from the county 
courthouse, and just walked between the church and the 
dry-cleaner's (Cleanliness Is Next To Godliness!!) and 
there I was. Things seemed to be quite Communal (is that 
the right modifier?) so I looked forward to some fun, at 
least.

Pops had said something about sending someone down with 
fliers and free coupons (therefore skipping the $300 
charge for setting up an honest-to-goodness booth) but 
he hadn't told me to do it, so I reminded myself to look 
around and see who got stuck with that crap job.

I strolled a bit, looking for the funnel cake cart, but 
it's in a different spot every year, so it took me a few 
minutes. Finally, going against the flow of people 
eating, and following the smell of fried dough, it 
appeared before me. Over by the corner I immediately 
spotted Sandi and Jessica. Sandi was wearing skin-tight 
stretch pants (Which she was only SLIGHTLY too chubby 
for) and a belt that looked like big gold coins linked 
up, topped by this T-back halter top that was glittery 
gold in color. 

She was currently facing away from me, so I noticed that 
she had no panty lines in those black stretch pants, and 
no whale tail. Jessica was wearing a little leather 
mini-skirt, and a babydoll T-shirt that said "So Tight!" 
with a little * symbol dotting the I. When I saw her, 
she was sucking cotton candy residue off of her fingers, 
the massive puff of spun sugar clutched in her other 
hand. 

Seeing me, she perked up, and grabbed Sandi's bare 
shoulder with her sticky fingers. Sandi flinched away 
and snarled at her, but then turned and saw me, and 
brightened considerably, which was easy, because she was 
apparently wearing makeup with glitter in it.

Jessica bit a big mouthful of cotton candy off, and 
chewed it into her mouth, not unlike a goat might do. 
Her lips were surrounded by a faint blue nimbus, 
although the candy she was eating was pink..

"Hi Will!" Sandi gushed, staring at my arms when she 
thought I wasn't looking. If she'd had a tail, no doubt 
she'd have been wagging it like crazy.

"Hello, Sandi, Jessica," I smiled. I checked my watch, 
and I was right on time. "I hope you haven't been 
waiting long."

"We got here a little early, to avoid suspicion." Sandi 
said, confidentially. "We went to the petting zoo and 
stuff."

"Stupid pony stole my snow cone." pouted Jessica, which 
almost made me laugh. 

"Seriously?" I had to ask. She nodded. "Sandi bought me 
a blueberry snow cone, and we went to look at the little 
baby animals, which were so cute, but this pony just ATE 
my snow cone right out of my hand, the little bastard. 
So she bought me cotton candy instead."

"That was nice of her." I said. Sandi interjected "I 
totally owe her for a fashion makeover she did for me, 
so I get to buy junk food for the next week, it's a 
quit-poke-whoa arrangement." 

"Interesting." I said, not laughing yet. "So what did 
you want to do?"

Sandi eyed me up and down. "Well, for now, I wanted to 
hang out and get to know each other better. Later, who 
knows?" she said, huskily. I smiled, although not in a 
conspiratorial sense.

"We kinda had to leave the petting zoo rather suddenly, 
after the cone theft. Wanna go check it out with me?" 
She asked, being cute, and leaning on my arm. She reeked 
of some no-doubt expensive perfume.

"Sure, sounds fun." I said, and let myself be steered 
towards the sound of goats.

They had a small tent/pavilion set up with baby rabbits, 
ducklings, and chicks on little tables, and a larger pen 
holding a pony, several goats, a calf, and two or three 
of those Vietnamese pigs that used to be popular. 
Jessica entered the pen with her purse clutched tightly, 
and her cotton candy raised high over her head, looking 
like a parody of the Statue Of Liberty. She approached 
the tables with the baby chicks. "Awwww, lookit the 
little Peeps!"

Sandi picked up a baby rabbit and clutched him to her 
(nearly exposed) cleavage. "Feel how soft he is!" She 
said innocently, rubbing up against me. If I hadn't been 
on the lookout for aggressive sexual behavior, I 
would've been seriously turned on. The little bunny 
blinked at me from between the tanned swell of her 
breasts, and I knew that I was being offered a chance to 
touch her breasts in public. 

After a moment's internal argument with myself, I gently 
and carefully scratched the bunny's head with one 
finger. Sandi looked a bit disappointed for a moment, 
but she replaced the bunny and then clung to my arm as 
we walked on, looking at the other little animals. The 
pony was eyeing Jessica, and the pigs were snuffling 
around her feet, which made her giggle.

"We should probably leave before one of us steps in 
poop," Sandi said doubtfully. I agreed. We threaded our 
way out to the exit, and strolled on. Jessica came 
puffing up to us moments later. "You guys totally left 
me there!" She cried.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sandi said with a distracted air, "I 
thought you were right behind us. Did you have dinner 
yet, Will?" She said, returning her attention to me. I 
said I hadn't, and we went strolling in search of food 
that wasn't fried onto a stick. We found a small dining 
area, with picnic tables, near several booths offering 
pierogies, kielbasa, regular hot dogs, and chili fries. 
Before we could order, Sandi said "Oh crap, I forgot 
about the snow cone and the cotton candy. I need to run 
to the MAC machine real quick! You guys wait here." and 
she scurried off.

I sat on one of the picnic tables, and Jessica planted 
herself right up against me. "So, how old are you, 
Will?" she asked, looking up at me

"Seventeen," I said. Seeing her pose for me, I had to 
bring things back down a bit and ask "How about you?" 
She made a little face. "You're not supposed to ask a 
lady her age," she said, touching (more like stroking) 
my arm. 

"Well, Karen said something about being in the same 
class as you?" I said, looking at her closely.

"Well, yes, but... I mean I was just barely young enough 
to be there. I was like nine when she was eight." She 
said dismissively. *so you're 15* I thought.

"She also said you used to be a model?" I said, knowing 
this was a dangerous topic, but one I was still curious 
about. 

She lit up like a neon burlesque sign. "It was great! I 
was probably one of the most famous internet models in 
my category!" She beamed, and batted her eyes, leaning 
closer to me. "I had a fan club and everything! They 
loved me!"

"What was that like?" I asked, innocently, remembering 
Karen's description.

"They used to send me all kinds of stuff! Especially 
clothes." She scooched over so her hip was right up 
against mine, and continued talking animatedly. "They 
would send me outfits, lots of shoes, pajamas, 
swimsuits, all kinds of stuff. People would send lots of 
intimates, too, but Mom threw most of that away, which 
was sad. Guys have it easy. Your underwear isn't $24 a 
pair." 

She paused for breath, and kinda tossed her hair. "So 
I'd get a new outfit in the mail, and I'd model it, Mom 
would take the pictures, and then she'd email them to 
the member of my fan club that sent the items. It was 
awesome! Some of the things were kinda strange, though." 

"Oh?" I chuckled. "Like what?"

"Well this one guy sent me a nice gown, almost like a 
prom dress or something, and a blindfold. Mom said he 
was really specific about what pictures he wanted, but 
she couldn't see anything wrong with them, so we did it. 
Me sitting in a straight-backed chair with my hands in 
my lap, me kneeling by the fireplace, me holding a man's 
hand, stuff like that. 

"It was kinda weird, but, the dress was really pretty. 
One guy sent long lace gloves, and wanted pictures in 
which you couldn't see my face. I got lots of clothing 
with names on it, like stitched right here?" She rubbed 
her left breast with a fingertip; a nipple stood out. 
"Names that weren't mine, of course."

It sounded like serious fetish stuff to me, but I kept 
my face neutral.

"It's only too bad we had to stop, because I outgrew 
most of it, and some of it was really really hot. ' She 
finally stopped, looking sad.

"Why did you have to stop?" I said, playing dumb, 
curious about what her answer was going to be.

"Mom said that men can't stand to see a woman succeed on 
her own in business, and that other women can't stand to 
see a woman succeed on her own if she's prettier than 
THEY are, so all these lawyer types started hassling us, 
threatening our webhost, threatening our bank where we 
processed the membership fees and cash donations, it was 
really ugly. 

"Mom says we can start again when I'm 17, we'll just 
make me a fake name so no one tries to attack us again 
based on my old website. I can't wait. Plus, I'll be 
able to get more creative, and be even sexier. More 
members means more money." She grinned at me. "Most 
girls my age don't even think about business, you know. 
Dad says I'm very mature."

"You certainly know more about it than me." I admitted.

"So do you like Sandi? I mean, are you, you know, 
INTERESTED in her?" She asked suddenly, drawing on my 
arm with a fingertip. I looked at her. She bit her lower 
lip.

"Did she put you up to this?" I asked, smiling wryly. 
"That's kinda grade school isn't it?"

"What? Oh, no, no." She laughed a little too quickly, as 
if embarrassed. "She doesn't even know I'm asking you 
this."

"If she did know, would she be upset?" I asked. "Because 
that's kind of a personal question." And you don't seem 
to be the unselfish type, I thought silently.

"Well, don't tell her or anything, I mean, but . . " She 
looked around, and returned her gaze to mine, batting 
her eyelashes. "All the boys at school are SO immature. 
I can't stand it. I'm ready to move up, you know? All I 
was asking was if you're into Sandi or not, because if 
not, I wondered if we could go out sometime. Like, and 
not take her along." She leaned against me.

"I'm pretty sure now isn't the time to be asking me that 
question," I said. Never mind that her cold-bloodedness, 
mixed with her unbelievable naiveté / sluttiness 
rendered her almost completely unattractive. If I were 
just a cock and eyes (ok, and hands) I'd be all over 
that. But dammit, my brain just pulls to much weight 
around here. "Here she comes."

Jessica sat up, but didn't scooch away. Sandi shot a 
look at us both, blank expression at me, sheer venom at 
Jessica. "Comfy?" she snapped at Jessica.

"Umm, just... saving your seat, heh." she giggled, 
embarrassed, and scooched away.

I got to my feet in a non-guilty fashion. "What shall we 
have for dinner?" I said lightly. "Well, since I invited 
you, I'm buying." said Sandi firmly. "I'm a modern woman 
and all that."

I got pierogies and two hot dogs. Jessica got chili 
fries, and kielbasa, which she proceeded to slurp. Sandi 
got just plain fries, which she ate while glaring at 
Jessica. We kinda just made small talk about carnivals 
and county fairs. Jessica kept sucking the sauerkraut 
juice off of the kielbasa before she would take a bite, 
and it kinda resembled a blowjob. Sandi kicked her under 
the table at one point, but I pretended not to notice. 
At last we were done. I carried our plates over to the 
bee-infested trash barrel and returned.

"Wanna walk around and look at all the stuff?" I waved 
my arm to indicate the sea of booths, tents and 
townsfolk. Sandi slid her arm around mine. "Love to," 
she said, and clung to me possessively as we walked on. 
Jessica trudged along behind us.

For the next hour or so, Sandi was glued to me. I know 
she was trying to turn me on with physical proximity, 
because she kept my arm clutched right against her 
breasts, but it was like I couldn't even turn around 
without stepping on her. Instead of being close to a 
cute girl, it was more like being in a three-legged 
race. Jessica was pretty much cranky from then on, 
alternating between sullen silence and vague whining.

There was some really cool stuff in some of those 
booths, though. I mean there were about a million brown 
wooden snowmen, or old waterwheels painted on big saw 
blades, but some of the stuff was actually cool, like 
the guy who was hand carving flowers out of wood, and 
painting them. 

I would have gotten ones for Karen and Amy (and Liu Si 
and Lola,) but Sandi was practically humping my arm, so 
I couldn't get a moment alone. (I didn't think I could 
buy four of them right in front of her and not have to 
get one for her too. It just seemed rude.) One booth was 
just a lady with a BeaDazzler, and nothing else. 

I guess you were suppose to provide your own goods to be 
decorated, but she was working on a jean jacket as we 
walked past, putting a big unicorn head on it or 
something. It reminded me of that one Dane Cook CD, so I 
had to laugh. I think I may have said something like 
"Did we already pass the Braidini booth?"

After a while, when the sun was setting, we started 
running out of booths, drifting over towards the Port-a-
Potties and the hastily-erected (heh) ATM machine. As we 
entered the last row of tents, I saw what I didn't 
realize until that moment I had been expecting to see: 
Jenni Timpanelli. She was wearing a skin-tight T-shirt 
with the pizza shop name on the front, printed right 
across her breasts, and when she turned around to hand 
out another flyer, I could see the back of the shirt 
said, "Want a piece?" This shirt, worn as it was over 
tiny running shorts that said "SPICY" on the butt, 
accentuated her long legs and slim form. 

She looked smokin' hot. She was wearing clean white 
sneakers, and her hair was up, not in pigtails, but in 
two fanlike hair combs, so her blonde hair fell in 
loose, lazy curls down the back of her neck, spilling 
onto her shoulders. Imagine a Hooters girl with a really 
nice Prom hairdo. She looked excellent.

Jessica saw her about the same time as I did. "Uh oh, 
battle stations." she muttered, and Sandi's head darted 
around back and forth for a moment before she saw her up 
ahead. I felt her stiffen momentarily. She took a deep 
breath, and walked on, as if nothing was amiss.

As we got closer, Jenni saw me and smiled like a tiger. 
"Hi, Will." She grinned at Sandi and Jessica, and in a 
less polite tone said "Hi girls."

"Whatcha selling tonight?" Sandi asked archly, with 
accent on the 'tonight.'

"Pizza, subs and wings. You might be interested in our 
Big Ass Meal Deal." She said coolly. (It really is 
called the Big-Ass Meal Deal, but she enunciated it very 
clearly, so it was suddenly a fat joke. Which it might 
have been all along anyway.) She held out a sheet of 
coupons, which Sandi did not take. "We also have salads 
available." She said, delivering the coup de grace.

"We're. Not. Interested." Sandi said frostily, as 
Jessica reached for the coupons, but dropped her hand.

"No problem." Jenni smiled cattily, and plucked a folded 
piece of paper from *somewhere* (those shorts were 
really small) and inserted it into my pocket, in plain 
view of Sandi. "What the fuck was that?!" Sandi almost 
shrieked.

"Will's shift changed for Friday. That was his new 
schedule." She said, in what was obviously (to me) a 
lie.

"Whatever." Sandi growled, seized my arm, and tried to 
yank me away. I hesitated just a moment, to remind her 
that I didn't belong to her, but then came along 
peacefully. As we headed back down the aisle, she 
positively seethed. She half-dragged me back to the 
picnic area, and sat down angrily. "Who the hell does 
she think she is?!" She growled, and drummed her fingers 
on the tabletop.

"Want me to go say something to her?" Jessica asked, 
hopping from foot to foot.

"She'll kick your ass, Jessi, you're a stick." Sandi 
said, as if she was very tired.

"I was just offering, I mean I have to go back there 
anyway, because I really have to pee." Jessica said, 
hopping some more. Sandi softened some, and said "I'm 
sorry. Thank you, but it's ok. Go pee."

I sat next to her as Jessica walked away like her knees 
didn't bend. "Jenni has nothing to do with whether or 
not I like you." I said.

"What would you do if some guy came up and started 
hitting on me?" She said, a little petulantly.

"Well, it all depends." I said, noncommittally. "This 
isn't the Stone Age or something. If I beat up some guy, 
that doesn't mean you have to come home with me."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"If some guy started hitting on you, you might decide 
you like him better. Even if I were to get in a fight 
with him, it wouldn't really prove anything. IT's not 
like two dogs fighting over a bone, winner take all. 
It's still your choice." I explained.

"So right now, it's your choice, then." She said, giving 
me a sultry, calculating look. "I know I don't really 
have any right to ask this, but can we see the paper she 
stuck in your pocket? IF you were my boyfriend, I'd 
demand to see it, but since we're just going out for 
fun, *wink wink*, I'll ask politely." she said, batting 
her lashes at me.

I reached into my pants pocket, dreading the outcome of 
this act, but not really able to think of a way to say 
no without arousing her suspicions. I unfolded the pink 
post-it note. It was written out like a schedule, but I 
immediately saw something amiss. the shifts written down 
made no sense:

S M T W R F S
5-5 _ 5-1 _ 2-3 4-? _ 

I mean, we're closed Sundays, after all, and a 1-hour 
shift on Thursday? And then it hit me. This a phone 
number, not a schedule. For the purposes of this re-
telling, the phone number used was 555-1234. Sandi 
peeked over my shoulder. "Oh," She said, sounding 
genuinely surprised. "It IS a work schedule. Huh." I 
said nothing, just smiled weakly and returned the paper 
to my pocket.

Jessica announced her return by hissing at us from about 
ten feet away, and motioning Sandi over to her 
frantically. They had a hurried, hushed huddle, and 
Sandi screeched angrily at one point, but they were 
making some serious plans, obviously, I could tell just 
by body language. After a bit of this, Sandi stood up 
straight, and walked over to me primly. Jessica scurried 
off back over towards the port-a-potties and Jenni.

"Umm, new plan. Could you take me home? Jessi's going to 
get a ride with her uncle who was at the Duck Pond game, 
so I need a ride home." She said this calmly and 
carefully, as if a moment ago she hadn't been whispering 
angrily.

"Her uncle?" I said doubtfully. I couldn't remember who 
had been at the Duck Pond game.

"Yeah, it's cool. Come on. I'll show you a *special* 
shortcut." After she said this, she lightly ran the tip 
of her tongue across her upper lip. Looking back, I 
should have been more alert, but I was busy thinking of 
Jenni Timpanelli, so I just smiled and said ok.

Sandi grabbed my hand and led me out of the Community 
Days, swinging her hips and tossing her hair. I started 
to notice her extra jiggle, when she suddenly stopped. 
"Crap." She muttered. She turned to me. "I have no idea 
where you parked."

"Over by the church," I said, and once again, she drew 
me along, taking care to stay in front of me just a bit, 
looking back over her shoulder at me and shooting me 
smoky looks. They were kinda hot, but it was like 
watching someone act like someone else.

She was pulling me along like someone in a hurry. "Are 
you in a hurry to get home?" I asked, smiling. "Not 
exaaaaaaactly." She purred, and squeezed my hand. My 
thoughts were a mixture of a horny "Hmmmmm" and a tiny, 
logical "Uh-oh."

I beeped the car, and we got in. She sighed happily as 
she settled into the seat, and ran a hand lightly over 
the door handles and dashboard. "I LOVE your car." She 
said dreamily.

She turned in her seat gently, and leaned over towards 
me. "The other day when you first came to my house, when 
you left, it sounded like a race car. How did you do 
that?" She asked, smiling hungrily.

"There's a special exhaust valve between the engine and 
the muffler," I said, pointing at the knob down near the 
gear shift.

"They can't all be like that, can they?" She said. "I've 
never heard a Mustang as loud as yours." 

"Actually, this one was put in special." I said, 
shrugging. "My dad had it done."

"Your dad must be pretty cool." She said, wistfully.

"Eh." I shrugged, trying to end the subject. Not 
something I wanted to be talking about.

"So, anyway, I wanted to ask you for a big favor." She 
leaned forward on the center console in such a way that 
her breasts pressed together, and then bulged out. She 
looked up at me in a way that was pleading as well as 
overtly sexual.

"Which is?" I smiled noncommittally.

"Take me for a ride." She almost whispered. "I want to 
go fast, and I want it to be with you."

"Ummm," I said, trying to decide if she meant sex or 
driving.

"Carter Road is a good place. It's long, mostly flat, no 
big turns, and both sides are just old fields. My friend 
Courtney lives out there and I used to ride to her house 
on the bus. There won't be any cops, and it's dark, so 
we won't get in any trouble. Pleeeeeeease? I promise 
it'll be fun. You won't regret it." She pouted 
deliciously at me. I gave in. "Sure," I said, and 
started the car.

Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "Will, 
when you came on this date you were going to dump her, 
now you're taking her racing at night in a car that she 
has already admitted (in her blog) makes her horny. 
You're just an opportunistic bastard." And to that I say 
"Shut up." 

I mean, 1. she obviously wanted to be there, 2. I was 
horny, and 3. it's impossible to impassively weigh all 
your options and make logical decisions when there's no 
blood in your brain. I'd had about half a stock (that 
means erection) since Jenni stuck her hand in my pocket. 
Sandi acting kittenish just made it harder to think 
about anything other than boobies and ass. I'm sure the 
blood pressure in my brain was getting lower every 
minute.

So we buckle up (safety first!) and head out to Carter 
Rd, which is just as she described. It was basically a 
two-lane farm road, good pavement, more or less flat (a 
few gentle hills), and not well-traveled at all. 

Not that many people lived on it, and there were better 
roads if you were trying to get from one place to 
another, so it was basically a glorified driveway, and 
the police had better places to hide. We started at the 
end furthest from civilization and worked our way back 
towards town.

I pulled the exhaust cutout as we started, and the car 
opened up with this big throaty roar. Sandi squealed 
with delight. I turned on the high beams, and off we 
went. I didn't exactly slam through the gears, but I may 
have shifted more than was strictly necessary, just to 
make it seem more exciting. Sandi was loving it. Her 
breath came faster, and she may have said something like 
"ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhh."

After a few moments, she lifted her hair off of her 
shoulders and gave a little wriggle. 

I had my eyes on the road, so I didn't notice what she 
was up to until she put her hand on my right thigh. "Hey 
Will," she purred, and I looked over to see her breasts 
completely uncovered, her brown nipples standing out 
like little rocks. Her tits were slightly pointy, not 
that I was complaining, but they were kinda large and 
soft-looking, even if a bit conical. 

Her halter top was the kind that had a deep V-neck, with 
material sweeping down off her right shoulder, covering 
her right breast, then merging with the bottom of the 
garment, and ditto for the left side. I guess you just 
had to pull the material down, because suddenly both her 
breasts were right there, staring at my eyes. I think I 
may have been staring back at them. I had to remind 
myself I was driving, and driving fast. (erection 50% 
and rising. I shifted to let it down my right boxer-
short leg.)

She was cupping them gently and massaging them. She 
licked her thumbs and gently rubbed them over her 
nipples. I was pretty fascinated. Remembering to drive 
was becoming harder. I think I took my foot off the gas, 
but she said "No, keep driving. If you pull over, we 
might get caught. If you keep driving, no one will 
know." (erection 65%, about six inches I think, and 
still rising.)

She continued to play with her tits, sending one hand 
sneaking down between her legs. "God, I wish I'd thought 
to wear a skirt or something," She moaned. Abruptly she 
popped her seat belt, and turned in the seat, 
practically climbing the center console. She held her 
left breast in her hand and stroked her hard nipple back 
and forth across my bare upper arm. Back and forth. 
Baaaaaaaaaack and fooooooooorth. I was getting hotter by 
the minute. I think I said something like "Ummm." She 
said "Shhhhhhhh." 

She put her right hand on my leg, and her finger tips 
brushed the side of my dick. "Oh my," She moaned 
breathlessly, "Is that... .Oh my god it is!" Her hand 
stroked along my inner thigh, and therefore also, my 
cock, felt easily through the thin satiny material of my 
shorts. "Oh my god, I KNEW it. How big ARE you?" she 
whispered delightedly, right into my ear, barely audible 
over the roar of the engine as I shot around a gentle 
curve and along a tree-lined straightaway. Her breath in 
my ear sent shivers down my spine. The tiny and weak 
voice of my conscience, in comparison, was millions of 
miles distant.

"This is my first time, ok? Please be patient with me, 
but I promise to do my best." She purred in my ear, 
stroking the shape of my cock, squeezing with her hands, 
as she licked my earlobe. I think I may have moaned. 
Driving and being groped was beginning to seem 
impossible to maintain, when she tugged at my waistband, 
and slid down, lowering her head into my crotch, between 
the steering wheel and my lap. I found the courage to 
speak up. 

"I don't think you should-" I began, but at that moment, 
we crested a slight rise, and there in my hi-beams, not 
even twenty yards away, were about four deer in the act 
of crossing the road. I yelled and tried to slam on the 
brakes, but we were moving very fast, and when I tried 
to stand on the brake, I got the clutch too. 

My seat belt slammed into me. Sandi, who wasn't belted 
in, slammed into the steering wheel with the side of her 
head, and the gear shift got her right in the chest. Her 
body hitting it popped it into neutral, and while the 
car spun around in a huge screeching fishtail, the 
engine flared and stalled. We both yelled and swore for 
a moment, but as the dust settled, all I could hear was 
the pinging of the engine, and her sobs. I quickly 
shifted to park, turned off the ignition, and turned on 
the interior lights. I rolled my neck quickly, and 
turned to her immediately. "Are you ok?"

She was cradling the right side of her face, which was 
blossoming with a huge red mark from her impact with the 
steering wheel, and she was huddled up, covering her 
breasts, the left of which had a big white patch, 
quickly flushing red. She cried almost silently, holding 
her face and breast gingerly, her mouth hung open, her 
breath coming in high-pitched whistling gasps as she 
fought for air.

"Wh-what happened?" she whimpered, clutching herself. A 
tear dripped down her face.

"There were deer in the road, like four of them. I 
barely saw them in time!" I said, reaching out to her. A 
thin trickle of blood appeared on her lower lip. I 
immediately dug a tissue out of the door pocket thingy. 
"You're bleeding!"

I touched it gently to her lip, and she winced. "This 
hurts so bad!" She worked her jaw as if trying to pop 
her ear, and then sobbed some more. I reached out for 
her, tentatively, but she shied away from me. "No, 
don't. I'm such a screw-up. I never should have tried 
this, and now I've wrecked your car."

"I don't think you wrecked my car, I think we just spun 
around and it stalled." I turned the key, and after a 
tiny hesitation, the car started up just fine. I turned 
it off again. "Now, forget about the car, I'm more 
worried about you. Come here."

She gingerly leaned over towards me, and I dabbed the 
tissue at her lower lip, which spotted blood onto the 
tissue. She looked down at me. "Oh shit, I ruined your 
shorts!" 

I looked down at my crotch, to see several loops of 
thread pulled way out, causing 'runners' in the fabric 
going left and right. Tiny spots of glitter winked at me 
from my (now rapidly shrinking) erection bulge. "I think 
I accidentally bit down when you hit the brakes." She 
whimpered. "That must be why my lip is bleeding."

"Let me see," I said, and gently lowered her lip with my 
thumb. There were two tiny patches of skin missing from 
the inside of her lip. "You just barely nipped your lip. 
It's going to heal up pretty quick, I think."

"God, I'm such an idiot!" She cried, and clutched at her 
breast, now angry and red. She gently poked at it with a 
finger, and winced. "Owww!"

"You hit the gearshift with that one. We're lucky it 
only popped to neutral, and not reverse or park." I 
tried to comfort her, but it was just a really awkward 
and uncomfortable moment. I gently brushed her hair off 
of her forehead. She cried freely, and tucked her 
breasts ever-so-gently back into her top. Her face was 
starting to look a little puffy on the side where she 
had impacted the steering wheel. "Can you hear out of 
that ear? Do we need to go to the emergency room?" I 
asked, concerned.

"I think I'll be ok. Someday. I blew it, didn't I? That 
bitch was right." She cried, and used the tissue to wipe 
her nose. "What bitch?" I asked, confused.

"Jessica said something to your boss's daughter when she 
got out of the bathroom, but that bitch just said "Tell 
your fat friend that she doesn't know what it takes to 
interest a real man. She'd better just stick to little 
boys until she gets some experience." So I decided to go 
for it. And look what happened." She gestured not to 
herself, but at me, and my crotch. "I fucked up."

"I'm just worried about you," I said. "Are you going to 
be ok?"

"I was a quarter inch away from taking a bite out of you 
and you're worried about me?" She asked, with kind of a 
sob-chuckle. I re-started the car, and pulled back out 
onto the road, driving safely this time, as she pulled 
herself together. She rubbed the side of her face, which 
was starting to fade back towards her normal color. 
"Christ. I've got to be the dumbest chick in the world."

"No, there's always Jessica." I blurted. Shocked, I 
covered my mouth. Sandi's eyes widened, and then she 
burst out laughing, the last few tears rolling down her 
face. I grinned helplessly.

A few miles passed in silence. "Do you bruise easily?" I 
asked. "Neither of us would want to explain why you look 
like you got punched in the face and chest."

"I'm working on an excuse. God, I'm so mortified." She 
covered her face with both hands. "Can you ever forgive 
me? I know I've probably screwed any chance of hooking 
up with you, but could you at least not hate me?"

"I don't hate you," I said, signaling a turn.

"If those deer had been further down, or if I had gotten 
my nerve up sooner, I might have bit your... you know, 
instead of just your shorts." She said sadly. "I might 
have really hurt you."

"Actually, I would have stopped you before you went any 
farther." I said, gently.

She looked at me. "For real?"

"Yeah."

"So this was never really going to happen, was it?" She 
said sadly.

"Probably not." I said, as kindly as possible. "And it 
had nothing to do with Jenni, or Jessica."

"Did she make a pass at you too?!" Sandi said, hurt.

"It doesn't matter. I would have told her no anyway."

"I think I hate her. That's what she was all humping 
your leg about, right?" Sandi fumed.

"She was just asking me if I was 'going out' with you, 
or if it was just for fun." I said, trying to make 
peace.

"I'm going to have a talk with HER," Sandi said, 
sniffling, and rubbing the side of her face.

"And I had already decided that Fun was as far as I was 
willing to take this." I said gently, but firmly. Sandi 
put her face in her hands.

"Would you mind terribly if we kept all this a secret? I 
mean what happened in your car tonight? I would DIE if 
my friends found out." Sandi half-whispered, muffled as 
she was by her hands.

"I wouldn't tell your friends OR your enemies." I said.

"Will, those are the same people." Sandi said, sounding 
very tired.

"I was actually just about to ask you not to put any of 
this in your blog. My sisters read it now, and none of 
this must ever see the light of day." I said, shooting 
her a glance, just in time to see her snap alert, her 
face drained of blood.

"YOU READ MY BLOG?" She gasped, horrified and 
embarrassed.

"Well, sorta. You DID just put it out there on the 
internet, you know." Not my proudest moment.

"OH MY GAWD!" She wailed. "No wonder I blew it. You must 
think I'm a complete retard! How much did you read?"

"Just since you asked me out that first time, at the 
pizza party." I said, sheepishly.

"I think I'm going to be sick." She clutched her 
stomach. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. Please take me home, and 
I swear I'll never bother you again, because I'm going 
to die of embarrassment."

"Don't do that." I said. "I just don't think we would 
have worked out, even if I hadn't known about Operation 
All Mine." She moaned as if in pain.

"You are cute, but we don't really have that much in 
common. It wouldn't have worked." I said. "I'm sure YOU 
wouldn't want to give it away for nothing." She covered 
her face with her hands again.

My cell phone rang unexpectedly. I dug it out and 
answered it. To my surprise, it was Jenni. "Hey, um, I'm 
sorry if I'm interrupting anything, but did you mean to 
leave that skinny little red-headed girl here? She's 
been walking around for the past twenty minutes, and 
everyone's packing it in for the night. Did she come 
with you?"

"No, she had another ride. I thought she was riding home 
with her uncle from the duck pond."

"The duck pond was an old lady and her ten-year-old 
grandson." She said. I looked at Sandi, who was still 
hiding behind her hands. "Hmmm." I said. Sandi sighed.

"Hey, quick question. What happened after we left, when 
you stuck my schedule in my pocket. Did the redhead say 
anything to you?" I asked, already suspicious.

"No, she just trotted past on the way to the Royal 
Flush. I thought she was going to mouth off, but she 
didn't. She gave me one mean look, though." Jenni said. 
"So did you look at your schedule yet?" This last was 
asked teasingly.

"Yes, WE did." She gave a knowing "aha" and I continued. 
"Sorry, but I can't talk right now."

"I figured. I called Daddy real quick to get your 
number, because I think the redhead is going to get 
kidnapped. Call me, Will, I mean it." She purred. I said 
bye and hung up.

"So, quick news update," I said, in a nonchalant tone of 
voice. "Jenni says she didn't say anything to Jessica, 
and Jessica doesn't have an uncle at the duck pond."

"Shit." Sandi said quietly. She then sat up straighter. 
"SHIT! Jessica made it all up! That stupid whore! 
Oooooh, I'm glad I ditched her! Fuck!"

"Well, you're taking Jenni's word for it," I cautioned, 
but Sandi was convinced.

"Right after Jessica hits on you? It makes sense. Jenni 
may still be a bitch, but Jessica is a back-stabbing 
creep! RRRRRRGH!" She put her face in her hands again. 
"I let her goad me into something stupid, and now I've 
blown it."

"You didn't blow it," I said. (You almost bit it) I 
thought. "I was going to tell you politely tonight 
anyway, I just had a hard time getting to it. I'm sorry 
if I strung you along."

She shook her head. "You don't have to be so noble. I 
know I screwed up tonight, but thanks for trying to give 
me some dignity."

She was still blaming herself. "I-" I began, but she cut 
me off. "Please just take me home, ok? You've been very 
nice, and very patient, and I hope I might have another 
chance someday. When I get home, I'm going to lock 
myself in my room for a few years until my embarrassment 
fades a bit." She slumped down and stared out the 
window. I elected not to argue.

Carter Rd. was about 30 minutes from her house, so we 
had a long uncomfortable ride. As we neared her house, 
she pulled down the passenger side visor, and checked 
herself in the lighted mirror. "Oh god. I look like I've 
been punched, and anyone can see I've been crying. I'm 
such a mess." She rummaged in her purse. "Evil witch!" 
She snarled.

"What's up?" I asked.

"My wicked stepmother swiped the house key off of my key 
ring. She did this last time I went out too, so she 
would know what time I got home, because I would have to 
ring the doorbell." She fumed. "Perfect."

As I pulled into her driveway, she looked around. 
"That's strange. Daddy's truck's not here. He should be 
home by now." The house was ablaze with light. As I 
stopped the car, the front door opened, and I could see 
Sandi's stepmother silhouetted in the doorway. Sandi got 
out of the car, and leaned back down to talk to me. 
"Maybe you should just get out while you can. I think 
I'm in trouble." As she spoke, however, headlights swept 
in behind me, and with a low rumble, a Chevy Avalanche 
loomed in my rear window. "Shit. That's Daddy. Looks 
like you're going to have to say Hi. I'm so sorry."

I turned off the ignition and climbed out of the car. 
The pickup door slammed, and a tall somewhat-burly guy 
hopped down out of the pickup. He walked over to where 
Sandi stood with her hip cocked, and an angry look on 
her face. "I just got back from taking your little 
friend Jessica home from Community days. She called here 
about half an hour ago, freaking out because she said 
you left her there and went off with some boy." The man 
said gruffly. He was one of those guys that grows a big 
beard and then cuts all his hair to about a quarter 
inch.

"I'm not speaking to her!" Sandi said, already on the 
offensive. "She called me fat."

"You still can't just leave her there. Not in a shirt 
that says 'So Tight!'" He looked at me. "And you are?"

"Some boy." I said disarmingly, and held out my hand to 
shake. He smirked a half smile, and shook. Just like 
that, we were allies.

"I don't care what Jessica says, she's full of shit, 
Dad. What else did she say?" Sandi stomped towards the 
house.

"She said you ditched her because you wanted to be alone 
with some boy who was at your slumber party and WHAT 
HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!" He yelled. I could hear Linda 
gasp.

"I wasn't sitting right and smacked my face on the 
Twirl'N'Hurl. It flipped left, and I went right and 
banged my head on the side of the little car thingy." 
Here she made a little flippy motion with her hand. 
"Will here was nice enough to drive me to Rite-Aid for 
an ice pack. I don't know WHAT Jessica was on about, but 
she and I are OUT." Sandi rubbed her face and sighed. 
"It still really hurts. But anyway, there were only 
girls at my slumber party, you know that." She sounded 
very tired. "I just want to go lay down. And I want my 
house key back, because I STILL LIVE HERE!" She held out 
her hand to Linda, who had the good grace to blush.

"Folks, it was nice meeting you, but now that Sandi's 
home and safe, I'd better be going." I seized my chance 
for an exit.

"Bye Will, and thanks for everything." Sandi said, more 
or less sincerely.

"I appreciate what you did for my daughter." Her dad 
said. I waved him off. "No problem. See ya around." I 
walked calmly back to my car, and got the hell out of 
there.

I drove home with my nerves jangling. What a night! 
Jessica makes a pass at me and then throws a wrench in 
Sandi's plans, leading to a near auto accident and groin 
injury for Yours Truly. Jenni manages to plant her 
number on me in full view of Sandi, in a way that even 
allayed her suspicion. Sandi then displayed her 
formidable skill at lying to keep the both of us out of 
trouble. Geez.

I got home at about 9:30, to find Lola's car in our 
driveway, and the cover off the hot tub. Fading wet 
footprints heading in indicated that the hot tub was 
already used, so I dragged the cover back on it before I 
came inside. I entered the kitchen to see everyone in 
the living room, talking quietly, the fireplace lit. The 
threads pulled out of my shorts escaped notice in the 
dark at Sandi's house, but here in a well-lit living 
room with three females, I didn't think I would be so 
lucky. I headed for the stairs. 

"I'm home, but I have to make a quick stop," I said, and 
trotted upstairs. I quickly shed the jersey AND the 
shorts, which I guessed I was going to have to throw 
away. I pulled on some sweat-shorts, and a plain t-
shirt, flushed the toilet for effect, and came 
downstairs to find everyone in bathrobes lounging on the 
rug in front of the fireplace. Lola's hair looked dry, 
but Amy and Karen's hair was still visibly wet. Amy sat 
cross-legged, picking at her fingernails, while Karen 
and Lola talked quietly, Karen sitting and leaning on 
one arm, Lola stretched out full length on her stomach, 
her chin in her elbows.

"So how'd it go?" Amy asked brightly, being the first to 
see me join the group. Karen and Lola looked up. I 
selected a space between Karen and Amy, with my back 
towards the kitchen, and stuck my feet out towards the 
fire. "Interesting." I said, leaning back on my hands.

Karen pulled a comb out of her bathrobe pocket and 
started combing out her wet hair. "Interesting how?" She 
asked. "I LOVE your hair," Lola murmured.

"Well, Sandi and Jessica were there, so was Jenni. 
Jessica made a creepy pass at me, and Jenni stuck her 
phone number in my pocket. Then, Jessica and Sandi broke 
up." This statement was met with snorts of laughter from 
Amy, and a little chuckle from Karen. "Finally, after 
she tricked me into leaving Jessica unsupervised, a deer 
jumped out in the road, and since she hadn't buckled up, 
she smashed her face on the" -quick don't say steering 
wheel- "dashboard and got a huge black eye."

"Wait, you left Jessica at the Community Days?" Karen 
asked, starting to laugh.

"I had been told she had a ride, but it seems Sandi was 
done being friends with her, I don't know." I rolled my 
eyes. "And then the deer scared the crap out of us."

"Sounds like quite a night," Lola said, with half a 
smile.

"I'd much rather have been here." I said sincerely. 
"What'd I miss?"

"Well, Karen ruined my diet in the most wonderful way 
ever, then we waited an hour and went swimming and hot-
tubbing, where I fell asleep to a foot-rub." Lola said, 
tired but happy.

"And we still owe her a backrub." Amy said.

"Oh geez," Lola said, happily. Karen shifted around so 
she was kneeling beside Lola. "Here." She grabbed the 
collar of the bathrobe, and after getting it free of her 
arms, slid it down to the small of her back. Lola was 
wearing her swimsuit underneath, but this suit was a 
one-piece that left most of her back bare. Karen started 
rubbing upwards with slow, circular motions. "Oh 
heavenly God," Lola moaned, and closed her eyes.

I rubbed my shoulder where the seat belt had bit into 
me, and cracked my neck, which turned out way louder 
than I had expected. *craaaack-ack* Everybody winced.

"Stop that, you're going to end up paralyzed!" Amy 
cried.

"I'm sorry, but my neck was really stiff. I got a good 
jolt when the deer jumped out. Sandi hit the dashboard, 
I almost got strangled by the seat belt." I tried to 
roll my head around on my neck, but it didn't feel good. 
I sat forward and tried to twist my neck, grabbing my 
chin with one hand and the back of my neck with the 
other.

"I SAID STOP IT!" Amy yelped. She got up on her knees 
and scrambled over to me, grabbing my arms. "You're 
going to hurt yourself! Lay down. NOW!"

I flipped around and started to lie on my stomach, but 
Amy snapped her fingers. "Shirt!" She commanded. I 
reached back with both arms and pulled my shirt off over 
my head. When I got my head free, I noticed Karen and 
Lola both looking at me. Lola's expression was one of 
attraction, with a little bit of blush and shame, 
Karen's was a look of pride, except she had this 
enigmatic little buddha smile. I laid on my stomach as 
smoothly as possible. Had I been three feet further 
left, Lola and I would have been shoulder to shoulder. 

Lola watched me silently, her expression now unreadable. 
Karen had returned her attention to Lola's muscles. 
"You've got this big knot right here," She said, 
pressing right below Lola's shoulder blades. She stuck 
out her tongue in concentration, and leaned in. There 
was a muffled crack, and Lola's eyes flew entirely open 
as she gasped in shock. 

"Ha-ha-ha-hoooooowwwch!" She laugh/cried. "Jesus! 
That's... that's amazing!" She wriggled a bit, and moved 
her arms. "Oh, baby!" She wiped her eyes. "I didn't even 
realize that was there! It feels like I just took off a 
really uncomfortable backpack or something. Oh my." She 
settled again, panting a little. Karen continued with 
smooth rubbing motions, while Amy stood by my side and 
stepped onto the small of my back, which forced me to 
tense up.

"Wow!" Lola said, watching Amy carefully balance on my 
back. I grunted as Amy walked slowly up my spine. "I 
can't push as hard as Karen, so I walk on him." Amy 
said, concentrating. I tried not to wobble as she 
stepped gently, but firmly. "I walk all over him." She 
giggled, wiggling her toes. I gave a pained grin as 
little pops and cracks sounded faintly, barely audible 
over the similar noises being made in the fireplace. 

After a few more moments of pacing, Amy sat herself 
astride me, right at my buttocks, and began kneading the 
muscles of my back, starting down low, and slowly, 
sloooooowly working her way up. I sighed and immediately 
mimicked a big pile of Jell-O. 

I think I may have occasionally grunted or groaned, and 
I know Lola was doing the same thing as Karen worked HER 
magic. The thought occurred to me that it all sounded 
kind of erotic, and with that fact in my mind, an 
erection began. I tried to curtail my own noises, but I 
LOVE backrubs, and Lola sounded like she was having a 
heavy make-out session. 

I was soon laying on about eight or nine inches of all-
natural hardwood, my body weight pressing it into the 
fluffy rug, Amy's shifting weight reminding me that 
someone was pressed up against me. "If you want to roll 
over in a minute, I'll rub your shoulders and upper 
chest, where the seat belt hit," She said helpfully, but 
I quickly declined.

Another, much quieter popping noise from Lola's body, 
which she responded to with an "Ooh!" She opened her 
eyes a little. "Karen, would you take it the wrong way 
if I told you that I loved you? I mean really, really?"

Karen laughed. "Emotionally, physically, or just 
figuratively?"

"Uh huh," Lola said.

"No, I mean which one?" Karen squeezed Lola's shoulders, 
kneading and rubbing.

"Whichever one is better," Lola mumbled into the carpet.

"I hate to open a bad subject, but how is Mrs. Klemp?" I 
said, gently. "I didn't get to hear."

All three ladies sighed. "She had at least one massive 
stroke, in the right side of her brain, and there have 
been two more since. Thursday's MRI showed additional 
damage from Monday's, and they're not sure how much time 
she has left. They've put her on a couple of 
medications, but they can't be sure more won't come." 
Lola said, her voice steady but hopeless. "We spent the 
whole first 90 minutes after I got here crying, so we're 
all a bit drained. I don't even know what to do."

"Do they have grief counselors at the hospital? There's 
got to be someone you can talk to." I said, almost 
shedding tears myself. Once again, my erection was gone 
and forgotten.

"Yeah, probably." Lola said sadly and softly. Several 
moments passed in silence.

After a few minutes, Amy asked Karen a question about 
back muscles, and soon the conversation was a lot less 
painful. I thanked Amy and went to get up, at which 
point she clamped her legs around my hips and said 
"Giddyup, horse!" Amid much laughter, I stood, with Amy 
clinging to me like a monkey, her legs still wrapped 
around me, her arms wrapped around my neck. I pretended 
to bite her arms, and then, still standing, wrestled her 
around where I could get a grip on her and pull her into 
my arms, where I proceeded to tickle her. 

Her bathrobe got all twisted up, and I could see she was 
wearing her pink one-piece swimsuit underneath. She 
squirmed and squealed, but I made a growling sound, and 
pretended to bite her shoulders and the back of her 
neck.

This all happened rather quickly, but when I bit the 
back of her neck, she shivered and then went stiff. 
"Lemme go, I, um... gotta pee." I put her down, and she 
ran out of the room, in a rather wobbly fashion. I sat 
back down on the carpet while Lola thanked Karen, and 
rose to her knees. She then turned and hugged Karen 
firmly, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "That was 
wonderful! I can't thank you enough. You have absolutely 
magic hands." Lola said breathlessly.

"Thank you," Karen blushed. Lola kissed her cheek again. 
"I mean it." Karen was completely red.

Lola pulled her borrowed robe back up and sat with her 
knees under her. When she turned to me, she was much 
more serious. "You need to call your dad. Mom is still 
your legal guardian in loco parentis, and if... well, 
WHEN she passes away, your dad will be charged with 
child abandonment if he's not here, and you'll go to a 
foster home or something. He needs to come back here."

I gritted my teeth, and Karen sighed. "He won't." she 
said, "not for any real period of time." I nodded. "He's 
not the family type."

"Well, even with Mom in the hospital right now, you're 
at risk. If someone were to actually go check your 
status, they'd see that she is hospitalized, and 
probably not coming out." Her voice broke. "So the 
sooner he gets here the better."

I thought it over. "Am I old enough to take over?" I 
asked.

"You're still legally a minor at seventeen. You are a 
very MATURE seventeen, but legally, you're a child 
still," she said.

"Crap. I guess I have to call Dad then." I looked at the 
clock, and it was about 10:00. "If I knew where he was, 
I'd call him now, but if he's in LA, it's... really, 
really late."

"This sucks." Karen said sadly, and pulled her knees up, 
hugging them. "I don't want him here."

Amy ambled back into the room, her face flushed, and 
flopped onto the rug beside me. "You don't want WHO 
here?" She asked, breathlessly.

" Dad." Karen said, making "air quotes" with her 
fingers.

"Ugh. Why?" Amy said, looking at me in concern.

"Mrs. Klemp is still legally our guardian." I said. "If 
it's her time, then Dad has to be here. OR find someone 
else to foist us off onto." I didn't have any 
expectations that Dad was going to stay. Most likely 
he'd leave again as soon as he could legally do so.

"What about Lola?" Amy said, after a moment's silence. 
Lola blinked, but Karen immediately chastised Amy. "You 
can't just suggest that. This isn't like asking someone 
to get your mail while you're on vacation."

Amy defended herself. "I know, but we take care of 
ourselves, right? Mrs. Klemp barely checked on us this 
past year, and we're still fine. Will can drive, we have 
Dad's healthcare and money, we're good. We just need a 
name on some piece of paper at the courthouse, right?"

During this whole exchange, I had been watching Lola's 
face. At first surprise, and then thoughtfulness, and 
then joy was visible there, but when Amy said "we just 
need a name" her face kinda fell again. She finally 
looked up, and caught my gaze, and blushed and looked 
away again. Karen opened her mouth to rebut Amy, but I 
held up my hand for silence.

"I know it wasn't a very tactful way to broach the 
subject, but how WOULD you feel if asked to be our legal 
guardian?" I asked Lola. "Amy's right, we're totally low 
maintenance. We have our own income, house, and we can 
pay all our own bills and stuff like that. All we would 
need from you is... " I paused. Maybe she expected me to 
say 'a signature' or something equally businesslike, but 
what I said was "...the pleasure of your company."

Her face lit up with both a slow smile and a rosy blush. 
"I would be honored, if you guys would have me, I mean. 
I'll still live in Mom's house, of course, but... If you 
guys want me, I'd absolutely be here for you." Tears 
came to her eyes. "This is so weird. It's like I'm 
losing my mother, but gaining a whole other family." 
Both Karen and I scooted closer. Karen held her hand and 
I put my arm around her shoulder.

"Didn't you say you really wanted to have kids?" Amy 
asked kindly. Lola laughed, and wiped a tear away. 
"Yeah, but two teenagers and a... young lady was not 
really what I could have expected."

I squeezed her close. "Like we said, we take care of 
ourselves really well. You'll still be able to have your 
own life, and find... whoever or whatever you need to 
find. Don't give up on the mom thing."

"Believe me, you guys aren't what's keeping me from 
having a life. Being with the three of you is the only 
life I have right now, besides hospitals and endless cat 
upkeep." She sighed. "If I hadn't met you, I don't know 
what kind of state I'd be in. I'd turn into the Crazy 
Cat Lady. You three are wonderful." She put her head on 
my shoulder.

"But we don't even know how your Dad is going to react," 
She continued after a moment.

"Pfffft!" Karen said, waving her hand. "He's going to 
take the path of least resistance. If he shows up, and 
we've got the paperwork all ready to sign, he's not 
going to waste too much time thinking it over. He's 
going to meet you, maybe talk to us, and get the heck 
out of here."

I agreed. Amy rolled over on her back and turned her 
head back until she was looking at us all upside down. 
"We adopted you first, it's only fair that you adopt us 
back."

"I wouldn't put it quite like that," I interjected, "but 
we'd love you- I mean love to have you be our guardian." 
Lola blushed, and smiled, closing her eyes.

"You three make me so happy, I have to tell you." she 
sighed, and squeezed Karen's hand.

"So you'll do it?" asked Amy. We all held our breaths.

Lola opened and closed her mouth helplessly, and 
shrugged. "How could I refuse? You guys are wonderful; 
anyone would be proud to have you as their kids."

Karen and I grinned and hugged Lola, Amy whooped in 
delight. "You totally have to spend more time here!" Amy 
chattered. "Your mom didn't visit with us for like the 
past two years, and I never got to see her at the house 
'cause of the cats. You've got to come over all the 
time!"

"Well, truth be told, I was never really that fond of 
cats. If the doctors say Mom can't come home, then I'll 
have no choice but to get them adopted by someone else, 
or find a no-kill animal shelter somewhere around here." 
Lola said, matter-of-factly.

"I would miss Sheba, but not really any of the others." 
Karen said. "Sheba used to keep my lap warm while I was 
talking and visiting with your mother."

"Sheba used to be an outside cat, I'm pretty sure." said 
Lola thoughtfully. "Yeah, definitely. I remember her 
leaving paralyzed mice on the back doormat." She made a 
face.

"Maybe we could make her a little Kitty Condo in the 
barn." I said. "There's mice in there, I know. Maybe she 
could survive outside again?"

"It's worth a shot, right?" Lola said. Karen nodded, 
smiling. "That should also be far enough from the house 
not to kick up Amy's allergies."

"I don't go in the barn anyway." Amy made a face. "It's 
gross in there."

"Then it's settled!" I said. "Who wants ice cream?" 
Karen and Lola declined, Amy shouted her approval, and 
she and I relaxed moments later with medium-sized bowls 
of sugar and butterfat.

We stayed like that for about another hour, Amy and 
Karen taking turns telling Lola about my date 
adventures. Lola alternately laughed and looked pained, 
shooting glances at me from time to time, gauging my 
reaction to the re-telling. I was slightly embarrassed, 
but I laughed right along with her at some of Karen and 
Amy's descriptions.

"Oh my god, so Jessica was a child PORN model?!" She 
asked at one point, completely shocked.

"For the most part, yes." Karen said. "Strictly 
softcore, as far as we know, but yeah. Creepy, huh?"

"And she was the one hitting on you tonight?" Lola asked 
me. I nodded. "Geez!" Lola said.

At the end of the story, she looked at me, a bit 
wistfully, but also with some pride. "You handled 
yourself pretty well indeed, Will." I shrugged and waved 
my hand in a "pooh, pooh" gesture.

"So when are you calling Jenni back?" Amy asked 
nonchalantly, staring into her ice cream bowl. Her robe 
had come open a bit more around her neck, and I could 
see a thin strips of skin down towards her belly that 
made it clear she was (at least) topless under it.

"Aren't I supposed to wait three days before calling a 
girl? Isn't that the Guy Rule?" I asked, to a room full 
of women. They all regarded me with different 
expressions. Amy looked worried, Lola looked wistful, 
and Karen was completely unreadable. "Um, never mind." I 
said.

"Well, she's going to be at work every day, so I can't 
avoid her or anything, even if I wanted to. Might as 
well just call her and see what she wants." I tried to 
play it off.

"Will, I think we all know what she wants, honey." Lola 
said, not unkindly. Karen smirked, and Amy stared into 
her ice cream bowl again.

"Jenni doesn't sound like a very nice person," Amy said, 
pouting a bit.

"Well, she's aggressive, yes, but all she really did was 
give Sandi a hard time. You would have done the same, 
I'm sure." I said. Karen shot a knowing smile at Amy.

"Amy said if she were there, she'd punch Sandi in the 
boob." Karen said, widening her eyes and making a funny 
voice for "boob." Lola snorted, and Amy grinned and 
blushed. "I MIGHT have said something like that." Amy 
giggled.

"She's older than Sandi, and less likely to be a bimbo, 
because she seems pretty smart so far." I said. "I'm 
giving her a chance, I think. At least she doesn't have 
a blog, as far as I know, and that's a plus."

"Bloggers seem really voyeuristic to me." Karen said.

"Exhibitionistic," Lola said absently. "Huh?" Karen 
said.

"A voyeur would read someone else's diary, an 
exhibitionist would spray-paint their own diary on a 
billboard and then dance naked in front of it." Lola 
laughed.

"Sounds like Sandi's website, all right," I said. Amy 
made a gagging gesture.

Lola climbed to her feet and winced as her knees 
cracked. All of us made a face. 
"Yee-owch!" She said calmly. "Well, once again, an 
evening with you three has felt better than a week's 
vacation. I honestly don't know how you do it. I come 
here stressed and tired, and I leave here recharged and 
centered."

"It's the backrubs and stuff." Karen said, smiling, 
wiggling her fingers.

"I believe it. I really love you guys. You've done me so 
much good, I don't know how to repay you." Lola said, 
clasping her hands in front of her stomach.

"Well, you're adopting us, so that would have to count!" 
Amy said. I grinned, and Lola grinned back. She walked 
to the blue couch and picked up a bundle of clothes. "At 
least tonight I can drive myself home, although it'll 
seem lonely without my chauffeur." She pouted adorably, 
even as the little jolt shot through me. Last time I got 
a kiss! Maybe I could...

"Last time you almost fell asleep in our kitchen, while 
standing up." Karen smiled. "This time you're much safer 
to drive, I'm sure." She said with finality. Damn.

"I'm going to go change, so I can give you back your 
bathrobe." She said, with a tiny note of sadness. "Then 
I'll head home to The Cats."

"I'm gonna take a shower upstairs, or my hair's going to 
get all weird and stiff." Amy said, stretching her arms 
up high over her head. Her robe slid open about four 
inches, showing a wide strip of her torso from chin to 
navel. "Whoops!" She grabbed it closed, blushing hard. 
"Sorry! Thank God I was sitting down!" She mumbled, and 
clambered carefully to her feet. Still blushing, she 
scurried away to the stairs. "Bye Lola!" She yelped, and 
scampered up out of sight.

Lola smiled, a bit shocked, and headed for the bathroom, 
her eyes a little glazed. I looked for my shirt, and 
finding it, threw it over my shoulder. I turned, and 
reached a hand down to Karen, pulling her to her feet. I 
must have pulled too hard, because she stumbled against 
me, and the both of us almost toppled over. 

"Oops, oh my." She stopped herself by placing her hands 
on my chest, and regained her balance. Still a bit 
wobbly myself, I threw an arm around her waist as I got 
my feet back under me. That moment seemed to last for 
several seconds at least, as she looked up at me, her 
hands warm against my chest. I was struck again by just 
how beautiful she was. 

Even in a bathrobe with damp hair, she shone like a 
diamond. I could see myself reflected in those gorgeous 
sky-blue eyes, and her lips looked soft and sweet, 
inviting. I struggled to snap myself out of it, and 
stepped back a bit. "Sorry." I said.

She seemed to awaken as well. "For what?" she asked 
breathlessly, blinking and blushing. She nervously swept 
her hair behind her ear with one finger, and looked 
down. "I'll get the ice cream bowls." She said quickly, 
scooped them up, and escaped to the kitchen.

I slapped my face with both hands, rapidly, like you see 
people do on shaving commercials, and tried to snap out 
of it. God, I need someone to have sex with, I reminded 
myself. I CAN'T keep drifting towards Karen. Sandi is 
now out of the running, I hope Jenni is suitable.

I banked the fire so it would burn out, and closed the 
glass doors so less air would get in. Eventually, the 
fire would die out safely.

Lola came out of the bathroom, wearing a white blouse 
with red and gold embroidery on the collar and cuffs, 
over tight black slacks that laced on the sides. She 
looked great. "You know, I never see you in sweatpants 
or sweatshirts," I said. "You always look like you're 
going somewhere nice."

"Well, your house IS somewhere nice." She said, stepping 
close to me and tilting her head a little. A sparkly 
earring dangled hypnotically. "But mainly what I own is 
lawyer clothes, or "going out" clothes. Not a lot of 
sweat in my wardrobe. There IS this one t-shirt I wear 
to bed every night." She grinned at me. I grinned back, 
feeling the warmth rising in my face.

Just then Karen walked into the room. "Cool, you're 
done? I'm gonna go get ready to shower and change in 
that bathroom. Amy ought to be out of the shower by now. 
We'll see you later, Lola. Come back any time." She 
smiled sincerely.

"Oh, wait." Lola said, abandoning me, and running over 
to Karen. "Before you go." She grabbed Karen in a full-
body hug, and squeezed her very close. "I love you. 
Thank you so much for EVERYTHING." Karen hugged her 
back, a bit choked up. "Don't worry about it." she said.

"No, I mean it. You are amazing, all three of you." Lola 
said, stepping back and holding Karen at arm's length. 
"Thank you. And I really do mean it when I say I love 
you."

Karen blushed and smiled. "We love you too. You're going 
to be a great "mom" to us, I know." She kissed Lola on 
the cheek and got a kiss in return, then said her 
goodbyes again, walking down the hallway towards the 
downstairs bathroom.

Lola sighed deeply, and returned to me. "She's SO 
beautiful! Does she even realize? Most women who are her 
level are insufferable bitches because they think 
they're perfect. How did she turn out so sweet and 
kind?"

"Miserable treatment at public school can do that to 
you. It gives you a healthy helping of self-doubt and 
humiliation, even if you don't deserve it. Plus, your 
mom helped ground her and teach her how to be a good 
woman." I said gently. "I mean WE told her she was 
beautiful, but at school she either got the cold 
shoulder from girls, or the sweaty stare from guys."

Lola clucked her tongue and shook her head. "That's such 
a shame."

I nodded, but said "Well, we're out of it now. Cyber-
school is great!"

We drifted out to the kitchen, where she lingered a 
moment before grabbing her purse.
"Did you mean what you said about missing your 
chauffeur?" I grinned. She blushed. 

"Umm, did you park behind me or next to me?" she said. 
Before I could answer, she winked at me and said "I 
think you parked me in. Let's go check." She grabbed my 
hand, and led me outside.

We got off the back porch, over toward the cars. "Sorry 
about that, I wanted to talk to you but I didn't want 
your sisters to overhear. 

I really wanted to apologize for the other night. I KNOW 
you said I didn't have to, but I totally took advantage 
of you. I'm almost exactly twice your age, and I was 
coming on to you. I was sleepy and horny and I shouldn't 
have done that."

"I already told you I enjoyed it." I said, smiling in 
the dark. I took a step closer to her.

"Dammit, you're the victim here, don't say you liked 
it!" She said, a tiny bit exasperated. 

I put my arm around her, and she didn't resist. She put 
one hand on my chest, ever so gently. "But I DID like 
it. In fact, you could victimize me some more, if you 
wanted to." 

"Well... not tonight," She laughed. I gave her a 
squeeze, and she put her head on my shoulder. "God, you 
smell good." She mumbled. "I washed your t-shirt, and 
now it just smells like laundry soap and cat."

"Tell you what," I said. "Give me back the shirt for one 
day and I'll make it smell like me, how's that?"

"That's probably completely inappropriate, but I'm going 
to say yes, please?" She said in a tiny voice. "It's 
just that the whole house smells like lavender and cat, 
and you smell, well... masculine? and I admit I really 
like it. Please don't think I'm a pervert."

"I would never think that." I said, thinking of the 
effect that the smell of Karen's shampoo has on me. 
"It's probably the soap I use, but I'll wear it for a 
day just to make sure."

"I totally sound obsessive and stalker-ish." Lola 
muttered. "Is this unhealthy? I mean I know I'm getting 
over a nasty divorce, and I'm dealing with family 
stress, and I'm cooped up in a house full of cats, but 
do I sound *crazy?*" She laughed, so I knew it was safe 
to join in.

"Am I a dirty old woman?" She asked me sincerely. "Does 
this seem unhealthy to you?"

"I offered to do it," I reminded her.

"I know, I know, but you're a teenage male. You're in an 
age group that is the very definition of *inappropriate 
conduct.*"

I held her shoulders. "You're very stressed, lonely, and 
having trouble sleeping in a strange house that smells 
foreign. If what you need to help you relax at night is 
pajamas that smell good to you, then how could I 
refuse?"

She made a face, but I could tell she wanted to be 
convinced, the way she kinda bounced on her toes.

"You're not like some old man buying used panties over 
the internet, you're a woman who deserves to be 
comfortable, and if this helps, I'm happy to do it. 
Plus, I admit I still get a thrill out of the idea." I 
grinned devilishly at her.

"See, I KNEW it!" she pretended to throw her hands up in 
disgust, but she was smiling.

"You can't blame me. You're a very attractive woman, and 
I'm very attracted. It's perfectly natural. I'm 
just...aware of it. But don't let that change your mind. 
I LIKE the idea of you wearing my shirt to bed."

"You're not doing a good job of convincing me that this 
is innocent." She said, blushing.

"I didn't say it was. I said it was perfectly OK. I 
wasn't trying for innocent." I smiled.

"You're a real sweet-talker, you know that?" She said, 
punching my shoulder gently.

"I'm just telling you the truth." I shrugged. She 
squirmed against me happily for a moment.

"God, if I was about eighteen years younger, I'd...well 
you'd just have to watch out." She said, and yawned. 
"Ok, time for a safer topic. Call your dad tomorrow and 
get a hold of him, and we'll transfer you three to my 
custody, and life will go on."

I nodded and gave her a hug. "Goodnight, Lola," I 
murmured in her ear, which made her squirm a bit. "Don't 
DO that!" She pushed me away, albeit happily, and turned 
and wobbled towards her car. "Not funny! You send a 
shiver right down my spine! No fair!"

I laughed anyway. We said our goodnights, and I went 
back inside. It certainly was going to be interesting 
with her as our guardian. Very interesting indeed.

I walked back inside, to find Karen walking into the 
kitchen wearing a sports bra, some TINY shorty-shorts 
that said KABOOM! on the butt, and a towel wrapped 
around her head like a turban. "Did she get out ok?" 
Karen asked, reaching up on tiptoe to get a glass out of 
the cupboard. I watched her lithe body stretch as she 
got one down. "Yeah," I mumbled. Whew. I gotta snap out 
of this! I told myself angrily. No Touchee!

"I really like Lola," Karen said, "but sometimes she 
makes me feel... I dunno."

"Hmm?" I perked up. "Bad or good?"

"Well, just funny, I guess." Karen said thoughtfully, 
filling the glass at the fridge door, but not facing me.

"Funny ha-ha or the other one?"

"Well," Karen sighed and paused. "It's complicated." She 
pulled the towel off her hair and shook it out a little.

"Maybe you should try to 'uncomplicate' it for me." I 
said gently. "Tomorrow I was going to call Dad and ask 
him to make her our legal guardian, but I won't do it if 
she gives you a bad feeling." I watched Karen carefully. 
She turned and sat down at one of the barstools around 
the kitchen island.

"Not a bad feeling, just an unusual one." Karen said, 
not meeting my gaze, but starting to blush. "Like the 
way she looks at me sometimes."

I sat as well. "Like how?"

"Sometimes it feels like she's looking at me the way she 
looks at you." Karen speared me with her gaze, albeit 
shyly.

My turn to dissemble. "Um, how is that?" I stammered. 
Karen grinned evilly. "Oh, come on, don't you DARE 
pretend you don't know what I'm talking about!" She took 
a sip of her water as I shrugged and forced myself to 
meet her gaze.

"You're honestly trying to tell me you don't know that 
she's totally hot for you?" Karen laughed.

"I wouldn't say 'totally hot' is applicable..." I 
started, and trailed off.

"Well, at least 'good 'n' warm' has to be correct." 
Karen said. "Oh, come on, relax, I'm not busting you or 
anything, it's just she's definitely noticed you."

I tried to return the subject to Karen. "So you're 
saying you think she's noticing you? as in attracted?"

"Maybe?" Karen winced/smiled. "Am I totally conceited or 
just crazy? I'm just saying that a few times I get a 
feeling that maybe she's trying to tell me something. 
Like there's an invisible signal being broadcast, and 
I'm right on the fuzzy edge of it. Like when I wore my 
new swimsuit the other night, she had the same look you 
had." Karen blushed and grinned.

"The same look?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah, dumbfounded and delighted." Karen giggled into 
her hand.

I blushed, but I knew she was right. She giggled 
happily.

"And did you hear how she practically said she was a 
lesbian in college?" Karen added.

I nodded. "That's not really unusual, from the rumors 
I've heard." (and the pornos I've seen.)

"And it's not like she's freaking me out or making me 
that uncomfortable, so it's not like it's unwelcome 
attention. I mean, I KNOW I like boys, but... she's very 
pretty, and nice, and fun to hug, and stuff, so... she 
makes me feel funny. I have no idea what to call the 
feeling." Karen took a long drink of her water. "Am I 
crazy?"

I shook my head. "I don't think you're crazy. I think if 
she IS bisexual, then it makes sense that she's noticed 
you, after all. Ray Charles would be capable of noticing 
you." I smiled.

"If he weren't dead, you mean." Karen said shyly, 
blushing from the compliment.

"Well, maybe even then. You're absolutely stunning, and 
I know she knows you're prettier than she is. WHICH, by 
the way, is a good measure of her character. When I look 
at the way lots of women behave, on TV and when we were 
in school at least, the fact that she thinks you're 
prettier than her and is still kind to you is a pretty 
big deal. No back-stabbing or catty behavior." I said.

"You think I'm stunning?" Karen said quietly. I nodded, 
my heart pounding. "I told you before, I think you're 
the most beautiful girl, and the most beautiful person 
I've ever met."

Her finger traced little nonsense shapes on the 
countertop. "Thank you for saying that." 

"I'm not just saying it, I really mean it." 

Her finger stopped. She looked at me from under her 
lashes. "Will, you've got to be the best brother in the 
world." She sighed.

"Nah," I said, nervous as hell. When did we get off the 
topic of Lola? Suddenly I'm letting out too much about 
how Karen makes me feel.

Karen rose to her feet and walked slowly around the 
kitchen island. My heart starting climbing up my 
ribcage, headed for my throat as she stalked over to me. 
She pivoted me on my barstool (which is easy, ours have 
those swivel tops) and wrapped her arms around me. "I 
love you, William." I wrapped my arms around her in 
response, gingerly, not wanting to just grab onto her, 
but she squeezed me tighter, so I hugged her right back. 
"You really make me feel beautiful." She said.

Now, quick description of the situation. I'm just 
wearing sweat-shorts, having taken off my shirt for 
Amy's backrub and never put it back on. Karen is wearing 
a sports bra (which gives her amazing cleavage, let me 
tell you) and teensy little cotton running shorts that 
are smaller than some panties I've seen in catalogs, and 
her hair is wet, so when I hug her, practically all I'm 
touching is warm, soft skin, with her wet hair tickling 
my arms. Furthermore, I'm seated on a barstool, so she's 
right between my knees, her lower abdomen pressing 
against my crotch. I was in HEAVEN. Complete overload. 

I suddenly became aware of my penis, as it began to 
harden. Karen was showing no signs of letting go. It was 
only moments before she would feel it. "Umm," I said, 
and fidgeted.

"Shhh, I'm hugging you." Karen said. She wriggled slowly 
a bit, grinding against me.

"I know, and it's very nice, but you should probably 
scooch back just a bit?" I said, helplessly, as I felt 
my cock harden and press against her abdomen. Too late. 
Shit!

"You worry too much." She said gently, and continued 
hugging me. I was about five inches at that point, and 
growing, but she didn't flinch back. "It's OK, relax."

"You're very calm about this," I stammered, weakly 
hugging her once again.

"Well, you're a boy. It's my understanding that you 
can't really control when that happens, so I'm not 
offended by it." She said, repositioning her lower half 
so my cock could poke past her and not directly into 
her.

"That's very... mature." I mumbled, still terrified. She 
doesn't know as much about it as she thinks, then. As 
long as she doesn't put two and two together.

"I've felt it before now, you know. Like last time we 
were in the pool." She said, and I felt her skin warm as 
she blushed. A moment went by. She seemed thoughtful. My 
heart leapt back and forth in my chest.

"Hey, um, if I asked you a REALLY embarrassing and 
personal question, would you give me an honest answer?" 
She said, looking up at me, nervous and blushing. 

"No." I said.

"Oh." She said, a bit deflated. Suddenly, her eyes 
widened. "OH!"

"Yeah," I said, disentangling myself gently. "Let's 
change the subject, ok? Please?"

"So I...?" She pointed at herself, faltering. I pulled 
more slack into the front of my pants and turned away, 
not making eye contact. "Is it ME?" Karen asked, 
shocked.

I cleared my throat uncomfortably. I had gone right past 
blushing with embarrassment and straight on into pale 
and shivering. This was NOT good.

"I didn't realize I was actually CAUSING it!" Karen 
pressed her hands to her face. "Will, I'm so sorry!"

"Can we not talk about this, please?" I slid off the bar 
stool and quickly walked to the other side of the 
kitchen island.

"I'm so sorry! Is there anything I can do?" Her concern 
was almost palpable. (Oh my god, the things you could 
do!) I thought shakily, but I said "No, it'll... just go 
away by itself in a few minutes." I closed my eyes and 
leaned on the counter. This was terrible, and I had to 
get out of here, but I was still shaking badly.

"Is it... uncomfortable?" Karen asked, wringing her 
hands. I sighed. "Not as uncomfortable as this 
conversation."

"God, I'm so sorry! I... I didn't know. I should have 
been more considerate." She said. "I scolded Amy for 
licking her lips at you the other day, and then I went 
and ..." She gestured helplessly at me.

"It's ok, let's just... forget about it," I said, and 
took a deep breath. Karen bit her lip anxiously. "I owe 
you such an apology." She said sadly. I shook my head.

"You're being all noble about it, but I do." She said 
firmly. "I'll think of something."

"Forget it, it's ok, I'm not mad, let's just get past 
it, ok?" I said quickly. Her expression showed she 
disagreed, but she kept silent. "Were were we?"

"We were saying that Lola is awesome, and that you're 
the most wonderful man in the world and I love you with 
all my heart." Karen said softly. I opened my mouth to 
say something, but she continued. "I know now isn't the 
best time, but I want to hug you some more at the 
earliest opportunity. You're so patient with both Amy 
AND myself, and I'm sure we don't really deserve it. I 
really really love you, William." And with that, she 
fled the room. I put my forehead on the counter. Great. 
I got wood over my sister, and she found out. I am SO 
going to hell, and right now, my dick aches.

* * *

The next morning before breakfast I called the number 
for Dad's office, and got a cranky secretary.

"He's got a 9 o'clock presentation for the Executive 
V.P. of Communications for Transcorp in Sacramento, but 
other than that, I have no idea where he is." She 
sniffed. "If you get a hold of him, tell him to check in 
with the home office occasionally. I've been calling his 
hotel and getting nothing."

"Do you think he'd be upset if I called his Blackberry?" 
I asked the total stranger. She snorted. "Pfff! WE don't 
even have that number. Good luck, sir."

I sat at the table in the dining room, and looked out 
the big windows over the side yard. (Our dining room 
sits at the corner of the house, so one wall of windows 
looks out over the back patio and the hot tub, the other 
over the side yard, and presumably, the Pee Bush. 
Normally we just eat in the kitchen.) I dialed the 
number I had, and after three rings, I heard my father's 
sleepy voice. "Hello?" he growled.

"Dad? It's Will." I said. I looked at the clock. 
Eastern, Central, Mountain, Pacific? Whoops. It gets 
EARLIER as you go west, not later. That would make it 
close to 5 am in Sacramento, right?

"Who?" He grunted. "WILL!" I said louder. "Oh. What's 
wrong?"

In the background of the call, I could hear a woman's 
voice. "Who is it?"

A shuffling noise as he covered the receiver 
ineffectively with his hand. "A colleague."

"What time is it?" She said. "About five," He said. 
"Don't worry, they won't start the meeting without us."

"Well, they could start it without you, but without me, 
there's no one to have the meeting FOR." I could hear 
her chuckle.

"Dad, Mrs. Klemp had two strokes." I decided to cut 
right to the point, as Dad seemed to be busy (and 
disgusting.) "You've got to come home."

"Umm. That's not great." He said. "I've got an important 
meeting at nine, which I don't mind telling you is 
already in the bag." He muttered.

"Don't you mean it's in the sack?" I said sarcastically. 
He chuckled. "Too true, too true." I rolled my eyes. "I 
can maybe jet back there tonight, or first thing 
tomorrow." He continued.

"She's currently in the hospital. If anyone checks up on 
this, we're all in big trouble. We're in a foster home, 
and you're in court." I said flatly.

"Cool your jets, big guy! I'll be on a plane tonight." 
He spoke thoughtfully. "I'm in the middle of a really 
big shift here, so I'll need to move on by morning. We 
need to come up with a plan B."

"We've already got it covered. Mrs. Klemp's daughter, 
Lola. Just get here, please. All we need from you is a 
signature or two." I stated.

"Well, that's great!" He said, sounding sincere. "Really 
great! I'm proud of you, shooter. Way to work for the 
team." I could have gagged. "Well, I'll hop a flight 
tonight, and drive straight through, and be there at 
about nine. We'll get this baby to bed, and life back to 
normal, huh?"

"Yeah," I said. "See ya then."

"Great, great. Well, catch you later!" and he hung up. I 
wanted to hurl the phone across the room. Jerk.

I thought about last night, and Karen. I got out the 
number Jenni gave me, and called it.

When she answered, she sounded sleepy and annoyed. 
"Hello?"

"Hi, Jenni, it's Will. You said to give you a call when 
I was done babysitting." I tried to sound cool.

"Yeah, but I didn't mean this early in the morning. What 
time is it?" She yawned.

Whoops again. "Almost eight. Sorry!"

"It's not a big deal. I know 'morning' for high school 
starts at eight, but you should be aware that 'morning' 
for college students starts at 11:00 am." I could hear 
her stretching.

"My bad."

"You're really cute, so I won't hold it against you. 
This time." She said. I was unable to tell how much of 
that was a joke.

"Well, I could call back later, if you want." I said.

"Mmmmm, that's ok. So you said you're done babysitting? 
No more little girls?" She breathed into the phone.

"Nope." I said. "I'm ready to move up."

"Good choice." She purred. "So, what's on your plate for 
this evening? Got any time to get to know each other?" 
The way she said it, "get to know each other" sounded 
like "fuck like crazed weasels."

"I've always got time for that," I said, trying to keep 
my voice steady. "But my dad is flying into town tonight 
to sign some papers, and I've got to be back home around 
eight thirtyish."

"Wow, early bedtime." She chuckled. "Doesn't your mom 
allow you out?"

"She's dead." I said flatly. There was a awkward silence 
at the other end. I decided to move on. "Is eight thirty 
too much of a problem?"

"Ehh, not really. I was hoping to spend a bit more time 
with you tonight, but I can live with that." She pouted. 
"I should probably follow my own three-date rule, but I 
was prepared to waive it. You're a really cute guy, and 
this sleepy little town is driving me crazy."

"Used to the college lifestyle, eh?" I asked, pretending 
to know what I was talking about.

"They're really not kidding when they tell you there's a 
party every night, but most of all, I miss the boys. A 
girl needs some activity! What's a girl to do in this 
one-horse town?"

"Maybe you need some special attention, or a new horse." 
I flirted clumsily.

"Are you saying you're a horse?" She laughed.

"Certain comparisons could be made," I bluffed.

She purred. "Mmmm, I'll just have to see if you're 
bragging or not."

My heart leapt. I'm gonna get laid!

"You just tell me when," I blurted.

"MMM! Will, I think you and I are going to play really 
well together. I'm enforcing the Three-Date rule, 
though. Don't forget!" She said in a sultry voice.

"I'm familiar with the Three-Date Rule," I said.

"Not like mine, I'll bet. You'll see. Since we're on 
time restriction tonight, did you want to do that survey 
after all? It's kinda fun, plus it'll give us something 
to talk about... ." 

"I can't wait. How about five this evening? We'll get 
some dinner and... talk?" I said.

"Sounds good to me, hot shot." She said playfully. "See 
you at the pizza shop at five."

"See you then." I said, and she rang off. I heard a tiny 
noise.

I turned around, and saw Karen in a housecoat, a blush 
burning on her face. Her eyes were downcast. "What would 
you like for breakfast?" she asked quietly. I've never 
seen her look so ashamed. I immediately felt like a 
heel. How much had she overheard?

"It's cool, I can get it," I started, but she shook her 
head, her usual ponytail snapping back and forth. "No! 
I'll ... I'll make whatever you want. Eggs, bacon, 
cereal, oatmeal, what?" Her voice was subdued, and she 
wasn't looking at me.

"Eggs, and toast?" I hazarded, and she nodded and turned 
away quickly. I rose and followed her into the kitchen. 
"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"I didn't sleep well." She said softly. I began to relax 
a bit. "So I had plenty of time to think about last 
night." She continued, and my stomach immediately filled 
with hornets.

"I thought we agreed not to talk about it." I said, 
unsteadily.

"I need to talk about it, but I'm not ready yet." She 
said. She sighed. "I'm just all jumbled up right now. I 
don't think I could speak clearly to save my life."

"Are you mad at me yet?" I said, gently. "You have every 
right to be."

"Are you kidding?" She said, her voice going higher. 
"You are the one who should be..." rrrrrgh! She put her 
hands on the sink and hung her head.

I started to speak, but she interrupted me. "I'm really 
confused right now. I've got to figure some stuff out 
for myself, and I'm having a bad time of it. You didn't 
do anything wrong, so I'm not mad at you; I'm mad at 
myself, and I can't even really decide what for. Please 
be patient with me."

Knowing Amy would be downstairs any moment, I walked up 
behind Karen and put my arms around her. She stiffened 
at first, but then melted against me. She turned and put 
her arms around me. "I'm sorry. I must sound absolutely 
crazy to you." I could feel her start to cry.

"No, no," I said. "Just don't be too hard on yourself. I 
certainly don't blame you for anything, but then I'm not 
sure what you're mad at yourself about. It's probably 
not that bad. I know I'm not mad at you over anything." 
She sniffled a laugh. 

"You should be," She said. I held her at arm's length, 
but she wouldn't look at me. 

"What for?" I asked. She wiped her eyes. "I can't tell 
you."

I looked at her helplessly, which made her chuckle 
again, and sniffle. "I sound nuts." She said. "I don't 
even know what the hell I'm saying."

"You ARE scaring me a little bit," I winced.

"I'm scared too, that's why I'm crying." She said. "No, 
that sounds crazy. God, this is so stupid." She stomped 
her bare foot. "A lot of big changes are happening at 
once, and I'm not dealing with them well. Mrs. Klemp is 
in really bad shape, Dad's coming home, you're dating 
someone else, and ... other stuff." Her eyes briefly 
flickered to me, guiltily.

"Is this the other stuff you can't tell me about?" I 
asked. She nodded. I immediately became concerned. "Did 
something happen?" I asked her seriously. "What's going 
on?"

She tried to calm me down. "I knew you would do this, 
just relax. Nobody's hurt or anything, just... I'm 
trying to figure out how I feel about something. The 
minute I decide, I'll tell you, I promise, but right now 
I'm just all twisted up."

"How you feel? Is this about me dating?" I asked. "I did 
call Jenni this morning. Should I have not done that?" I 
asked her gently.

"Well, sorta. I mean it IS about you dating, but it's 
really complicated. And I did overhear your phone calls, 
I know it was none of my business and I didn't mean to, 
but... yeah, it's what got me started." She wiped her 
eyes again. "I know I sound crazy and weird, but please 
be patient with me. I'll be ok, as soon as I figure out 
what ok is."

I had no idea what to say about that, so I just hugged 
her. She hugged me back desperately. "That feels really 
good. I need more of your hugs." I held her close for a 
few more moments. "Mmmmmmmmm." She said. "Better 
already."

I heard water running, which meant that Amy was awake. 
Karen let go and stepped back, already looking less 
weepy. "I love you, Will. Very, very much." She wiped 
her eyes. "I'm gonna chop some onions so Amy won't see 
I've been crying, want some in your omelet?"

"Sure, but not too much." I said, absently. I drifted 
back to the kitchen island and sat on a barstool. "Are 
you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah," She said, grabbing a cutting board and a knife, 
and going to the fridge. "I just slept really badly, and 
I'm kinda wigged out. I'm sorry I went to pieces."

"I thought somebody had hurt you or something." I said.

"Nothing like that. I just need to grow up a little." 
Karen began chopping a red onion.

I would have responded to that, but Amy came blasting 
into the kitchen. "I'm coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs!"

I faked a chuckle and threw an apple at her, which she 
caught deftly. "I said Cocoa Puffs, not apples!" She 
said.

Karen scraped the onion into the skillet and turned on 
the heat. As the onions began to sizzle, she went to the 
fridge and grabbed eggs and some cheese. I watched her 
for a few moments more, but she seemed to be ok again. 
Amy clattered into the cupboard and got out a bowl and 
her cereal. 

"I called Dad." I announced. Amy made a face. "He's 
flying back tonight, and he should be here about nine or 
so, but he's leaving again first thing in the morning."

"Geez," Karen laughed bitterly. "We need to call Lola 
and have her here so Dad can meet her." I continued. "We 
should probably dress nice, too, just so he doesn't 
think we're living like savages."

"Booga booga!" Amy said, which made Karen laugh 
sincerely.

"I intend to be home by then, so I'll try to do most of 
the talking." I sighed.

"Good." Karen said. "Home from where?" Amy asked.

"Um, I'm meeting Jenni tonight at the pizza shop to take 
that survey for her class." I said nonchalantly.

"Erk." Amy coughed on her mouthful of cereal. Karen 
stepped away from the skillet and thumped Amy on the 
back until she recovered herself. When she regained her 
composure, she resumed eating silently, staring at the 
countertop.

Karen put the eggs on two plates and handed one to me. 
The awkward silence continued as she made toast. Amy 
glanced at me once or twice as she ate her cereal 
mechanically, but she didn't speak.

"Somebody say SOMETHING," I half-joked. "Please."

Amy sighed and put down her spoon. "What did Dad say?"

"He was in the middle of something when I called, but he 
says he's really busy right now, so he can only stay 
overnight, and has to leave right away tomorrow morning. 
When I told him about Mrs. Klemp he just took it like I 
was cancelling a meeting or something. He barely 
reacted, just said we need a Plan B. When I told him we 
already had one, he was just like 'thank god.' " I 
sighed. Amy and Karen both looked mad.

"What a jerk!" Karen said. "Didn't he care about her at 
some point? She was like his favorite teacher or 
something?"

I shrugged. "He's been jetting around for so long I 
guess he thinks he's left everything behind. When I 
called at first he didn't know who I was. When the lady 
asked him who was calling, he told her 'a colleague.'"

"Not like I even care, but what lady?" Amy asked.

"He sounded like he had been asleep, and then there was 
a lady's voice, not like a young woman, but older and 
deeper, like she was in her forties or fifties. She made 
some kind of comment like she was important to a meeting 
he was having this morning at nine. Of course, in 
Sacramento right now it's just after 5 am." I said.

"Ugh." Amy and Karen said, almost in unison. I looked at 
the clock, and it was almost time for "school." Good 
news was, we were in the last week of it for the year. 
"Last week of school!" I said. Karen smiled and Amy 
cheered.

Last week of school for us was finals week, which meant 
lots of studying and testing, because with the No Child 
Left Behind laws, our tests were a bit more strenuous 
than someone who had been slouching to public school all 
year. Not like I'm complaining. I've always been good at 
tests. I used to love taking the "Iowa Tests" every year 
or whatever. I know some people whine about not being 
good at tests, but I've never bought that particular 
crock of crap.

Maybe this isn't very politically correct of me, but if 
you're "bad at tests" that just sounds like you "don't 
know the material." Nobody write me angry e-mails about 
this, because you aren't going to change my mind. I 
believe in stuff like dyslexia and A.D.D./A.D.H.D. but 
if you knew your shit, you wouldn't be that bad at the 
test that measures your knowledge of the aforementioned 
shit. I'm sure Barry Bonds tells people he's bad at drug 
tests. But I digress.

So anyway, school stress was up, because if we didn't 
get above a certain score on the tests, not only would 
we possibly have to repeat a grade, we might lose our 
privilege of being in the program, and life would 
totally suck again. I mean, we're pretty smart kids, but 
we each have our weaknesses. Karen doesn't care for 
history too much, and Amy has no patience for math, but 
mine is that I get to learn everything first. 

In school it wasn't so bad, because I had teachers to 
ask, and other kids, etc. Here, though, I'm working 
without a net. Karen can ask me stuff, and Amy can ask 
the two of us, but I'm totally on my own here. And just 
for the record, calculus was invented by Nazi torturers 
during The Holocaust. I mean there's no other 
explanation for it! Algebra wasn't THAT bad, Plane 
Geometry was interesting, Trigonometry was really rough 
until I got the hang of it, and Physics was downright 
fun, but Calculus is like slamming my head in a goddamn 
car door. Arrgh.

We also had to find someone to proctor our year-end 
tests, because this part actually required input from 
the adult who had supposedly been there every day. They 
had to put in their social security number, and print 
out a page that they had to sign and mail to a certain 
address saying we weren't cheating, etc. I had been 
planning to ask Lola, but I kept forgetting when she was 
here, due to other things on my mind.

So we got through the day of school. I called Lola at 
lunch to tell her about the Dad fly-by tonight, as well 
as ask her if she could help us out by proctoring our 
finals which would be on Thursday and Friday, all day. 
She sounded delighted.

"Should I wear my schoolteacher outfit?" She asked 
playfully.

"I'd love that, but it might make it hard. For me to 
concentrate, I mean." I fumbled. She laughed, a 
genuinely happy laugh, deep in her throat. Can women 
"chortle?" That sounds so masculine. 

"I'll see you tonight, then, William." She drew out my 
name for emphasis. Will-yum.

"Buh-bye." I said carefully. We hung up. Whew. I'm never 
sure how that's going to go, I realized. It's kinda fun.

After school we cleaned up the house some, made sure the 
master bedroom wasn't a mess, and basically got ready 
for the Dad visit.

I got ready for Jenni by changing into something non-
pajama like. (You should see us. If we're not going 
somewhere, or company coming over, we dress like crap 
around the house. Clothes with holes or old stains that 
never came out are par for the course. At least for me. 
This time of year Amy goes close to just undies, but 
Karen at least puts a little care into her outfits, 
making them match, making sure they are clean, etc.) My 
matching basketball outfit had what was basically a hole 
bitten in it, so I just grabbed some cargo shorts and a 
button-up shirt.

Karen was in the kitchen when I came back down, but Amy 
was nowhere to be seen.

"Be careful tonight, ok?" Karen said, with an 
unmistakable note of sadness in her voice.

"I will." I said. "Are you ok?"

She smiled weakly. "Not really, but I'll deal with it."

I hesitated, torn. She pushed me towards the door. "Go, 
you're not making it easier."

"I'll be back later." I said.

"Just be careful, ok? She's probably going to be all 
over you." Karen said sadly.

"Ok." That's kinda the idea, I thought to myself. This 
is too complicated.

We are definitely on opposite sides here. Karen and Amy 
want me to stay "untouched," but masturbation is 
starting to not be enough anymore. Karen has gotten me 
hard several times now without even meaning to. Even Amy 
gave me an erection that time with the lip licking! I'm 
becoming sexually aware of my sisters. THIS ISN'T 
NORMAL! I have to find some new focus for my desires and 
sweaty fantasies or I am going to lose my mind. Period.

I hugged Karen briefly, and left. I felt like an 
absolute bastard. What am I supposed to do?

I drove to the pizza shop, and walked in to find Jenni 
waiting. Her hair was up in a big bouncy ponytail, 
stabbed across with a pencil. She had on a white linen 
shirt with a deep, deep, v-neck. Her breasts were wedged 
together, looking absolutely delicious, and she was 
wearing a little pleated cotton skirt and white thigh-
high nylons with sneakers. She had a clipboard, and was 
chewing playfully on a pencil, grinning at me with 
perfect teeth. It was like what a stripper would wear on 
"schoolgirl night." Any other time, I might have rolled 
my eyes, but at the moment, this was exactly what I 
wanted to see.

Her eyes sparkled as she asked me "Ready?"

""Sure," I smiled, and she slid her arm in mine, twirled 
me around, and marched me right back out the door.

"I thought we were doing this here?" I said, a bit 
surprised.

"No. Here, it's too, uh..." She glanced quickly back 
over her shoulder. "crowded."

Her breasts rubbed against my elbow as we walked. "I 
already scouted out the perfect place. The local 
community college has a three-story library with study 
rooms. We'll go there."

I was just thinking to myself that it sounded like I was 
actually helping her with homework, when she added. 
"They never check those study rooms. I guess they think 
no one would misbehave in a library!" She laughed. My 
cock twitched.

We walked up to the Mustang. "OOoohhh, sweet ride!" She 
exclaimed. "Very nice!"

She ran her hand lightly along the roof. "What were you 
saying about horses?" She grinned at me.

"What were you saying about a three date rule?" I asked, 
my heart pounding.

She pouted a moment, then grinned lasciviously. "Get in 
and drive." She commanded in a husky voice. Sandi's 
desire to suck me in the car flitted through my head, 
but I didn't really expect anything like that from 
Jenni. At least not this quick.

I got in, to find her already perched in the passenger 
seat, legs crossed demurely, seat belt buckled, her 
hands and clipboard in her lap. It was interesting, I 
thought. Even when she's trying to look innocent, she 
radiates sex like a flashing neon sign. "So judging by 
the fact that I gave you my number last night, and here 
we are, your date with what's-her-tits must not have 
gone very well? Or are you getting in some extra 
credit?" She smiled at me.

"It didn't go well. Last night was her chance to 
convince me that she was someone suitable for dating, 
and that didn't happen." I said, not wanting to go into 
detail.

"Oh?" Jenni said, picking up her clipboard and leafing 
through a few pages. "And what is suitable for dating, 
to you?"

I thought about this for a moment, but decided to tell 
her the truth anyway. "Well, she needs to not be a 
stupid little girl. Every time Jessica opened her mouth 
to talk, or to voice an opinion or idea, I was like 
'geez, you're an idiot.' "

"So less talking, more shutting up?" Jenni asked, making 
notes.

"No, talking is totally cool, but practically everything 
she was saying was just really, really dumb. I want a 
girl who is smart, or who is at least able to think 
properly. She doesn't have to be a genius, but she at 
least needs to know how to take care of herself, or what 
obvious mistakes to avoid. If YOU walked into a room and 
saw a loaded mousetrap on a table, you'd know to leave 
it alone. SHE might have just been like "OOH! Cheese!"

Jenni laughed.

"Sandi, on the other hand, was living like her life was 
some daytime drama and she was the star. Everyone had to 
see her and how cool she was. She blogged every single 
thought in her head, no matter how private it should 
have been. Her stepmother was SOOOO harsh, her father 
was SOOOO rich, and her body and wardrobe were SOOOO hot 
and irresistible. Everything was larger than life."

"Including her waistline," Jenni muttered.

"She was just a spoiled little girl who had watched way 
too much daytime TV, and I didn't want to become a 
character in her soap opera. I want someone real. Plus, 
my sisters read her blog, and Sandi went into WAY too 
much detail about everything, and I DO mean everything. 
On the day we met, she described her mood as 'Soaked!'"

"Classy!" Jenni laughed, making more notes.

"So it was basically a train wreck. Last night she 
almost took a bite out of me, ruined a pair of my good 
shorts instead, and got her face bashed on the steering 
wheel when a deer jumped out."

"Shit!" Jenni said. There was a moment's pause. "Wait, 
she almost bit you at the same time as ruining your 
shorts? Where was her mouth?" Jenni grinned at me 
evilly, and I blushed, hard.

"She was trying to launch a certain activity while I was 
driving. It kinda took me by surprise, but if I had 
known, I probably would have tried to stop her." I said, 
still blushing.

"Probably." Jenni repeated, in a tone that insinuated 
disbelief. I was too embarrassed to speak, but she just 
giggled. "Relax, I'm not going to tell anyone, and I 
don't use any names on my survey. My, my, my, this IS 
going to be fun."

I tried not to sweat, but my heart was hammering.

"So, anyway, tonight is all about the meet and greet, so 
this is the perfect time to introduce you to my concept 
of the Three Date Rule. It goes as follows. It's kind of 
a point system, kind of an obstacle course. The first 
date could be called Show and Tell. I'm going to ask you 
a bunch of questions, both for my project, and for my 
own dirty curiosity, because I like the way you blush." 
She grinned at me predatorily.

"If I like your answers, then I'll give you a little 
show. How big or little the show depends on how you do, 
and how much time we have." She said. I tried to smile, 
but I was almost terrified, I was so nervous.

"Second date is Jenni Says. At some point in the 
evening, I'm going to tell you to do something, and you 
have to do it, whatever it is. I might tell you to touch 
me in public, under the dinner table, or I might tell 
you to whip it out and let me play with it for a while. 
Either way, I'll think of something sexual to do, and 
you must cooperate. This is how I make sure you can take 
directions." She ticked off on her fingers.

"And the third date, if the first two went well, and I 
think you're gonna be good, I'll screw your brains out." 
She placed her hands in her lap matter-of-factly.

I was a bit taken aback. "What about romance? What about 
chemistry?"

"I got a C in Chemistry, and I'm completely over 
romance. You don't need romance to get a good fuck on. 
All I need is a guy who is healthy, horny, and hung. If 
you're all three, you win, and I'll take good care of 
you. You've never had a girl like me." She sat back, 
confident and self-satisfied. The whole idea was very 
businesslike, which at that moment, appealed to me 
greatly.

"So, basically, if I prove myself up to your standards, 
I get No-Strings Sex?" I asked, trying to make sure I 
got it right.

"Pretty much. Although there are a few strings, after 
all, IF you get to date three. You don't fuck anyone 
else while you're fucking me; this is a health reason. 
You don't tell ANYONE at the pizza shop, or any of your 
friends, because what happens between us is OUR 
business, not theirs. And, this arrangement is just for 
the summer, no falling "in love." If you can't let go 
when I say let go, then turn around and take me back 
now. I won't tolerate some stalker mooning around after 
me if I decide I'm done with you. On the other hand, I 
might decide to keep you, but don't get your heart set 
on it. Whatever will be, will be." She seemed rather 
cold about this, not to mention really conceited, but at 
that particular moment, it escaped my notice.

Sex on demand, no attachments? That's exactly what I 
thought I needed right now. I made a mental note to buy 
some industrial-strength condoms, however. It sounded as 
if I wasn't the first guy to get this speech. (I know, I 
know, you're reading this thinking Will, you idiot, 
you're going to get the clap, but at the time I was just 
concerned with transferring my lust focus to someone who 
wasn't my sister, and I wasn't really thinking 
objectively anyway.)

Besides, SOME of you are just thinking "GR4B H3R 
TITIES!! 1111"

So we get to the college library, which is the nicest 
building in the whole place. Our County Community 
College is something of a local joke. If someone says 
they couldn't get in, the usual response is "Why, did 
the check bounce?" Admission standards are LOOOWWW. 
Plus, I think this is the only college where you can 
major in locksmithing, or VCR repair, a field which must 
be BOOMING here in 2008.

We cruise past the front desk, playing it nonchalant. 
The students manning the front desk didn't give us too 
much of a look, but the old man at the back desk did the 
usual "gawping at Jenni" bit. We headed up in a rickety 
old elevator, and Jenni quickly led me to the far back 
of the top floor, where tucked away behind the last row 
of books was a small door, which led to a small room, 
with no windows, a large meeting room table, and several 
chairs.

Jenni took the seat closest to the door, placing her 
back towards it, and gestured me to take the seat 
opposite her. She perched her elbows on the table, and 
dropped her notebook onto the table with a *plop.*

I checked my watch. It was about five thirty. I sat in 
the chair opposite her, and she smiled at me. "Now, 
normally, this would be a pencil and paper survey, but 
I'm going to make it an oral survey, because I like the 
way you blush, and "oral" is fun to say." I may have 
blushed right then. She giggled, and pulled the pencil 
out of her hair, which made it flop down on her 
shoulders in a very attractive way.

She started by asking my age, and then went on to ask 
about sexual history, how many girlfriends, any 
diseases, etc. I, of course, had none of any.

"You're a virgin?" She asked, surprised. "To look at 
you, I never would have guessed it. How did a guy as 
cute as you not get any?"

"Well, I've been home schooled this past year, so not a 
lot of opportunity, I suppose. Is that a problem?"

Jenni snorted. "Hell no, it's not a problem. You 
actually get more points for that. You don't have any 
bad habits to unlearn. My, my, my." She looked 
delighted. "There might be some stamina problems right 
at first, though, but we'll deal with that problem when 
it... comes up." She gave me a lecherous look. My heart 
and my pants gave a flip.

The questioning went on, about what is acceptable sexual 
behavior; oral, vaginal, anal, bondage/S&M, watersports, 
coprophilia, and swinging.

My responses were, in order; please, please, if you 
want, no thanks/hell no, eww, huh?, and "aren't all 
those people over 50 anyway?" She didn't define what 
coprophilia was. (I looked it up later and was 
thoroughly grossed out.) She did speak up and say that 
bondage could be fun if you trusted the person who was 
conducting the training session. That sounded way too 
complicated to be any fun. That sounded like chores. I 
politely indicated that I wasn't interested, but she 
just shrugged and went on.

She asked about relationship stuff, how often should a 
couple talk (I said every day) How often should a couple 
be intimate (I said every night, ha ha) although to me, 
I always thought of intimacy as being more than sex. To 
me intimacy means sex, yes, but it also means spending 
time together, lazy mornings when you wake up, quiet 
evenings lounging, that kind of stuff. You can be 
intimate with someone, and have all your clothes on, 
right?

Jenni kinda laughed at me when I brought that up. 
"You're awfully mushy for a seventeen year old male," 
She ribbed me. "What about 'You and me baby ain't 
nothin' but mammals, let's do it like they do on the 
Discovery Channel?' "

I shrugged. "You asked what I thought."

"Oh don't feel bad, I wasn't really crackin' on you, 
it's just that I get that answer from males 30-45, not 
15-21." She said, making marks on her paper.

"You gave this survey to 15-year-olds?" I asked, a bit 
shocked.

"Well, not all the sex stuff. I just asked them if 
they'd ever had sexual relations with anyone, and left 
it at that." She looked at me over the tops of her 
glasses. "But for you, though, think of it as a job 
interview." I tried to look cool.

She glanced over her shoulder and made sure the door was 
closed, and then unbuttoned her shirt about four 
buttons. She calmly drew apart the front of her blouse, 
just barely exposing her (very nice) breasts. She was 
wearing one of those bras with no cups (yellow satin), 
so they were supported, but her nipples were uncovered. 
It was about the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in person.

She lazily dragged a finger under one nipple, which was 
already hard, so it kind of skidded gently along the top 
of her finger. I was mesmerized.

"So if you could do anything you wanted to do with me, 
right now, what would it be?" She said huskily. My mouth 
was very, very dry. "Well, THAT looks like fun." I 
rasped.

"Too bad tonight's rule is No Touching," She said, 
pouting, turning her head to watch her own nipple as she 
gently pinched and rolled it between her fingertips. She 
gave a little gasp as she pulled it slowly.

"Well, I have to tell you, Will, you did really well 
tonight. I think we're right on schedule for the Jenni 
Says. But while we're in Show and Tell, it's time for me 
to do some telling. You told me what you like, so I 
might as well tell you what I like." She released her 
nipple with a silent pop, and turned her laser gaze on 
me.

"I don't kiss. I like giving blow jobs, but no one's 
ever licked my pussy well enough to be worth the time 
spent. I like when guys play with my breasts, but too 
much foreplay bores the hell out of me. Keep in mind 
that my pussy is your goal, don't get lost in the boobs. 
Some guys want to suck and pinch all night, but it's 
like "Hey, I'm not your mother, nothing's coming out of 
there, get to the good part." You WILL warn me if you're 
going to cum, as much as you can, I mean." 

She smiled at me, and touched her cherry red lips with a 
sparkly fingernail. "If I like you, cum goes in here. It 
doesn't go here," She twirled her finger to indicate her 
face, "or in here." She lifted the hem of her skirt 
about an inch, right in front. "Cum NEVER goes there, 
but sometimes I'll let you put it here." She cupped her 
breasts and squeezed them, just a little. I could barely 
hear her over the blood pounding in my ears, which was 
amazing, because I thought it was all in my cock by now.

"I only had watersports and coprophilia in the survey 
because I wanted to see how popular it was. I find both 
of those things incredibly gross. However," and she 
looked at me appraisingly, "from time to time I find 
myself wanting a good hard dick in my ass. When that 
time comes, I will tell you. Otherwise, stay away from 
the back door, got it?" I nodded, perhaps a trifle too 
quickly. "Anyway, it will only be after I've come the 
regular way. Anal sex is definitely a "second orgasm" 
attempt, never the first shot."

She counted on her fingers. "Missionary position is best 
left for missionaries, doggy style makes me wag my tail, 
cowgirl is for good riding, and I'm guessing that's all 
you'll know, so I'll teach you others. Have you ever 
seen the Kama Sutra?"

I'd seen a fair number of pornos, but they didn't name 
their positions except on rare occasions. I shook my 
head again. Jenni grinned. "I'll teach you more than 
just lovemaking, I'll teach you how to Fuck." My watch 
beeped. I glanced down. Dammit! Right at the good part, 
it's time to leave.

"Bedtime already?" Jenni teased, stroking her nipple 
again. As turned-on as I was, the tone irritated me a 
bit anyway. I kept that irritation to myself, however. 
"My dad's flying in tonight to sign some paperwork, and 
I need to be there." I reminded her.

"Well, I'm not really in any position to complain." 
Jenni sighed, and stretched her arms up over her head, 
making her breasts bounce a little. "When are you 
available next? I hope it's soon."

I took a few deep breaths as she re-buttoned her blouse 
to where it had been before, and bit the inside of my 
cheek in an attempt to get my erection to subside a bit. 
Something must have worked, because I could feel it 
begin to droop from 90 degrees to an easier-to-conceal 
30 degrees (give-or-take a few degrees.)

We stood, she scooping up her notebook, me trying to 
adjust my pants so that the bulge would be less 
noticeable, and we walked to the door of the study room. 
Before I could open it, the knob turned, and the old man 
from behind the desk stuck his head into the room. He 
and I both seemed equally surprised.

"Um, just checking to see if you folks were alright," he 
stammered. 

"Yeah, we were just LEAVING," Jenni snarled at him. He 
backed out of the doorway, and skedaddled.

"Yuck." Jenni spat. "He was probably hoping to sneak a 
free peek or something. Old creep."

We went back down the squeaky elevator, and passed the 
front desk without any more interruptions. On the way 
out to the car, Jenni said "Well, we won't be able to 
come here again."

"Oh?" I said, stupidly. I had been momentarily 
hypnotized watching Jenni's butt swish back and forth in 
her little skirt all the way up the stairs to the 
visitor's parking lot.

"Yeah, Grandpa Munster there was onto us. Or at least he 
wanted to be onto me. Did you see the way he stared when 
we went in? and then just "happening" to barge into our 
room without knocking?" She said, annoyed.

"I guess you're right." I said.

"Oh, I'm always right. Don't you worry." She flashed me 
a big ol' smile as she got into the car. I failed to 
notice that arrogance, and got in my own seat. I started 
the car, and we drove back towards the pizza shop.

"So the little chubby girl tried to give you road head 
and a deer jumped out?" She said, teasing.

"Yeah," I grunted. Not a moment I was proud of.

"Can't blame her, really. Sitting here right now it's 
all I can think about." She looked at me appraisingly. 
My cock twitched and started climbing. (erection 40%)

"Oh?" I asked, my heart hammering.

"Oh, yeah," Jenni breathed, undoing her shirt again. The 
sun had begun to set, but there was still plenty of 
light in the sky, so she turned her upper torso towards 
me and played with her nipples again. "Pulling your 
shorts down, putting my lips on your cockhead and just 
slurping you right down." (erection 60%, becoming 
visible as a bulge, even with my legs pressed together 
attempting to hide it.)

I had already adjusted my erection down my right pant 
leg when I got in the car, but it was rising as a thick 
bulge along the inside of my leg. I took a deep breath.

"I can't wait to taste your cum." She sighed. "God, I 
wish I hadn't decided to be good. I'd be sucking on that 
cock right now." She leaned over and looked at my bulge. 
(erection 80%, plainly visible.) "Oh my, oh my. THAT 
looks nice. REALLY nice."

"Um, heh, I, uh..." I stammered.

"You ARE a big boy, aren't you? Awesome! That's one of 
the bigger lumps I've seen, in person I mean. My, my, 
my." She leaned down very close. "Mmmmm."

I could practically feel her breath on my leg, even 
though I was wearing pants. My heart thundered in my 
ears. Luckily, we reached the pizza shop. "Here we are!" 
I gasped.

"Tomorrow night! You HAVE to go out with me tomorrow 
night, so we can get to the third date on Thursday." She 
said, seriously. She reached over and clutched my 
erection firmly. I felt like I was going to come right 
there. "Oh my god," She moaned. "It's thicker than I 
thought. Tomorrow night! Say it!" She gave me a sexy 
squeeze.

I groaned, half with embarrassment, half with sheer 
animal lust. "T-tomorrow n-night."

She stroked my bulge with a huge smile on her face. "We 
are going to have so much fun, I swear to god."

"What happened to the no touching rule?" I said weakly.

"I didn't realize how big your cock was, that's what 
happened. And I mean, I've seen a few cocks, you know, 
around, but this is a keeper. Whew." She reluctantly let 
go, and quickly buttoning her blouse, got out of the 
car.

She walked around to the driver's side window and 
motioned for me to roll it down. Once I did, she leaned 
in a bit, giving me a magnificent view down her top. 
Even though I had seen those breasts exposed twice 
tonight, the cleavage was still exciting. "Tomorrow 
night at six we're going to the mall, and you'd better 
not have a curfew, that's all I can say, because you're 
going to be late. Now I told you tonight was Show and 
Tell, and you passed with flying colors, so roll up your 
window."

I did, and she quickly turned around, flipped up her 
skirt just enough, and bent over, pressing her ass right 
up against the window. God, it was nice. A moan escaped 
my lips as I involuntarily stroked my side of the window 
glass with two fingers. She made a heart-shaped 
silhouette of pressed flesh. Ass cheeks, perky little 
pucker, and I could see just a hint of pussy. 

As she bent over, as if to tie her shoe, more of her 
pussy rotated into view, and therefore contact with the 
glass. It was downright beautiful. I've seen some 
pussies (on film) before, and this was so far one of the 
top ten I'd ever seen. Not too big, soft outer labia, 
spread apart by pressure against the glass, allowing 
just a peek of rosy pink flesh between. A small trace of 
moisture blossomed on the glass. 

I may have moaned "Holy shit!" but don't hold me to it. 
As she reached the bottom of her bend, I could see she 
was shaved bare. No pubic hair, not even razor bumps. 
Clean as a whistle. Maybe she used that Veet! stuff, or 
maybe she'd been shaving a long time, but god damn. I 
was smitten.

Much too soon, she was standing up, blowing me a kiss 
and a wink, and strutting away. I took me a minute to 
realize I was sitting there with my mouth open, and 
another two to remember that I was in a car, and another 
five before I could get a hold of myself enough to drive 
away without hitting anything.

As I drove dazedly home, I couldn't think of anything 
but pouty pink pussy, separated from my yearning fingers 
by a few millimeters of tinted auto glass. WOW!! I don't 
care what was on my schedule tomorrow night, but I'm 
going with Jenni. Her attitude and bossy arrogance were 
forgotten in that display of deliciously forbidden 
flesh. My mouth watered, and my erection practically got 
tangled in the steering wheel all the way home.

When I got there, Lola's convertible was snuggled right 
up against the house, and Dad was just getting out of 
his silver Celica. He had a suit on, although the tie 
was loosened, and the coat was thrown over his arm as he 
stood. He looked older. I parked beside him, giving him 
enough room to back out and leave (as soon as possible, 
we all hoped.) Delicious memories of Jenni paled quickly 
in the searing light of sheer uncomfortableness.

As I killed the engine and got out warily, he grinned at 
the car. "I'm glad someone is getting some use out of 
that car." He said insincerely. He looked at me for the 
first time in almost a year and a half. "Goodness, who 
is this handsome young man?! Could it be William?"

He came over and crushed my hand in a solo handshake 
contest. "Dad," I admitted.

"So my condolences about Mrs. Klemp," he said, as if 
continuing some conversation we had already started. "I 
hope they're taking good care of her." This sounded at 
least somewhat sincere, but the whole "this is such an 
inconvenience to me" flag was still flying. "Yeah, me 
too." I said, and went to pass by him to go inside.

He grabbed my shoulder, but quickly let go when I 
turned. "Hey, Tiger, I need a quick briefing before our 
little powwow here. This "Lola" person. What is she 
like? Can she be trusted? Will she do right by you 
and... the girls? Gimme your gut feeling, here." He 
leaned on her convertible and studied me, his head 
tilted.

"Well, she's Mrs. Klemp's daughter. She's a licensed 
estate law attorney, so she's very smart, she just moved 
back here from Chicago, and you're sitting on her car." 
He had the good grace to hop to his feet.

"Where is she going to be living?" He asked. "She has 
her own place, right? Because I'm certainly not inviting 
her to live here."

"She's living in her mother's house." I said. "Currently 
she's trying to find good homes for all the cats."

"Taking over the old homestead, eh?" He cracked his 
knuckles and looked at the large gold watch on his 
wrist. "Ok, I guess it's show time." I followed him to 
the sliding glass doors, which had the curtains drawn. 
"For your sake, I hope she's not TOO much of a goody-
goody." He muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

The words died on his lips, however, for when he opened 
the door to go inside the first thing either of us saw 
was Lola in a power suit. High heels with pantyhose, a 
tight knee-length skirt, a tailored blazer over what had 
to be a lace camisole, Lola looked A-MAZE-ING. "Hoooof!" 
Dad spoke/exhaled.

She was standing over in the dining room, talking to 
Karen, who was also dressed nicely, with black jeans and 
a fitted blouse. Karen's hair was up in a hairclip of 
some kind, so it cascaded down the back of her head and 
over her shoulders in a gorgeous flood. Amy was on her 
knees on a dining room chair, hunched over the table 
reading some of the paperwork spread out there. Amy was 
just wearing a t-shirt and shorts, although her hair had 
been wrestled away from her forehead and pinned into 
place with two bright pink barrettes.

Karen saw us first, and her facial expression alerted 
Lola, who turned fully towards us. She walked over, 
smiling, and extended her hand to shake.

"Mr. Humbert, I'm Dolores Klemp." She smiled politely as 
she shook his hand. She seemed aloof, professional. 
"Thank you for coming."

"No problem, no problem," He said, looking her up and 
down while shaking her hand. "And call me Don."

I slipped around him while he was leering at Lola, and 
went to join the girls. Karen gave me a strained smile, 
while Amy shot me a look like pure venom. "How was your 
date?" she asked quietly.

Fun. Sexy. Intimidating. Lustful. Dangerous. "Short." I 
finally said.

"Good." Amy said, grimly satisfied. Karen took my hand 
and didn't let go. When I looked at her face she looked 
like a big ball of stress. "You ok?" I asked gently.

"No," she said quietly. "This is really awkward. Do you 
see the way "Dad" is looking at Lola?"

I had, so I nodded without looking again. I rolled my 
eyes.

Still holding onto my hand, Karen led me over to the 
table. "Lola got all the paperwork ready, but they're 
not going to be able to sign all of it tonight. Two of 
them need to be notarized."

"Some of this stuff is cool. Legal guardianship, papers 
so she can take us to the doctor if we need it, stuff 
like that." Amy said. The minute I got close, she jumped 
up and squeezed me really tight. "I'm sorry about the 
date comment. I'm glad you're home."

"Me too." I half lied. The memory of Jenni Under Glass 
sent some warmth blossoming into my crotch for just a 
moment.

Amy pulled me down into a chair at the table, and Karen 
quickly slipped into the one at my right, still 
clutching my hand. Our table usually had six chairs, but 
right now four were on the same side, and number six was 
pushed back against the wall, so it was four on one 
side, and a single chair on the other. "Geez, you made 
sure Dad knew which side he was on."

"Well *I* don't want to sit with him." Amy muttered.

The chit-chat between Dad and Lola had just about ground 
out, so we sat as they turned towards the table. Lola 
must have known what was up, because as she turned, 
Dad's eyes went straight to her ass and he pursed his 
lips momentarily in an "ooooh" gesture. Lola shot us a 
wink. She walked around the table and took a seat next 
to Amy, who scootched right up against her.

As Dad sat at the table, he tried to charm my sisters. 
"Karen, you remind me very much of your mother," he 
began. 

"Sorry." Karen said blankly, and he blanched. "I meant 
you're growing up into a beautiful young lady." He said 
in a colossal understatement.

"Thanks." Karen said in the same colorless tone. He gave 
up and turned to Amy.

"And you ..." He started.

"Amy," Amy said flatly. A hurt frown creased his 
forehead. "Of course, I know who you are!" 

Amy just shrugged and looked down. Dad was at a loss for 
words, so he looked to Lola, who simply began explaining 
the paperwork. After she was done, he looked at me. "Is 
this what you guys want?"

"Yes," Karen said quietly.

"Yes," I said firmly.

"Absolutely," Amy said emphatically.

"Definitely." Lola said warmly. She put her arm around 
Amy and squeezed her shoulder. Amy relaxed a bit, and 
put her head on Lola's shoulder. "You've got some 
fantastic kids here, Don. They're smart, kind, 
independent, and really great. They asked me if I would 
be their guardian and I'm absolutely honored to do it. 
They don't even seem to need any supervision, they're so 
mature. But when I moved back here, they made me feel so 
welcome and appreciated that I can't help but love them. 
I promise to take the best care of them they've ever 
had."

Amy's face made it clear that that was a low hurdle to 
jump over, but Lola's sincerity was obvious. Dad's 
expression was a little hard to read, but he picked up 
the pen and started signing things. Two of the papers 
were set aside, but he still signed about six things.

"The last two we'll have to have notarized. When is your 
flight out?" Lola asked.

"Nine a.m.," Dad said quietly, just staring at the 
paperwork.

"I found a place that's a state vehicle inspection 
station, but the owner has a snowplow and landscaping 
business, so they open at six. Do you know where 
McCloskey's is?" Lola said, businesslike.

"Yes." Dad said. He shook himself out of whatever 
melancholy had been setting in, and tried another pass 
at Lola. "With it almost bedtime for the kids here, what 
do you say we discuss things over a nightcap? I know a 
nice little place just down the road."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Humbert, I don't drink." Her tone seemed 
to say 'I don't have sex either.' She gathered up the 
papers briskly. "Besides, I have to get home and feed 
the cats. Thanks for coming home on such short notice, I 
know you must be very busy."

He waved his hand dismissively, still smarting from 
being shot down so effortlessly. "No problem," he said 
weakly.

"So if we meet at McCloskey's at 6:30, that'll give us 
time to sign, plus the hour drive to the airport so you 
can get there an hour before your flight time, the way 
they insist." Lola said, the papers now neatly stacked 
in front of her.

"Great," Dad said, looking as if he had been slam-
dunked. Which of course he had.

Lola stood and gently adjusted her suit coat. "Well, 
I've got to go check on the cats. Let me say goodnight 
to Will and the girls, and I'll see you at McCloskey's."

Dad nodded, and stood as well. "I've got to bring my 
suitcase in from the car anyway. I'll see you then. And 
thanks." He left the room and headed out through the 
kitchen.

When we heard the sliding door close, a very quiet 
celebration took place. Amy leaped up and started doing 
a touchdown dance, Karen clasped her hands in front of 
her and beamed, and Lola and I just grinned like idiots.

"We did it!" Karen said, and jumped up to hug Lola, who 
hugged her right back. I grabbed Amy up in my arms and 
spun her around as she squealed.

"At rast I have you in my crutches!" Lola quipped. Karen 
giggled and gave her an even bigger squeeze. "You're 
officially ours now." She said, and kissed Lola on the 
cheek.

Lola blushed heavily. "I can't remember the last time I 
was this happy. You guys are amazing, and now you're all 
mine." I put Amy down, and she immediately slammed into 
Karen and Lola for an even bigger hug. It took them a 
moment to disentangle, and I stepped in to put my arms 
around her. "Welcome to the family. Officially this 
time."

"Mmmmm," she sighed in my ear. "Don't let go, ok?" I 
held her close, while Amy and Karen high-fived and 
jumped around. All the nervous tension they had when Dad 
arrived evaporated in spontaneous celebration. Lola 
stole the opportunity to give me a quick peck on the 
lips, which made me jump. She quickly stepped back, 
blushing, but smiled at me shyly when she saw I was 
grinning. I wagged a finger at her gently, but gave her 
an even bigger smile. "Any time." I reminded her. She 
blushed harder, and punched me on the shoulder.

"You keep saying that, and you might eventually convince 
me. I'm not made of steel, you know." She said quietly. 
I just laughed.

Noise from the kitchen let us know that Dad was back. We 
sobered up, and Karen and Amy took off upstairs. I 
assumed they were gone for the night.

Lola swept up the papers and stalked into the kitchen. 
"Goodnight, Don, I'll see you at McCloskey's in the 
morning." Dad had set down his suitcases, and he leaned 
on the counter as he watched her leave. I drifted into 
the kitchen, aware of my role as emissary between the 
family and Dad.

"I was expecting some frumpy librarian with a brown 
sweater and thick glasses. You might have warned me that 
she was a stone cold fox." Dad said to me, perhaps a bit 
annoyed. I shrugged indifferently. "Didn't seem 
relevant." I said.

Dad looked closely at me. "I seem to be getting the cold 
shoulder here."

"Sorry," I said, my voice calm. "But you have to admit, 
you're a stranger around here." I pulled out a barstool 
and sat at the kitchen island. "You've been home how 
much in all these years?"

"I've been trying to provide for your kids," Dad said 
defensively. "It's a rough world out there, and I've 
been trying to make sure you have whatever you need. I 
didn't have it this good when I was growing up." He 
waved his hand to indicate the house. I put up my hands, 
gesturing for him to calm down.

"Nobody's blaming you for anything right now," I said. 
The hell we aren't. "But if everyone seems a bit stand-
offish, it's just because you don't live here. You're a 
good provider, but it's not like you've really been a 
father."

"Do you know what my dad did for a living?" Dad asked me 
quietly. I shook my head. How the hell would I know 
that?

"He sold vacuum cleaners door-to-door eleven months out 
of the year. We only ever saw him in January, and we 
were still dirt poor. At least you kids enjoy a 
substantial amount of luxury." Dad said, with some heat.

"And we're grateful for that, don't get me wrong. VERY 
grateful. We know how busy you are, and we know that 
you're doing it to provide for us." THAT was a lie. 
Whew. "But it's always a little awkward when you're 
home." I smiled and shrugged, to show him that there was 
nothing he could do about it. He seemed placated.

"Well, alright. Just for a second there, it felt like I 
was on goddamn Dr. Phil." Dad settled down. "Anyway, I 
told you that something big was up. Here it is." He 
flipped a business card across the counter towards me. I 
picked it up.

"Humbert Consultation Services, LLC." I read. "You're 
leaving WorldCorp? Or SysCon or whatever?"

"It's TransCo now, but yes. Son, you'll never get rich 
working for someone else. I'm starting my own company, 
doing exactly what I'm already doing, only as an outside 
consultant. I've even managed to keep almost all of my 
former clients. It turns out that lots of companies will 
pay an outside consultant three times as much for 
information they wouldn't listen to from their OWN 
employees. I'd be a fool not to snap that up." He sat 
back, seeming very proud of himself.

"Wow," I said, subtly feigning awe. "Sounds pretty 
good."

"It IS good." Dad said, still gloating. "Someday I might 
finally be able to retire a rich man. Then I'll - I mean 
WE'LL travel the world, swim with sharks, hunt 
elephants, or whatever the hell it is rich people do all 
day."

I think most of them WORK. That's the type of behavioral 
pattern that got them rich in the first place. "Sounds 
exciting." I said.

"I'm actually making a few rounds this week and the 
next, making sure I've got my best clients on board, so 
when I finally split I've got all the contacts I've 
worked so hard for." He said smugly.

"Was that what was going on when I called you?" I asked 
nonchalantly. I didn't look at him.

He froze for a moment, but then chuckled. "Not exactly. 
That was something else. Just strengthening a business 
relationship. Heh."

He must think I didn't hear anything, I realized. It 
wasn't worth goading him about it, so I just let it go. 
"Well, good luck on the new business. I hope everything 
works out well." I gave him back the card and stood, 
stretching. "If you'll excuse me, It's been a long day. 
I think I'm going to turn in."

Dad waved his hand. "Go ahead, champ. I'm still a bit 
jet-lagged, so I'm going to sit up for a while. Is the 
master bedroom set up or do I need to get sheets?"

"I'm sure Karen got it aired out and put fresh sheets on 
for you." I said.

"I'm a bit surprised how much she looks like her 
mother," Dad said, half to himself. "But I guess I 
shouldn't be."

Not sure how to respond to that statement, I said 
goodnight and left. As soon as I got upstairs in my 
room, though, the door to Amy's room opened, and both 
Amy and Karen, dressed in their PJ's, crept out.

"It's so creepy having him here!" Karen whispered to me. 
Amy nodded.

Karen was wearing her usual sports bra and boxers, but 
Amy had on an old Rainbow Brite T-shirt and pink socks. 
She scratched her hip as she asked me "Is he going to 
bed or what?"

"He said he's jet-lagged, so he's staying up." I said, 
also whispering. I pulled off my shirt over my head and 
chucked it towards my hamper. "How about you two?"

"We're not sleepy." Amy insisted.

"And we both missed you." Karen admitted, smiling shyly 
at me. "You've been gone several evenings out of the 
past week, and we missed our big brother."

"Wanna play a board game? We could play in my room, 
where he'll be less likely to hear us." Amy suggested, 
grabbing my hand.

I had been thinking about Jenni ever since the Pussy 
Under Glass show, but suddenly I was reminded of my 
sisters. How selfish had I been? I'd been almost 
ignoring them, and usually we're inseparable. "Lead the 
way." I said, smiling. I went to grab a t-shirt, but 
Karen grabbed my other hand. "No," She said quickly, 
then smiled. "It'll be a pajama party!"

"Well, let me get my 'pajamas' on then." I said, 
disentangling myself from my grabby siblings. Usually 
this time of year, my pajamas just consist of my boxer 
briefs. I felt a little weird changing clothes in front 
of my two (very attentive) sisters, so I grabbed a pair 
of running shorts and trotted to the bathroom to change. 
I usually wasn't this self-conscious, but they were both 
looking at me, so I suddenly felt embarrassed to just 
drop my pants. "Get the game set up, I'll be in there in 
just a minute," I said. Karen nodded, Amy gave a tiny 
pout, and then nodded.

As I shut the door and turned on the lights, I looked at 
myself in the mirror. I've never thought of myself as 
all that attractive, but sometimes you see yourself in 
the mirror and you're happy with what you see. I flexed 
a tiny bit, feeling utterly ridiculous, but otherwise 
pleased with how I look. "Not bad," I admitted near-
silently. I dropped my cargo shorts and stepped into the 
running shorts. I grabbed a comb and tried to get my 
hair to lie down, and then went through the door into 
Amy's room. 

There was a blanket spread out on the floor, and Karen 
and Amy were laying/sitting on either side of a Clue! 
board. Amy still had her hair barrettes in, but Karen 
had removed her hairclip, her hair spilling down over 
one shoulder, leaving one side of her neck bare. I was 
struck again by just how gorgeous Karen is, and when I 
glanced at Amy, I could see what a beautiful young lady 
she was quickly growing into.

I was glad I had put on running shorts instead of just 
wearing my underwear. Getting aroused by my sisters had 
me not trusting my body to behave anymore. I sat at the 
end of the board where they had their feet, but they 
both switched around until their heads were almost in my 
lap. I quickly laid on my stomach. The two of them 
scootched right up against me, Karen sighing happily, 
Amy putting her head on my shoulder. "Mmmmm." Amy said. 
"I wish we could go sit on the couch the way we normally 
do."

"Am I being ambushed?" I asked playfully. The game board 
was now upside down to the three of us, so I reached up 
and spun it 180 degrees. "Not ambushed, just...loved on. 
We missed you." Karen purred. Her breath came right in 
my ear, and my cock leapt, at least as far as it could 
with me laying on it. Yeowch.

"So how did your date go? What did you guys do?" Amy 
asked uncomfortably, trying to play it off coolly. I 
answered it about the same way. "Well, we went to the 
community college library, where I took the survey for 
her psychology class. Then I drove her back to the pizza 
shop. We agreed to go to the mall tomorrow night, and we 
were talking about Thursday night too, but I don't know 
what we're doing then." The hell I didn't. I hoped and 
prayed I knew what we'd be doing then.

"Every single night?" Karen asked, hurt and annoyed. 
"When do we get to see you again?"

"No fair!" Amy said, also hurt, also annoyed. She tried 
to grab me in a headlock. "I want my brother back, you 
big jerk!"

"Amy, not so loud." Karen cautioned, trying to pry Amy's 
arm from my neck. "But she's right, Will. We miss you 
big time."

"You just got done promising us that you weren't leaving 
us behind, and now you tell us you're not coming home 
again!" Amy growled. I felt terrible, but how could I 
possibly explain this to either of them? 

Let's recap: If I don't fuck somebody, I'm going to lose 
my mind, or worse. Lola seemed receptive to my clumsy 
charms, but I didn't think she'd just "do it". Plus, I 
care about Lola. She's not to be used like a Kleenex and 
then thrown away. Lola was worthy of romance, and 
sincere feelings, and love. Right this moment, I don't 
have time for that. I have a BEAUTIFUL 14-yr-old sister 
lying along my left side, and a cute 9-yr old climbing 
all over me on my right. A guy in the throes of hormone 
poisoning doesn't have time for romance.

Jenni represented just sex and not much else, and seemed 
to be exactly what I wanted. She was a sure thing, she 
was ready to go, just hot sweaty monkey-sex. I thought 
that she would be the solution to my problems. 

Another factoid: After the shampoo incident in which 
Karen saw my cock, I had been unable to picture anyone 
else during my masturbation fantasies. I couldn't get 
Karen out of my head, and to make things worse, Amy was 
starting to creep in there too. Twice now (once in a 
dream while I was dozing one morning, once in a waking 
fantasy,) Karen's lush imaginary body bouncing atop me 
or writhing beneath me had morphed into Amy's slim 
athletic body. The fact that it felt so right scared me 
even more. I was having full-on sex fantasies about BOTH 
my sisters, and it felt good. I must be insane!

So my normally exacting standards for possible 
girlfriend material had been trashed, and I was trying 
to score with Jenni as soon as possible. If I actually 
have sex with someone, I can stop thinking about anyone 
else, right? Right? We now rejoin our memoir, already in 
progress.

Karen got Amy's arm unwrapped from my throat, and I held 
Amy at arm's length, tickling her until she had had 
enough.

"You're not off the hook," she gasped as she lay there. 
"We miss you a lot, you know. You promised."

"She's right. You did promise." Karen said, looking up 
at me with her big gorgeous eyes. She leaned against me, 
and I smelled the now sexually charged scent of 
strawberry shampoo. I swear my cock went *clunk* against 
the floor as it tried to rise.

Amy clambered onto my back, and lay down on top of me as 
if I were a surfboard she was paddling out to catch a 
big wave. She smelled of soap and a little bit of sweat. 
When she spoke, her breath came right against my neck, 
just under my ear. I almost jumped out of my skin as she 
said "Thursday night, bring her here."

I flinched away from the ticklish and arousing feeling 
of her breath. "W-what?" I stammered. Bad idea, bad 
idea! Thursday I'm having my first sex with Jenni. 
"Here?" I croaked. Amy's weight on my butt ground my 80% 
erect cock against the floor.

"That's a great idea." Karen said thoughtfully. "We 
could have a movie night here, and get to know Jenni. 
Right now I'm sure we're only thinking the worst of her. 
If we get to meet her, we'll get to see she's a real 
person, not just some skank who wants in your pants."

But she IS just some - I started to think, when Amy 
leaned down and exhaled a full breath of warm air right 
on my neck again. I squirmed and scrunched up my neck. 
"AMY! Stop that!" I said, as loudly as I dared.

"Look at you!" Amy giggled, and clamped her legs around 
my hips. "I wanna do it with my tongue this time! Karen, 
watch him squeal!" Oh crap. Not the tongue.

I panicked. I forcefully bucked up and left, which 
tossed Amy over onto Karen, who gave a loud squawk. I 
hopped up on all fours and scuttled a few feet away. Amy 
rolled off on the other side of Karen and hit the floor 
with a clunk. I got a split-second flash of her naked 
ass as she went over. Amy wasn't wearing any underwear.

"What are-" Karen cried, but shut up when she looked 
over at me. Her jaw dropped and her eyes bugged out. I 
looked at her for a second, confused, until I followed 
her line of sight. My dick was sticking about two inches 
out of the bottom of my left pant leg. I mean granted, 
they were shorts, but two inches of thick plum-colored 
cock was plainly visible. I dropped painfully onto my 
chin as I attempted to use both hands to cover and 
adjust, balance be damned.

When I looked back up, Karen had clamped both hands over 
her mouth, and what portion of her face was visible was 
burning red. Her eyes bored into me, wide and wild. Amy 
sat up behind her, rubbing her elbow. "Oww. You suck."

Right about then, Karen remembered to breathe, her 
nostrils heaving air in and out. The blush crept down 
her neck and shoulders. Amy got up on her knees. "What's 
wrong with you guys? What happened?"

I floundered. "Umm, uh, I think Karen bit her tongue?!" 
I gasped, still laying flat on my arms, as I attempted 
to tuck it back in my pants. Running shorts are a lousy 
tool for masking an erection. Blue jeans, sure, but 
running shorts pop out like a freakin' pup tent.

My cock positively ACHED. Mostly from being ground into 
the floor like a chisel, and partly because of 
strawberry shampoo and hot breath on my neck. Had I 
known that Amy was going commando, I'm sure it would 
have been even more raunchy to have her straddling me 
and clamping on. I tried to breathe deeply.

Karen was still beet red, but she nodded frantically. 
"Mm hmm." she whimpered, still staring at me wild-eyed. 
As I winced at her helplessly, she shakily looked away 
and put her head down on the floor weakly.

Detective Amy hadn't given up yet. "So why are you all 
red too?" she fixed me with a piercing stare.

"Um, I was really ticklish, and then my back popped, and 
it really hurt." I lied clumsily.

The look on Amy's face said she wasn't buying it. I 
pulled my hands out from underneath my pelvis and tried 
to nonchalantly position them normally. I also arched my 
back and twisted slightly right and left, in an attempt 
to corroborate my alibi.

Karen still had her face pressed to the floor. I wasn't 
expecting any help there.

"Professor Plum in the Dining Room with the Lead Pipe." 
Karen said, muffled.

"What?" Amy said, looking at the board. "We're not even 
playing yet."

Karen shot me a look that said, simultaneously "Here's 
your excuse." and "I KNOW YOU."

"So make your move, and let's get started." I stammered. 
I crawled back over to the board, as gently as I could, 
and laid down again, on my cock. I mean stomach. Hell, 
both.

Amy looked at the board, and then back at us. "I'm still 
missing something, aren't I?"

I shook my head. Karen again came to my rescue. 
"Actually, I'm surprised you haven't gone to pee yet."

"What?" Amy asked, confused by the shifting of topics. 
"What does that have to do with..."

Karen interrupted. "I saw you drink a HUGE glass of iced 
tea at supper, and you haven't peed once. Don't you need 
to pee?"

"I..." Amy started, but her forehead squinched up with 
concentration. Karen's powers of suggestion did their 
magic. "Dang it, now I DO have to pee."

She scrambled to her feet and stumped off quickly to the 
bathroom. I relaxed slightly, but Karen went completely 
limp on the floor. "My god," she whispered. Propping 
herself up on one elbow, she fanned herself with her 
other hand. "What is WITH you?"

"I'm so sorry." I whispered back. "I swear I can't 
control it!"

"But over Amy?" Karen whispered, staring at me.

"Hey, you BOTH cuddled up to me, and then she started 
licking my neck. It was too much!" I laughed nervously.

"It really isn't funny." Karen shushed, looking 
concerned.

"Are you kidding? It scares me to death!" I said as 
quietly as I could. "I love the two of you, but I'm only 
human."

"Are you ok now? Does it hurt?" Karen breathed, and I 
realized her concern was still for me, not necessarily 
over my erection being caused by her and Amy. She was 
more concerned about me being hurt than about the 
overall impropriety of it. My cock was still mostly 
hard, and pressing against the floor firmly.

"Yes. And then no." I lied for her sake. She shot me a 
sideways look. "You can't keep doing this to me, you 
know."

"Huh?" I said.

"Whipping it out in front of me. I just about had 
another heart attack." Karen grinned, embarrassed. "I 
mean my god, you could scare a girl to death." She 
fanned herself again.

I had no idea how to respond to that, but then Amy came 
bouncing back into the room.

"Let's get this party started!" She said, and slammed 
down onto the floor again. We set up the board and 
played.

Before too long, Amy was falling asleep in between 
turns, so Karen and I decided to call it a night. I 
scooped up Amy, one arm under her knees, one arm under 
her shoulders, and picked her up to carry her to her 
bed. As I turned, Karen made a face, but kept her 
silence. I tucked in Amy, and Karen scooped up the game.

Karen motioned for me to follow her into her room. I did 
so. "Did you KNOW she was bare-ass under her night 
shirt?" Karen hissed. 

"Not until she fell over you." I whispered. Karen rolled 
her eyes and grinned. "Our little nudist." She said.

"I remember." I also grinned. Karen looked like a dream 
in the dim light. I was suddenly wondered what it would 
be like to kiss her. Would it be like when Lola kissed 
me? I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and turned to go. 
"Well, goodnight."

Karen grabbed my arm. "Not yet. I want a hug." I put an 
arm around her shoulders and gave a little squeeze. "No, 
a real hug." she said, and grabbed me close in a full-
body hug. I could feel her breasts against my chest, and 
her pelvis against mine. It was wonderful. Luckily my 
cock didn't respond, already tired from being ground 
into the floor all night.

I just held her there, breathing in her scent, in the 
dim light of her bedroom. 

Before she let me go, she kissed me on the cheek gently. 
I almost moaned.

"Thanks. I need more of your hugs, but that will do for 
tonight." She turned away from me, and I watched her 
hips sway as she walked to her bed. "Goodnight," I 
breathed, and stumbled to my room.

I lay awake in my bed for a while, my mind a whirl. Had 
I ever been so content to just live in a moment? Would I 
ever be again?

What was that other girl's name? Oh yeah, Jenni. 
Whatever. Maybe I could just use her for some sex, but I 
already suspected that my heart belonged to Karen. I 
eventually drifted off to sleep, but I dreamed that 
Karen and I floated through a rose-colored sunrise 
wrapped in each other's arms, her head laying softly on 
my chest.

***
Chapter 5 - Jenni Says/ Hot tub with Lola/ Jenni's 
Surprise
***

I awoke Wednesday morning feeling pretty darn good. I 
got up, got my shower, etc, and got dressed, all in kind 
of a happy haze. My cock was about 20% hard, not enough 
to poke out, but it felt good just to walk around. Every 
movement of my body felt like someone was gently rubbing 
my dick.

I put on "school clothes," and went downstairs to find 
Lola and Karen in the kitchen. Lola was wearing another 
suit, Karen was wearing another tight t-shirt over jean 
shorts. It was a very attractive scene. Karen and Lola 
were sharing a little pot of hot tea, and talking 
quietly. They both smiled when I came in.

"There he is!" Lola whispered theatrically. "Let's talk 
about something else, quick!"

Karen laughed, and took a drink of tea. Her eyes 
sparkled at me over the rim of her cup.

"So how'd it go?" I asked, pulling out some bowls and 
looking for spoons in the dish drainer.

"We signed the papers this morning, and he took off for 
the airport." Lola smiled.

"Sweet!" I said.

"He even found time to make another clumsy pass at me." 
Lola snorted.

"Well, can you blame him?" I asked, at the same time 
Karen said "Duh!"

Lola glanced at us both. "What?"

"Of course he would." I said. "He's a major dog."

"And you look absolutely fabulous." Karen said, turning 
her cup around in her fingers.

Lola blushed. "You guys!"

I selected a box of cereal out of the cabinet. Amy tends 
to like chocolate or neon shapes, but Karen and I tend 
to like things with nutty/oaty clusters. 

"You have to at least be honest with yourself." Karen 
said, looking slyly at Lola. "You're smokin' hot." 
Lola's jaw dropped open.

"Did you have breakfast yet?" I interrupted. Lola 
blinked and looked at me, her face still rosy with her 
blush. "Umm, no ... not yet."

"Would you like to join us?" I set three bowls down on 
the counter and went to the fridge for some milk.

"I can't have dairy this early or I get stomach aches 
all day." Lola winced. "Sorry."

"I could make you something else, like eggs or grits. I 
think we have a cantaloupe in the fridge." Karen said.

Lola waved her hands, smiling. "I really appreciate the 
offer, but I need to get going. I want to get the 
paperwork to the courthouse first thing. Plus, today is 
the day they're having a consult on whether or not Mom 
can be moved to a skilled care facility, or if she's 
just going to stay at the hospital." Her face fell.

Karen was instantly concerned. "That doesn't sound 
good."

"It isn't. The fact that they're even talking about 
keeping her at the hospital at this stage probably means 
they don't expect it to be for very long." Lola sighed. 
The happy flirty mood that was in the room had now 
totally evaporated. Lola stood. "You guys make me so 
happy that I forget all my problems. I wish I could just 
stay here and... . I don't know."

Karen stood and put her arms around Lola. "Come here."

Lola put her head on Karen's shoulder. "You smell like 
strawberries." She pouted.

"Our school is done on Friday. Do you think I could go 
visit Mrs. Klemp on Saturday?" Karen asked.

"That would be fine, but I have to warn you, she doesn't 
know who anybody is. Last time she was able to speak she 
thought I was her sister, Claire." Lola said sadly.

"I know, but I want to see her... if only to say 
goodbye." Karen sniffed.

Lola held her tightly. "I'd almost rather you not visit 
her, to remember her as she was, not like this, but it's 
up to you."

"I think I'd like to see her." Karen said.

A loud clunking and banging upstairs meant that Amy was 
awake. Karen and Lola separated gently, both of them 
holding back tears. "Are you still going to be able to 
proctor our finals for us tomorrow and Friday?" Karen 
asked gently.

"I wouldn't miss it." Lola tried to smile. "What time 
does it start?"

"If you were here at 8:30, it would be fine." I said. 
"We'll have breakfast on, and then get to class."

She wiped her eyes, and tried a shaky smile. "Ok. This 
sounds like fun."

"Boring fun," I said. "You're mostly going to just sit 
and make sure that we're not cheating."

She shrugged. "I call that fun. You should try being a 
lawyer sometime. THAT can be boring." She looked at her 
watch. "Geez, I gotta get going."

"Well, gimme a kiss first," Karen said, and hugged her 
tightly again, kissing her cheek gently. Lola gave a 
little happy shudder. She kissed Karen's cheek in 
return, and then turned to me.

I grabbed her in a giant hug and twisted, sweeping her 
off her feet and dipping her down, like Gone With The 
Wind. She squealed, surprised, and clutched at me. 

"Miss us, ok?" I said, and lifted her back up. I hugged 
her close, where once again she bit my earlobe. "Mmm 
hmm." she breathed in my ear. When I let her go she 
swatted my shoulder. "You," she said, a real smile on 
her face now.

She took two steps towards the living room and called 
"Bye, Amy!" Way off upstairs I could hear "BYEEEE!"

Lola said goodbye to us and left. "I really, really like 
her," Karen said.

"We got SO lucky." I agreed.

"Who knew that Dad's willingness to throw us away would 
work in our favor?" She said.

I nodded. "He's an ass."

"I really like Lola, though." Karen smiled.

"She doesn't make you feel... funny anymore?" I watched 
her closely.

"No, she does, but I've decided it's a good feeling. 
It's harmless, I'm sure." Karen seemed to glow happily. 
She smiled to herself, and then at me. "How about you?"

"Umm, no comment?" I blushed. Karen laughed. "You're so 
red." She said.

Amy thundered down the stairs and came bounding in. 
"Crap, she's gone! I was hoping she was still here 
talking with you guys."

"You just missed her," I said. "She'll be back tomorrow 
to proctor our finals."

"That's pretty cool," Amy said, getting out her neon-
colored cereal. "So we can cheat and stuff?"

I knew she was kidding, so I just said. "Sure."

We ate breakfast quickly, and the day began.

After school, we did our usual chores around the house. 
Karen started some laundry, Amy vacuumed, I took out 
some garbage. Long ago, we had divided up the chores 
along the lines of what we hated the least. I don't mind 
taking out the garbage, Karen likes the laundry because 
it has brief periods of activity followed by long 
stretches of relaxation. Amy likes making lines in the 
carpet with the vacuum cleaner, plus it's loud. 
Everybody's happy.

Soon, perhaps all too soon, it became time again for me 
to get ready for my second date with Jenni. The girls 
once again reverted to their moods. Karen looking sad 
and worried, Amy looking pissed off.

Amy manifested her mood by glaring at me while I shaved, 
and then vanishing somewhere. When I got to my room to 
get dressed, there was an outfit of clothing laying on 
my bed. It looked pretty good, but when I went to put it 
on, I found that someone had clumsily sewn the zipper 
shut. This would have to be Amy's doing. I broke the 
threads, guilty with the knowledge that I would probably 
be breaking their trust tonight as well. It's not as if 
I had a choice. I HAVE to do this, right?

On one hand, I'll be lying to my sisters, and trying to 
score with an obvious slut.

On the other hand, I'd be lusting after my sisters, 
instead of treating them with the kind of respect that 
they deserve. That seems like a MUCH larger betrayal of 
trust. That sounds like a fundamental breakdown of our 
entire lives. 

So, the slut wins. I went downstairs.

Karen was once again in the kitchen. She was sitting at 
the island, with a pencil and paper, but the moment I 
entered, she crumpled up the paper tightly. She sighed.

"Is everything ok?" I asked gently. She gave me a glare 
that lasted an instant, but immediately softened into a 
look of sadness. "No." She said.

I sat down beside her. "Wanna talk about it?"

She opened her mouth, and for a second, it looked as if 
she was going to open up, but then she shut her mouth 
with a snap. "Not right now. I'll... I'll just say this. 
Remember when I said I was basically ok with you dating? 
I think I lied." She looked up at me, searching for a 
response.

"I remember that when you said that, you also said you 
trusted me." Oh great, you big jerk, lay on the guilt. 
And you KNOW you're lying to her about all of this.

She crumpled a bit. "I trust you, but it's not enough. I 
don't trust the girls you've gone out with, and no 
matter how strong you are, they've got the advantage 
here. Like Amy said, enough tries and they WILL break 
you down. You're just a guy."

"I'll try to keep that in mind." Why was I being so cold 
and defensive to her? She was right, but she was still 
reaching out to me. Not very deep down, I wanted sex. 
Yes, I wanted to make my sisters happy, and yes, I 
wanted to love them the way they deserve, but I also 
wanted SEX. I think I reacted this way because I felt I 
was really close to sex with Jenni, and I didn't want 
anything to get in my way. Karen was obviously in some 
emotional stress about this, but right at that second, I 
didn't much care.

Karen ran out of words. She just sat and looked at me, 
heartbreak plain on her face. I forced myself to take a 
deep breath. "I'm sorry you feel that way, but I don't 
really know what else to do." I said, not unkindly.

She gestured at the pencil and the crumpled paper. "I 
sat here trying to coral my thoughts, to write down how 
I feel, and I can't make it make sense. I love you, and 
I care about you, but when I see you going off on dates 
with Sandi or Jenni, I just die inside. I don't know 
what to call it. And it's not just anybody. When Lola 
looks at you like she's imagining you naked, I don't get 
so upset or feel sick inside. But these girls I don't 
know just drive me crazy.

I could read Sandi's blog and know something about her, 
albeit bad, but Jenni is a total mystery. I know she 
challenged Sandi right to her face about you, but other 
than that sterling example of character, I don't know 
anything about her, and I feel like it's really 
important that I should. She feels bad." Karen hit her 
hand on the table, and then seemed to realize I was 
sitting there.

"You must think I'm crazy. Maybe I AM crazy." She put 
her elbows on the kitchen island and her head in her 
hands.

Surprised by her outburst, I just sat and thought about 
it. "She feels bad?"

Karen said softly "Will, you are the greatest, kindest, 
most awesome guy in the entire world, and you deserve a 
girlfriend who is at LEAST half as cool as you are. I 
don't think Jenni is it. She doesn't seem like a nice 
person, she's rude to people, even if it was just Sandi. 
I haven't met her, but she gives me a bad feeling."

"I'm bringing her to the house tomorrow night, remember? 
Maybe she'll turn out ok."
I put my arm around Karen and she leaned into me. She 
sighed. "I'm sorry, Will. I'm still not really ready to 
talk about all this, I just... . don't know what I'm 
doing."

"All of that was you NOT being ready to talk about 
this?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah. It's really complicated, and I'm still trying to 
decide if I'm insane or not. Depending on whether or not 
I'm sane, I'll tell you about it as soon as I figure it 
out. Please be patient." Karen closed her eyes, and put 
her head on my shoulder. She smelled nice.

"Did Amy do anything to sabotage you?" Karen asked after 
a moment.

"I think she sewed my zipper shut," I said.

Karen snorted. "Smart girl." 

I shrugged.

"Amy has been invited to Michaela's birthday sleepover 
on Friday night. I told her it was ok with me if it was 
ok with you." Karen said.

"Sure." Friday night, last day of school, why not? Wait, 
why did I recognize the name Michaela? Probably nothing.

"Listen, don't pay too much attention to me, ok? Go have 
fun, but please be careful." Karen said, her voice very 
small. "I don't have any right to make you stay home 
when I can't even figure out what I'm trying to tell 
you."

Sweet. "Ok, but the minute you figure it out, I want to 
know, ok?" I patted her on the shoulder. She sighed.

I stood, and looked down at her for a moment. She was 
looking at her hands, not meeting my eyes, but she 
looked very sad. I knew that I was hurting her somehow, 
but I couldn't make myself care. I was so full of 
thoughts about sex with Jenni that I was ignoring Karen, 
who I deeply loved. I know this looking back, but right 
then it seemed less important than getting to the mall 
with Jenni.

I said goodbye and left quietly. I'd like to be able to 
say that I struggled with it all the way to the mall, 
but in reality I was pretty much blind to anything but 
Jenni.

I called Jenni on my cell, and she said to meet her in 
the food court. Ah, the food court, hotbed of gossip. I 
imagined what all the little high school friends of 
Sandi and Jessica would make of this.

Tonight was Date Two: Jenni Says. I wondered what that 
would mean for Our Hero.

I walked in, and saw her immediately. She was leaning 
against the edge of a table, dressed to kill. Tiny 
little purse, apparently made of glass or clear plastic. 
Platform heels with straps up her calf, a leather micro-
skirt, and an emerald green camisole so tight you could 
see where her belly button was. Her earrings looked like 
little showers of silver, and she had a small diamond 
necklace, sparkling right against her collarbone. I had 
never noticed it before, but collarbones can be sexy. 
Her hair was down, her eyes were sparkling, and she was 
wearing pearly white lipstick, you know, the kind that 
makes it look like she's got cum on her lips. My heart 
hammered at the very sight of her.

I walked up to her, but before I could say anything, she 
reached out, grabbed my belt, and pulled me right up 
against her. "There you arrrrre." She said in a 
singsong, minty fresh.

"Hi." I stammered. She still had her hand on my belt, 
which means her thumb was on my fly, and her four 
fingers were actually down inside my pants.

She tossed her hair to one side, tilted her head, and 
looked up at me. "Did you enjoy the show last time?" She 
pouted.

"God, yes," I said, as steadily as I could. "I barely 
made it home."

"That's what I like to hear," she purred. She wiggled 
her fingers gently, inside my waistline. "I've been 
trying to think what to do for tonight. I know I said 
tonight would be Jenni Says, but I think I 
underestimated my desire to just get it on. Once again, 
I'm tempted to just waive the rules and fuck your brains 
out." She looked up at me and licked her lips, which 
reminded me firmly of Amy. My knees almost buckled.

I suddenly remembered Karen and Amy, both in thoughts of 
a sexual nature, and secondly, in thoughts of my own 
responsibility towards them. I swallowed in a very dry 
throat.

"Well, I don't think it would hurt to exercise a little 
self-control. Let's go walk around or something," I 
said. "We could always sneak away later."

She blinked, and then looked at me with no expression. 
"Dammit, you're not supposed to be all mature, you're 
supposed to say "ok.""

"Was that the test?" I asked, surprised.

"No, that was just me being too horny. But you're right. 
We need to go walk around. If we stay here like this 
I'll just end up sucking your dick in the middle of the 
food court." She said this matter-of-factly. I just kind 
of stared at her. I honestly don't think she was 
kidding.

She clicked her tongue, released my belt and stood, 
tilting her head to one side, and stretching her arms up 
over her head, which made her breasts lift up and 
together. "Mmm!" she grunted, and did a little twirl. 
"You ready?" She purred.

Hell, yeah. "Yep," I said, and followed her into the 
mall.

She grabbed onto my arm and strolled along beside me. 
"So what did you and the kids do last time you were 
here? The chubby girl and her naked redhead."

"We looked at the pet store, and Spenser's. They also 
shopped for... umm... swimsuits," I mumbled.

Jenni laughed out loud. "Oh my god, no they didn't. 
You're kidding me! Let me guess, they had a little 
fashion show and you had to pick your favorites."

"Pretty much," I said sheepishly. Jenni laughed again. 
"That is SO Hannah Montana."

She squeezed my arm. "Well, I can't really blame them 
for trying, but that's still pretty childish."

"It had its moments," I said. "but yeah, overall, kinda 
goofy."

She bit my shoulder playfully. "I'll give you 
*moments*." She looked around. "What to do, what to 
do..."

I cleared my throat. "By the way, Karen and Amy are 
insisting that I bring you to the house tomorrow night."

"What?" She said, seeming shocked. "They want us to fuck 
at your house?!"

"Well, they don't know that there's going to be any... 
activities, but they are insisting on meeting you." I 
could feel her disapproval.

"Will, I'm not interested in meeting the family. I hope 
I made that clear already." 

"Still, I have to do this. I live with them, I can't 
have them freaking out and hating me. It won't be for 
long, they just want to meet you." I said.

She growled. "When I'm about to rock your world, you 
want to have a tea party with your little sisters." She 
let go of my arm.

"Come on, it won't be that bad."

She sighed disgustedly. "I wish you had a pair of balls 
to go with that big cock. Then you could just tell them 
NO."

An insult. I gritted my teeth and tried to let it pass. 
"All I'm saying is, once they meet you, if they think 
you're nice, they'll get off my back. I have to live in 
that house, and lately they've really been putting the 
heat on me. I'm thinking an hour at most, and then we 
can excuse ourselves, find somewhere nice, and do 
whatever we want."

She growled angrily, then let out a long puff of air. 
"So I've got no choice in this, right? You're going to 
let your little sisters boss you around."

I was starting to get angry. "I'm trying to get them to 
relax a bit. This will work out good for all of us."

She sneered. I had expected some resistance, but she was 
also really being a bitch about it. I frowned. "Did I 
mention this is important?"

"Shit!" She spat. "Fine."

I looked at her as she pinched the bridge of her nose. 
"You better recognize that you owe me big time. You just 
lost a lot of points for this little stunt." Stunt? Why 
you - "But I'll just make you work it off tomorrow night 
after we're done babysitting. You are officially in the 
doghouse."

If she hadn't already promised to fuck me, I probably 
would have told her to go fuck herself. I mean, it's not 
like I was asking her to come to Church and meet Jesus. 
I was asking her to come to my house and meet my 
sisters. Bitch. I tried to calm down.

"What are you frowning about? I said I'd do it." She 
snapped at me. I gritted my teeth again. Well, was I in 
this or not? I sighed.

"Where were we?" She said, and stalked off. I followed, 
allowing myself to be mesmerized by the right-left 
right-left sway of her hips. I kept trying to tell 
myself that it was all worth it.

"Man, what a mood-killer." Jenni sighed, "Let's try and 
start over, ok? Geez."

"Alright." I said flatly. Jenni turned around and 
grabbed my arm.

"Ok, so I was trying to think of something sexy to make 
you do for me." We walked up to the big fountain at the 
center of the mall. After admiring it for a few moments, 
Jenni stamped her foot. "Dammit, now I have to pee. Wait 
here." and she strutted off. I sat down on one of the 
benches provided and rethought the situation. 

"Buddy, what's your secret?" Came a strange voice. 
Startled, I looked around. There was a janitor in his 
fifties (I guess) standing behind me with a grubby 
cleaning cart.

"Pardon?" I said, not in the best of moods.

"You're here the other night, strutting around with 
double jailbait, and now you're here with an internet 
porn star. How do you do it?" He leered at me.

"You must be mistaken." I stated, and turned my back on 
him again.

"No, I'm sure I've seen that girl naked. Dubya-dubya-
dubya dot-" 

"You MUST be MISTAKEN." I said firmly, cutting him off.

"Fine, fine. You know your own business, I suppose." His 
hoarse voice sounded hurt. I heard a series of squeaks 
as he trundled away. What the hell was that all about?

After a moment it occurred to me that maybe I should 
have let him finish that web address, just in case he 
turned out to be right. I turned around to look for him, 
but Jenni arrived at that moment. "Back!" she announced.

I took a deep breath and decided I was still in the 
game. I stood and waited patiently.

She looked around, calculating. Her eyes lit up when she 
spotted our local coffee bar, Grounds For Approval. 
(Starbucks wanted to get into the mall, but since the 
mall management has a strict no-competition clause, 
Starbucks had to buy a storefront down the road. If you 
want faggy coffee in OUR mall, it's strictly G.F.A.) 
"Come with meeeee." She drawled evilly, and led me 
towards the smell of roasted beans and chocolate.

We stood in line for a minute or two. She kept looking 
at me over her shoulder and giggling. When we got to the 
register, one of the *baristas* (that means coffee 
bartender) took her order, which took several seconds to 
dictate. It was a "large Cafe (something) with 
(something something), half-caf, blah blah steam."

While I was watching them do their little pipe 
organ/steam engine thing to make her drink, her cell 
phone rang. She dug it out of her purse and walked away. 
When the guy in the apron was done, he set this tall cup 
on the counter and looked at me pointedly. "It's for 
her." I said, pointing to Jenni, who was now at least 
twenty feet away, hunched with the cell phone against 
her ear.

"That'll be $7.50." The guy said. I looked at him in 
surprise. "We take credit, if you need to."

"Jenni!" I called. Damned if I was - she waved her hand 
at me impatiently.

"That'll be $7.50, *sir.*" the guy said again, glaring 
at me. Crap. I dug out a ten, and handed it to the guy, 
who proceeded to bump the tip jar on the counter when he 
handed me my change. I ignored this, carefully grabbed 
the hot cup, and walked over to Jenni.

She shut her phone with an angry growl. "Dad burned his 
hand on the oven and needs me to come back and close the 
shop." She took the coffee from my hand without a thank-
you.

"Well, is he ok?" I asked, concerned. "How bad is it?"

"He said it's like a second degree burn, all blistered, 
but nothing like cooked or anything." She sighed.

"Is he going to the hospital?" I asked.

"Pfffft!" she said. "He's probably going to go home, pop 
the blisters, put ice on it, and then drink the pain 
away. The shop's open for another three hours or so, so 
I've gotta go sit behind the register and make sure Fat 
Lenny actually delivers something. Shit."

"Looks like fate has conspired against us tonight," I 
said.

"Maybe not. Listen, I need a ride to the shop, and we 
can still do Jenni Says." She said, blowing on the 
coffee with her white-edged lips.

"You need a ride? What about your car?" I asked.

"Don't have one right now. Took a taxi up here." She 
sipped and made a face. "Let's go."

We got to the car, and I beeped it to let us in. As I 
pulled out, I remembered something she had said to Sandi 
when we were at the mall that first time. "I thought you 
said they couldn't make coffee they way you liked it."

She chuckled lecherously. "True, but that's where you 
come in."

"Me?"

"Yeah. Turn right, up here." She pointed to a secondary 
road off the main road. It connected back up to the main 
road further down, allowing access to several old 
homesteads and at least one auto junkyard. I turned, and 
slowed immediately for the poorer grade of asphalt. 

It had been an old truck road about fifty years ago, so 
there were a few wider areas of the shoulder, designed 
for logging trucks or whatever to pull aside to let 
traffic or emergency vehicles go by, back when this was 
the only road. Instead of a guardrail, it had thick 
rusty cable strung along wooden posts down the right-
hand side of the road where the hillside dropped off.

"Pull off on one of those wide areas, and give us about 
three feet between the posts and your car." She said. 
"This is your big test."

"Ok," I said, suddenly a bit nervous.

I soon found a wide spot (I think they are called 
turnouts) and parked the car as she asked. She unbuckled 
her seatbelt first, then mine. Turning to me, she curled 
up against my right side. "Ok, here's what you have to 
do. Get out of the car, and stand between the car and 
the guardrail." She breathed into my ear.

"Ok," I said, a little lost. Slightly paranoid about 
this, I pocketed the car keys as I got out. At least I 
can't get left by the side of the road.

I walked around to the passenger side, as she opened her 
door and made a show of getting out. She held her coffee 
up high as she shut her door behind her, and she then 
balanced the coffee cup on top of the wooden post at my 
right knee. Removing the lid, she stepped back level 
with the passenger side mirror.

She put one hand on her hip, and her eyes sparkled as 
she said "Now, Jenni Says I want you to pull out your 
cock, and jack yourself off. When you cum, I want you to 
shoot it into my coffee without spilling a single drop."

My penis gave a twitch, but it wasn't erect yet. I 
looked around, making sure there were no houses or 
anyone to see us. "Umm," I croaked. "Someone might come 
by."

She shrugged and pouted. "We'll just have to hope they 
don't. I need your cream in my coffee, Will. Can you 
make me some?" This last was delivered in a pouty, 
little-girl voice, and my penis was already halfway up.

I shifted. "Are you going to stand there and watch?" She 
grinned and nodded. "I'm going to give you something to 
think about."

She then carefully squatted down, and spread her knees 
wide. I could instantly see that she wasn't wearing any 
panties, because her puffy pink slit was immediately 
exposed. She put one hand on the car for balance, but 
she used her other hand to finish hiking up her skirt in 
the back, so her naked ass cheeks were sitting directly 
on her heels as she squatted there in the gravel.

She rubbed her open palm against her pussy, reaching 
back underneath herself, trailing her fingertips over 
her anus, cupping her pussy in her hand for a moment. A 
little moan escaped her lips, as she tilted her head and 
looked at me. "Jenni Says get your cock out."

My heart thundered in my ears. I was extremely nervous. 
This was going to be the first time I had intentionally 
let anyone see my penis. Jenni slowly rubbed her pussy, 
letting her fingers tease and open her pussy lips 
slightly. My cock practically vibrated with excitement.

After throwing one more quick look around, I unzipped my 
pants and pulled them open. I was already hard enough 
and long enough that I wasn't going to be able to pull 
it through my fly, so I had to shuck my pants down a 
bit. I braced my feet apart so they didn't fall all the 
way to my ankles. Reaching down, I pushed down my boxers 
and pulled out my penis.

"OOoooh!" Jenni squealed appreciatively. "Look at YOU! 
My god!"

I (somewhat sheepishly) stroked my cock, tilting it 
upwards. Jenni's eyes were glued to my meat, and she 
started stroking her pussy with more vigor, actually 
trailing fingers through it, instead of just rubbing on 
the outside. "Mmmmm, yeah. Rub that gorgeous cock! 
Squeeze it for me!"

I spat in my hand a few times and started masturbating 
for real, watching her finger herself and rub her clit. 
She had her mouth open, panting, her eyes wide as she 
stared at my dick. "Make it cum for me! Gimme some of 
your hot cum!" She moaned, working her fingers harder 
and harder in her pussy. I know I was enjoying watching 
her, but it looked like she was REALLY enjoying watching 
me as well. We continued. "Your dick is SO big! I can't 
WAIT until tomorrow night. Oh my god." She groaned.

Pretty soon the good feelings started getting stronger. 
I was going to cum, and it was going to be moderately 
hard. My breath came in short gasps, my hips bucked and 
twitched involuntarily, and I had to concentrate on 
keeping my balance. My dick was almost nine inches long 
now, my cockhead a nice rosy plum color, as I beat it 
firmly. "In the coffee?" I grunted.

"Right into my coffee, Will! Don't spill any!" She 
panted, pulling on her pussy lips and clit as she thrust 
two fingers deep inside.

I looked, but the coffee was only down about a half inch 
from the top. "I might overflow it, but I'll do my 
best." I lurched over towards the cup, but she cried 
"Wait, don't do it yet, I want to hold it!" She stood 
clumsily and darted over, squatting again, so her face 
was level with my cock. She grabbed the coffee cup and 
held it low in front of me, clutching it in both hands. 

The sight of her flushed face looking up at me 
expectantly was all I needed. I stepped up closer to her 
and pointed my penis right down into the cup. I could 
feel the warmth from the coffee rising to meet the head 
of my cock an inch away.

I went off like a shotgun. My first shot actually 
splashed a few drops of the coffee out onto her hands, 
but she didn't flinch. Her eyes were glued to my cock, 
and she had a huge smile on her face. "Oh, yeah, baby, 
gimme more!" And I did.

Squirt after squirt after squirt went into her cup as I 
fought to maintain my balance. I grunted with the 
pleasure as my balls emptied themselves, and by the time 
I got to the point where I had to milk it out, the cup 
was near overflowing, like I had predicted. Her look of 
delight now included a shade of amazement. "Holy shit 
that's a lot of cum! Wow!" She gulped. "I didn't think 
you were serious when you said you'd overflow it!"

I staggered back and leaned against the car, gasping for 
breath. My legs and arms were shaking. I don't think I'd 
ever had an orgasm standing up before. It's hard.

"Not only are you hung like a horse, you cum like one 
too. Geez!" She laughed. She got unsteadily to her feet, 
and put the lid back on her coffee. "You're definitely 
somebody special, aren't you?" 

She carefully placed the cup on the roof of the car, and 
stepped up right in front of me. She leaned against me, 
gently nipped the side of my neck, and grabbed my dick 
like it was a handle, using the hand she had kept on the 
car for balance. She tugged on me gently. I may have 
moaned. "And you're still mostly hard! Excellent!" She 
tugged it a few more times. "I should probably take care 
of this for you, huh?" She purred.

Suddenly I could hear a car or something driving up the 
road towards us. "Somebody's coming!" I blurted, and 
disentangling myself from her, I put my erection away 
and fixed my pants.

"Fuck!" She spat, and glared down the road. "Ok, we'd 
better get to the pizza shop. Goddammit! I was having 
SUCH a good time!"

A tow truck growled into view, coming up the hill. I 
stumbled around to the driver's door and found my keys. 
The driver of the truck pointed to me as if to say "need 
any help?" but I waved him off. Jenni gave him the 
finger. She carefully grabbed her cum-coffee and got 
back in the car.

When I started the engine, she put the cup in a cup 
holder and sighed. "Now I'm all hot, but I have to go to 
work. That totally fucking sucks."

"Well, at least you don't have to drive right now." I 
tried to cheer her up. "I'm a little groggy here."

"You poor, poor thing." she pouted, laying a hand on my 
leg. "But I gotta admit, you put on one hell of a show. 
Mmmmm." she sighed. "Your cock is magnificent!" A moment 
passed in silence.

"Wait, a minute. You're right!" She perked up. "I'm not 
driving, am I?"

"No." I said, still fuzzy from the orgasm. Where was she 
going with this?

She scootched around in her seat for a minute, and 
pulled her right knee way up, bracing it against the 
passenger side door. Reaching under her seatbelt, she 
hiked the front of her skirt up to her waist, once again 
exposing her pussy, which now looked puffier and a 
little swollen. "You just keep us on the road, Will. I'm 
gonna pet my pussy for a while." she purred, leaning 
back and closing her eyes.

I had a hard time concentrating on driving. When there's 
a beautiful girl masturbating right next to you, it is 
hard to ignore. Jenni used her left hand to press down 
on her mons and tickle her clit, and she used her right 
hand to spread her pussy lips and slip two fingers 
inside. "Ooooh, yeah." She moaned. "I'm still wet from 
watching you." She bit her lip and moaned, as her 
fingers curled into her pussy, stroking in and out. 

I could actually hear little sticky wet sounds as she 
worked her fingers in and out of herself. Her nipples 
stood out from her camisole like rocks. She arched her 
back and whimpered, both hands working even harder. "Uh, 
unh, unh, yeah, yeah, oh." She grunted rhythmically, her 
hips thrusting at her invading fingers.

I don't remember any of the drive. Literally, I may have 
just stared at her the entire time.

As her moans and grunts increased in speed and volume, 
she called out to me. "Will! Pinch my nipples! Do it 
gently!" I reached across with my right hand, backwards 
clumsily, and carefully squeezed one, then the other. 
She squealed. "Yes! A little harder!" Her right hand was 
practically a blur, her slick fingers hooking in and out 
of her pussy. 

"Almost there, oh my god, I'm almost there!" She cried, 
gasping for breath. "Grab my hair!" I shifted, and 
grabbed a big handful at the back of her head. "Pull!" 
She gasped, writhing in her seat. I pulled it, a bit 
gingerly, I'm afraid. "I said PULL IT, motherfucker!" 

I didn't yank it sharply, but I pulled firmly, so hard 
it forced her neck to bend back. She screamed. Her 
orgasm followed about a second later.

"OH GOD! OH SHIT!" She cried, twisting in her seat, 
bucking against the seatbelt. I maintained my hold on 
her hair, as she gradually calmed down.

Still breathing hard, she breathed "You can let go now." 
I did. "Whew." she rolled down her window a bit and put 
her face in the cool air flowing in. "That was... pretty 
damn good."

She gingerly put her knee down, and looked at her right 
hand, wet with her juices. "I wish girls could cum like 
boys. I know mine would taste really good." She said 
thoughtfully, and proceeded to suck her own pussy juices 
off of her fingers, one at a time, pulling each one out 
of her mouth with a little pop.

Riding in the car with her while she masturbated had 
been EXTREMELY sexy, but the finger-sucking almost made 
me pass out. "Haven't you seen female ejaculation?" I 
asked weakly. She made a face.

"I don't actually believe that's real. I swear they're 
just peeing. Nasty." She smoothed her skirt back down. 
"God, that was about the best. You even make finger-
fucking myself extra special." She said breathlessly.

My penis was so hard it actually hurt. I had no idea 
what to say. "Mmm, god, my pussy is still tingling." She 
cooed. "I wanna fuck so BAD."

I turned into the parking lot of Timpanelli's Pizza Subs 
and Wings! and pulled up to the door. "I think I'm gonna 
come inside and see if Pops is ok."

"I told you he's fine," she sighed. She tossed her hair, 
and made sure the rest of her appearance was 
presentable. "Ok, time to pretend like nothing 
happened."

I got out of the car, and saw her climb to her feet, 
carefully holding the cup of coffee. My heart flipped as 
I remembered she was still holding a cup of my semen. 
She shot me a flirty look over her shoulder as she 
walked ahead of me. "Shhhh." She shushed, holding a 
finger up to her white-rimmed lips.

Inside, Pops was wrapping toilet paper around his hand. 
"Hey, honey, thanks for coming in." He looked up and saw 
me as well. "What's up, Will? You don't work tonight."

"I ran into Will at the mall, Daddy." Jenni cooed. "He 
gave me a lift back here."

"Well, then thanks, son." Pops said. "I'm gonna get home 
and put some ice on this. I oughta be alrighty by 
tomorrow."

Jenni slurped her coffee and went "Mmmm," her eyes 
sparkling at me over the edge of the cup. My knees 
almost buckled. "Thanks for cumming, Will." She purred 
at me.

"Yeah, thanks for driving her out here." Pops said, 
heading for the door. "I owe ya."

"No problem," I said weakly. A thought occurred to me. 
"How're you getting home?" I asked her. She shrugged. 
"I'll get Carl or Fat Lenny to drive me." Another slurp 
of coffee.

"Bye." She waggled her fingers at me. "Thanks for the 
coffee. Call me later."

I guess I was dismissed. I looked at my watch. It was 
about eight. Maybe I could get home and spend some time 
with my girls. I headed home.

Riding in the car I was surprised to realize that I 
didn't really feel anything towards Jenni. I mean I felt 
*nothing.* Watching her cum right after I shot my load 
in her cup was really kinky, but for some reason, it 
wasn't making me any more attracted to her. I mean, she 
was still really pretty, and the sex play was pretty 
exciting, but after I cooled off, it was like nothing 
had happened at all.

You'd expect to feel warm towards someone you just had 
almost-sex with, but there was no feeling at all. After 
the afterglow from the orgasm faded, and there wasn't 
the physical hunger there, there wasn't anything else 
there either. 

It was weird. I guess the rest of my brain had already 
voted on Jenni. She wasn't that nice, she wasn't easy to 
talk to, she was bossy and condescending. But she wanted 
to have sex with me, so I was still in the game. I guess 
I thought since sex was all I was after, maybe it would 
be enough.

What I forgot at the time was that sex was supposed to 
help me get attached to someone other than Karen. I had 
forgotten why the sex was important. Looking back now, I 
realize this. As a romantic distraction, Jenni had 
already failed.

I pulled into the driveway, and parked. I trudged into 
the house, (literally) drained. 

Amy came running into the kitchen in her white bikini. 
"Awesome! You're home! Get your trunks on!" She reached 
into the freezer and turned on the icemaker. The cold 
air washing across her body made her nipples poke out. 
"Brrrrrrrr." she shuddered, and slammed the freezer 
door.

"Why?" I asked, surprised at her frenetic energy.

"Lola is coming over. She's had a bad day, and we're 
going to take care of her again. You and I are on hot 
tub duty, Karen is going to make her some supper, 
because she hasn't eaten all day." Amy shot off into the 
living room. I followed her at a more sedate pace. Karen 
was building a fire in the fireplace. As Amy galloped 
upstairs, I removed my shoes and kicked them under the 
back edge of the couch.

"Hey, you." Karen smiled at me. Her eyes were red, as if 
she had been crying. 

"Are you ok?" I asked, concerned.

Karen shrugged. "Sure."

"Have you been crying?" Now that the date with Jenni was 
over, I was once again able to make myself notice 
Karen's discomfiture.

"Damn," She muttered; then, louder: "No?" She wiped at 
her eyes with the back of a hand.

"Your eyes are all red. Are you sure you're ok?" I went 
over to her, and put my hand on her shoulder. She 
grabbed my hand for a minute, and then let go.

"Might be allergies," she lied, then looked at the clock 
on the mantle. "Aren't you home early?"

"Yeah. Pops burned his hand on the oven and called Jenni 
in to run the shop until closing." I looked around. "We 
get to entertain Lola again?"

"She called from the hospital at about 7:30. She's had a 
really bad day and sounded terrible, so I told her to 
come over and we'd pamper her again." Karen said, her 
voice clearly mirroring her unhappiness. "I think we're 
losing Mrs. Klemp."

"I'm very sorry," I said.

Karen jumped to her feet and hugged me tightly. I 
wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her in return. 
She gave a little sigh and just clung to me. "I'm glad 
you're home," she whispered.

"Me too." I just stood and held her. How could I have 
ignored her this afternoon? I LOVE her. We held each 
other for several long moments.

Amy thundered back downstairs. "Will! Trunks! Now!" She 
barked, and continued outside with a stack of big fluffy 
towels.

"I'd better go," I murmured into Karen's ear. She 
tightened her grip on me. "Please don't." She whispered. 

I held her for a moment, and then tapped her on the 
shoulder. She reluctantly let go and stepped back, 
taking a deep breath. Her eyes looked even redder than 
before.

"Is this about Mrs. Klemp, or...?" I trailed off. She 
shook her head sharply, her ponytail bouncing. She knelt 
silently and began lighting the fire she had set.

"I'd better help Amy with the hot tub. Can we talk about 
this later?" I asked. She nodded. Off I went.

My trunks were laid out on the bed. Not the way-too-
tight ones from last time, but the ones that actually 
fit. I quickly shucked my clothes and darted into the 
bathroom for a quick spot-shower. (I have this nightmare 
that I'll get into the pool or the hot tub after jacking 
off, and one of the girls will get pregnant from a sperm 
that washes off my body into the water. Not very likely, 
I know, but it might be possible. Who would want to find 
out?)

I pulled on my trunks and put back on my white t-shirt, 
and went back downstairs. Fire burning merrily in the 
fireplace, Karen absent. I went into the kitchen. Karen 
still absent. I went outside. 

Amy was arranging candles on the picnic table. "Could 
you take the cover off the hot tub for me?" She asked. I 
did, and also checked the pH quickly. It was still 
pretty close to "optimal" so I left it alone. Because it 
was a warmish evening, I turned off the heat.

"Lola didn't mention anything about the hot tub, but she 
sounded terrible, so I decided that we're making her get 
in." Amy announced. "She gets so comfy in there, she 
practically dissolves. So we get her in the hot tub, she 
relaxes and talks to us, then we go inside and eat 
whatever Karen is cooking. We finish up with relaxing by 
the fire. I'm going to try to convince her to sleep 
over, because after all, she is proctoring our finals 
tomorrow and the next day."

"You've got this all planned out." I grinned.

"She needs us to take care of her." Amy said, soberly. 
"She's got nobody, Will. Could you even imagine what 
that would feel like?" 

It was one of those moments that Amy surprised me with a 
very mature viewpoint. Usually Amy was thoughtlessly 
selfish in a friendly, harmless way, just like most kids 
can be; wanting everything her way, forgetting to share 
things like cookies, drinking all the milk and putting 
the empty jug back in the fridge, that kind of thing. 
But to hear her express genuine concern for someone else 
was touching, and I was suddenly reminded that Amy was 
growing up. She wasn't a little girl anymore, she was a 
young woman.

"No, I can't imagine that. It must be pretty bad," I 
said gently.

She walked over and put her arms around my ribcage. 
"I've always had you and Karen, but Lola's just got a 
bunch of cats in her house. It's not fair." She sounded 
very small and sad.

I sat down at the picnic table and pulled her into my 
arms. "We need to make sure she knows she has us as 
well," I said.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about," Amy said. She 
hugged me for a few moments. "I know when I feel crappy 
I can always come and sit in your lap, or hug on you, 
and pretty soon I'll feel better. You're halfway between 
a big warm teddy bear and a suit of armor. I feel warm, 
fuzzy, and protected from bad stuff." There was a pause. 
"By the way, you made Karen cry, you big stupid jerk."

I winced. "I did?"

"Yeah, because you went on your date after she asked you 
not to."

"She told me she COULDN'T ask me not to, and that I 
should go and have a good time."

"Duh, and that meant you should have stayed home. When a 
girl specifically points out that she doesn't have the 
right to ask you to do something, that means she IS 
asking you." Amy fixed me with a stare as if this was 
the most obvious thing in the world.

I felt like shit. "Oh geez, I gotta go find her and 
apologize."

Amy nodded. "Good, you should. And since Lola needs 
distraction, could you show off the goods a little? This 
ain't no convent." She pulled my T-shirt upwards, 
yanking on it until I removed it. Her face lit up in a 
lecherous grin. "Much better." She put on my T-shirt 
over her bikini. "I'll just keep this. Now go apologize 
to Karen." She swatted me and ran over the hot tub.

I rose and walked inside. Karen was wearing an apron, 
stirring something in a large pot on the stove. "I was 
thinking chicken soup and fresh bread." She said, not 
looking up. "I can get it started, and it'll cook while 
we relax, that way I can join you guys in the hot tub."

"Hey," I said gently, approaching her. She jumped and 
turned around. "Oh! I thought you were Amy coming in."

I took the spoon out of her hand and laid it across the 
top of the pot. I then turned and grabbed her gently in 
a big hug. "What-?" She stammered, and then fell silent, 
wrapping her arms around me in response.

"I'm sorry," I breathed in her ear. She sighed. "For 
what?"

"Amy said I made you cry. She said you were asking me 
not to go to the mall, even though you told me to go."

"Amy needs to keep her big mouth shut." Karen mumbled 
into my shoulder. I stroked the small of her back with 
my thumb, and she sighed.

"Well, she's certainly smarter than me. I'm sorry I 
didn't understand," I said.

"There's nothing TO understand." Karen said. "If I can't 
get up the courage to actually tell you, then it's my 
fault if my feelings get hurt. I'm the big baby here."

"Can you tell me yet?" I asked gently. Karen shook her 
head against my shoulder.

"I think I've almost got it figured out, but I'm not 
ready to talk about it yet." She said. She tried again. 
"I mean I've decided what's going on, but I'm too 
chicken to talk about it."

"You don't have to be afraid to talk about it." I said, 
squeezing her.

"Yes, I do." She quickly disagreed.

"I've always said you were allowed to tell me anything." 
I murmured in her ear.

"Not like this," she said with a small nervous chuckle.

"How bad could it be?" I asked her seriously. She pushed 
back and gave me a worried, searching look. "What if it 
was really bad?" she asked, her voice tiny. Surprised, I 
looked at her, and opened my mouth to reassure her that 
it could never be THAT bad, when Amy burst into the 
kitchen.

"Lola's here! Places, people, places!" She clapped her 
hands briskly like an angry stage director. Karen and I 
jumped, she turning back to the stove quickly, and me 
wandering over to Amy. "What WAS I supposed to be 
tonight?" I asked. Amy was pulling my shirt off over her 
head, stripping back down to her little white bikini.

"Lifeguard and Teddy Bear," Amy snapped, and threw a 
towel over my bare shoulder. "Stand here and look 
handsome!" She positioned me by the kitchen island. 
Karen looked over her shoulder at me. "Teddy bear?" She 
mouthed silently. I gave her a wide-eyed look, and 
shrugged helplessly.

Lola trudged up to the door and opened it. She was 
wearing slacks and a red brocade vest over a white 
blouse. The vest was very tight, making her bust almost 
appear to spill out of the top, where the vest did not 
button. Her eyes were red, but she smiled at us. "Howdy, 
folks."

"Welcome to the *Just For Lola* Spa and Restaurant." Amy 
said grandly. "My name is Amy, and I'll be your hostess 
this evening. May I take your clothes?"

Lola kind of goggled at her. "Goodness. I DO seem to be 
a bit... overdressed. And I must say, I've never been 
asked so politely. But I don't think I have my swimsuit 
with me." 

"Madam could skinny dip, if she wishes," Amy said, in 
the same snooty voice.

Lola blushed hard, her expression extremely shocked. 
"Um," she blurted, and shot a glance at me, then Karen.

"AMY!" Karen reprimanded. "What's wrong with you!"

"Joking!" Amy said to Karen, patting the air 
placatingly. She turned back to Lola.

"Madam will find that on her last visit, she forgot her 
swimsuit hanging in the downstairs lavatory." Amy's fake 
accent made the word sound like lava-tree. "It has since 
been washed and pressed, and is once again prepared for 
an evening's relaxation."

Lola looked impressed. "Thank you very much." She seemed 
to be getting into the charade. "And what is your 
special of the day?"

"Chicken soup and fresh bread." Karen smiled, and bobbed 
a little curtsey. Lola laughed.

"AFTER a long soak in the hot tub." Amy held up one 
finger. "I believe you have already met our lifeguard, 
Armando?" She turned and indicated me with a theatrical 
sweep of one hand.

"Buenos dias," I said, wiggling one eyebrow. Everybody 
laughed. Lola fanned herself. "Oh my." she chuckled, and 
in an exaggerated southern accent said "I do de-clay-uh, 
I find this awl so chah-min'." She batted her lashes.

"If Madam would be so kind as to disrobe, we can begin 
the evening's therapy." Amy gestured down the hallway.

"Once again, I've never been asked so politely." Lola 
smiled, and reached out to muss up Amy's hair. "But you 
can stop talking about me in the third person, cutie."

Amy grabbed Lola in a big hug. "We love you," she said 
simply. Lola immediately got misty. "Thank you, Amy." 
she hugged Amy back.

After a moment, Amy straightened back up again. "Ok, 
woman, get into your swimsuit! We got a schedule to 
keep."

"A schedule?" Karen said, putting down the ladle and 
pushing buttons on the stove timer. "That sounds REALLY 
relaxing."

"You know what I mean. Shoo!" she told Lola, who smiled, 
put her purse on a barstool, and headed off towards the 
bathroom.

"Soup's almost done," Karen said, getting frozen bread 
dough out of the freezer and banging it on the counter 
to separate the loaves. "It just needs about another 
twenty minutes. This is the first time I've tried this 
frozen bread stuff, though, so I'm not real confident 
about it."

"You'll do awesome, you always do." Amy waved away her 
concerns.

"So what exactly is Teddy Bear duty?" I asked. Karen 
raised an eyebrow and we both looked at Amy, who 
blushed.

"Look, teddy bears make you feel better because they're 
soft and fuzzy and after a minute or two they're warm, 
right? They feel really good to hug." She took a deep 
breath and continued. "Sooooo, I remembered Lola being 
very happy to get hugs from us, because she's lonely and 
doesn't have anyone who loves her. She needs us."

Here Amy began twisting her fingers with her other hand. 
"So I wanted us to hug on her to help her feel better. I 
know it always works for me, no matter how crappy I 
feel, sitting on your lap or cuddling up next to you 
makes me forget about feeling sad. Karen was going to be 
cooking, so I was going to be the Teddy Bear, but then 
you came home, and I know you can do it better than me. 
So basically I wanted to share you with Lola. I wanted 
you to comfort her the way you always comfort me."

"What makes you so sure she'll want that right now?" 
Karen asked.

"Oh, please have you seen her? She wants LOTS of things 
from Will, and she wants it "right now."" Amy gave an 
evil little grin.

"Hey, now." Karen admonished, but she too had to smile 
just a bit. "You can't know that for sure. Besides, it's 
not nice to be a tease."

"That's why I'm going with them, to be a chaperone." Her 
grin looked decidedly lecherous.

"Amy! What did Karen just say?" I warned.

"I think she meant you teasing Lola, not me teasing 
you." Amy leered.

"I meant either or." Karen said, still fighting a smile.

I made a "see there?" gesture at Amy, who stuck out her 
tongue. I could hear the bathroom door open.

Lola limped into view, wearing the same swimsuit she had 
worn on her first visit. High neck, bare shoulders, 
impossibly long legs. "My shoes gave me a blister today, 
and I accidentally popped it with a fingernail when I 
was taking off my pantyhose." She winced as she took 
another step. "Oops, I'm sorry, that was probably way 
too gross."

Amy punched me in the elbow. "Carry her!" she mouthed 
silently. I was dumbfounded. Adults don't just pick each 
other up. Lola took another step and winced again. 
"Ouchie!" She whimpered. Amy punched me harder. I sighed 
and trotted over to Lola.

"Eef Madom would permeet," I said in a ridiculous 
Spanish accent, "Armando would be honored to carry you."

"Wha-at?" Lola laughed, shocked.

"Geeve to me," I said, and swept her up in my arms. She 
gave a squeal, and clung to me. "Will!" She squawked, 
kicking her feet. Amy snickered. Karen rolled her eyes, 
but smiled.

"Armando shall be your beast of burden." I grinned, 
carrying her through the kitchen. "He will bring relief 
to your poor, tortured tootsies." Behind me, Karen gave 
a snort of laughter. Amy ran ahead of me to open the 
sliding glass door with a flourish.

"Put me down! I'm too heavy!" Lola whispered to me, 
embarrassed. She still clung to me, her body twisted 
sideways. My left arm was under her knees, my right arm 
supported her back. "No, no, no, nononono," I said. "You 
are, how you say, light as the feathers."

We swept through the doorway and out onto the porch, 
heading for the hot tub. "I haven't been carried since I 
was a little girl," Lola said, wonderingly. "It feels... 
strange."

"It seemed preferable to walking on a blister." I said, 
dropping the Armando act.

"You're very strong," Lola said quietly, touching my 
arm. I would have shrugged, but that would have just 
jostled her. "You're lighter than you think," I said.

"It is kinda neat." She smiled, and put her head on my 
shoulder. We arrived at the hot tub, and I set her on 
the side, dropping her feet into the water. "Ooooh," She 
said.

"Is it too hot or cold?" I asked, turning up the bubbles 
and jets.

"No," She shook her head. "It's really nice." Blush 
still showed on her cheeks. "Are you getting in?" She 
glanced at me, shyly.

"I think so, but first I gotta go ask the boss." I 
jerked a thumb over my shoulder. "I'll be right back. 
Get all the way in, if you want."

"Not until the lifeguard gets back," She smiled. 
"Armando."

I bowed deeply. "My heart bubbles weeth happiness," I 
said, once again in the goofy accent.

"Eww," She laughed, covering her mouth with the back of 
one hand.

"Armando has ways with the words." I grinned.

"I noticed." She giggled.

I went back inside. "Any other tasks for me?"

Amy had been setting the table, and now she threw me a 
box of kitchen matches. "Turn off the bright lights, so 
it's just the patio lights, and light all the candles on 
the picnic table. Then get in the hot tub and be a teddy 
bear."

I looked at Karen. "Everything cool?"

She made a face. "The bread dough doesn't have a cook 
time on it, it just says when it has reached the desired 
level of brown, to turn it off, so it looks like I'm 
babysitting this one."

"That shouldn't take too long, right?" I asked, 
hopefully. She shrugged.

"Get going!" Amy called from the dining room.

"Love you," I said softly to Karen. She blushed a 
little, but smiled. "Love you too."

I went back outside, turning off the overhead light as I 
stepped onto the patio. Lola was still perched on the 
side of the hot tub, looking gorgeous. She had her head 
tilted back and her eyes closed, and I could tell she 
was just lazily kicking her feet. I lit the candles 
carefully, and then went over to her. "Ready?" I asked. 
She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Yeah." She 
smiled, but before she could stand and move, I picked 
her up again. "Hey!"

I carefully threw one leg over the side, swung us around 
so I could put my other leg in, and stood up in the tub. 
I moved around to the widest seat, and sat down, 
lowering her onto my lap as I did so. I released her 
legs, but kept my arm under her back. After freeing her 
legs, I put my other arm around her waist, so I was 
hugging her under the water. "My goodness." She said. "I 
wasn't expecting to be sitting on your lap." She was 
blushing heavily.

"As lifeguard, Armando is all about the duty." I said 
softly.

"Really?" Lola said quietly, smiling. "Do you like 
working here, Armando?"

"Armando works very hard, but Miss Amy, she is a hard 
woman." I said with mock sadness. "Still, some duties at 
the "Just For Lola" spa are better than others. 
Lifeguard is Armando's favorite." I gave her a squeeze.

She giggled. "So Miss Amy doesn't treat you well?"

"She is all of the time making Armando not to wear the 
shirt." I said, giving her sad puppy dog eyes. "If 
Armando complains, he must put on cocoa butter and do 
the one-handed poosh-ups, while Miss Amy counts. Also 
she say that is illegal for Armando to bathe in the 
house, because he does not have a Green Card, so he must 
bathe outside with the garden hose."

"Goodness!" Lola pretended to be astonished. "That does 
sound harsh."

"Yes," I said sadly. "sometimes Armando feels dirty... 
inside."

Lola sighed. "Tell me Armando, what country are you 
from?" She lay her head on my shoulder.

Uh-oh. I struggled to make up a fake South American 
country. "Para...zuela?"

"Sounds exotic." Lola grinned. "You must miss it a lot."

"Sometimes I do, but then I remember why I had to 
leave."

"Oh?"

"Yes." I said with a frightened shudder. "Monkeys."

Lola broke into laughter. "How about you come work for 
me, Armando? You could be my houseboy."

"Armando can clean houses!" I said, enthusiastically.

"Not so much cleaning, as... well, I don't really know 
what a houseboy does, I have to admit." Lola said, 
puzzled.

Amy came flouncing out, holding a tall glass of 
something with ice in it. "I brought you some iced tea!" 
She called.

"I'm trying to hire your lifeguard to come be my 
houseboy." Lola admitted, her head still on my shoulder. 
She reached out and took the glass from Amy.

Amy threw a leg over the side of the hot tub and 
splashed down into it. "Well, it's only safe to warn 
you, he's a bit of a whiner."

"He says you make him bathe outside with a garden hose 
because it's illegal to bathe inside unless he has a 
green card." Lola said, mock accusingly.

Amy shrugged. "I don't make the laws, I'm not a 
congressman. Congressperson."

"I might just steal him from you." Lola said, stroking 
my neck and chest with one hand, looking at Amy.

"Pfffft!" Amy rolled her eyes. "He's always saying "Amy, 
I don't want to pose for more pictures", or "Amy, when 
can I stop rubbing?" Honestly, I don't know how I 
manage." She waved her hand dismissively.

"Goodness!" Lola snorted. "That sounds very 
inappropriate."

"Armando feels dirty again." I said in a tiny, sad 
voice.

"You poor thing!" Lola soothed, looking up at me. I 
rolled my eyes and grinned, to signify that the Armando 
joke was over. We soaked in relative silence for several 
minutes.

"Drat!" Amy muttered. She flipped over on her stomach 
and peeked over the edge of the hot tub. Seeing that 
Karen wasn't in the kitchen, she whispered back over to 
us. "Ok, you didn't see any of this!" She sprang up, 
clumsily launched herself over the side of the hot tub, 
and went running stiffly towards the side of the patio, 
over near the bushes by the dining room windows.

"Uh oh," I said, catching on. "Where did she go?" Lola 
asked, craning her neck.

"You don't wanna know." I said flatly. "What is she 
doing?" Lola asked. "You really don't wanna know." I 
repeated. I could see Amy squatting down in the bushes, 
light from one of the dining room windows making her 
visible from the waist up, her back to us.

"I can totally see you!" I called.

"Then shut your eyes!" She snarled back, not looking at 
me.

"You're right in front of a window!" I said.

"Shut up! You're not making this any easier!" She 
yelled, looking up at the stars.

"Is she peeing in the bushes?" Lola asked, half 
laughing, half incredulous.

"Maybe." I dissembled.

"God," She laughed. "Amy is SUCH a tomboy."

"Karen will kill her if she gets caught." I shook my 
head. Amy was looking down, and slowly rocking back and 
forth.

"Are you watching her pee?" Lola asked, her head still 
on my chest.

"Not really, she's in shadows from the waist down, 
but... I don't know, I feel like if I look away, Karen 
will see her, and she'll get in major trouble." I said.

"Kind of 'a watched pot never boils' kind of thing?" 
Lola asked thoughtfully.

"Yeah." I said. Amy stood, and came running back over to 
the hot tub, where she flopped in with a bigger splash. 
"You suck. How'm I supposed to take care of business 
with you yelling at me?"

"He was just looking out for you." Lola said. I gave her 
a squeeze under water. "Mmmmm," She said.

"So how do you like our hot tub?" Amy smiled at Lola.

"It's extra nice tonight." Lola said, rubbing her head 
against my shoulder.

"I hoped you would like it. Hugging on Will always helps 
me feel better no matter what's going on." Amy said 
gently.

"I almost feel guilty feeling this good when Mom is 
dying, but I can't help it. Is that selfish?" Lola 
asked.

"It's not selfish to take care of yourself when you need 
to." I said.

"Besides, you were a wreck. Your mom wouldn't WANT you 
to self-destruct." Amy pointed out. "She loves you right 
back, she'd understand."

Karen appeared in the kitchen, dressed once again in her 
metallic fish-scaled swimsuit. Also once again, she took 
my breath completely away. I could see her fussing about 
the oven for a moment, but then she turned and walked 
towards the patio door. 

She looked amazing. I must have given some sort of sign, 
because Lola glanced at me, then looked back at the 
house just as Karen opened the door and stepped out. 
Lola sighed. "She is so gorgeous! I would kill to look 
like that. Just look at her!"

Karen's walk to the hot tub was incredibly sexy, all the 
more so for it being completely unintentional. The sway 
of her hips, the luscious gravity of her breasts, every 
movement seemed to project the comfort and delights a 
body like that could produce. "Geez," Lola muttered 
jealously. "That outfit should be classified as a deadly 
weapon."

Amy, facing away from the house, towards us, said loudly 
"Karen must be coming over, because you two look totally 
love struck." I could hear some annoyance in her tone.

"What's going on?" Karen asked, walking up and leaning 
on the edge of the hot tub. Her cleavage was 
magnificent. Amy looked up at her, with just a hint of 
jealousy. "Every time you put that swimsuit on, 
conversation with these two becomes impossible."

"Really?" Karen blushed, but did not move to cover 
herself or show any other sign of self-consciousness.

"I just wish I had a figure like that." Lola said, in 
her own defense. "You look incredible, and you make me 
jealous."

"YOU look incredible." Karen said. "I wish I had your 
legs."

"Honey, you don't need them, you already have it all." 
Lola said. "I only got some of it, and some of THAT I've 
probably lost."

"No you didn't," I murmured in her ear. She looked at me 
and blushed, hitting me on the chest. "Stop that."

"For goodness sake, will you people all stop 
complimenting each other!" Amy said in a loud voice. 
"You beautiful swans are going on and on while the Flat 
Scrawny Duckling is sitting RIGHT HERE!"

Karen ruffled her hair. "Knock off the act, I've seen 
you in front of the mirror."

"I wish I had your hair, seriously." Lola said to Amy.

Karen sat gracefully on the edge of the hot tub, and 
pivoted her whole body, swinging her legs up and over. 
As she turned, the bare skin of her thighs/buttocks made 
a loud *squoooonnnnk* noise as it squeaked across the 
fiberglass of the hot tub. We all winced. "Yeowchie!" 
She whimpered, and sank into the water.

"How's your blister?" Amy asked Lola, reaching out and 
touching her leg under water.

"Doesn't hurt now." Lola smiled tiredly. "Armando 
carried me all the way here."

"I put some manicure scissors, neosporin, and bandaids 
on the counter in the downstairs bathroom, so you can 
get it fixed up when you get out." Karen said gently.

"Thank you so much." Lola sighed. "You three amaze me. 
I've never met anyone so kind."

I shrugged. "You're family. That means something to us."

"I'm also kind of surprised that I've been allowed to 
sit on your lap this long, the way they've been upset 
about you going on dates." Lola said. There was a sudden 
awkward silence.

"Where did you hear about that?" I asked with false 
calm. Amy looked guilty and mad, Karen looked guilty and 
sad, and Lola suddenly caught the vibe and looked up at 
me in dismay. "Uh-oh, I think I was supposed to keep 
that a secret."

I sighed and leaned my head back. After a moment, I 
heard Karen. "It's not like we were gossiping or 
anything, but she's the only other person we can talk to 
about stuff."

"Besides," Amy muttered, "we HAD to talk to somebody."

"Hey," Lola stroked my chest, "they're just concerned 
for you. Really really concerned. They love you a LOT 
and they don't want you to get hurt, even a little bit. 
Don't be upset with them."

"I'm not. Not really." It's all so futile, I thought to 
myself. I'm so attracted to them I can barely even THINK 
about someone else, even when that someone else is 
masturbating right in front of me, drinking my cum in a 
cup of chocolate coffee. I'm trying to protect them by 
focusing my desires elsewhere, and they're trying just 
as hard to trip me up. "They just don't understand, and 
it's too hard to explain." I finished lamely.

"Well, for one thing, they're both girls, and you're a 
boy. A man, actually." Lola began. I gave her a 
surreptitious squeeze under the water, making her moan, 
which she quickly changed into a word. "MMmmmaybe 
there's a way to come to an understanding." She 
finished, blushing.

"We came to a good one, it's just... He's ours. Period. 
We don't want to share him with anyone." Amy said 
flatly.

Lola's hand found my thigh underwater. "Anyone?" she 
asked, doodling on my skin with her fingernail. It was 
nice, and got my attention immediately. I snaked a 
finger under the seat of her suit and traced a gentle 
line up her buttock. She gave a tiny gasp of surprise, 
but since Amy was looking at Karen, who had her eyes 
shut, neither of them noticed.

"At least none of the girls he's been dating." Karen 
said, sadly. She opened her eyes and looked at me, still 
talking to Lola. "Will is absolutely one-of-a-kind. He 
deserves the most perfect girl in the world, and we're 
going to hate anyone who isn't."

I continued my one-finger butt massage while Lola tried 
to continue a serious conversation. "Those standards 
seem kind of harsh. Perhaps impossible. I've never met a 
*perfect* girl, although you two are the closest I HAVE 
met." I parted my lips just a fraction of an inch on the 
side and blew air in her ear. She dug all five 
fingernails into my thigh.

"I think I'm going to stick with my answer that he's 
ours, and no one else gets to share him. I know that 
sounds selfish, but I don't care. Mom's dead, Dad hates 
us girls, and I'm not about to give up my brother. You 
can get close to him, because you're part of the 
family." Amy waved her hand. "I can share him with you, 
because you're one of us now. But *nobody else.*"

Karen looked at her, sad but annoyed. "He's not our 
property, Amy. We have to let him grow up and find 
somebody."

Lola leaned back against me and whispered. "Stop it. 
You're making me crazy."

"Oh?" I murmured. She reached back as nonchalantly as 
she could and withdrew my hand from her suit.

"Lovely, but not good timing." Lola whispered, barely 
audible over the sounds of the hot tub. 

Amy said petulantly. "I don't know why he has to FIND 
anybody, he's got us!"

Karen blushed, and continued unevenly. "It's not the 
same. You'll understand someday."

Amy lapsed into sullen silence, and Karen just put her 
head down. Several uncomfortable moments passed. I 
cleared my throat. "Now that the happy, soaky, restful 
hot tub mood is kind of smashed, why don't you tell us 
about how Mrs. Klemp is doing."

Amy winced. "I'm sorry. I had hoped to avoid any stress 
for a while, but that wasn't a good topic. Are you ready 
to talk about it?"

Lola sighed. "I think this is it. She spends most of her 
days sleeping, and when she does wake up, she doesn't 
recognize anyone. She doesn't speak hardly at all, but 
she looks around the room wildly, and doesn't give any 
sign of knowing who I am. The last time she DID speak, 
she thought I was Doris. The doctors say we're down to 
weeks-" Here she choked up and started to cry again.

Karen was already crying, Amy was biting her lip, and I 
was fighting it. Karen moved out into the center of the 
hot tub, where she knelt and put her arms around Lola, 
right below mine, and hugged her tightly. I think 
Karen's breast was pressed up against my hands, but 
right then I didn't even notice. Lola moved her arms 
from me to Karen, and clutched her. Amy looked at me 
tearfully, then came over and sat next to me, and put 
her head on my shoulder. Karen and Amy and Lola wept 
together for several minutes.

After a while, Karen sat back and wiped her eyes. "Is 
she in any pain?"

Lola shook her head. "The doctors don't think so."

"That's good, then," I said. Amy nodded. We all sat in 
silence for a while.

There's not really much else to say about it, really. 
Karen asked if she and Amy could still go see Mrs. Klemp 
on Saturday, and Lola said yes. Forgive me if I don't go 
into detail about our grief, but that is a kind of 
private that even this memoir is not going to expose.

After we all got cold, we gathered up and trooped 
inside, me still carrying Lola, and her still protesting 
half-heartedly. 

"I'm going to change upstairs," Karen said. "That way I 
can get supper on the table while other people are 
changing." She trotted off, my eyes following every 
jiggle and bounce.

"Damn." Lola said quietly, watching her exit. She looked 
up at me from my arms. "I'd do that too, but I've got a 
blister, so you'll have to settle for a sexy hobble."

"Ok," I said, smiling. I placed her on her feet.

"Bro-THER," Amy sighed at us, as Lola gimped away, one 
hand on her hip.

I scooped Amy up in my arms instead and hugged her. "How 
was that? Did Armando do well?"

"You did ok." She said. "Less flirting with the guests, 
please."

"Awww, was Armando too... . naughty?" I murmured in her 
ear, caught up in the moment. She squealed and pushed me 
away.

"Guests and staff!" She giggled, "Less flirting with 
guests and staff!"

Laughing, I put her back down, where she adjusted her 
bikini and slumped in a chair. "Whew!"

Karen was back in the kitchen almost immediately, her 
wet hair in a scrunchie, wearing cut-off jeans and a 
white tank top. "Soup and bread time!" She sang, and 
started getting everything ready. Amy shot off upstairs. 
I sat at a barstool and shivered.

"So do you guys really like my swimsuit that much?" She 
asked, looking back at me over her shoulder. I blushed, 
but nodded.

"You look ten kinds of fantastic." I said simply.

"On the Sandi Scale, what would it rate?" She asked 
teasingly, clattering with bowls on the counter.

"Speaking for myself, and once again in the hypothetical 
situation in which you were not my sister, I would have 
to give it a fifty? I know the scale only went to ten, 
but that scale is too weak for how amazing you look." I 
suddenly realized how candid I was being about my 
attraction to my sister. "I mean, you know. Officially." 
I blushed and shut up.

The back of Karen's neck was red from blush, but she 
peeked back at me again. "I'm glad you liked it," She 
said, in a tiny satisfied voice. I blushed even harder.

Lola walked into the kitchen with remarkably less limp. 
"Ta-da!" She struck a pose. "All bandaged up, and 
already feeling a little better."

Amy came barreling down the stairs and careened into the 
kitchen. "FOOD!" She bellowed.

I stood. "Lemme get dried off, and I'll join you 
ladies." The soup smelled excellent, besides, it was 
like 9:30 at this point. I was hungry. I trotted up the 
stairs to my room and grabbed sweatpants and a T-shirt. 

Changing in our bathroom, I noticed one of the 
differences between my two sisters. Amy's bikini was 
crumpled in a heap at the base of the bathtub. Karen's 
suit was carefully hanging on the shower rod. I resisted 
a momentary urge to touch it. Geez, next thing you know 
I'll be sniffing her panties in the hamper. I ain't 
going down that road.

Dry and once again dressed, I padded barefoot back down 
to the dining room, to find the lights out, and candles 
lit on the table. The ladies were seated around the 
table, waiting for me with smiles.

"Goodness!" I said. "Fancy!" 

I sat down, and Amy yelled "GRACE!" We began eating.

"This may be the first time anyone has ever had a 
candlelit dinner of chicken noodle soup." Karen grinned.

"I wanted it to feel special and nice." Amy said, a 
little bit defensively.

"It does, don't worry. Wow, this is good. I thought I 
saw you using canned soup?" Lola said, confused.

"Sorta." Karen smiled. "When I use canned food I never 
leave it alone, I always add stuff. Usually spices or 
something."

Usually when I'm eating plain bread with a meal I find 
myself wanting butter for it too, but this bread was 
nice and moist already. Dipped in the soup, it was 
heavenly. "I'd call the bread experiment a success for 
sure." I said. Karen glowed.

"So can you sleep over tonight?" Amy said, looking at 
Lola, who was momentarily confused. "Huh?"

"You're proctoring our tests tomorrow at 8:30, and it's 
almost ten now, so why don't you just sleep over?" Amy 
smiled innocently. "We can make smores and stuff."

"Amy, honey, I wish it were that easy, but I don't think 
I can. Besides, you won't do well on tests if you were 
up all night," Lola said. "I don't have pajamas or 
anything, and I still need to feed and clean up after 
the cats, I've been gone all day. Maybe after school has 
ended for the year."

Amy pouted, but Lola was right, of course. "Well, what 
about tomorrow evening? Will's bringing Jenni here for 
their date instead of going to the mall or something."

"Well, not for the whole evening, just for some of it," 
I interjected. I got looks from Amy and Karen.

Lola shook her head again. "Right after you guys are 
done with your tests, I'm heading to the hospital. I can 
sit with Mom until they kick me out. I can come over 
after that, but it's going to be about 8 or 9 by the 
time I get here. Are you going to be here or gone by 
then?"

"Probably gone," I said, not looking at my sisters.

"Then I'm probably not going to get to meet her." Lola 
said, "But I can still come over and ask the girls what 
she's like? I admit, I'm curious about her."

"You're welcome here any time, day or night." Karen 
said.

"Plus we'll have lots of horrible things to say about 
her, so it'll be really entertaining." Amy chirped, 
studying her bowl of soup.

"You can't know that, Amy." I protested weakly, well 
aware of how full of crap I was. "Maybe you'll like 
her."

"And maybe I'll magically transform into a tap-dancing 
hippopotamus. Does that also sound likely?" Amy snapped.

"Hold on, hold on," Karen soothed, trying not to laugh. 
"Will's bringing her here because we asked him to. We 
have to give her a chance."

Amy muttered something I couldn't hear. 

"What was that?" Lola asked, smiling.

"Nuthin'" Amy grunted, and slurped her soup loudly.

The moment passed, and we ate in silence for a while. 
Lola broke the silence again. "So do I need to bring 
anything tomorrow? What kind of equipment is required to 
proctor something?"

I shrugged. "Pencil, clock, that's pretty much all of 
it. We've got all of those things here."

"Can I read a book or something, or do I have to stare 
at you all day?"

"Whichever you like." Karen joked. "You just can't go 
watch TV or swim or something. You pretty much have to 
be nearby."

"I think I'll bring a crossword puzzle book, in case the 
staring gets to be boring." Lola said.

"Excellent choice," I said. More awkward silence, broken 
only by the muffled clink of spoons on bowls, and an 
occasional slurp from Amy. 

"So you're only going to be here for a while?" Karen 
asked lightly.

"Well, I mean, we ARE going to be here for a WHILE, but 
we're probably going to go somewhere else too after a 
couple hours here." I soothed. Amy frowned at her soup, 
but Karen smiled weakly. "I guess that's reasonable." 
She looked really down, though.

Lola started talking to Karen about recipes and stuff, 
and gradually the mood lightened.

After we were done eating, it was really late, so Lola 
kissed us all goodnight. (She gently bit my earlobe 
again during the hug.) I cleaned up the table with Amy, 
who by then had forgotten that she wasn't speaking to 
me.

"Do you think Lola is pretty?" She asked me, looking at 
me sidelong.

"Why do you ask?" I dodged.

"Well, I mean, I'm curious to know what you find pretty. 
Different guys like different things, right?" She 
shrugged.

I nodded. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, it's 
true. But beauty is more than just pretty. Pretty people 
can be totally ugly inside. I've gotta say, I'm not just 
interested in pretty, I'm interested in beautiful. 
Beautiful is the inside stuff."

Amy sat down and twisted a napkin in her hands. "So is 
she... beautiful?"

"We haven't known her all that long, but yes, I think 
so. She just seems to kind of... fit with us, you know? 
Like she belongs with us." I looked at Amy, who was 
staring at her toes.

"Yeah, I noticed that too." She sighed. Then, in a sad 
little voice, she asked "Do you think I'm pretty?"

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her closely. 
She glanced up at me, then immediately blushed and 
looked down. I sat next to her and put my arm around 
her. "Of course I think you're pretty. I think you're 
beautiful, too. You're more than just pretty."

"I don't look like Karen or Lola, though. Lola is all 
athletic, and Karen's got all that..." her hands traced 
an hourglass in the air "...luxury upholstery. I'm not 
anything like that, I'm just scrawny."

I gave her a squeeze. "Which is better, stuffed-crust 
pizza or enchalupas?"

They are her two favorite foods. "Better? Neither one is 
better, they're both super awesome." She looked at me 
like I was stupid.

"So two things can be very different but each one is 
still the best?" I asked.

"Yeah. Oh." She blushed a bit. "Are you telling me it's 
like that?"

"One of the things that makes you beautiful, and Karen 
and Lola, is that you are each unique. There's nobody 
just like you. So you don't have to look like either of 
them. You've got your own beauty, all by yourself." I 
kissed the top of her head.

"So if you're surrounded by beautiful women, why do you 
need bimbos like Sandi, Jessi and Jenni?" She asked 
pointedly. 

Dammit. "That's different. It's also complicated. I'll 
explain some other time, maybe." I took my arm from 
around her.

"Is it about the birds and bees having sex? Because I 
know all about that already." She said tartly. "I'm not 
a little baby, you know."

"Some Other Time," I announced, and got back up.

"Oh, come on!" Amy whined.

"Huh uh," I said, but I smiled, so she wouldn't think I 
was angry or anything.

"But what if," she said, and then quickly stopped.

""What if what?" I said, having lost the thread of the 
conversation. What was she saying?

"Nothing!" Amy said, and turned and left the room, 
walking stiffly, her face covered with one hand. What 
was that about? I put away the last few dishes.

Walking into the living room, I saw where Karen had put 
the fire out before she went to bed. We never actually 
got into the living room, we spent so much time in the 
hot tub and at the dinner table. It was a waste of 
firewood, but no big deal.

The house clean and safe, I went to bed. Tomorrow was 
going to be a big day.

The next day began normally enough. I awoke, and 
stumbled to the bathroom for the morning routine, pulled 
on some clean clothes, and trudged downstairs.

Then I remembered that today was going to be anything 
BUT normal. Lola was coming over for our finals, then 
Jenni was coming over for a bit before we found some 
place to have sex. What a day, indeed..

I turned on the stove and put some water in a glass 
teapot, for tea or coffee or oatmeal or whatever. 
Moments later, Karen trotted into the kitchen, and, with 
a few flicks of her outstretched fingers, banished me 
from the food prep area. She bustled about, getting out 
eggs and cracking them into a skillet.

"I'll do toast," I volunteered, and loaded up our four-
slicer on medium. Fetching butter and jelly, I placed 
them on the kitchen island and sat down to wait for my 
singed bread.

"You ready for finals?" I asked, mainly to make 
conversation.

"Yep." Karen said. She was wearing white linen shorts, 
and an olive green tank top/ camisole thing. Her hair 
was loosely gathered in a scrunchie at the back of her 
neck, not tight enough to be up in a ponytail, but just 
enough to keep it from flowing everywhere. She looked 
fantastic, darting back and forth, making breakfast look 
like some fluid dance. Bacon followed eggs into the 
skillet, hash brown potatoes went into the microwave, 
all with the greatest of ease. I was slightly awestruck. 
Had I ever just sat and watched her cook before? Was she 
always this graceful?

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "Are you 
staring at me?" she giggled.

I snapped out of it, embarrassed. "Um,...sorry." The 
toast popped up, rescuing me from the awkward silence. I 
buttered a few and jellied the rest.

Amy scrambled into the kitchen. "How do I look?" she 
demanded. I turned.

She was wearing a skin-tight pink t-shirt that looked 
painted on, and short-shorts. The T-shirt had cherries 
on it and said "Pick me!" in cursive script.

"You look nice," I said. She looked almost naked, with 
the micro-shorts and the pink shirt so tight.

"No, dummy, the toenails!" She pointed impatiently. Her 
(wiggling) toes were each painted a different color of 
polish. "Does it look cool or does it look stupid?"

Karen leaned over the counter and gave me an inadvertent 
view right down her top. Damn. "I like it."

Amy sighed with relief. "Awesome. They took forever and 
I was suddenly worried that I would look like a dork." 
She came over and climbed up on a stool.

She grabbed a piece of jelly toast and crunched it. "Too 
dark." she complained at me, and took another bite. (Amy 
likes her toast to be still white, just warm.) "When 
school is finally done, can I have Liu Si over like 
every night? Pleeeeeease?"

"We'll see." Karen said. "When did you talk to her last? 
Did they ever find out about whether they were being 
sent somewhere?"

Amy shook her head. "It was like three days ago, but I'm 
scared to death for her. I miss her SO bad!" She kicked 
her feet. "I wanna kidnap her and keep her here. That 
restaurant totally treats her like crap. Her mother is 
sometimes nice, but her father is always a jerk to her."

I shook my head, commiserating.

"And that's not the worst part. She says the owner has 
been there a lot more lately, and is getting all 
creepy." Amy made a face, and then resumed looking 
worried.

"Creepy like how?" Karen asked, shoveling delicious food 
onto paper plates with a spatula.

"Like showing up all the time and hanging around her, 
smiling. He brought her a soccer ball and asked her to 
start calling him "uncle." What's that word for when 
you're smiling at someone, but also staring at them like 
you're trying to imagine them naked?" Amy asked.

"The word is "leering," I said, uncomfortable.

Amy snapped her fingers at me. "THAT'S what he's doing."

"Did she tell her parents?" Karen asked, putting the 
plates on the counter and leaning on her hands, looking 
at Amy.

"Her mom didn't believe her, and her Dad told her to be 
very respectful to Mr. Long."

"Who's Mr. Long?" I asked.

"He's the owner. His name is Kai Long, or at least, 
that's the name he goes by, and it's the name on the 
business permit they have framed at the counter." Amy 
said.

"Geez," I said. "This is starting to sound pretty messed 
up."

"I wanna get her here as soon as I can." Amy said. "We 
need to figure something out."

"Like what? Have her run away?" Karen asked. "That plan 
won't work."

"I need to do SOMETHING, though." Amy said.

"Maybe all you can do is just be a really good friend, 
and hope it works out for her." Karen said.

Amy's expression made it clear she wanted to do more 
than that, but she didn't say any more. She just sat and 
frowned, eating toast.

A knock at the back door heralded Lola's arrival. 
"Helloooo!" she chirped, opening the sliding doors with 
her hip, balancing a coffee cup and a box of baked 
goods. "I brought Danishes-" she began, and then stopped 
when she saw the food we'd prepared, "but I guess we 
don't need them," she finished sheepishly. "I didn't 
want to show up empty-handed."

Lola was wearing white slacks with green leaves 
embroidered up from the cuffs, a very tight white tank 
top, and an open emerald-green blouse that had poofy 3/4 
sleeves. She looked very bright and cheery, like 
springtime. Emerald pendants twinkled from her earlobes.

"I LOVE Danishes!" Amy cried, and jumped up to take the 
box from her.

"Only one!" Karen said. "You eat too many and you'll be 
sick!"

Amy stuck out her tongue, but only put one at the edge 
of her plate.

Lola looked down at the plates and sighed happily. "I 
can definitely see that Mom's cooking skills have been 
passed on. This looks fantastic."

"Grab a plate and let's go sit down. We've still got 
some time." I said, and we all trooped over to the 
dining room. I brought orange juice, Karen brought milk.

"I love your pants!" Amy said to Lola as we sat down.

"Thanks. They were just too cute to pass up." Lola 
confided.

"YOU'RE too cute to pass up!" Amy said, and then laughed 
at Lola's look of surprise. "It's true, Will, tell her!"

"You do look very nice." I said, a bit nervous about 
being thrown into this by Amy.

"Thank you," She blushed, shooting a look at Amy, who 
grinned at her unabashedly, kicking her feet on her 
chair.

"Meet any cute doctors?" Amy asked, eating her Danish 
first.

"No, but I'm not really looking, either." Lola said, re-
buttering some toast. "Why do you ask?"

Amy shrugged. "I just want you to be happy. And you said 
you wanted to be a mommy."

Lola blushed again.

"Amy, this isn't polite." Karen scolded. "That's really 
personal, and you're being rude."

Lola soothed Karen. "It's ok, I don't mind."

"She's just prying into your love life." Karen said.

"She's curious. It's ok," Lola said.

"We've been dissecting Will's love life like crazy 
lately, I was just wondering how Lola was doing." Amy 
said with exaggerated innocence.

"Not that I HAVE a love life," I lied.

"Tonight we meet the Other Woman," Amy stated.

"Is that what you're calling her?" Lola laughed.

"No, I've been calling her what Sandi called her." Amy 
said, stroking her chin, pretending to remember. "Now 
what was it?"

"Not at the table!" Karen snapped. "And you're not 
allowed to use that kind of language anyway."

That kind of language? What did Sandi call Jenni? Oh 
yeah. Cunt Cheese. Yuck. I put down my Danish.

Amy shrugged expansively, and resumed eating.

Lola smiled at me, her eyes sparkling. "So you're 
bringing a date into this war zone? You're braver than I 
would be."

I shrugged helplessly. What else could I do? I had to 
make this work or I was going to go crazy. Incest is 
out, so outsourcing my lust had to be In. Not much other 
choice.

Karen patted my hand. "I promise to give her a fair 
chance. Unless she ticks me off."

I rolled my eyes, but had to grin. "Thanks ever so 
much."

Soon breakfast was over, and we trooped into the 
computer room. Our three computers were set up on simple 
desks along the wall, and there was a bigger desk with a 
nicer chair in the middle of the room. It had originally 
been an office, but we had now made it into a school 
room, albeit one where the students faced AWAY from the 
big desk.

Finals were always a stressful blur for me, as with mid-
terms, but I feel I did ok. Part of it was electronic, 
and a little of it was written, with Lola signing our 
worksheets.

Q: In what years were the American Civil War fought?

A: 1861-1865

Fun stuff like that. After our last question, we turned 
off the computers, signed all the various things, and 
Lola put them in the big envelope. One day done, one to 
go.

"I'll see you guys tonight! Don't kill Will or his date! 
Toodle-oo!" And off Lola went, leaving Karen and Amy to 
focus on me.

Karen seemed agitated and depressed, but wouldn't talk 
to me, staying busy, and out of my way. I didn't exactly 
chase her around, either. I guess even then I felt 
guilty about what I was planning on doing.

Amy just followed me around, drinking out of a big cup. 
"So where are you going after you leave here? You said 
you were only staying for a little while."

Sex. "I dunno. Probably a movie." I said. I was tempted 
to tease her about going up to Make out Point and 'going 
all the way,' but she wouldn't see it as a joke. Which 
of course, it wasn't. Never mind.

I did some laundry, and called Jenni.

"Dammit, Will, if your cock was smaller I'd tell you to 
go pound sand, but since I want you pounding my pussy, I 
suppose I'm going to have to put up with this." She was 
still annoyed. I was also annoyed, but not at my 
sisters.

"This isn't a big deal. I just need you to come over and 
make nice for a while, and then we can go... . 
elsewhere." I stopped myself because I knew I wasn't 
safe from being overheard.

"This is so childish!" She snapped. *my thoughts 
EXACTLY.*

I sighed. "What time shall I pick you up?"

"No, no, no, no, I'm borrowing Daddy's station wagon, 
and I'm driving, that way we're running on MY schedule. 
You're staying out late, curfew or not." She gloated.

"I have finals tomorrow." I said.

"You're getting fucked tonight. Finals be damned. I'm 
not waiting any longer, I'm going crazy here, do you 
understand?" She declared. "It's Go time."

I suppose I should have felt a thrill, but mostly what I 
felt was annoyed. I had already lost focus on what the 
whole project had been, and that was to get my 
lust/attraction away from the girls, onto someone else. 
This project had already failed, but at the time, I 
wasn't even remembering my real motives. I was just like 
"Sex? Oh well, if it's here, I'll take it." Right here 
and now, I should have just scrapped the whole idea. As 
it was, though... .

"What time shall I expect you?" I said, trying to ignore 
my annoyance long enough to get laid.

"Well, I'm NOT sitting through dinner, so what time is 
after dinner?" Jenni asked.

"Probably seven, seven-thirty," I said. Amy walked past 
the doorway, still drinking out of the huge cup. "Dress 
warm." My sisters are going to give you a downright 
frosty reception, I thought to myself.

"What the hell does that mean?" Jenni asked. "It's like 
eighty out."

"I don't know, never mind," I said. I rubbed my eyes. 
"You got a pen?" I gave her careful directions.

"Oh crap!" A thought suddenly occurred to me. "I don't 
have any, um, party hats."

"I didn't know we were expected to wear them. Your 
sisters are weird."

"No, no," I lowered my voice. "You know, condoms." I 
muttered sotto voce.

"Oh!" she laughed. "Forget it. I have that NuvaRing 
thing. Don't worry, no babies."

"Well, it's a health thing too, right?" I asked. I 
didn't want to say "birth control" here in the house 
where it would might be audible to Karen and Amy. I also 
didn't want to say "venereal disease."

"I already gave you the interview. If you told me the 
truth, then you're clean, right?" She asked.

"Yeah, I told you the truth," I said.

"Then I've got nothing to worry about." Jenni said 
brightly. "Safe sex just isn't the same, believe me. Get 
ready to enjoy REAL sex." And with that, she hung up.

(Hey kids! Were you paying attention! Did you spot 
Will's big mistake? Well, pipe down! Nobody likes a 
know-it-all!)

I went into the kitchen to find Karen looking into the 
fridge, an expression of consternation on her face. "Who 
drank all the Gatorade? I just bought it."

I shrugged. "Not me." I walked up next to her and got a 
clean glass out of the dish drainer.

Karen seemed unprepared to see me, as she immediately 
stared at the floor with a sad look on her face. "Oh. 
Hi."

"Hi." I looked at her closely. "Are you avoiding me?"

"No." Her eyes finally rose to meet mine, and she sighed 
and looked down again. "Maybe."

"Why?" I asked softly. I stuck the glass in the door and 
filled it with ice.

It took her a moment to look at me again. "Will, could I 
ask you to please not go on this date tonight? Not to go 
out with Jenni anymore?" She twisted her hands 
nervously.

"Why not?" I asked, not angrily, but looking at her 
closely. "I thought we talked about this. I thought you 
understood."

"We did, and I sorta do understand, but it doesn't 
change the way I feel. Could I ask you not to go?" She 
looked like she was about to cry.

I stepped closer to her and raised her chin. "Why not?" 
I asked. "If you can give me a reason, a real reason, 
then I'll listen, but if it's just because you don't 
want me to, I'm afraid this time it's not enough. This 
is what's been bothering you lately, right? Me dating, 
all this crap? and I don't mean like you've been giving 
me crap, but something is bothering you, and it's gotta 
be more than just not wanting me to go out, right? So 
talk to me. What's the big secret?"

She shook her head, and started to cry. I immediately 
put down the glass and hugged her close. "Karen, what's 
bothering you? You have to tell me. This isn't good."

She shook her head firmly, buried against my shoulder. 
We stood like that for a few moments, and she visibly 
pulled herself together. "Don't pay attention to me 
right now, I'm all... crazy."

"Karen, if you'll talk to me, I'll listen. I promise. 
I'll always listen. But you can't just say 'don't go.' 
It's gotta be more than that. Give me a reason."

"I can't." She sniffed.

"Can't or won't?" I asked kindly.

"Both." She shrugged. "Go on your date. Just please, 
please, please be careful."

"Careful like how?" I asked. Karen wiped her nose, and 
looked at me. After a moment, she spoke.

"Do you remember when we were talking about how if a 
girl makes enough passes at you, she'll probably 
eventually wear you down?"

"Yes." I said, trying not to expose myself as a willing 
victim.

"I think you're underestimating how much of a target you 
are." She said. "You're exactly what most girls want. 
You're strong, you're sweet, you're funny, and you're 
absolutely gorgeous. You're all kinds of things." Here 
she blushed. "I'm just scared that Jenni's got her 
sights set on you. She seems like the aggressive type, 
but not in a good way."

She stepped up close to me and put her hands on my 
chest. She looked up at me, her eyes a little red from 
her tears. I SO wanted to kiss her right at that moment, 
to tell her everything was going to be ok. "Just 
remember your promise, ok? To me and to Amy. Not that 
you weren't planning to, but please make an extra 
effort. I get the feeling she's not going to make it 
easy for you, and we love you."

Arrgh. I felt my heart tearing in half. I need to get 
attracted to someone else, to save me from lusting after 
my sister, who is begging me not to get with someone 
else, and who right now is sad and in need of 
comforting. I knew if I put my arms around her, I would 
end up kissing her, she was just so vulnerable. I knew 
it like I knew that fire is hot, and dirt is dirty.

I took a step back, and sighed. She put her hands down, 
and lowered her head. "Please be careful." She said, and 
quickly left the room. I leaned on the counter and 
rubbed my face.

After a minute, Amy came in and put her cup down. "I'm 
making dinner tonight." She said flatly. "Karen doesn't 
feel well." Here she shot me a venomous look.

"What are we having?" I said, resignedly.

"Beans and garlic." Amy said, but couldn't hold it. She 
laughed. "That oughta keep her off of you."

I looked at her angrily. She was unfazed. "Actually, 
it's corn dogs and macaroni and cheese. I'm not putting 
out the good stuff tonight."

"She's not coming over for dinner anyway." I said.

Amy shrugged. "Fine with me." She left the room.

I leaned on the counter and took stock of my situation. 

1. Problem: Horny for sister(s) Solution: Find other 
lust target Result: Sisters mad and hurt| 

2. Problem: Sisters mad and hurt. Solution: Spend time 
with them. Result: Horny for sister(s)

Damned if I do, damned if I don't, and damned if I know 
how to fix this. First things first, I needed to talk to 
Karen. I can't let this go on.

I went upstairs, walked through Amy's room into Karen's, 
and found Karen sitting on her bed, wiping her nose. 
"Sorry." She mumbled, and sniffed.

I sat cross-legged on the patch of floor she was staring 
at, right at her feet, and looked up at her. "What are 
you doing?" She asked, surprised.

"Coming to see you." I said. "I can't make you talk to 
me, but I can ask."

She shook her head, but I reached out and grabbed her 
ankles. "Please. Something's really bothering you, Amy's 
punishing me for it, and I still don't know exactly what 
it is."

"Amy should mind her own business," Karen said, and 
cleared her throat.

"I'm sure she feels that something making you this upset 
IS her business. And it's mine too. Please talk to me." 
I asked gently.

"I don't want you to go out on dates with these girls 
you've met. I didn't like Sandi, but she was basically a 
joke, so it wasn't so bad, but I don't know anything 
about Jenni, other than what Sandi said. Sandi made her 
sound even worse than she was. Amy and I both dislike 
the way Jenni has been represented to us so far. You've 
barely said ten words about her, but you're in a big 
hurry to go back out with her, so it must have been OK. 

"Sandi at least you told us all about, and it wasn't so 
bad. Jenni has been out with you twice already, and all 
you said was that the dates were short. We asked you to 
bring her here so we could learn something about her, 
but she's coming late, and you're leaving early. Maybe 
I'm just crazy, but it feels like we're missing 
something going on here." The words came pouring out of 
her in a rush.

She wiped her eyes and then continued. "I know it's your 
life, and I know I've got no right to ask this stuff of 
you, other than that I love you, and I'm scared. When 
Amy talks about losing you to some stranger, I totally 
get how she feels, it's just up till now I've been 
better at hiding it." She reached for my hand and took 
it. "I must sound like some spoiled little girl."

I looked at her , expressionless. She didn't know how 
much I wanted her, how much I wanted to make her smile, 
how much I wanted to protect her. You can't protect 
someone and secretly want to make love to them at the 
same time, can you? She didn't know the frequency with 
which I dreamed about her, the times HER face and HER 
body fueled my guilty masturbation. She didn't know any 
of that. "Is that what's been bothering you? The fear 
that you're going to lose me?"

"Yes." She said, and looked away. "That's part of it. I 
know we DID talk about it, but I still worry."

"Well, what's the other part? Did we talk about that 
yet?" I asked. She shook her head quickly. "No, that's 
the part where I might actually be out of my mind for 
even thinking about, and I'm not talking about that yet. 
Maybe never."

"You know you can tell me anything. I love you, I really 
really do." I reassured her.

She bit her lip and shook her head. "Can't."

"Ka-ren, come on," I said. "If it's worth crying about, 
it's worth talking about."

"I can't. I really can't," She said. "First I have to 
convince myself that I'm not a horrible person for 
thinking about it, THEN maybe I can THINK about telling 
you."

"You're not a horrible person," I said flatly. She shook 
her head. "You can't read my mind, so you don't know 
that."

I gave her a half smile. "Ok, fair enough. I'm glad you 
can't read my mind."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh please, I can totally read your 
mind. It's right there on your face most of the time. 
Amy does it too." At last, a smile. "I'll bet I'm right 
about 80-90% of the time."

"No way." I grinned. "Ok, I'm thinking about Jenni, what 
am I thinking?" Annoying, sex, bitch, condescending, 
sex, bossy, sex, sex.

"She slightly intimidates you and maybe irritates you 
somewhat too, and you're not really looking at her as 
your one true love, but she'll probably let you hit it, 
so you're thinking of exploring your options." Karen 
said, matter-of-factly.

I looked at her in shock. "No way all of that was on my 
face!"

She smiled at me sadly. "No, I was also adding in all 
the other times you've talked about her or been on the 
phone with her." She was silent for a moment. "See why I 
keep asking you to be careful? I know you promised us 
you wouldn't screw anybody without us liking them too, 
etc etc, but she's GOING to offer it up, I just KNOW she 
will, if she hasn't already. So I'm scared for you and 
worried about her."

"You ARE pretty good. You're probably right." I 
admitted. "What if I promise to be extra careful?" I 
began re-thinking the plan. Not Jenni, but maybe I can 
meet someone else, and maybe soon enough.

Karen shrugged. "I don't know. I trust you, but not her. 
I don't know what will happen. I don't know what she'll 
do. I don't know how good you'll be at resisting. I 
trust that you will, but you're going to have to be 
crazy strong."

"Um," I began, but Karen continued. "And I can only 
imagine how difficult it must be for you right now. 
Nearly every time I've seen you lately, you've been ..." 
here she blushed, extended her index finger outward, and 
slowly tilted it upwards. When she got to about 45 
degrees, she gently said "boing." I blushed guiltily.

We sat in silence for a moment. Karen finally spoke. 
"Downstairs you said if I could give you a reason, a 
real reason, you'd dump her. Did you mean it?"

"Yes," I said, looking up at her again.

"I promise you I will give her a chance, but I will be 
very observant." Karen said. "It's not going to be 
something like the way she talks or the way her hair is 
brushed, I'm only looking for real deal-breakers, ok?" I 
nodded.

"This will help you feel better about it? Less crying?" 
I asked. She shrugged.

"I don't know," She said. "Maybe it'll help me snap out 
of it."

I climbed to my feet and held out my hand for her. She 
took it demurely, and rose to her feet, her eyes still 
red. When I let go of her hand, she stepped in close and 
put her arms around me, burying her face in my chest. I 
hugged her right back. She smelled good. Sigh. "So when 
are you going to tell me about that other part? The part 
you're trying to convince yourself isn't horrible." She 
squeezed me tighter, but did not speak.

After a few moments, she let me go, and stepped back a 
bit, looking up at me. "OK, I think I'm better now. Your 
hugs always help me pull myself together." She smiled 
sadly, and, taking my hand, led me downstairs.

Amy was in the kitchen, getting out an onion and a 
cutting board. "Ames? You can quit torturing Will." 
Karen said, half joking. "He's not hurting our feelings 
intentionally."

Amy shot me an angry look. "Yes, he is."

"No, he's not. He's just being a normal guy," Karen 
said, taking the onion and putting it back in the 
fridge. "We're so used to him doing everything we ask, 
that when he NEEDS to do something for himself, it feels 
like he's being rude."

"He doesn't NEED bimbos around," Amy stated flatly. "We 
NEED him. That's what the need is around here. More 
Will, less whores."

"Amy," Karen said gently, but still with rebuke. "Ease 
up."

Amy put down the knife and shoved the cutting board 
away. After a moment, I grabbed her in a big hug, which 
she resisted at first, but then relaxed and hugged me 
back. "I'm only doing this because I love you. And 
because you're making both of us feel lonely and... . 
not good enough." She said, her voice tiny.

"Not good enough how?" I asked, surprised at that 
response.

"Well, look at who you've left the house to spend time 
with. Jessi: A slut. Sandi: a dumb slut. Jenni: A smart 
barracuda slut. You've been choosing them over us. That 
means you must like them more than us, right?" Amy said, 
looking up at me.

"It's different. I like you two more than anyone else in 
the world, but it's a different kind of thing. It'll 
never be the same kind of... situation," I said, lamely.

"Never?" Amy asked, her eyes searching my face. After a 
moment, she looked at Karen, who shook her head gently 
and stared at her hands. Amy's expression was 
unreadable, but she let go and stepped away.

The rest of dinner was made in subdued silence, but it 
wasn't an angry silence, it was more the sad thoughtful 
kind.

As we sat down to eat, I started a conversation about 
finals, and Karen mentioned visiting Mrs. Klemp in the 
hospital on Saturday, and life seemed to return to 
normal. When Amy got up again to refill her cup, Karen 
asked me. "So what are you guys doing after you leave 
here?"

Dammit. There's the guilt again. I tried to hide it. 
"Oh, probably a movie or something."

"Why not watch one here? There's got to be something on 
TV. We could buy a movie with On Demand." Amy called, 
waiting for the fridge door to finish filling her cup.

"That's a great idea!" Karen said, smiling genuinely. 
"You can stay a little longer, right?"

She looked so happy that I couldn't bring myself to 
refuse. I thought about it. If Jenni gets here at 7:30, 
and a movie is two hours long, that means we leave at 
9:30, which is plenty of time for... whatever. (Do I 
really need to have *sex* sex with her? Last time with 
the coffee it didn't make me any more attracted to her. 
She's just as bossy and rude as before. Maybe we could 
just do oral? I don't know.) "Maybe. That sounds ok."

"Let's get a really scary movie, that way you can't 
leave until it's over, because you have to see how it 
ends." Amy said, coming back to the table and putting 
her cup down.

I nodded, still thinking it over. Who knows? "That might 
be ok."

Amy grinned and took a big drink.

After dinner, I waited with one eye on the back driveway 
at all times. Eventually, a blue station wagon pulled 
in, and I trotted out to the back patio.

Jenni got out and stretched. "This place sure wasn't 
easy to find!" She was wearing a white, skin-tight, 
long-sleeve T-shirt that was just barely sheer, so her 
black bra was plainly visible. Her black silk skirt was 
knee-length, but slit on the sides almost all the way to 
her waist. Her shoes were platform heels, with straps 
going halfway up her calf, and she was wearing one of 
those belts that looks like a bunch of gold hoops strung 
together. She looked good, but at the same time, I knew 
she wasn't. Once again, she was carrying that little 
glass purse.

She stalked towards me, with a little extra sway, and 
looked around, at the pool, the hot tub, the house, and 
the yard. "Will, honey, are you rich?" She asked 
delightedly, her eyes wide. "Look at this place!"

I shrugged. Not something I spend time thinking about.

"I'm starting to think I've not been treating you 
properly." She batted her lashes at me.

"We'll be joining the girls for a movie." I said, 
preparing myself to be yelled at. Again. "It shouldn't 
take too long, and then we can spend the rest of our 
evening elsewhere."

She blinked, and a tiny expression of annoyance crossed 
her face, but she recovered quickly. "That's.... 
acceptable." She looked up at the house. "This place is 
gorgeous! You've got it all, don't you, Will?" She 
tucked her arm in mine and strolled towards the house.

Observing the way her attitude changed when she saw the 
house, I made a quick mental note: golddigger. *Sigh.*

In the kitchen, Karen was making popcorn in the 
microwave. "Karen, I'd like to introduce you to Jenni." 
I lied. Karen nodded politely, Jenni gave a brittle 
little smile. She was still clamped onto my arm, and she 
and Karen both gave each other the once-over. Jenni 
casually placed her purse on the kitchen island.

Nothing good looked like it was going to happen here, so 
we continued on into the living room. Amy was scrolling 
through the digital cable On Demand selector, looking 
for a scary movie. She settled on "The Ring" just as we 
approached.

She turned around on the couch, apparently to yell into 
the kitchen, and was a bit surprised to see us right 
there. "Jenni, this is my youngest sister, Amy." Amy 
gave her a smile that wouldn't have even fooled Helen 
Keller. "Hello." Jenni said. "Yep." Amy said. Ouch.

This was shaping up to be really uncomfortable, but I 
was stuck in it. I led Jenni around to the smaller 
couch, and indicated that we would be sitting there. 
"Can I get you something to drink?"

"Is there anything alcoholic?" She joked quietly, 
smoothing her skirt and sitting down.

"Nope." I said. She waved her hand. "I'm fine."

I went into the kitchen to get myself a glass of ice 
water, and Karen was pouring popcorn into bowls. "So 
far?" I asked weakly.

"So far, I can see the only underwear she has on." Karen 
said quietly. "Classy."

I grinned weakly. Karen handed me two bowls of popcorn, 
and I went back into the living room, to find Amy and 
Jenni in a strained conversation.

"Mostly just to help out Dad, but it's not really 
something I'm interested in." Jenni was saying. "It's 
just while I'm on a break from school."

"So where do you work when you're at school?" Amy asked, 
feigning interest.

Jenni laughed. "Oh, honey, I don't WORK." She tossed her 
hair.

Being halfway between them, I could just barely discern 
Amy muttering "So you just *give* it away?" I quickly 
glanced at Jenni, but she was looking at her shoes and 
gave no indication of having heard. I shot a quick 
glance at Amy who positively radiated innocence.

I sat down as Karen came in and killed the lights. Amy 
pressed play, and the movie began. Amy and Karen were on 
the big couch, Jenni and I were on the little couch.

That is a pretty awesome movie. I was totally hooked. 
Creepy as hell. When they dug up the well and found the 
body, and it looked like everything was going to be ok, 
Jenni pulled the quilt off the couch behind us and 
spread it over our laps. The minute she had done so, I 
felt her hand snaking into my crotchal region. 

I glanced over at her, a bit surprised, and a bit 
apprehensive. I mean, Amy and Karen were RIGHT THERE. In 
the flickering darkness, Jenni grinned mischievously at 
me. This was NOT a good idea. "Hey," I whispered, but 
she shushed me quietly. She began to stroke my crotch 
through the material of my pants, and my cock instantly 
began to respond.

On screen, the lady was talking to the little boy who 
looked like he never slept, saying how it was ok, they 
got her buried, etc. The little boy responds with "You 
let her OUT? Why would you do that?!" and suddenly the 
movie goes to hell again. If you've seen it, then you 
know what I'm talking about, if not then this contains 
spoilers, but it serves you right for not seeing it 
already.

So when the little boy reacts with terror, like suddenly 
everything is way worse, Amy gave this little squeal of 
terror, and jumped off the couch and came running over. 
Jenni yanked her hands out of the way about a second 
before Amy yanked the quilt off and jumped up into my 
lap. "Will, I'm scared!" She cried. She landed firmly on 
my blooming erection, and stayed on it, quaking with 
terror.

As I tried to readjust the way I was sitting, Jenni 
snapped at her. "Go sit on your own sofa!" Amy shook her 
head violently. "No way!"

On the TV, the husband / boyfriend / whatever was 
sitting in his room and the TV kicked on, only this time 
the little dead girl got all the way out of the well. I 
think we were all riveted by what was happening. Even 
Jenni quit snarling at Amy and kinda stared at the 
screen.

When the dead girl stuck her arm OUT of the TV, though, 
I think we all jumped. I said "whoa!", Karen said 
"Geez!", Jenni said "Fuck!" and Amy went "EEP!" and went 
as stiff as a board, her hands covering her face. 

A second later, I felt warmth blossoming in my crotch. A 
lot of warmth, that spread down between my legs and 
pooled under me. It took me a few seconds to realize 
what was going on.

"Um, Amy?!" I stammered, trying to move.

Amy had wet herself, and therefore also me. I pushed her 
off of my lap, and as she rose, still not facing me, I 
saw a giant dark wet spot on the seat of her khaki 
shorts. She turned towards me, terrified. "I couldn't 
help it!" She wailed, beginning to cry. "It just 
happened!"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" Jenni screeched in rage. "DID 
SHE JUST PISS ON YOU?"

"I couldn't help it!" Amy cried, still dripping. "Will, 
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Karen had jumped up, and turned on the lights. The movie 
was utterly forgotten in the chaos. I was trying to 
figure out how to stand with the least amount of 
squishiness. Amy was crying on the rug, Karen was 
running to the bathroom (I presume for towels) and Jenni 
was losing her mind.

"WHAT ARE YOU, RETARDED?! WHAT THE FUCK!!" She screamed 
at Amy. "YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!"

"No, I didn't!" Amy wailed. "It just... came out! I 
couldn't hold it!"

"She didn't mean it. Let me get changed and we'll go." I 
said to Jenni, but she quickly turned on me.

"If you think I'm gonna put my mouth on ANYTHING that 
she just PISSED ALL OVER, then you can forget that 
shit!" She said angrily, jabbing her finger at Amy. She 
turned back to me. "Tonight is OFF! Go take like five 
showers and I'll think about tomorrow night!"

Amy's jaw dropped, and her red, teary eyes narrowed. 
"You can't talk to him like that! He doesn't even like 
you!"

Jenni put her hands on her hips, and gave Amy her full 
attention. "What do you think you're talkin' about?! You 
just pissed in your pants like a baby! I'm supposed to 
fuckin' listen to you?! I'll talk to him any way I want, 
you soggy little shit!"

"That's enough!" I thundered, as Karen ran back in with 
towels.

Karen tossed me a towel, and one to Amy as well. As Amy 
wrapped the towel angrily around her waist, Karen turned 
to Jenni. "I think you should leave." She said this 
firmly and without room for argument. Jenni argued 
anyway.

"You think I should leave?! I don't think I should have 
been here in the first place! I wanted to find a quiet 
place to finally get his pants off but we had to come 
here for a little fuckin' tea party with two little 
girls!" Jenni waved her hands in the air. Amy ran out of 
the room, into the kitchen. "It's past your bedtime, 
anyway, isn't it?!" 

"Hey, easy!" I said. She whirled on me. "You're lucky 
you're rich and hung, but I swear to god, if one more 
thing... ."

"Don't forget your purse, you whore!" Amy yelled, and 
Jenni's purse came hurtling out of the dark kitchen. 
Jenni made a grab for it, but it struck the corner of 
the coffee table and just exploded. It must have been 
plastic after all, because it didn't shatter, but the 
hinges broke and both sides flew apart. Stuff went 
*everywhere*. Pennies, a pack of gum, a tampon, a 
lighter, a pen, all kinds of crap went flying. A 
prescription pill bottle spun to a stop at Karen's feet, 
and she quickly bent down and picked it up.

"YOU STUPID CUNT!" Jenni shrieked at the kitchen.

"Valtrex?" Karen said quietly, the only sound in that 
second of tense silence. The whole room froze. I mean we 
all stopped, but I also felt as if I had been dipped in 
ice. Jenni shot a guilty glance at me, but then turned 
back to Karen. Karen held up the bottle to show me, and 
then tossed it across the room to me.

Jenni made an attempt to catch it in the air as it went 
past, but she missed. I caught it, and looked at it. 
Valtrex, prescribed to Jennifer Timpanelli, 10 refills 
left. It was nearly empty.

"For herpes?" Karen asked, her voice light, but her 
expression steely.

"You... bitch!" Jenni snarled.

I felt like I had just dodged a real bullet aimed right 
at my face. The room spun as I tried to withstand the 
chills shooting down my spine and to all of my 
extremities. "We're done," I croaked. Herpes. Jesus 
Christ!

"I was going to tell you," Jenni stammered, "but I 
haven't had an outbreak in weeks! I'm totally safe."

I shook my head. "Get your stuff and get out." I heard 
my voice as if from a distance.

Amy stood in the kitchen doorway, her arms crossed. The 
look of triumph in her puffy red eyes was offset by the 
pink beach towel wrapped around her waist. "I THOUGHT I 
smelled something," she said.

"Hey, fuck you!" Jenni snapped, but the fire was gone 
now. She turned back to me. "Listen, don't you dare tell 
my dad. He doesn't know."

"Just leave. I won't talk if you don't, but get the hell 
out of my house." I said firmly.

"Sweet!" Amy cheered, but Karen snapped "Go clean up, 
Amy. Beat it."

Jenni had gathered her things, and glared at Amy and 
Karen, but she kept her mouth shut. I pointed out at the 
back door, and she started walking.

"You were so close." She stated flatly, angrily, as she 
stalked across the darkened kitchen. "I was so hot for 
you I could practically taste your cum. Again."

Praying that neither of the girls had heard that, I just 
shook my head and opened the back door for her, as her 
hands were full of purse shrapnel. "You don't know what 
you're missing." she said desperately.

"Let's keep it that way." I said, looking her right in 
the eye. "I didn't know what I would be catching 
either."

"Oh, come on," she said, rolling her eyes. "I take the 
medicine!"

"Sexually transmitted diseases are the ultimate deal-
breaker, plus you lied. You even told me not to worry 
about condoms!" I said, angrily.

"Listen, Pollyanna, nobody likes condoms. That's how 
those diseases get sexually transmitted in the first 
place. If condoms didn't suck, nobody would pass them 
on." She tried to rationalize her total reckless 
endangerment. I wasn't buying.

"Get lost," I said.

"I'm not going to tell Daddy about any of this, but if 
he really intends to give me the pizza shop to run for 
him, your job is shit from now on," she said, evilly.

"At least I'm clean," I shot back. "Enjoy your disease." 
I shut the door. I watched as she swore at the sky, got 
in her car and left. I suddenly remembered that I was 
soaked in urine.

I walked gingerly back into the living room. Amy was 
still there. "You were so cool!" she said. Karen rolled 
her eyes, but gave me a brave look.

"I've been peed on, shouted at, and a girl was planning 
on giving me herpes. I'm going to shower, and then bed," 
I said flatly. I felt like I was having a stroke. The 
idea if being within 30 minutes of herpes infection made 
my stomach feel like a war zone. I had gotten too close 
to destroying my life.

"Lola's coming over later, you're not going to see her?" 
Karen asked, concerned.

"I'm going to sleep. I feel very ill." I said, and 
trudged upstairs. I think I used all the hot water in 
the house, just standing under the spray. 

What the hell am I going to do now? Personal ads? I 
don't know anybody, I'm not in that giant dating pool 
known as high school, and I respect Lola too much to 
just start humping her leg. I'm losing my goddamn mind! 
These were the thoughts whirling through my head as I 
stood in the shower. Oh, yeah, also the weak-kneed 
feeling of nausea triggered by ALMOST catching herpes 
tonight. 

If I wasn't so distressed, I would have been incredibly 
horny, because I had been saving it up for the sex that 
was supposed to have taken place. As it stood, however, 
there was absolutely no life in my cock. I toweled off 
and sat naked on the edge of my bed. I spent the next 
twenty minutes staring off into space. I don't know if 
it was the shock or what, but my limbs felt like 
concrete. I felt like I could barely move.

I heard Amy yelp as she got into the shower to find only 
cold water in the pipes. I smiled a little smile. Serves 
you right for peeing in my lap, I thought without 
malice.

I pulled on some shorts, and went to bed. I slept almost 
immediately. Bad dreams interspersed with sex dreams 
ruined my rest all night. I'd be having sex with some 
faceless girl, and then my penis would rot off, leaving 
creeping black sores up my stomach and down my legs 
while I tried to scream. Or, I'd kiss Lola, Karen, Amy 
or even Liu Si and they would wither and die in seconds.

***
Chapter 6 - Karen makes her move / Amy's sleepover / The 
gazebo
***

The next morning came like a hammer hitting me in the 
eyes. I pried my eyelids up and stumbled to the 
bathroom, to find Amy brushing her teeth in a nightgown 
that was probably from when she was seven, as it barely 
covered her little backside. Not used to seeing her up 
this early, I frowned. Then I remembered everything from 
last night. 

Amy saw me in the mirror and turned, startled. "Oh! 
Um..." She turned and spat toothpaste into the sink. 
"I'll get out of your way. I'm so sorry about last 
night!" She said, agitated. "Please forgive me! It was 
totally an accident!"

Irritated, I waved away her apologies. "Forget it," I 
croaked.

"And Jenni had herpes?! Aren't you glad we found out!" 
Amy tried to brighten up, but I fought another wave of 
nausea. 

"Let's just drop it, OK?" I growled. "I don't want to 
talk about it."

Amy ran up to me and hugged me around the waist. "Not 
until you forgive me!" Her mouth was smiling, but her 
eyes were sad. She was trying to silly her way out of 
the guilt she no doubt felt.

I frowned down at her. "If you don't let go of me and 
get out of the bathroom, I might end up peeing on YOU."

She threw her head back and squinched her eyes shut. "Go 
ahead! I deserve it!" She declared theatrically. I had 
no choice but to snort a laugh. She gripped me tighter. 
"Quit laughing at me! I deserve to be punished!" She 
laughed, trying to keep up the martyr act.

I gently pushed her away. "Look, I'll get over it, ok? 
But right now I'm still freaked out about it. So go to 
your room and let me use the bathroom, ok? We'll 
negotiate your punishment later." I smiled at her so she 
would calm down.

"Just don't ground me. I REALLY! REALLY! want to go to 
Michaela's sleepover tonight, you already said I could." 
She skipped to the doorway and turned around. In the 
little nightgown, her legs looked a mile long. She 
tossed her hair over her shoulder, leaned on the 
doorframe, and batted her lashes at me. 
"Pleeeeeeeeeeease?" She said, posing.

"OUT!" I bellowed, pointing out the door. She pouted at 
me, but stepped back and shut the door. It wasn't until 
I was halfway done peeing that I realized she had left 
through the door to MY room. I groaned.

When Amy is in trouble, she acts extra childlike and 
cute, because she thinks this will help get her off the 
hook. She knows you can't really be that mad at someone 
who is adorable, and she KNOWS that she is adorable. So, 
she acts super cute and clings to you wherever you go 
until you let her out of trouble. It really works, too.

I went back into my room to find her bouncing up and 
down on the edge of my bed, kicking her long legs in the 
air. She gave me a big smile when she saw me.

"Hey, don't pee on that. I need to sleep there tonight." 
I said. She pretended to give me a shocked look. "You 
should have told me that BE-FORE I did it." She said, 
with a sparkling grin.

I sighed. "What's it gonna take for you to give me some 
space today?"

She slowly climbed down from the bed and walked over to 
me. "Forgive me for peeing on you. Tell me you don't 
hate me, even if you do, just tell me anyway. And hug me 
and tell me that you love me. I feel terrible about last 
night. Not the Jenni leaving part, I feel no guilt about 
that, but the making you mad part." She said. When she 
looked up at me, I could tell that all the pretense was 
gone. She was completely serious. She chewed her lip 
nervously while she waited to see what I would say.

"Hey," I said, and gathered her into my arms gently. 
"Listen," I began, but faltered. She looked up at me 
with her big eyes. I sighed. "I don't hate you, ok? I'm 
just freaked out because I came really close to catching 
an incurable disease. It's like finding out you almost 
drank poison. And also, you peed all over me last 
night." I looked at her, and she had the grace to blush. 
"Actually the peeing's not so bad, it's just been about 
seven years since the last time you did it."

"Really?" She was surprised. "Did I pee on you when I 
was a baby?"

"You peed on *everything* when you were a baby." I told 
her. "You were a pee *machine.*"

She covered her face with her hand, still blushing. She 
was so cute. Then and now.

I sighed. "Let's go take some tests." I said. "Last day 
of school." I patted her on the shoulder.

"Yay!" She said, and took off. I got dressed and trudged 
downstairs. I just felt kind of lifeless. Last night was 
extremely taxing.

When I got to the kitchen, it was a lively place. Karen 
was zinging around, cooking up a storm, Amy was talking 
animatedly with Lola, who was sitting at the kitchen 
island with a cup of coffee.

Karen was wearing a tight blouse (well, tight for 
someone with her bust) and shorts, Amy was wearing a 
super-tight t-shirt that said You Wish and denim daisy 
dukes. Lola, on the other hand, looked anything but 
casual. She was wearing a short-sleeved white blouse 
that buttoned up the front, and then over top of that 
she had on a pinstriped sheath dress that went all the 
way to her knees. The top of the dress, however, only 
came up her ribcage, which made her blouse (and 
therefore her breasts) seem to pop out of the top. 
Imagine St. Pauli Girl's beer wench blouse and you'll 
know what I mean. 

When I came into the room, she put down her coffee and 
stood. Long legs, slim hips, narrow waist, and then 
white breasts and sleeves. She walked over to me on high 
heels and put her arms around me. She smelled nice.

"Karen told me about the fireworks last night." She 
said. "Sounds like you had a terrible evening. I'm so 
sorry."

I hugged her back, not because I really felt I needed 
emotional support, but because I would be a fool to pass 
up a chance to put my arms around her. "You look nice 
today." I said, giving her an extra squeeze. 

She chuckled quietly. "This was the sexy schoolteacher 
outfit I warned you about." She murmured in my ear. "I 
felt you could use some cheering up."

"Always a good choice." I said, and reluctantly let go 
of her. Sigh. So sexy, so out of my reach. All of them, 
I realized, looking at my sisters as well. This is going 
nowhere. I'm just going to end up some middle-aged guy 
slowly masturbating to death, dying eventually of sheer 
dehydration. But what a way to go.

I trudged over to the kitchen island, just in time for 
Karen to put a plate in front of me. Biscuits and gravy, 
fried eggs, and sausage patties. My favorite. "Your 
favorite!" She said, giving me a hopeful smile. "I feel 
responsible for last night's disaster, so starting 
today, I'm going to make it up to you."

I was touched. "You don't have to do that," I said. "And 
what do you mean "starting today?" Continuing until 
when?" She shrugged.

"Last night you just seemed to shut down." she said, 
looking at me. "You trudged off upstairs and went to 
bed. You didn't even wait to see Lola."

"Yeah!" Lola said, pretending to be mad.

"Soooo," Karen smiled at me, tilting her head. "I'm 
going to get you out of this doom and gloom mood you're 
in. I'm going to make it up to you."

I shook my head. So much she doesn't know about this, I 
thought. "You don't have to make anything up to me," I 
said.

"I didn't say I HAD to, I said I was GOING to." She 
clarified, and squeezed my hand.

"And I'm gonna let you take all my tests, so you'll feel 
extra smart because you can ace them all," Amy 
announced, giggling.

"Hey, you're still in trouble from last night." Karen 
said. "You peed on him."

"Nuh-uh!" Amy debated. "He forgave me already!"

"Yeah, but I haven't." Karen glared at Amy. "I WATCHED 
you drink like ten cups of water at dinner. Plus, I'll 
bet YOU drank all the new Gatorade I bought."

"Um, I don't remember," Amy answered evasively. I slowly 
turned to look at her. She blushed and would not meet my 
gaze. 

"If I find out that was on purpose, I'm going to be 
mad." I said.

"But it saved you from herpes, right?" Amy asked, 
whining a little.

"That was AFTER the fact. You didn't KNOW she had herpes 
when you peed," Karen said.

"Guys, I hate to interfere, but if you're going to eat 
this lovely breakfast, you need to do it. Class is 
starting soon." Lola said gently. "I declare this court 
in recess." She banged her spoon on the countertop.

We got down to the business of eating. "Karen and Amy 
told me about the court thing you guys do." Lola 
confided to me, as we enjoyed the delicious meal. "How'd 
I do?

"Excellent, your honor," I said, grinning.

"I'd like to see you in chambers." Karen leered, 
wiggling her eyebrows. Amy laughed, Lola blushed. I just 
ate. Not much seemed funny today.

Tests were a drudge. Blah, blah, blah, blah. I think I 
severely messed up the Trig portion, but I'm not sure. 
Who knows. I just felt numb. My sisters had run off my 
best chance at lusting after someone else. The fact that 
it had been the right thing to do didn't make it any 
easier.

Soon, another year of school was in the can, as they 
say. In this case, it felt more like in the mail. We 
signed some stuff, Lola signed some stuff, and then we 
sealed the last envelope.

Before she left for the hospital, Lola put her arm 
around my shoulder. "Karen told me what happened. Don't 
feel bad. It'll get better."

"I know, I just... I don't know what to do now," I said. 
"It's kinda complicated."

"I understand, but just remember it'll get better. Trust 
me." She gave me a squeeze. "You and Karen are both 
growing up so fast. But I can tell both of you that 
sometimes it takes a while. You can't rush things. 
You'll find your perfect girl. I KNOW you will." She 
kissed me on the cheek. (We were in the kitchen after 
all, in broad daylight.)

"How about you?" I asked, aware of the unclear meaning. 
She looked at me slyly. "What ABOUT me, William 
Humbert?"

"Have you met anyone yet?" I asked, all innocence. "Any 
Mr. Right?

"I met Mr. Hands, and Mr. Liar, but no." She said, 
disappointed. "It's harder for me, I think. I'm not 
innocent enough to fall for b.s., not trashy enough to 
accept it anyway."

"Well, I think you're just right." I said. "Any man 
would be lucky to have you. I know *I* would feel 
lucky." Doesn't hurt to get a flirt in, I thought.

"Don't you say the sweetest things?" She looked at me 
again. "Well, you've certainly given me something to 
think about." She tilted her head. "I'm running to the 
hospital now, but... maybe we can talk later this week?" 
She looked at me, half hopeful, half nervous.

"I'd love that." I said sincerely. "You know where to 
find me." She gave me a long look, and then stepped in 
close. My heart leapt. "Listen," she began, but Amy came 
galloping into the kitchen, so she quickly stepped back 
again. She blushed, wished us a good night, and left. I 
watched her walk away down the patio and steps, but she 
seemed to be talking to herself, clenching her fists and 
waving her hand sideways in a "no" kind of gesture. I 
hoped she was ok. She was under a lot of stress.

"Sleepover, sleepover!" Amy was singing to herself. 
"Slu-huh-humber parteeeee!" she was dancing and grooving 
at the icemaker, filling a cup.

"Sounds like you've got a full evening." I said, sitting 
down at the kitchen island.

"Yep!" She chirped. "Michaela invited four of us over 
for her sleepover, and she just got a Wii for her 
birthday, so it's going to be fun!"

She got out some purple beverage and poured a big glass. 
"We're going to stay up laaaaaate, and watch 
moooooovies, and play Truth or Daaaaaare, all kinds of 
cool stuff."

Her mention of Truth or Dare reminded me of Sandi's 
party. "Well, don't let it get out of control." I said. 
"Don't do anything stupid or dangerous."

She snorted. "Could you imagine the police having to 
come and shut down a slumber party for nine and ten year 
olds? That would be hilarious."

I shook my head. "Not as hilarious as you think," I 
said. "let's try to keep police activity to a minimum."

"Fine, grampa." Amy pretended to be annoyed, rolling her 
eyes, but I could see the twinkle in them.

"So am I driving you or what?" I asked. She shook her 
head.

"Destiny's mom is coming past here anyway, so she'll 
stop and pick me up. Same thing for coming home 
tomorrow." 

I suddenly realized that all Amy's friends from school 
had stripper names. "So who all is going to be there?" I 
asked, innocently.

"Me, Michaela, Crystal, Destiny, and Brandi." She 
counted off. This is hilarious, I thought, I have to 
tell Karen later.

"Do you need to pack?" I asked.

"No, we're all going to sleep naked!" Amy snapped. "Why 
so many questions?"

I shrugged. "Lately you've said I'm ignoring you, so I'm 
trying to pay attention. Plus, you haven't really told 
me much about this party. Where is Micheala's house, who 
are her parents, and so on."

"Well, her mom has some kind of disease that keeps her 
in bed most of the time, so they've got this actual 
hospital bed upstairs, and a nurse come over three times 
a week. It's nothing contagious, it's like Parkinson or 
MS or something. Her dad works in the photo booth at 
(horrible major superstore) so he always smells funny, 
like bleach or something. I've never been to her house, 
but Crystal says it's really nice, although Crystal's 
house is terrible, so who knows." Amy said.

"See? That wasn't so hard," I said. 

Amy put down her cup and came over and hugged me. "I'm 
sorry I snapped at you." She said. "I love you. I missed 
you. It was like you were here, but you weren't here." 
She smelled fruity, but exotic somehow, and I couldn't 
identify it. "New shampoo?" I asked, lightly.

"I got blueberry body wash. Do you like it?" She grinned 
up at me. "Karen's rockin' the strawberry shampoo, and 
she always smells so good, but I didn't want to copy 
her. Do you think it's good?" 

"I think it's very nice," I said evenly. Dammit, now 
blueberries are going to make me horny too! 
AAAIIIIIEEEE!

"I was going to get cherry, but it smelled like 
medicine." She hugged me tighter. "So if I was a 
blueberry, would you pick me?" Her tongue ran lightly 
along her lips.

"Absolutely." I said, with complete honesty. Dammit. She 
grinned up at me lasciviously, but then laughed. "You're 
SO blushing right now!" She said delightedly.

I let go of her and rubbed my face briskly. "Too late!" 
She sang. "I already saaawww it!" She remained hugged up 
to me, laughing. "Hee hee!"

"Do I need to yell for Karen to come and rescue me?" I 
asked, trying to disentangle myself.

"Do you NEED rescued? How do you know she's not on my 
side?" Amy teased, but let go of me. "It's good to have 
you back. I missed you a LOT." She said, calming down.

"It was only like a week," I said, defensively.

"Too long!" Amy said, pointing her finger at me like a 
gun. "I need my big brother all the time! Bros before 
hoes, or however they say that."

"No more MTV for you," I said, smiling.

"Awww! Without MTV how am I expected to corrupt myself?" 
She asked. She did a little dance move that involved 
licking her finger and then tracing a line up her torso. 
"And what about that?"

I laughed, but just between me and you it WAS kinda hot. 
Get a hold of yourself! I ordered myself silently. Amy 
was on 100% full blast cute, and loving it. She grinned 
at me. I went at her like I was going to tickle her, and 
she squealed and ran. Whew. 

Ok, my Karen attraction was because she was a beautiful 
woman with curves, grace, and sheer sex appeal just 
radiating from her. That was understandable to me. I'm a 
regular, red-blooded guy, and she's a goddamn knockout. 
It makes perfect animal sense that I want to mate with 
her. But Amy? No real curves to speak of, other than her 
butt, total tomboy, more likely to wear pigtails than 
perfume, but somehow she was getting me aroused too. Am 
I a pedophile? I thought to myself. I just can't explain 
it. Maybe I'm seeing the beautiful woman she'll become 
soon, and I'm... nah, it's her, and it's now. Damn.

I was tempted to go hold my pants open under the 
icemaker. I even knew if I went to my room to 
masturbate, that it would be Amy fucking me, her little 
pink tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration 
as she ground her little pussy against my pelvis. How my 
cock managed to fit inside of her was never part of the 
fantasy. It was always buried to the hilt, and she was 
always working hard for it. There must be something 
wrong with me.

Karen came in to make dinner, and saw me sitting there. 
"What's up? You look like you're sick." She asked, 
concerned. She got under the sink and hauled out a 
cookie sheet.

(Oh, I most certainly am.) I thought, but I said. "Ahh, 
nothing. Just sitting."

"Fish for supper?" She asked, holding up a box of 
breaded fish "filets" with a ruddy bearded fisherman on 
the cover. That guy never looked sober to me.

"Sure," I said dully.

"Are you still upset about last night?" She asked 
gently.

I shrugged. "It's complicated," I said. "I'm still 
mostly freaked out about the herpes thing."

Karen gave me a look over her shoulder. "Well, you 
haven't been in any situations where you might have 
caught it, RIGHT?" she asked, a little something extra 
in her tone.

"No," I said. (but just barely.)

"So aren't you glad we're so pushy?" She asked, a bit 
embarrassed. "Otherwise you might never have found out 
before... you know. When she was yelling at you she was 
talking about putting her mouth on 'it.' She must have 
thought she was pretty close to getting it." 

I could see the blush creeping up the back of her neck. 
She put the pan in the oven.

"Yeah," I said, without much enthusiasm. Karen looked at 
me, and I could see she was blushing. "I mean I'm glad 
you guys were looking out for me." I said, a bit more 
warmly.

"Amy's having pizza at Michaela's house, so it's just us 
tonight." Karen said. "What else would you like to 
have?" I shrugged.

"Rice and brussel-sprouts?" Karen smiled hopefully. I 
nodded. Amy didn't care for brussel-sprouts, but Karen 
loved it, so we didn't have it very often, or at least 
not without a fight. Karen reached over and grabbed my 
hand. "Hey!" She said gently. "Cheer up! I'm going to 
take extra good care of you tonight. Back rub, foot rub, 
anything you want to make up for last night."

"I already told you that you don't have anything to make 
up." I said. "She had herpes. I got rid of HER, you guys 
didn't really run her off."

"I already told YOU that I don't care. Good times 
tonight. You'll see." She went back to cooking, humming 
a happy little repetitive tune.

After a couple of minutes, I went outside to the patio 
and flopped down on a chair. The afternoon sun was kind 
of soothing, and I soon fell asleep. My total lack of 
rest the night before meant that I was totally asleep 
when Amy came blasting out of the kitchen with her 
Hannah Montana duffel bag. I kinda jolted awake, 
groggily sitting up. I couldn't have been asleep for 
more than ten minutes, but my brain was totally out of 
whack.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you sitting there!" Amy said 
breathlessly.

"It's cool," I said, grinding my hands into my eyes, 
trying to pull it together.

"Destiny's going to be here any minute, so I wanted to 
wait outside. Her mom is dropping us off on the way to 
work, so I don't want to make her late." Amy said, and 
came over and sat on the edge of my deck chair. She 
tossed her hair back and looked at me. "You ok?" I 
shrugged.

"I'm sorry to be running off on your first night home in 
a week, but this party was planned back in December. I 
just couldn't miss it." She fiddled with her earrings, 
which were big hoops. "Gotta look good for the girls." 
She joked.

A station wagon pulled recklessly around the house, and 
a black girl Amy's age leaned halfway out of the rear 
window and yelled "Holla!" The woman driving, also 
black, was wearing silver lipstick and glitter makeup 
that I could see from here.

"What does Destiny's mom do?" I asked casually, as Amy 
stood up and shouldered her duffel bag.

"She's a dancer." Amy said. "Can you tell?" She shot me 
a grin.

"Yeah, I had a suspicion." I grinned back. Just being 
around my sisters made me feel better, I have to admit. 
Just little moments sharing a laugh or a smile make a 
world of difference. "Stool Pigeons?" I asked quietly.

"Community Chest, over in (other local town.) It's way 
classier." Amy said in a sarcastic tone. "Miss me, ok?" 
She gave me a kiss on the cheek, with a hint of 
blueberry.

"I will," I promised.

Amy jogged over to the car and hugged the girl sticking 
out of it. They both piled back in, and she waved 
excitedly as the car sped out of sight around the 
corner.

I got up and walked back inside, to find Karen in the 
freezer. I walked up behind her and said "Hey." She 
jumped. 

"Geez! What-" but stopped as I grabbed her up in a big 
hug. She sighed happily and put her arms around me too, 
but squealed when I picked her up. Her breasts were 
mashed against me, and I took a moment to enjoy the 
feeling before I set her back on her feet. "Whew. What 
was that for?"

I shrugged. "Do I need a reason?"

"No, you don't." Karen said happily. "That felt really 
nice. Plus you seem to be cheering up."

"I realized that all I need to feel better is you." I 
said. She blushed. "How do you-"

"I just need to spend time with you and Amy and I'll 
feel better in no time. My funky mood was while I was 
not with you two. It's probably related." It wasn't as 
simple as that, but it was still at least partly true. 
Separate from them - not feeling great. Plus, I only 
felt bad because I chose to do so. I could CHOOSE to 
feel better about all this.

"Wellll," She said, still blushing. "I promise to take 
over Amy's share of the cheering up duties." She gave a 
little curtsey, and smiled.

"I really did miss you guys, no kidding." I said. 

"We missed you, too. A lot." Karen said, but threw her 
arms around me again. "More hugs, please?" I buried my 
face in her neck as I squeezed her. "Mmmmmmm." She 
sighed. "I needed that. And I still need more, but right 
now dinner's almost done."

"Awww," I said, but I let her go. Man, that was nice! 
Maybe I can just control myself around her. She seems to 
love the hugs and physical closeness. Maybe I can get 
through this without doing anything horrible to her. 
Maybe I can just police myself carefully when I'm around 
her, and spend the rest of my time masturbating quietly. 
Maybe the devil will pop up and just take me straight to 
hell! I kicked myself mentally.

"Let's have dinner and then I'm all yours, though." She 
grinned. Oh how I wish, I thought. I turned towards the 
table and she exclaimed "Eww! there's something on your 
shirt!"

I looked down at my right shoulder and could just barely 
see some kind of splotch. "Uh, I think a bird got me. 
Nasty!" 

She waved her hands in disgust. "I'm so glad I went left 
on those hugs! I almost put my face on it! Ugh!"

"I'll go change." I said, and headed upstairs. I ditched 
the shirt in the hamper and went to the closet. Looking 
back, I realize now that I was picking out a "date" 
shirt, a nice button-up shirt when normally I would have 
just grabbed another tee shirt. At the time though, I 
was only thinking about looking nice for Karen. WHY I 
should look nice wasn't a thought I spent any time 
analyzing.

Getting back downstairs, I found the dining room lit by 
candles. Karen was carrying in our plates, and gave me a 
smile. "I thought it was candle time. We did it for Lola 
the other night, so I thought our dinner tonight could 
be fancy."

"Sure," I said. Watching as she flitted around, I 
noticed something. "You seem lot more cheerful as well."

"Hmm?" She said.

"Well, for several days now you've been nearly on the 
edge of tears every time I saw you. You look all happy 
now," I said.

She gave me a look, but then smiled. "Ok, you're right. 
I was confused and stressed out, but now I think I'm 
better." She put our cups on the table.

"Does that mean you're ready to talk to me?" I asked. 
"About whatever it was?"

"Maybe. After supper." She said evasively. "White grape 
juice? We're having fish, after all."

"Sure," I chuckled. She returned in a moment with two 
stemmed glasses and set one in front of me. "Wow," I 
said. She positively sparkled with a smile. When I took 
a sip, the juice tasted fizzy and a little tart. "I 
added some ginger ale for some fizz," She admitted, 
seating herself at my right. "It's nice." I said 
truthfully.

We began to eat. Everything was delicious, and soon I 
began to relax. Karen actually got up to refill my glass 
(twice) so all I had to do was sit and chew. I felt 
pampered already. We made small talk about school being 
over, Lola being really cool (Karen called her "totally 
hot" at least twice that I remember), and summer being 
finally here.

"So you and Amy are going to visit Mrs. Klemp tomorrow?" 
I asked, taking another drink. "Are you looking forward 
to it or dreading it?"

"A little of both?" Karen winced. "I mean I love her and 
I miss her, but from what Lola says, that's not really 
her anymore, just her body. The real her is already gone 
on. I'm basically going to her tomorrow to say goodbye." 
She looked at me clear-eyed. "I've already shed all of 
my selfish tears, but tomorrow I'm going to say goodbye 
with love and dignity. I'll show her respect instead of 
blubbering all over her."

It was touching and surprisingly mature. I reached out 
and touched her hand. "She'd be so proud of you," I 
said. "You're an excellent young woman."

Karen blushed. "I'm not sure how proud she'd be or how 
excellent I am, but I know I owe her that respect. She 
was my mom, emotionally and I guess spiritually too." 
She took a big drink from her glass. "But I might cry 
anyway, when I get home."

"That's ok, too," I said, and we resumed eating.

After a few minutes, I mentioned what I had learned 
about Amy's friends and the fact that they all had names 
suitable for strippers. Karen laughed. "I think one of 
them's mom actually IS a stripper."

"How come she's a stripper and her kid is fine, but WE 
got branded by our mother sleeping around?" I asked, 
lightly.

"Just cause she dances go-go, that don't make her a ho, 
no." Karen sang, and we laughed. Dinner was soon 
concluded, and Karen took my hand and led me into the 
living room, where she installed me on the floor in 
front of the couch, and began rubbing my neck and 
shoulders.

Her fingers found and unwound every knot in my 
shoulders, and pure pleasure flowed all the way to my 
fingertips. It felt like warm honey was flowing down my 
back. She then rubbed up my neck, gently pulling my 
ears, and massaged my scalp with her fingernails. If I 
had been a dog, my leg would have been thumping like 
crazy. I was practically mesmerized.

We ended up with both of us on the couch, the fireplace 
lit, watching one of those Planet Earth documentaries 
the Discovery Channel occasionally reruns. We started 
out sitting side by side, but Karen kept fidgeting 
against me, so I ended up kinda laying down against one 
arm of the couch, one foot on the floor, the other leg 
behind her. She sat halfway in my lap, halfway laying on 
my stomach and chest.

The whole room was kinda warm and fuzzy. I was about to 
doze off, when Karen gently took the remote off the back 
of the couch and turned the TV off.

"So after much deliberation, and tears, and sleepless 
nights, and stomach aches, I think I'm ready to talk to 
you about what's been making me upset." Karen said 
calmly, resting her hands on my ribcage and her chin on 
her hands.

"Ok," I said, comfy but awake. "I'm ready."

"But first, I need a promise." She said. "If it turns 
out I'm totally off base, and wrong, and crazy, please 
don't get mad. Let's pretend this is a save point, like 
in a video game. If I die in a minute, we can reload our 
lives from here and it's like it never happened. Can we 
do that?" She sounded nervous.

"So if this isn't cool, you want me to rewind and 
unlisten?" I said, a little apprehensive.

"Yeah." She said. "Please? I've never been so serious in 
my life. I'm begging you."

"Sure. I keep telling you, you can tell me anything. I 
love you, you know, I'm not going to run away and freak 
out." I murmured, my eyes closed in relaxation.

"Well, you might. Let's just say tonight I'm finally 
going to cash in that promise. Ok?"

"Ok." I said. "Save point made."

She took a deep breath. "I'm not happy with you dating. 
I mean really not happy. It's driving me crazy, in fact, 
that you're leaving us to go look for love, and you're 
finding plenty of tramps. It's just no good." She said 
seriously. "I know I already said this, but every time 
you go out, I die a little inside. 

"I can't escape the feeling that you're slipping away 
from me, from us, and I can't live with that feeling, 
even for an evening. It really hurts. So I wanted to 
talk to you about some things. I've been trying to 
convince myself that it is ok to tell you these things 
in my heart, because not telling you feels like I'm 
going to die."

"There's no alternative that I can see." I said. "I mean 
about not going out on dates with girls. Are you asking 
me to never find romance?"

"Let's just forget about that for a moment, and 
concentrate on the problem first." Karen said. "The 
girls you've dated so far have been total trash. This 
has been especially hard on Amy and myself, because we 
know you know that they're trash. But you're still 
chasing them."

"One of them was chasing me," I protested weakly, but I 
knew she was right.

"Describe your perfect girl. If you could wave a magic 
wand and create her, who would she be? Be as specific as 
you can, and don't leave anything out." She poked me 
with her finger. "Be brutally honest. I know this may be 
a weird request, but please, do it for me." Her voice 
was soothing and gentle.

You. You, you, you, you, you, YOU! Everything about you, 
your eyes, your lips, your hair, your smile, your 
gorgeous body, your amazing mind, your sense of humor, 
your gentleness, your dirty laugh, your cooking, your 
kindness, you, you, you! I choked back the words. "I, 
uh..." I faltered.

"Big or little breasts?" Karen asked, with a smile.

"Big, please," I mumbled.

"Blonde, brunette, or bald?" She giggled.

"Not the bald one," I said weakly.

"Smart or dumb?" 

"Oh, very smart," I said. "Smarter than me, I'd bet."

"See how easy it is? Now your turn." She rubbed my chest 
reassuringly.

"Kind." I said. "Thoughtful. Gentle. Patient. Forgiving. 
Graceful. Sweet. Positive. Caring. Funny. Sexy. Brave," 
I said.

She smiled. "That's all?"

I made myself grin, although I was about terrified. 
"She'd have a lot in common with you."

"Will, I need to ask you a very important question. And 
I need a real, honest, complete answer, no matter how it 
sounds."

I gestured for her to ask me. She looked me right in the 
eye and said "I need your promise that you'll tell me 
the truth, and not try to spare my feelings or sugarcoat 
it. It won't be an easy question, but I will need to 
know your answer." I nodded.

"You've said before that if you knew another girl like 
me, you'd do anything to be with her. So how do you feel 
about me? I mean really really, really. Were you telling 
the truth? Do you want a girl like me? What ABOUT me? 
Would you... COULD you love me?"

I cleared my throat, and prepared to downplay the truth, 
but she grabbed the collar of my shirt firmly. "The 
truth! This is the most important question in your 
life!" She wasn't angry, but there was a desperation 
there. She was begging me. 

So I told her. I didn't know why, but it all just came 
tumbling out.

"Going out with Sandi and Jenni was an attempt to find 
someone else to care about, because my feelings for you 
were getting too... intense. I couldn't allow myself to 
be so attracted to you, but I couldn't just pick up on 
another girl either, I tried. As far back as I can 
remember, you've been sort of the yardstick I was 
judging all other women by. 

"Knowing you, how smart, kind and all-around perfect I 
think you are, I'd been subconsciously comparing them 
all to you. I didn't even realize it until a few weeks 
ago, but it's always been you that I was trying to find 
a girl like. A girl with your personality, your soul, 
and your total and complete beauty. And I can't. You're 
the only one there is. The standard you've set is 
impossible for them to attain. You've ruined me for 
other women."

"Oh." Karen just stared at me, her eyes huge and 
unreadable. I faltered. What the hell was I DOING? 
"Maybe I should have asked YOU for a go-back." I 
stammered, horrified at what I had just admitted.

Tears welled in her eyes. "No, I was hoping you'd say 
something like that." And then the next thing I know we 
were kissing.

At first, I was electrified with shock. Her kisses were 
light and sweet, and when she came back for the third 
one, she nibbled gently on my lower lip. My paralysis 
was broken, but only so I could reflexively put my arms 
around her.

She kept her hand on my collar, holding me down, as it 
were, her lips light on mine, but each contact rocked me 
like a hammer blow.

Some (tiny, stupid, ethical) part of my brain knew that 
I shouldn't be doing this, but a willing Karen in my 
arms wholly drowns out that annoying mental itch.

Our kisses grew more heated. She rubbed my chest with 
her hands; I rubbed her back. Little growls of 
pleasure/impatience escaped her lips when they were not 
pressed directly against mine. I was in heaven.

She rucked my shirt up to my neck and put her hands 
right on my skin, not scratching me, but definitely 
making her presence known. I took this as a sign to put 
my hands under HER shirt, but she pushed herself up with 
an impatient grunt and whipped her shirt off in one big 
sweep. I had a moment's glimpse of a white lacy bra on 
her magnificent torso before it was once again thrust 
against me.

Some of the shock was wearing off, so I was starting to 
enjoy the kissing and groping. God, it was fantastic. 
After a few more minutes with her delicious lips and 
tongue, she lunged forward and nibbled my ear. I began 
kissing her neck, gently tracing my tongue along her 
sensitive skin. She groaned in my ear and straddled me 
firmly. I think my penis must have been rock hard at 
this point, but there was so much going on that I didn't 
pay attention to it.

After a few moments, she ran her thumbs across my 
nipples, which kinda jolted me. I've never felt anything 
sexual from my nipples, but they are definitely 
sensitive to touch. When she pinched them, I gave a 
little "ow!" sound and she let go.

"Sorry!" She gasped, and stuck her tongue in my mouth, 
where it was welcomed by mine.

She ground her lips and hips against me. My cock at this 
point became noticeable to me as something:
*A) rubbing near my bellybutton
*B) hurting from being bent so much

I tried to readjust myself, but the move did not go 
unnoticed. "Are you ok? Am I crushing you?" Karen asked, 
all concern.

"Not at all! I mean, I'm fine, I'm just a bit... 
folded." I stammered.

"I know." She grinned. "I've been rubbing against it 
since we started. I hope it doesn't hurt."

"It's a little bent," I allowed, still trying to 
reposition it.

"It's not a *little* anything." She smiled, and changed 
her attack. She kissed my lips, my chin, my neck, my 
collarbone, my chest, right above my navel, and then she 
was right at The Bulge. My fevered brain suddenly 
realized what she was about to do when she looked up at 
me and licked her lips.

"Wait!" I gasped, but she did not.

"Ha-ha!" She smiled, and yanked my shorts down before I 
could grab her wrists to stop her. My hard-on flung up 
like a catapult and actually bopped her on the chin.

"Oh!" she cried, startled at first, and then amazed. 
"Ohhhhhhhh."

I tried to cover myself, but she practically slapped my 
hands away. "Look at YOU," she purred, grabbing my cock 
firmly and giving it a squeeze. "Wow. It's so warm!" Her 
hand was holding the base of it. She gave it an 
experimental wiggle, and then a waggle. Her fingertip 
stroked it, and I swear I got an inch longer. "It's hard 
and soft at the same time," She murmured, her eyes wide.

She made eye contact with me finally, and blushed. 
"Will, it's beautiful."

"It's just an erection," I stammered, afraid to even 
move.

"No, it's *your* erection, and it's definitely a BIG 
one." She stroked it again, upwards, and a bead of pre-
cum appeared at the tip. (Which was weird, because I 
didn't think I did that.)

"Oh my god," She sighed. "Look!" She wiped it off with 
her fingertip, which caused more to be produced 
immediately.

Harvesting the second drop, she rolled it between her 
thumb and forefinger, and then smelled it. "Mmm," she 
sighed.

"Umm, I think we should definitely-" I began, but she 
had already licked her finger with a thoughtful 
expression. "Oh god," I gulped.

She daintily licked her thumb and sighed happily. "Oh, 
yeah." She swallowed. "I was worried it might taste bad 
or something, but this is definitely a good taste." She 
gave me a squeeze and more beaded up.

She leaned forward and LICKED MY COCK HEAD!!

Now, I cannot tell a lie. It felt holy jeebus fucking 
great, but my conscience made a final stand at that 
moment.

"Karen, stop! You can't do this!" It said, using my 
voice.

"Maybe not yet, but I promise you I will try my best." 
She said earnestly, and put her mouth on my cock.

The next several minutes are jumbled in my memory. I 
mean, there *were* some false starts, and a few 
encounters with her teeth accidentally scraping, but in 
general, I can only call it a suck-cess. Good times. It 
being a first time for both of us, neither REALLY knew 
what to expect, but sweet heavens, that girl learned 
quick!

She started using her mouth and her hands in unison, 
then alternately, then hands sliding up while her mouth 
slid down, etc. And her tongue! All the time it was 
fluttering like a hummingbird. I could barely hold 
still, I was writhing in so much pleasure. She wasn't 
able to take me all the way in, but what she did was in 
HEAVEN.

I could barely keep my eyes open (or focused) but Karen 
kept her attention on me. Her big eyes never left my 
face.

"I love you." I gasped, and her eyes crinkled in a 
smile. "I always have."

"I know." She said happily, after sliding her mouth off 
with a wet slurp. She licked the entire underside, from 
the base to the tip, and then thrust her mouth back down 
onto it again.

I was running out of time. I was going to cum so hard, 
my balls felt like they were revving like race car 
engines.

"Karen, I can't hold it! I'm gonna cum!" I gasped. 
"Soon!"

"Mmmmmm," She hummed, making my whole dick vibrate. Oh 
god, so much closer now! She pulled back until just her 
lips were on my cockhead, stroking firmly with one hand, 
the other holding the base firmly. She intended to have 
me cum in her mouth!

I was gone, like a leaf swept over a waterfall. I came 
harder than I have ever cum in my life, just wave after 
wave of pleasure. My toes curled so hard that all my toe 
knuckles *popped.* There may have been screaming 
involved, outcries to a certain "ohgod" but my memory of 
specifics is totally washed out on this point.

Karen was caught a bit by surprise , I think. Her breath 
had been whooshing in and out through her nose, quite 
fast in her excitement, but it suddenly stopped and 
started, in a sort of nasal gasp, as she tried to 
contain what I was producing.

"MMMFFF!" She squealed through her nose, not letting go, 
not giving up. She swallowed several times, more than 
twice, but other than that, I can't remember. I was 
gone.

Did you ever hear that urban legend about how if you can 
grab a rattlesnake by its tail and crack it like a whip, 
it's head will pop off? That's about what I felt like. I 
almost passed out.

When I came to, Karen had her cheek resting on my thigh, 
just slowly stroking my cock upwards. "It's still hard," 
she murmured, as if there wasn't anything else to talk 
about.

I struggled to regain the ability to speak. "I don't 
know HOW," I said, almost drunkenly. "Holy cow."

"Was that ok?" Karen asked, still stroking. "I read how 
to do it online, but this was a real... experience."

"That was completely amazing!" I said. "I've never... I 
mean it was SO... wow!"

She was quietly delighted. "Good! I wanted it to be. And 
your cum! I think that was my favorite part. You made so 
much of it!"

I tried to shrug helplessly, but I was laying down, so 
it didn't really look right.

She stroked my cock a bit more, her eyes bright, and a 
crafty look appeared on her beautiful, flushed face. 
"Don't move." She breathed, and stood, turning her back 
to me.

In the dim light of the room, I could see her taking 
down her shorts, her ass swaying left and right as she 
inched them down her gorgeous hips. She stepped out of 
them, laying them down on the floor near our shirts.

She turned, quickly stepped up and threw her leg over my 
hips, straddling me, one foot on the floor.

"What?" I startled, once again stricken by conscience.

Her gentle weight, and the warmth of her skin pressed 
against me finished the recharging of my erection to 
full strength. It was once again rubbing at my 
bellybutton, and she was once again sitting on it, 
keeping it bent up.

"We're not done yet," She purred, leaning down to kiss 
my forehead. "I want some more."

She gently ground her hips against mine, and my penis 
could feel moisture from where she straddled it. "But 
you're my sister," I said, stupidly, and FAR too late.

"HALF sister, and we both know it." She said 
dismissively. "Did you really mean what you said?" She 
asked rhetorically, sliding her pussy up and down the 
underside of my cock. Her eyelids fluttered with the 
sensation. "Ohhhh," she whimpered.

"Absolutely. All that and so much more." I said.

"Then this is what I want." She breathed. "More than 
anything."

I stroked my hands up her back, not trusting myself to 
speak anymore. After a moment, I got one of my fingers 
jammed under her bra strap. "Ow, sorry." I grunted.

She smiled at me, and said, "Take it off."

"Huh?" I articulated.

"My bra is in the way. Please take it off." She asked. 
She leaned all the way down until her breasts were 
pressed against me, and I could see over her shoulder to 
unhook the lacy undergarment. 

When she sat back up, she let the straps slide down her 
arms, and her breasts swung free, gently boinging 
together as she straightened up. I was completely 
mesmerized. She slowly slid her empty bra off my chest 
and threw it on the floor with a flourish. "Much 
better," She purred, and gave a little shoulder shimmy, 
which made them sway and bounce.

My cock actually got harder and tried to stand up even 
with her sitting on it. She felt it, because I could see 
the blush spreading down her collarbone onto her chest. 
(Right at this moment, my eyes were locked in to the 
breasts, so I only knew she was blushing when it got 
there.)

"Do you like them?" She asked, half teasing, half self-
conscious. 

"They are the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I 
love them." I said, breathlessly.

"Touch them... please." She asked, and reached back for 
my hands. She practically clapped them onto her breasts, 
she put them on so enthusiastically. When I cupped and 
lifted her breasts, she gave a sigh of delight.

"I've been meaning to apply for a job as your bra," I 
joked, even though that was not the time for lame jokes. 
I ran my thumbs over her nipples, and she gave a 
whimper. A trickle of moisture ran down the base of my 
cock and tracked down my balls. "Oh my god," She gasped. 

I placed my thumbs carefully on the tips of her (very 
erect) nipples and twiddled them slowly, like analog 
joysticks for a Sony Playstation. (Sorry if that isn't a 
sexy description, but that's what it reminded me of.) 
She groaned in pleasure and almost drove her fingernails 
into my chest. "You're hired!" She whimpered, 
straightening her legs and raising up off me about a 
foot.

She reached back with one hand and I could feel her grip 
my shaft. She stuck her tongue out in concentration, re-
positioning herself left and right, back and forth. "No 
matter what happens, I love you." She said, and slipped 
the tip inside, where it didn't really go very far.

"Ow," She grunted, and changed her angle, leaning closer 
to me. She bore down on my cock, and got about halfway 
down.

"Whew," She sighed, almost to herself. "That is REALLY 
big. It almost feels TOO big." She gingerly raised up 
until just the tip was in her again.

"Sorry," I gasped, still cradling her breasts. Have you 
ever stuck your arm into hot summer sunlight from a 
shaded area? Just feeling the radiant warmth of the sun 
on your previously cool skin? That's what my dick felt.

"No, no!" She gasped, sliding deliciously down again, a 
little farther this time. "I said almost. It feels 
incredible." Up, down. "Besides, even if I did get all 
stretched out, this is worth it." Up, down. She grabbed 
my shoulders. "This feels better than I ever hoped," She 
gasped, almost as if she was losing her breath. Up, 
down.

This time she got all the way down, her hips resting 
firmly on mine. She stopped and took a deep breath. 
"Wow." She sighed, leaning forward and back just a 
little. "I got it all in!"

"Wow is right," I said. I reached down and grabbed her 
hips lightly. She wriggled a bit, my entrapped cock 
moving just a little.

"I'm half afraid to move." She admitted breathlessly. 
"It feels good, but also like I'm going to split in 
half."

I reached up and clasped her hands, intertwining our 
fingers. "Let's just start slowly, and see if it gets 
better." And we did. Up, down, her pussy almost sucking 
in air on the trip up, and grabbing me so tightly on the 
trip down. "Oh!" she gasped. "More!"

We began to move faster, our breaths likewise getting 
louder, sweat starting to come from our skin. Faster and 
harder, her pussy extremely tight, but also very, very 
wet. I could feel her juices trickling down my balls in 
a warm flood. It was amazing!

After what seemed like a short time, she began giving 
little cries on every downthrust. Her enthusiasm was 
such that her breasts were really starting to bounce. I 
let go of her hands and cupped them, trying to ease the 
jarring motion they were undergoing. She leaned forward, 
rested her hands on my shoulders again, and got down to 
the business of fucking. I squeezed her breasts and 
thumbed her nipples, while she thrust and ground against 
me, her gasps and cries increasing in volume and 
frequency.

"Oh god!" She cried, "I'm gonna cum! Don't stop! 
Aaaahhhhhh!"

She was pounding me into the couch, but I felt my balls 
tighten up almost before I realized I was cumming too! 
"Me too!" I gasped, and let go of her breasts to grab 
her hips. 

As I pulled her down onto me one, two, three, times, I 
felt my cock explode in her pussy, my balls yanked up 
tight against the base of my shaft. "AAAAHHHHH!" I 
grunted, thrusting up into her with all of my strength. 
I felt her vagina clench spasmodically, and she screamed 
into her own orgasm. 

"I can feel it! AAAAAAA!" She humped clumsily against me 
as she lost muscle control, and literally collapsed onto 
my chest, gasping for breath, her pussy milking me over 
and over as she shuddered through a massive climax.

After the blood quit hammering in my head, and the 
lightning bolts of pleasure quit exploding in my brain, 
I was dimly aware of Karen putting one foot on the floor 
and standing up. My penis slid out of her with a wet, 
delicious, slurping *pop.* I could feel some warm liquid 
drip onto my abdomen, as she stood balanced, and caught 
her breath. "Oh my god," She moaned. "Oh my god."

I groaned happily, and reached for her, but she gingerly 
moved down to where she had lain while sucking my dick. 
I felt her hands gently rubbing my balls, and her tongue 
actually licking me again. She was licking me clean! Had 
I had ANYTHING left, I would have gotten hard again, but 
I was totally spent. My existing erection was gently 
fading, although the tender ministrations of her tongue 
felt amazing. Now that I look back, she had to be 
tasting some of her own blood, mixed in with our juices, 
but that didn't slow her down at all.

She licked me clean, from top to bottom, all the while 
fondling and caressing me. I felt like I was floating 
back to earth on a silk parachute. "Oh, you big 
beautiful cock," She murmured to it, "you worked so 
hard! You poor thing! You made me cum so big! Rest now, 
good boy."

I could feel her breath on my tender skin as she 
whispered to it, telling it what a good job it did, and 
how much she liked it. The combination of soothing 
caresses and my extreme state of post-coital exhaustion 
carried me off to a wonderful slumber. I experienced my 
first Sex Coma.

* * *

My blissfully tired sleep was interrupted by someone 
hammering on the door. When I first woke up, I was so 
groggy that at first I had no idea where I was, but then 
it all came back to me. I was asleep on the couch, where 
I had just made love with Karen! Holy shit!

I sat up, severely disoriented, and looked around the 
dark living room. Karen was nowhere to be seen, and 
someone was positively *beating* on the door. The clock 
on the cable box said 3:30. I looked down to find that 
my clothing had been mostly replaced, so I lunged up and 
staggered towards the door on legs that felt like 
rubber.

I flicked on the light and opened the door to find a 
small, fat, very angry-looking man clutching what looked 
like DVD's in one hand, with his other hand gripping Amy 
around the upper arm. She had her head down, staring at 
the floor, her sleeping bag dragging in her other hand. 
She looked absolutely wretched.

"Where is your father?!" The angry little man demanded, 
his chin jutting out angrily.

"Right this second, he's on a business trip." I repeated 
the old family half-truth. This and every other second. 
"What's going on?"

"This little... girl has soiled my household with 
filth!" He snapped, and actually shook Amy back and 
forth via her arm, still gripped tightly in his hand. He 
shook his other hand, the one holding the DVD's, right 
under my nose. 

I recognized the top one, "Pretty Pussy Party," as being 
a porno that I owned. "She brought this trash into my 
home and actually PLAYED IT in front of my daughter and 
several other girls. I should call the police and charge 
her with Corruption of Minors!" Amy stared at the floor, 
ashen-faced and terrified.

First things first. I reached out and got Amy's other 
arm and pulled her into the house. The man let go of 
her, perhaps just in a natural reflex to me pulling her 
in. He didn't look happy about it afterwards. 
"Considering that she IS a minor, I don't think that 
charge will go anywhere. Besides, you just said it took 
place in YOUR house." I said calmly. He bristled.

"Well what about THIS?!" He waved the DVD's at me again. 
I had already had enough of this. I was exhausted, 
groggy from sleep (and amazing sex) and this little 
piss-ant was mad about porn? Too fucking bad.

With a swiftness that shocked even me, I deftly plucked 
the movies from his hand and tossed them over my 
shoulder, into the dark house. I could hear them 
clattering onto the floor somewhere behind me. "Problem 
solved. I'm sure if you wash your hands when you get 
home, you'll be just fine."

"HEY! You can't..." He began, and shifted his weight as 
if he were going to step forward, but I interrupted him.

"You try to set one foot in this house and I WILL call 
the police. They won't find any dirty movies when they 
get here, but they will find a scared girl with a big 
red mark on her arm where a man grabbed her." He 
narrowed his eyes at me but I continued. "I'd say you've 
done enough for one evening. You brought Amy home, and 
your house is once again "clean." Now get lost. It's 
late, or should I say early."

He opened his mouth once again. "She NEEDS to be 
punished!"

"YOU need to be leaving!" I growled. He fumed and glared 
at me, but finally he turned around and stomped off the 
porch. I slammed the door for good measure, then turned 
off the porch light.

I turned around to find Amy down on one knee, ashamedly 
gathering up the DVD's, some of which had popped out of 
their cases when they struck the floor. I quickly 
grabbed them out of her hand, and stumbled back to the 
couch, where I sat down, exhausted. I leaned my head 
back and stared at the ceiling.

She trudged after me, her face pale, looking as if she 
were dying. When I sat on the couch, instead of her 
usual place next to me, she sat on the coffee table 
across from me and stared at her hands. She eventually 
looked at me miserably.

"Can we not talk about this?" She asked in a tiny voice.

Totally unprepared to talk about this, with her, ever, I 
said. "No, I think we have to. What were you thinking?"

"I didn't think we were going to get caught." Amy said, 
whining a bit.

"No one ever does," I sighed, too tired (and freshly 
fucked) to be truly that angry about it. I was more 
surprised and more than a little bit freaked out by it. 
Amy knew about porn, and worse, she knew about MY porn. 
Also, apparently, where I hid it.

I looked at what was in my hand. There was Pretty Pussy 
Party (ironically, a sleepover themed all-girl porno), 
and then three I had never seen before. Box Lunch, a 
lesbian sex-in-public collection; Fortune Nookie, with 
Asian girls on the cover; and Black In Back, an 
interracial anal compilation. "She's Coo-coo For Cocoa 
Cock!" the box proclaimed.

"Where did THESE come from?" I asked, tiredly. "I 
recognize the first one, but these three?"

"Each of us brought one," Amy mumbled. "there were five 
of us at the slumber party."

She nervously picked at her nails. "There was another 
one, but that was the one Michaela brought, so her dad 
took it back before he drove me over here and yelled. It 
was called 'Buster Hyman presents Daddy's Little 
Anals.'" Her voice was barely audible, and she looked 
like she was about to throw up.

I sighed. "So that was Michaela's dad just now?"

She nodded. "We were each going to bring a dirty movie 
and watch them in the middle of the night in their rec-
room in the basement, but somehow her dad came busting 
in at like three am, and started yelling. He was going 
to just take them all, but when I spoke up about getting 
mine back, I guess he assumed they were all mine. He 
made me throw all my stuff in my sleeping bag and then 
drove me home, yelling at me the whole way." Big tears 
rolled down her cheek. "He said horrible things to me in 
the car."

"Like what?" I asked.

"He was just fussing at me like "I'll bet you're proud 
of yourself, you nasty little whore. Are you coo-coo for 
black cocks?" Only he didn't say black, he said 
something worse." She wiped her eyes. "At one point in 
his rant he actually talked about stopping the car and 
making me show him what I learned from that smut, but I 
threatened to throw up in his car."

"He threatened you?" I asked, ready to call the police 
immediately. Amy shrugged.

"I don't think he actually meant it, but he was trying 
to scare me and hurt my feelings. It worked." She wiped 
her eyes again. "All I wanted was to get home. I hate 
him."

I sighed again.

"Am I in trouble?" She asked, sniffling.

"Yes, but I'm too tired and weirded out to go over it 
right now." I stood up. "Get to bed. You're grounded."

"What about the other girls?" She asked. I was confused. 
"What about them?

"They're going to need their movies back. They'll get in 
big trouble too when their dads or brothers or whatever 
notice them missing. Although Crystal said Black in Back 
was her mom's." Amy stood, shoulders drooping.

"If you can figure out a way to give them back without 
getting them in trouble automatically, then we'll 
discuss it, but for right now get your ass to bed." I 
was tired, and completely out of words. When I got up to 
my room, I fell on my bed and slept like a rock.

When morning came I felt surprisingly rested, 
considering. I got up and took a shower. Parts of me 
(you know which parts I mean) were a bit itchy, but I 
wasn't crusty or anything. Karen's last move HAD been to 
clean me off, after all. Just remembering that gave me 
an erection in the shower. I pulled on some clothes and 
went downstairs.

When I was no longer in the heat of the moment, my 
conscience had free rein to punish me. What was I 
*thinking* last night? I had sex with my sister, and 
then came inside of her. What if she gets pregnant?! I 
am SO dead meat. No matter how good it felt at the time, 
after the fact all I felt was guilt. She's going to 
regret it, and it's going to be my fault. How could I 
have let her do that? How could I have opened my big 
mouth and told her how I felt? Why did I think that 
making love to her was going to turn out ok?

Breakfast was on the table, in triplicate. Cereal, eggs, 
biscuits, fruit, sausage, all kinds of stuff was set 
out, and Karen was seated at the table, Amy getting 
juice from the fridge when I came in.

"Good morning, everyone," I said, unsure of how awkward 
breakfast was going to be.

Karen had a kind of glow, but she kept blushing every 
time she looked at me. When she got up to get jelly, she 
almost limped, but not quite. Let's just describe it as 
she walked very gingerly. Uh oh. That's probably my 
fault.

Amy looked almost sick with guilt, shying away from eye 
contact, and basically keeping her head down.. Neither 
one of them really noticed the change in the other, as 
they were both kinda just watching me. Breakfast 
conversation was quiet and noncommittal.

"You guys are going to say goodbye to Mrs. Klemp today, 
right?" I asked solemnly.

Karen nodded, but Amy looked sidelong at me. "I was 
going to spend the day there, with Lola, but Amy said 
she needed your help fixing something," Karen said. "I 
assume it has to do with why she left yesterday, but I 
wake up and here she is this morning?"

"Yep," I said, about to explain, but Amy looked at me 
with pleading in her eyes, and shook her head quickly. 
"Amy, she's going to find out. It's not like you have 
any right to privacy about this, anyway."

Amy wrung her hands. "She's about to go say goodbye to 
Mrs. Klemp, and spend the day with Lola. Can we not ruin 
that right now? Tell her later after she gets home, but 
let's be respectful and not send her there mad."

It was actually a pretty good argument for not talking 
about it over breakfast. After a moment, I nodded. 
"That's fair. It can wait." Amy visibly relaxed.

Karen looked at the two of us. "How bad could it be? 
What, did she pee outside? Did she smoke a cigarette?" I 
waved my hand. "It'll goof up your day. Let it wait. 
It's ok."

"Kid court?" Karen asked, eating. I shook my head. "I 
don't think so. We'll discuss it later." Karen shrugged. 
"Ok," she said.

"The way I see it, you take us to the hospital, I go in 
and say goodbye, we leave, Karen stays and she and Lola 
come home together whenever they do." Amy said, after 
clearing her throat nervously.

"And us?" I asked.

"We go run errands. You said if I could think of a way 
to fix it, you'd help me," she said.

"I said we'd discuss it," I said. She pulled a face. 
"Pleeeeeeeeease! Punish me as much as you want, but 
don't let my friends get in trouble too. I got caught, 
let's not drag them through this at THEIR houses."

I sighed. "You'll have to tell me the plan before I 
agree to it, but if it's reasonable, I'm willing to 
help."

Karen ate silently, looking at the two of us. "Sounds 
exciting, at least." She said, after a moment. I thought 
back to Michaela's dad pounding on the door. "It was, 
momentarily," I said.

Amy looked stricken, and just ate her food without any 
further input.

I kept shooting glances at Karen, but she was keeping 
her eyes down. She looked a little nervous and shy, but 
not angry or anything. Not like a rape victim. *I have 
to talk with her.* I thought. *but when?*

After breakfast, Karen went upstairs to change. Amy got 
out three brown lunch bags. "Put them in these," She 
said, "I called Destiny on her cell phone last night, so 
she's going to tell the other girls the plan. We call 
her again when we're done with the hospital, and she'll 
find some excuse to get out of the house. We give her 
back her movie, and then she'll call the other girls and 
get instructions from them about where to hide at their 
houses, so bring your cell phone."

"Where to hide?" I asked.

"Well, I can't just ring the doorbell, can I? 'Here's 
your movie!'" She said.

"Fine," I said. "Enjoy today, because it's your last 
trip out for a while. Don't forget how grounded you 
are."

"I know, I know," Amy said. "But Will? Thanks for 
letting me try to get my friends out of trouble." She 
grabbed my hand and held it for a moment. I ruffled her 
hair with my other hand. "Can't let your friends hang 
for your idea."

Amy rolled her eyes. "It wasn't even MY idea! Stupid 
Crystal!" She ran off to get dressed.

I went upstairs and brown-bagged the borrowed pornos. 
Fortune Nookie and Box Lunch looked decent, but Black in 
Back was about the perfect definition of what I don't 
want to see. Sounds like prison. I bundled them in an 
old shirt and took them out to the car. Into the trunk 
they went.

Karen came downstairs to the kitchen as I got there. She 
was dressed rather plainly. Dark slacks, flat dress 
shoes and a nice blouse. Small diamond-looking earrings 
sparkled from her earlobes. "How do I look?" She asked, 
nervously, alone with me for the first time since making 
love on the couch.

"You look wonderful, as always." I said, and then 
lowered my voice. "We need to talk."

"I know, I know," she said, blushing and looking a bit 
scared. "I promise we will, but not right now. Tonight? 
I have so much I need to talk to you about."

I looked at her closely. "Me too. I'm kinda freakin out 
here." 

She wouldn't meet my gaze. "Just... just promise me you 
won't make any decisions about last night until we talk, 
ok? Please?"

I took her hand. "What do you mean?" She looked up at 
me, blushed again, and looked away.

"Last night really didn't go the way I planned. I got 
caught up in the moment. If I had it to do over again, I 
would have definitely done things differently." She 
cleared her throat. 

My heart fell, but also we seemed a few steps closer to 
normal. I started to ask her if she wanted to pretend it 
never happened, but Amy came charging into the kitchen, 
dressed in a dark green and brown outfit. Karen gave my 
hand a quick squeeze and stepped away from me. "I'm 
ready." She said, as if we hadn't been whispering.

"Roll out!" Amy said, and hurried out the door. I 
followed Karen out to the car, and we got in. Amy was 
looking around in the car. "Did you forget my 
sunglasses?" She asked, looking pointedly at me in the 
mirror. "No, they're in here somewhere." I said lightly. 
She nodded, and sat back, keeping silent all the way 
there.

Karen followed suit, which meant it was the quietest car 
trip we'd had in a long time. I turned on the radio 
briefly, but there wasn't much to listen to.

Lola met us in the foyer (lobby?) when we got there, and 
led us up to a quiet room with bright wallpaper and 
sickly yellow lights. I didn't really want to go in, 
preferring to remember her as the feisty old lady who 
brought us food and took us places we needed to go 
instead of seeing her as the dying old lady who'd had 
several strokes. I waited uncomfortably in the hall.

Karen and Amy went in, Lola drifted back out to the 
hall. Her eyes were red, but it looked as if she had 
been trying NOT to cry. I held my arms open, and she 
wordlessly put her arms around me, and her head on my 
shoulder. We held each other, and didn't speak.

Amy came out about ten minutes later, wiped her eyes, 
and nodded to me. I patted Lola's back, and she 
straightened up and looked around. Amy stepped up and 
hugged her in turn. "We have to leave, but Karen's 
staying." Amy said. "Could you just bring her home 
tonight?" Lola nodded, and kissed Amy on top of the 
head.

"Forgive me if I don't come over tonight to visit?" Lola 
asked, her voice a croak. "I'm just so drained that I 
want to go home and go to sleep." Amy nodded somberly.

"You can do that if it helps," Amy said, "but not for 
too long. You need some therapeutic time with us. Don't 
go crazy."

"I'll try not to," Lola said. I gave her one last 
squeeze before we left. I could see Karen just sitting 
silently by the bedside as we walked past the door on 
our way out.

The somber mood lasted until we got down to the parking 
lot. I beeped the trunk, and Amy dug around until she 
found the shirt with the DVDs in it. "Ok, I need your 
phone." She said, climbing into the passenger seat. I 
handed it to her. "Hey, when can I get my own phone? 
Destiny has had hers for like a year now."

"We'll need to have this conversation sometime when 
you're not trying to return stolen pornos." I said 
flatly. She blushed hard and shut up.

She gave me directions to Destiny's house, and then 
called her on the phone. "Strawberry Cheesecake to Hot 
Chocolate. The chicken is in the barnyard."

"10-4, good buddy." I muttered.

Amy listened on the phone for a minute, and then said 
"Affirmative. The eggs are about to hatch." She turned 
off the cell phone, and gave me further directions. When 
we got near her house, which was right down in town, Amy 
had me park across the street, about three houses down. 
The house was on a corner lot, with waist-high hedges on 
three sides.

Amy double-checked to make sure she had the right DVD 
for Destiny, and got out of the car and darted across 
the street. 

Nearing Destiny's house, she hunched over below the 
level of the hedges, and scurried along to where the 
sidewalk cut through. She squatted down to wait, but 
within moments, Destiny marched out of the house and 
tossed a Frisbee against the hedges near where Amy was. 
Nonchalantly (or so she imagined) walking over to 
retrieve it, she bent down low out of sight.

A hand plunged through the hedge about a six inches from 
Amy's face. She put the brown paper parcel into it, and 
it vanished again. Destiny popped back into view, and 
marched back into the house without a backwards glance. 
Amy scuttled back to the car. "Whew!" She said. "One 
down, two to go."

"Who's next?" I asked.

"Brandi. Stupid Crystal is last. I'll let her sweat a 
little." Amy said, annoyed.

Amy called Destiny (Hot Chocolate) again, and got the 
plan for Brandi's house. Amy was to let herself in 
through the back gate, and look for a window on the 
first floor with a scarf hanging out of it. Once there, 
she was to tap on the glass, and Brandi would open the 
window to take the package.

"I've never been to Brandi's house before, so I don't 
know which room is hers." Amy explained. It turned out 
to be a house with a serious privacy fence, at the end 
of a residential cul-de-sac. 

"Turn the car around first," Amy ordered. "Park about 
halfway back down the street. There's a footpath back 
behind all the yards that goes all the way around. 
That's what she told me to use."

As we passed the house in preparation for turning 
around, I saw the name on the mailbox: The Alexanders. 
"Wait, her name is *Brandi Alexander*? You've got to be 
KIDDING me!!" I said in disbelief.

"No, that's right, why?" Amy asked, confused.

"Brandi Alexander?" I looked at her. "She's named after 
a mixed drink?!"

"No, she's named after that lame old song about the 
waitress at the sailor's bar." Amy said. "Her parents 
thought it was special."

"THEY must be 'special," I growled. "Poor kid."

Amy took off out of the car and ran down a gap between 
two houses. After several minutes, she trudged back, 
disgustedly. She slumped into the car and slammed the 
door.

"Mission accomplished?" I asked, looking at her 
demeanor. She waved her arms and sighed.

"Run down the path, sneak through the gate, look for the 
scarf, tap on the window, and she's the only freakin' 
person home!" She snarled. "I could have marched right 
up to her front door leading a parade, and it wouldn't 
have mattered."

"Well, one left." I said, amused despite myself. Crystal 
lived way the hell out in the rural areas, so we had a 
bit longer of a drive.

"Yeah, stupid Crystal. I should just put it in her 
mailbox. THAT would be fun. Especially if her dad finds 
it." She said, glaring out the window.

"Didn't you say the movie belonged to her mother, 
though?" I asked.

"THAT'S what I'm talking about." Amy said, grimly. "I'll 
need your cell phone again. I'm sure Destiny called her, 
but she'll have no way of knowing how close we are."

She called the number, and when someone picked up, said 
"Scapegoat to Guilty Princess, the Snickers Bar is IN 
the lunchbox." in an angry tone of voice. A shocked look 
appeared on her face. "Oh! I'm sorry, is Crystal home? 
May I speak with her?" She turned beet red.

"That was her mom! Yikes!" Amy winced. After a moment, 
Crystal must have picked up. "Hey, stupid. We're here." 
A pause "SO? I'm the one who got the Ride Of Disgrace. I 
don't care if I ruined your evening!" Another pause. 
"Not sorry enough." Yet another pause. "Fine, tell me 
later. Where am I waiting?" I watched telephone poles 
race by. "Alright, bye."

She handed me back my phone, I put it in the little 
holder. "We need to park by the old bus shed, and I'll 
go sit by her mailbox. Apparently when I went home, 
things got worse at Michaela's. I'll get the gory 
details." I shrugged. I hadn't been worried about the 
gory details anyway.

We got to where we needed to be, an old farm road that 
crept up and down and back and forth across an ancient 
grassy hillside. A little mud creek crawled through a 
gully way down there. We passed single-strand electric 
fences, and several crummy little houses with big 
satellite dishes and new cars in the driveway. Brown 
grass, mud, and broken children's toys shared driveways 
with SUV's that looked like they had more cash value 
than the house itself.

"Nice neighborhood." I muttered. Amy nodded. "It's gross 
out here."

"What do her parents do?" I asked, curious. Amy 
shrugged.

"Her mom works as a waitress sometimes, between welfare 
stints or whatever, and her dad does as little as 
possible. Maybe he sells drugs." She sighed. "Mostly her 
mom wishes for a black boyfriend to take her away from 
all this, instead of her dad, who won't marry her 
anyway, so they can both collect a check. It's stupid 
and pointless." She pointed up ahead. "Park there."

I pulled in next to a dilapidated old wooden bus 
shelter, apparently built back in the forties, which may 
have been the last time anyone out this road cared about 
school, or the quality of their children's lives.

Amy got out of the car and hunched over, jogging to the 
mailbox, where she sat on an old tree stump and waited, 
shading her eyes from the sun.

After a few minutes, and girl in tiny running shorts and 
a tank top trudged down the road, dragging a Yorkshire 
Terrier on a pink leash. The dog seemed to want to run 
every direction except for the direction that the girl 
was walking. Twice it cut across in front of her and she 
had to disentangle herself from the leash.

As soon as it saw Amy, the dog launched at her, yapping 
shrilly. Crystal yanked on the leash hard enough to send 
the dog flying off its feet, but it seemed unfazed and 
went right back on the assault.

Halfway to Amy, the dog apparently found something more 
interesting, because it leapt into the tall grass and 
fidgeted around while Crystal walked over to the 
mailbox. A few minutes of conversation ensued, and Amy 
handed Crystal the movie and shrugged. Crystal got the 
mail out of the mailbox and tucked the movie in amongst 
the flyers and envelopes. They said their goodbyes, and 
Crystal hauled the dog back out of the grass as she 
walked back down the long driveway.

Amy trotted back over to the car and flopped into the 
passenger seat. "Ok, NOW I'm grounded."

I drove back towards our house. "So what happened after 
you left?" I still needed to stall to think of a 
suitable punishment duration.

"Well, they found out why her dad came charging in. 
Apparently their parents have one of those clocks with a 
hidden camera in it? A Nanny-cam, like the kind you use 
to spy on your babysitter or whatever? and it was in the 
room we were all sleeping in. That's how he knew what we 
were doing." She stared out the window. "Which brings up 
the issue of why he was on his computer watching us at 3 
in the morning anyway." 

A moment's thoughtful silence. "I'm glad I changed 
clothes in the bathroom, though. I think Destiny and 
Michaela changed into their pajamas right in the room. I 
hope that's not on YouTube by now." She shuddered.

She turned to face me. "So how much trouble am I in? I 
mean, yes I was watching pornos, but I got it from you 
after all. If we're going to Kid Court this'll all come 
out in the trial." She looked at me sidelong.

I shook my head. "Don't even TRY to threaten me." Images 
of Karen sucking my dick and impaling herself on it 
moments later flashed through my mind. "Something tells 
me I won't get in as much trouble as you think. You're 
still the one who stole, transported stolen property, 
and you're the one who got busted with it. You're not 
going to be able to drag me down with you."

Amy sighed. I continued. "Besides, I don't HAVE to tell 
Karen about this at all. This could stay between you and 
me, and frankly, I think you have more to lose." She 
knew I was right.

"So if I exhibit good behavior, and a sincere desire to 
rehabilitate myself, you'll give me a lighter sentence 
and leave Karen out of this?" She asked. I thought it 
over, and nodded. She relaxed visibly. "Thank you. I 
knew you were going to be mad at me because I stole your 
movie, but it was Karen's reaction I was dreading the 
most. I think that being such a disappointment to her 
would hurt more than sneaking one of your pornos. That 
being said I'm sorry I did that too. Please forgive me." 
She said quietly.

"I will, but you need to THINK about things before you 
do them. And I hid that stuff for a reason. It's not for 
nine-year-olds." I said.

"Destiny's like twelve." Amy said, but even she knew 
that was crap. "Ok, I know, but we're so curious! At 
school they give us a diagram of a uterus, and talk to 
us about "woman troubles" and tell us it means we're 
grown-ups, but they don't treat us any differently. We 
wanted to understand what it was all about. We wanted to 
SEE it."

I could understand where she was coming from, but heck, 
ignorance is a valid part of the journey. "Still, it's 
not right, and it's not that simple. End of story. What 
you did was wrong, and you're grounded, whether you were 
just curious or not."

She sighed and slumped lower. "If I can have any 
leniency, or clemency, or whatever they call it, please 
don't let my grounding include restrictions on seeing 
Liu Si, please oh please oh please."

I looked at her. "So you don't want me to tell Karen, 
and you don't want me to ground you from Liu Si, what's 
left to punish? I'm willing to bargain a little, but 
pretty soon it won't be anything."

Amy counted on her fingers. "I'll do all the chores, 
dishes, trash, laundry and stuff, I won't watch anything 
over channel 50 on TV, and I'll give you foot and back 
rubs every night, all for two weeks." Channel 50 and 
below was all the boring channels on our cable TV 
provider. C-span, CNBC, MSNBC, the catholic channel, the 
Christian-other-than-catholic channel, local access 
bulletin board channels, and some craft channel that 
always seemed to feature a lady hot-gluing fake plastic 
fruit to grapevine wreaths were all below 50.

"Chores for a month and no TV at all, unless we're all 
watching it together." I said, firmly.

Amy waited. "What about the backrubs and foot rubs? Two 
weeks, or a month, too?"

"Neither." I said. "None at all." I can't go awarding 
myself massages, I knew. Not only is it conflict of 
interest, but I shouldn't give her a punishment that 
directly benefits myself. Especially since it was my 
fault the porno was there for her to steal in the first 
place.

"None?" Amy said, starting to seem dismayed for the 
first time since she got brought home. "What if I wanted 
to?"

I shook my head. She searched my face. "But I LIKE 
rubbing on you. Especially now that we got you back from 
Jenni and Sandi and Jessi. Karen and I both lost like a 
week there."

Karen got hers back with interest, I thought but did not 
say. I relented just a bit. "No rubbing or cuddling for 
two weeks. I'm not giving you the silent treatment or 
anything, but no more rubs or massages, no more sitting 
on my lap on the couch, and if there's a thunderstorm, 
you'll have to stay in your own bed. Until two weeks are 
up."

She looked a little upset. "But, Will, we just got you 
back. Please don't make part of my punishment be 
isolation from my big brother."

I started to cave, but held myself resolute. "That's the 
deal." I said, with finality.

Amy slumped back over to her seat, looked seriously 
chastised. "Ouch." She said quietly, which was pretty 
good, because I knew that this was a real punishment 
that she wouldn't just forget about.

We drove in silence for a while. "Hey, Will?" Amy asked, 
her voice low.

"Yeah?" I asked, not unkindly.

"I really am sorry. I mean it." She said, quite 
sincerely. "I'll never do anything that stupid again."

"You probably will." I said gently. "We all do. You just 
have to make sure you learn from it."

We were silent the rest of the way home. Once at home, 
(it was late afternoon at this point,) I actually laid 
down and took a nap. Weird, but I just felt like 
sleeping more than I felt like being awake.

I woke up in the early evening, to find the house very 
quiet. I peeked into Amy's room, to find her sitting in 
her beanbag chair, listening to music on headphones, 
reading a book. Good for her. The "no TV" punishment 
would be especially harsh during summer vacation, 
because you've got all day to get bored, but she seemed 
to be coping.

I went downstairs to find that Karen wasn't home yet. I 
sat in the living room and tried to think of what I was 
going to say to her. I felt the need to apologize, 
that's for sure, but SHE pulled my clothes off and made 
love to me. 

It's not like I forced myself on her, she was an 
enthusiastic participant. I still felt a sense of 
wrongdoing. I still wanted more. I still loved her with 
my entire heart and soul. Could we ever be the same 
again? Did we do something good last night, or something 
very, very bad?

The air started to feel more humid, and I could see the 
sky darkening outside, as rainclouds swept in. I just 
kind of sat and worried.

At about 6:30, I heard a car pull up outside. I peeked 
out one of the front windows to see Karen getting out of 
Lola's convertible, which of course had the roof up, so 
I couldn't see Lola. Karen leaned down to say something 
to her, and then turned and headed up the front walk. 
Lola's car drove away. I opened the door for Karen when 
she got there.

"Hello," She said sadly.

"How'd it go?" I asked quietly. She shook her head.

"She never did wake up." Karen, her voice broken. "She 
doesn't seem to be in any pain, but... she doesn't seem 
to be in there anymore either. It's like her body's 
still running, but she's already gone." She held her 
arms out mutely, and I held her. She put her head 
against my shoulder and just clung to me. After several 
moments, she sighed. "I love you."

"I love you too," I said. "And I wanted to talk to you 
about last night."

"Could we do that later?" She asked. "I'm still torn up 
from today. How about after supper?"

My impatience must have transmitted itself somehow, even 
though I was trying to be cool about it. She patted my 
chest. "Please? Please don't be upset, it's just... . 
I'm in like a million different directions right now. 
Give me a little time to pull myself together. I'll make 
it up to you."

I nodded, chastised. "You don't need to make anything up 
to me, I've just been worrying and going over things in 
my head all day."

Karen squeezed me one more time and let go. "I know, and 
I'm sorry. I-I... It's my fault things went the way they 
did. I should have... I didn't MEAN to..." She put her 
face in her hands. "I'll go get dinner started, and try 
to get myself right."

"Can I help?" I asked, my guilt coming back. She 
shrugged.

"I'm just doing macaroni and meatballs. Everything just 
needs boiled or microwaved." She looked past me at the 
dark house. "What's Amy up to?"

"She's reading a book in her room, listening to music." 
I said. "She's grounded from the TV for two weeks."

"Wow. So what happened?" Karen asked.

"She made a plea bargain with me that included not 
telling you all the specifics. She's embarrassed by how 
stupid her crime was, and doesn't want you to be 
disappointed in her." I said.

"So no specifics then, how about generalities?" Karen 
asked. I thought it over.

"She and her friends were going to a very very strict 
household for a slumber party, and they brought stuff 
that they KNEW wasn't allowed by that girl's parents. So 
she got caught and booted out." I said carefully. That 
should be broad enough to include some crimes that 
weren't so bad.

"So like slutty makeup, or was I right earlier when I 
guessed cigarettes?" Karen walked towards the kitchen.

"That's as specific as I'm going to get," I said. "It 
turns out the girl's dad had a hidden camera in that 
room, so now the girls are worried that they are on tape 
somewhere. Amy's glad she changed in the bathroom."

"Eww, what?" Karen said, turning to me. "He was taping 
them? How is THAT legal?"

"Well, it was one of those Nannycams, the kind you use 
to make sure your babysitter isn't beating your kids, or 
your maid isn't stealing the good silver." I shrugged. 
"But his use of it in this context is very shady."

"I'm sure she's not going back there." Karen said, 
getting into the freezer. I thought of his piggy little 
face, red in the porch light. "Yeah."

I sat quietly at the counter while Karen put water on, 
and poured a bag of meatballs into a glass bowl, which 
she then placed in the microwave. "I'm going to go 
change." She said, and gave me a quick hug. Off she 
went. I sat and stared at my fingers. She doesn't seem 
mad or scared, but she doesn't seem all that happy, 
either. Are we screwed, because we screwed?

A hand thumped my shoulder, startling me. "Good job!" 
Amy said quietly. "When you mentioned the Nannycam she 
totally forgot about what I did. Thanks!" I was so pre-
occupied I didn't even hear her approach. "No problem." 
I muttered. Amy sat down and looked at me.

"Hey, um." She looked at me carefully. "What's up with 
you? You seem weird. Karen too."

"Weird?" I asked, trying not to look guilty. "Weird 
how?"

Amy shrugged. "A lot of times today you just kind of 
stared off into space with a worried expression. Karen 
had the same look when she left just now."

I tried to come up with some kind of excuse. "Well, I 
slept really badly last night, for one." I shot her a 
pointed look, she blushed and looked guilty. "And 
secondly, all day has just felt... off. Like I forgot to 
do something important."

Amy nodded. "You looked pre-occupied."

I continued. "And Karen, well, you know where she was 
all day."

"I'm sorry," Amy said. "I guess I just felt jumpy."

"The wicked flee when no man pursueth," I said, and 
tousled her hair.

"What is that from?" She asked, blushing.

"I don't know, I think I saw it on Law And Order once." 
I said.

Amy went and started to set the table, and Karen 
returned. She was wearing just a baggy t-shirt and 
shorts, her bare feet making almost no noise on the tile 
floor. I got up and walked outside onto the patio. The 
air felt close and heavy, and the clouds looked like a 
painting. I could hear no thunder, but a serious rain 
seemed inevitable. After a few moments, I went back 
inside.

Amy was putting cups on the table, and Karen was 
scooping food onto plates, so it was time to eat. As you 
may well imagine, dinner conversation was strained. Amy 
and I had spent the day on a mission of secrecy, Karen 
had spent all day at Mrs. Klemp's deathbed, and Karen 
and I had a major world-changing conversation hanging 
over us like a million-pound weight.

After a rushed, uncomfortable dinner, I drifted into the 
living room after Karen, while Amy did the dishes. "When 
can we talk?" I whispered to Karen. She shook her head.

"Let's wait until Amy goes to sleep. I don't want any 
chance of her overhearing us."

I looked at the clock. It was 7:05. I had maybe like 
three hours yet. "I've been waiting all day." I 
whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes in a tiny 
shudder. "Let's watch TV or something, " she said aloud.

We sat on the couch, and she tentatively snuggled up to 
me, as if afraid I would push her away. I put my arms 
around her and pulled her in close, which seemed to 
surprise her.

"You're not mad at me?" she whispered, surprised.

I was equally perplexed by her reaction. "No, why would 
I be *mad* at you?"

She relaxed, a lot, and brightened up considerably. "All 
day long I've been thinking that you'd be mad at me, or 
at least afraid of me or something. Because of what I 
did." Her whisper was barely audible.

"Well, we DO need to get some things figured out, but I 
still love you. I don't hate you over what happened." I 
whispered back, into her ear.

Her smile was large, and genuine. She squeezed my hand, 
and snuggled closer against me. "I've been panicking all 
day. I felt so guilty," she whispered.

"Well, maybe we *should* be feeling guilty, but I don't 
hate you," I whispered back.

She patted my arm. "Later, we'll talk."

Time seemed to crawl. Amy finished with the dishes, and 
came in and stood with her back to the TV to talk to us 
for a moment. "I'm going to go read my book. Later on, 
can I try to call Liu Si?" She looked at Karen snuggled 
up against me with an unreadable expression.

"Is she allowed to take calls at the restaurant? I 
thought she usually called you?" I asked. Amy got a 
pained look, but said. "I hope so. I miss her a lot, and 
I don't want her to get moved without me seeing her 
again. I'll just have to hope."

"Ok," Karen said. "Call her and see if she can come over 
again, that's fine. I miss her too." Amy smiled weakly, 
and then stronger. "Got it."

Amy gave us a curtsey, which got a laugh from both of 
us, and stomped upstairs.

"Why did she keep giving me looks?" Karen murmured.

"Part of her punishment is that she can't cuddle with 
me." I said.

"Geez, why? You know we both love it. Why would you take 
that away from her?"

"Because she offered cuddling and backrubs as a way to 
lessen her punishment. I had no choice but to take all 
of it off the table." I said. "Plus, I want her to learn 
from this, not just wait it out and return to her 
behavior as before."

"I'll bet she learns something," Karen said, thumping my 
arm gently. "That was kinda harsh."

"Do you think I overdid it?" I asked, honestly.

"Well, I don't know what her crime was, but you usually 
don't go overboard." Karen leaned back against me. "So 
how long before you think Amy goes to sleep?"

"About ten? should be?" I said, unsure. "If we head up 
like we're going to bed around then, turn off lights, 
etc, she'll probably just do it too," Karen nodded.

Time seemed to pass slowly, but then it was ten o'clock 
in a flash. It was weird. I remember sitting there 
thinking it was taking forever, but then it was ten 
before I expected it.

"OK, go like you're getting ready for bed, and put your 
PJ's on, but keep your shoes." Karen whispered to me, 
getting up. I watched her as she stretched, with a pang. 
Man, was she beautiful. 

Off she went. I turned out the lights and followed. When 
I got to my room, I checked in on Amy, who was still 
sitting in her beanbag chair, although kinda slumped 
over with a book in her lap. She was asleep. ""Hey, 
squirt." I said, shaking her shoulder. "Wake up and go 
to bed."

"That doesn't make any sense," she grumbled, but she put 
her book aside and struggled to her feet. As she began 
undressing, I left the room. I rustled around in my 
room, changing into my pj's which were basically just 
sweat-shorts and no shirt. I went to go pee, but Amy was 
brushing her teeth in a tank top and panties. I waited 
until she was done before I went in. As she was leaving, 
she turned to me. "Will?" she asked.

"Yes?" I said, needing to pee. "Can I have a hug? 
Please?" She asked softly.

"Let me pee and I'll be glad to hug you," I said. "Ok!" 
She jumped into her room and kicked the door closed. I 
peed. Ahhhhhh.

When I was done, I went through my room to hers, and 
found her sitting on her bed, her long legs stretched 
out over her comforter. She bounced to her knees and 
threw her arms out. When I gave her the hug, all I 
smelled was blueberry and toothpaste. She didn't let go 
right away. "I miss the cuddling. Already. A lot." She 
sighed.

"Thirteen days left," I reminded her. She growled. I 
patted her on the head. "Think next time. And don't look 
at porn anymore."

"YOU do it." She said plaintively. "We were curious."

"I know, you said that. Doesn't make it ok." I squeezed 
her again, and she released me. She laid down and yanked 
her covers up. "Thirteen days. I don't know if I can 
make it."

"Try." I said, and turned out her light and shut the 
door. Whew. I feel like a big meanie.

I pulled on my shoes, turned out my light and laid on 
top of the bed. The moment of truth was fast 
approaching. I began to get butterflies. How do we go 
on? We made love and I came inside of her. What if...? 
My butterflies started turning into killer bees. What if 
she got pregnant?

I heard the shower running briefly, and then silence. 
About ten minutes later, the light went out, and my door 
to the bathroom opened slowly. Karen slipped into my 
room. She was a vision. She was wearing an ivory satin 
nightgown, which had spaghetti straps, a plunging 
neckline, and went almost to her ankles. It looked like 
a slinky evening gown, though, clinging to her curves 
and rippling when she moved. Her hair had been toweled 
mostly dry, but I could see a few damp hairs clinging to 
her neck and shoulders, while the rest of it drifted 
softly against her as she crept over to me.

"Are you ready?" She whispered.

"Yes," I croaked. I sat up, and she touched my shoulder 
briefly. "We're going on a little hike. I want a private 
place." She smelled like strawberries again, and looked 
like an angel. I realized I would gladly give her MY 
private places again, if she wanted.

I followed her quietly out of my room, down the stairs, 
wincing at every creak of the old wood, and into the 
kitchen. There, she grabbed a flashlight off the kitchen 
counter, and opened the door to the patio "Leave it open 
about an inch, so we can get back in."

Once on the patio, she grabbed my hand and we started 
off into the woods, along the path to the gazebo. The 
air was warm and humid, and halfway there, it started to 
rain softly. We hurried, but we had to be careful. It 
wasn't unpleasant, just damp. She used her flashlight to 
help us down the path to the gazebo, but in our caution, 
we got soaked.

Getting there, she lit the citronella candles with a 
lighter we keep down there, and turned off the 
flashlight. We were lit in a kind of flickering, golden, 
citrus-scented glow. Wet, her nightgown clung to her 
gorgeous body like skin, making her look even more 
erotic.

Since she remained standing, I did as well. She slowly 
walked over to me and put her arms around my waist, and 
her head on my chest. I put my arms around her too. She 
felt warm, soft, and absolutely amazing. My heart 
pounded.

"Will, I have a confession to make, and I need to ask 
for your forgiveness," she said, her voice thick. I 
kissed the top of her head. "No, you don't. Not really." 
She looked up at me, her eyes wet, and a little bit of 
fear on her face.

"Yes, I do. I did something bad. Let me explain, and 
apologize, ok? Don't try to talk me out of it. Let me 
get it all out first." She swallowed. "Last night when 
you were drinking what you thought was grape juice, it 
was wine coolers. I gave you alcohol, because I was 
hoping that it would help me convince you to love me. I 
totally took advantage of you. I date-raped you, pretty 
much."

I shook my head, trying to calm her down. "There's not 
that much alcohol in those things, I don't think."

"You drank all four of them. I totally lied to you, and 
then I pressured you into sex. You kept saying no, and I 
kept not listening." Tears rolled down her cheeks. 
"That's why I was expecting you to hate me today. I 
didn't seduce you, I used you."

I led her over to one of the benches, and we sat down. 
"First of all, where did you get wine coolers?"

"I swiped them from Mrs. Klemp's house right after Lola 
got here. She's a recovering alcoholic, and Mrs. Klemp 
wasn't going to miss them, I thought. I was curious 
about drinking, and it seemed like a harmless 
experiment. It was stupid of me." She wiped her nose. 
"Now you know. Feel free to yell at me. Please just 
remember that I love you more than anyone else in the 
whole world. I did what I did last night because I want 
you, I need you, and I can't stand the thought of losing 
you. I should have been brave enough to be honest with 
you, instead of slipping you a mickey and then ripping 
your clothes off when you were buzzed."

My heart leapt. I didn't give two craps about the 
alcohol, although that was sort of a surprise, but she 
really really meant it. She loved me like I loved her 
She wanted me like I wanted her. That was the happiest 
moment of my life, up until then.

"Well, buzzed or not, I meant everything I said to you." 
I told her. "I love everything about you, and if you 
want me too, then that makes me the luckiest man on 
earth. Did you really mean what YOU said? Although you 
said very little. You mostly just sexed my brains out." 
Her face lit up with joy as I spoke and she clutched my 
hands. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she took a few 
deep breaths.

"Will, I have loved you for as long as I can remember, 
it just wasn't until recently that I realized it was 
sexual as well. I mean you've always been the person I 
share my heart with, the person who makes me stronger, 
the person I want to be around. 

"The other day I suddenly realized that I wanted your 
body too. I always had, on a subconscious level, but 
since I knew it wasn't possible, I'd never imagined 
exploring the possibility. It's like you see something 
nice that you'll never ever have, and you don't even 
think to wish for it, because it's just so impossible." 

She took another deep breath, fresh tears traced paths 
down her flushed cheeks. "I've always known that you 
were a wonderful man, but ever since the day I knew we 
wouldn't be kids forever, that someday we'd grow up and 
go on, I've known that some girl is going to be 
incredibly lucky to have you. Deep in my heart I knew 
that, and I was very jealous, because I didn't think it 
could ever be me. It was just impossible."

She let go of one of my hands, and brushed a few strands 
of hair back from her eyes. 

"But then I started noticing you getting erections 
around me, when I touched you, or when you were looking 
at me a lot. At first I didn't even realize what it 
meant, I was just like 'awwww, poor guy." But then it 
hit me. You were getting aroused by ME! 

"You had to feel SOME kind of attraction, besides just a 
platonic one. That realization made me analyze my own 
feelings about you, and I realized that I had been 
wanting you the same way, all this time. It's like I was 
holding some object in the dark, and the light clicks 
on, and I finally see it, and know that I always kinda 
knew what it was, I just couldn't be sure enough to 
guess."

She was looking at me closely, not blushing or keeping 
her eyes on the floor. "I mean I know a little bit of 
what horny is, when I would have to rub my clit so I 
could go to sleep and not just lay there all fidgety, 
but when sexual arousal is attached to and triggered by 
another person, I didn't really know how to recognize 
it. I didn't put two and two together until that time 
you came out of the shower. 

"My pussy got SO wet, I could barely stand to touch my 
clit, and my nipples got so hard they hurt just a 
little. My body already knew what I hadn't realized: I 
want you to love me. I want to BE that lucky girl. I 
don't want to give you up. I love you, and need you, and 
I hoped you would feel the same about me. Or at least 
enough to let me try. 

"That was my backup plan. If we got out here and you 
didn't hate me, but weren't really interested in 
continuing, I was going to beg you to let me try to be 
your lover. Like a test drive. I was hoping I could 
convince you to be with me. I love you, in every way, no 
matter what. Please, please, please, can we be together, 
like boyfriend and girlfriend, like a man and a woman?"

I smiled. "I was only thinking that we were coming out 
here for apologies and swearing to never speak of it 
again."

Karen chuckled softly. "Well, see there *was* that as a 
worst case scenario. If you hated me for it, I was going 
to swear never to mention it, and then I was probably 
going to have to spend the rest of my life crying." She 
wiped her eyes. "I'm so happy. You don't know how much 
this has been tearing me up over the past few days."

"Maybe I do," I said. I looked out at the rain pouring 
down. Karen was in love with me, and wanted me to love 
her back. Our waterfall was starting to pick up, the 
added volume of rain adding to its normal flow.

"Last night's plan kinda hatched when we got rid of 
Jenni," Karen said. "I finally dared hope that I might 
have a chance. That's when I decided to sneak the wine 
coolers into you. I was too scared to come clean."

"Well, I don't know how much they lowered my defenses, 
but they wouldn't have changed my answers. And last 
night was AMAZING. I've never ever felt that good," I 
said.

Now Karen blushed. "Really? I didn't really know what I 
was doing. I read some stuff online, and practiced 
putting two or three fingers inside me, to try and 
prepare for, well, YOU."

"I meant to ask about that," I said, my curiosity making 
a momentary appearance. "What about your hymen? Wouldn't 
that have broken last night and hurt?" 

Karen shook her head. "I don't have one anymore. I 
already broke it when I was seven."

"Seven?" I asked, shocked. "What did you break it WITH?"

"The balance beam at TumbleBums." Karen said, a little 
bit ashamed.

"What?!" I gasped. 

Karen took a deep breath and stared at the floor. "We 
had been practicing splits all day, and it was hurting 
me down here." She rubbed her silky little mons. "I 
tried to explain it to Mrs. Randolph, but she either 
didn't understand or didn't believe me. I couldn't just 
come out and tell her that my vagina hurt, so I said it 
made my stomach hurt. After an hour of painful stretchy 
splits, she finally told me I could go walk on the 
balance beam instead if I wanted."

I made a face. "Oh geez. I can imagine what happened." 
Karen nodded.

"I got up on the balance beam and went to do a 
cartwheel, but since I was sore, I couldn't keep my feet 
in line as I came over, and ended up forking myself 
right on the bar at full speed. I smashed my pussy so 
hard I thought I was going to die. I threw up almost 
immediately, and then everyone was freaking out. I was 
bleeding, I couldn't walk. Mrs. Randolph carried me to 
the locker room, and tried to check me out to see if I 
was ok. 

"Mrs. Brooks was there, and she's a registered nurse, so 
she looked me over very carefully and told me that I had 
bruised my groin, and broken my hymen. She actually 
cried when she told me that part, and explained what a 
hymen was. I had no idea." Karen sighed. "But it quit 
bleeding after a while, and I got my clothes and went 
home. I never told anybody." Her head was down, and she 
wasn't looking me.

"It's ok. You didn't do anything wrong," I soothed, 
reaching out to rub her knee.

"Mrs. Brooks just made me feel like I was damaged 
somehow, and Mrs. Randolph made me promise to never tell 
anyone about it, ever, no matter what, so I guess I 
broke that promise," Karen said, finally looking up at 
me.

"You're not damaged." I smiled at her.

"I'm kinda sad that I can't give it to you," Karen said. 
"It just seems extra special. A little gross, maybe, but 
very special. Like I had a freshness seal."

"You're still totally fresh," I said. "I think it made 
it easier for you last night. One less obstacle."

"It kinda hurt anyway, and it bled, but that's just 
because you're so huge!" She looked at me wide-eyed, 
"God did that feel good after it stopped hurting! I've 
never come that hard before!"

"It really hurt? I'm sorry!" I said, ashamed. 

She shook her head immediately. "No way! DON'T be sorry. 
It was incredible! When I touch myself, it's like those 
little jumping jack firecrackers. Last night with you 
was like an Atom Bomb!" She glowed with happiness. "I've 
never felt so good in my life! Sore afterwards yes, 
bleeding a little yes, but so beyond worth it!" 

She reached forward and grabbed both my hands. "That's 
why I wanted to get to you tonight. Last night was just 
me giving in to temptation, but I really want it to be 
real. I want it to be permanent. I want to be your 
lover, and I want you to be mine. Please say yes." The 
earnestness in her eyes was absolute.

I grinned at her. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" I whooped. 
She gave a cry of delight and grabbed me in a big hug. 
"I promise you won't regret this!" She cried, literally, 
fresh tears of joy springing forth.

"We should move to West Virginia where a brother and 
sister can get married," I joked, but Karen slapped my 
shoulder lightly.

"Don't be mean," she said, "besides, you're officially 
disqualified from making jokes about it, since we're 
doing it." She reached up and lowered the straps holding 
up her nightgown. "And speaking of doing it, the girls 
missed you."

She slowly pulled the top of her nightgown down to her 
waist, unveiling her breasts, which looked even more 
gorgeous in the candlelight. I reached for them 
instinctively, just out of sheer monkey desire, but I 
hesitated. Karen smiled and grabbed my hands. "Go on. 
They're yours, after all." 

She rotated my hands palm up, arched her back just a 
little, and placed her breasts into my hands. God, it 
was wonderful. I gently lifted them, and gave them a 
squeeze. She gasped gently, and my cock practically shot 
down my shorts leg like an unrolling fire hose. I leaned 
down and kissed the top of the left one. Karen sighed 
happily "Mmmm."

"Here," I said, and leaned back, pulling ever-so-softly 
on her breasts. "Straddle me like you did last night."

I had to let go as she rose to her feet. She pulled up 
her wet nightgown to her knees and straddled me on the 
bench, reaching back behind me and holding on to the 
gazebo railing for balance. I put my arms around her 
waist to hold her tight, but she rose up on her knees 
and gave a shimmy, her large, firm breasts bouncing 
against my chin, boom, boom, boom. It felt amazing! She 
giggled, and went to do it again, but I let go of her 
waist and grabbed a luscious boob in each hand. 

"Gotcha!" I murmured, and licked her right nipple, 
keeping my tongue as hard and pointy as I could. "Aah!" 
She gasped. I gave that breast a squeeze, and licked the 
other one. "Yes!" She whimpered.

I turned back to the right one and sucked it into my 
mouth, flicking it firmly with my tongue while sucking. 
I gently pinched her left nipple and rolled it slightly 
clockwise and counter-clockwise. She writhed against me, 
and squealed. "Oh my god!" She panted. "Don't stop!" 

I didn't. 

Left and right, squeezing and sucking, I did some of the 
things I'd always wanted to do, and she apparently loved 
every second of it. Bucking and writhing against me, she 
couldn't keep her voice down. She let go of the railing 
with one hand and clutched my head, holding me against 
her, pressing her breasts into my open mouth. 
"Yeeeeessss!"

After a few minutes of this, she let go of the railing 
and shakily stepped back, getting to her feet. "Oh my. I 
have to stop." The hem of her nightgown dropped back to 
her ankles.

"Was I too rough?" I asked. "No, no." She tried to catch 
her breath. "It's just that they are going crazy. 
They're not used to so much attention, and the girls are 
a bit overloaded. Whew!" She wiped her eyes.

I reached out and took her hand to help her maintain 
balance. "I used to think that breasts were just for 
feeding babies, but wow." She laughed, "I'll bet you 
could make me cum just from stuff like that." She rubbed 
her mons again, and moaned happily. "Before I totally 
lose control, do you have something *I* could play 
with?"

"I think so," I said, and stood. I reached for the waist 
band of my shorts, but Karen stopped me. "Can I?" She 
asked, excitedly.

"Sure, I guess," I said, and she quickly got to her 
knees right in front of me. She grabbed the bottoms of 
my shorts and slowly drew them downwards. My cock popped 
free and bounced in front of her once or twice. "God, I 
love that. Hello, you gorgeous cock! Remember me?" She 
grabbed the base of it and firmly licked the underside 
of my cockhead. "I missed you! Mmmmm!" She smacked her 
lips, and sucked the head of it about halfway into her 
mouth, where she flicked her tongue all over it. I 
wobbled and almost lost my balance.

"I need to sit down," I gasped. She shook her head 
playfully, my erection still half deep in her mouth, and 
grabbed my hips as if to hold me up. As I watched, 
amazed, she pulled my hips forward, driving me deeper 
into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm," she sighed, and again, my 
knees went weak.

"Seriously, I can't stand. This feels so good I'm gonna 
fall." I said. She pulled her mouth off, sucking and 
tonguing all the way. "Ok. Just hurry."

My shorts were around my knees, so I just kind of hopped 
backwards and sat. Karen rose to her feet, tossed her 
hair, and stalked the two steps to me, swinging her 
hips. She knelt again, putting her hands on my knees and 
sliding them up my legs until they met at my penis. 

"You know, I used to read about how girls referred to 
giving blow jobs as 'Penis worship' what with the 
kneeling and all." she said softly. "But I can't figure 
out what they were complaining about! This is great!" 
She reached down under her wet nightgown, between her 
legs, and sighed hungrily. "I'm wet enough for both of 
us. See?" 

She pulled her hand back up and grasped the head of my 
cock. I could feel the moisture in her hand as she slid 
it slowly down my hard-on. "I'm definitely going to 
worship this one. Last night felt so good, I couldn't 
believe it."

"And the talking to it?" I asked, smiling.

Karen blushed delightedly. "I couldn't HELP it! He was 
just so good, I had to tell him. I love you, but I 
really love your cock too. It's like this amazing new 
toy. I want to give him a name, and dress him up in 
little outfits..." She laughed. "Not really. That WOULD 
be crazy. But I just want to play with it for hours, 
that part I'm serious about. It's just so neat."

"Seriously?" I asked, a big dopey smile on my face.

"Will, you've had it your whole life. I'm just now 
getting the chance to see one and touch it. It's new and 
exciting, in lots of ways." She cupped one breast, and I 
could see her nipple standing at attention. "I love it. 
Just thinking about it makes my hands itch, my mouth 
water, and my pussy tingle."

A sudden thought forced its way through the thick layers 
of sex surrounding my brain. Pussy. Vagina. Cum. BABIES! 
"Oh hey," I said, suddenly apprehensive. "Last night I 
came inside you."

"Twice." Karen grinned. "Once in my mouth, once in my 
pussy. I can't tell you how cool that was. You taste 
good, and I could actually feel it squirting out in my 
pussy."

"I *mean* what about pregnancy? I didn't have a condom 
or anything." I was very worried.

"First of all, I'm never letting a condom come between 
me and this beautiful cock right here," she said, 
squeezing it. "And second, I've been on the pill since I 
was nine, silly. I won't get pregnant, so you can cum in 
me all you want." She grinned slyly. "And I wish you 
would."

"I hereby promise to try," I gasped, as she stroked my 
entire length. She giggled. "Good!" and sucked me into 
her mouth again. She licked me up and down, firmly 
stroking with her hands, literally pulling on my dick 
with the suction in her mouth. It felt great!

After a few minutes of her tender and amazing 
ministrations, I could feel my testicles loading up to 
fire. "Oh, god, Karen!" I squirmed, my whole lower body 
tensing up. "I'm gonna-oh! I'm gonna cum!"

Karen immediately drew back and stuck out her tongue, 
placing the head of my cock on the middle of it pointing 
towards her open mouth, and continued stroking me while 
going "Ahhhhhh" and looking me right in the eyes. It was 
indescribably hot, because when I came five seconds 
later, I could actually SEE my semen spurting into her 
open mouth. 

I could barely keep my eyes open as it was, but my stare 
was locked onto that sight. A lot came out, and she 
swallowed twice, with obvious delight. She milked every 
last drop out of me, licking my cockhead and swallowing 
every bit of it. I was just limp and amazed, although my 
penis was still practically rock-hard.

"Mmmm!" She said, still stroking the base of my 
erection, giving the sensitive head a rest. "That was 
even better than last night! You're like a cum machine!" 
She kissed my penis all over. "I love you!" She cooed.

"I love you too." I mumbled, still coming back down from 
the orgasm.

"I love you too, of course!" Karen smiled, "but I was 
talking to him." She kissed my cock again. "Does it 
still feel ok? It's still super hard."

"I feel great!" I laughed. "How about you?"

She smiled. "I feel pretty good, but I want more. And I 
want you." She let go of me, and stood, slowly drawing 
her nightgown up, and bunching it at her waist. I could 
see her knees, her thighs, and finally, her gorgeous 
pussy. Friends, it was every bit as beautiful as I might 
have imagined. She had her pubic hair trimmed into a 
little landing strip about an inch wide, and going up 
about three inches. It wasn't thick, but it looked soft 
and silky.

"I tried to make it look nice for you," She said. "I 
have to trim it anyway to wear a swimsuit, but I don't 
know what you like."

"It's beautiful," I said, my breath taken away. She 
beamed. "I'm glad you like it."

"Oh, believe me, this goes beyond like." I motioned her 
closer, and reached out to touch it. I stroked her soft 
mons, and tickled the silky hairs of her little trimmed 
bush, much to her delight. When I placed a single finger 
between her legs, and traced up the outside of her slit, 
her juices literally coated my finger. My fingertip 
bumped something firm amongst the soft, and she gave a 
gasp. Grabbing my shoulder for support, she took a deep 
breath. "Oh my," she said, breathless. "I think I'm 
going to need more than your finger."

I rose, and put my arms around her waist. Angling my 
penis in between her legs, I reached down and had her 
squeeze her thighs together. I began to thrust and pull 
my erection back and forth, rubbing across the outside 
of her slit. Her pussy juices coated my cock, and I slid 
back and forth over her clit, making her moan and clutch 
me. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" She whimpered, 
clinging to me as I ground back and forth, clutched 
between her legs. The rain continued to pour down all 
around the gazebo.

After a minute or two of this, she stepped back and 
grabbed my hard-on with her hand. "I can't wait any 
longer. I need this beautiful cock inside me RIGHT NOW!" 
And with that, she turned away, flipped the back of her 
nightgown up, and bent over, resting her elbows on the 
railing. "Don't tease me anymore, put it in my pussy! 
Please!" She wiggled her gorgeous posterior at me, and I 
could see the rosy lips of her pussy, almost beckoning 
me over. "Hurry!" She moaned plaintively.

I sprang to obey. Carefully positioning myself, (She's a 
little bit shorter than me, so I had to spread my legs 
way apart to get my penis low enough) I rubbed the head 
of my cock up and down across her pussy, getting it 
soaking wet. Then I placed the tip against her tight 
opening, and pushed slowly. A tiny bit of resistance at 
first, but then the head slipped in almost with a pop. 
Karen arched her back and cried out "Oh!"

"You ok?" I asked, concerned, and trying to concentrate 
on her. "I am *way* more than ok, it just feels 
extremely large. I thought tonight might feel a little 
smaller, but nooooo." She wriggled a bit. "So good. So 
big. God! Don't stop, keep going!"

I put my hands on her waist and pushed myself in deeper, 
then pulled out about an inch, then pushed in deeper 
again. She writhed and squirmed, gasping and moaning in 
pleasure. "More!" She panted, as I neared full 
insertion. I pulled almost all the way out, and thrust 
in firmly. 

"AAhh!" She cried, almost musically. "Again!" I pulled 
out and thrust in again, harder this time, and felt the 
head of my cock hit the back of her vagina. I had hit 
her full depth. "I'm as deep as it fits." I said, 
rubbing the small of her back. She panted for breath and 
looked back over her shoulder at me. "It'll stretch 
deeper. At least it did last night. God, but your cock 
is freaking HUGE."

I pulled out agonizingly slowly, and gripped her waist, 
slipping my cock back up into her wet pussy with a 
little twist of my hips. "Aahh!" She gasped, "Quit 
teasing me and do it! Give it to me!"

"OK," I said. "I love you." And I started making love to 
her in earnest. She laid forward on the railing and just 
went with it as I thrust my penis in and out of her 
sopping wet pussy. In, out, in, out, in, out, I tried to 
maintain a steady speed, but in my arousal I think I may 
have been getting faster. Her excitement level rose as I 
increased speed, and it seemed like only a few minutes 
before she was crying out with every thrust, pushing 
back against me hard.

"Will! Oh god! I'm gonna cum!" She gasped, looking back 
at me with wide eyes. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh yeah, 
yeah, yeah, yeah! AHHH!" She tossed her hair back and 
looked at me again. "It feels so good in my pussy, Will! 
It feels so good!"

I could feel her vaginal walls start to contract, but 
oddly, my orgasm wasn't quite near yet. I kept on 
fucking her, watching her body shake with each thrust. 
Her knees wobbled, and she almost lost her balance. I 
leaned over a bit and put my arms around her waist, 
literally holding her up, when her orgasm suddenly hit.

"AAAHH! AAAHH! OH GOD! YES! YES! AAAAHH!" Karen threw 
back her head and *screamed.* Her pussy clenched and 
spasmed, and her legs shook as she roared through a very 
wet climax. Her juices poured over my balls and down 
both our legs. I slowed my movements, but did not 
withdraw. She clutched the railing and gradually 
regained control.

"Holy jeezus!" She literally gulped for air. "Did 
you...? Are you still...?"

I flexed my PC muscle, which made my penis twitch inside 
her. "Still here," I smiled. "How about you?"

She stared back at me in amazement. I was still holding 
her up, as her legs were still shaking a little. "I 
didn't mean to leave you behind." She pushed her wet 
hair out of her eyes.

"Well, you didn't really," I said, pulling out about 
three inches and slipping back in. Her eyes rolled in 
pleasure, and she almost went limp again. "Do you mind 
if I continue?"

"I can't stand on my own right now, I think, so you'll 
have to hold me up. Or I could lay down or something. 
God." She said, exhausted.

"Well, this is ok with me, right here." I said, standing 
to my full height, and lifting her hips up to my height. 
Her feet swung a few inches from the floorboards. She 
moaned, as my cock was still buried deep inside her. 
Every movement made it move within her.

"Do it." She breathed. "Use my pussy. Do whatever you 
want."

I began again, pulling out a little, slipping it back 
in. I began to thrust harder on the instroke, making her 
butt jiggle from the impact. She seemed to enjoy that, 
so I got braver, and started thrusting even harder, 
making an audible slap, slap, slap noise. My balls were 
slamming back and forth, and at one point, she moaned 
happily "Ooohhh, your balls are hitting my clit, wow!"

Friends, I'd like to be able to say that I was gentle, 
or that I took her needs into account, but I didn't. I 
was as selfish as they come. I pounded her pussy like 
John Henry drove steel. Bam, bam, bam. From her cries, I 
know she was enjoying it too, but right at that moment, 
her pleasure was secondary to mine. I drilled her so 
fast and so hard I'm surprised I didn't whip her pussy 
juice into a froth. (The next day my abs and thigh 
muscles were sore, because of the overexertion I put 
them through.)

I could feel my balls hauling up, and I knew I was 
almost there. "I'm gonna cum," I growled. "Where do you 
want it?"

"In my pussy! In my pussy!" Karen cried, and actually 
fell into a SECOND orgasm. "AAAHHH! FUCK! YES! FUCK 
MEEEEEEE!" (This was all startling, as Karen usually 
doesn't swear. She doesn't think of it as ladylike at 
all, but I guess there were just no other words for it.)

Her vaginal walls clamped down on me, and I exploded. My 
cock sent gush after gush of hot semen splashing deep 
into her, and MY knees started getting week. "UUnnhhh!" 
I grunted, staggering a bit. She grabbed the railing to 
keep herself from falling, as I was still clamped to her 
backside. I gave a few more weak thrusts, but I was 
completely spent as the last few spurts went into her.

"Oh, I could feel it squirting!" she moaned, "Mmmm."

"I have to put you down, or we're both gonna fall," I 
gasped. She straightened out her legs. "Ok, do it." She 
said, and then moaned when I pulled my cock out.

The air felt suddenly cold on my dick, as it was 
acclimated to her warm, tight pussy. I literally 
stumbled over the bench and fell on it, butt first. 
Karen kinda slumped against the railing, falling almost 
into a squat. We both concentrated on getting air into 
our lungs, gasping hungrily the damp night air. The rain 
was unabated.

My cock was about half hard, still standing up a bit, 
but throbbing and twitching uncontrollably. "I think I 
broke my dick," I joked, laying back in a slouch.

"Your dick? What about my poor little pussy?" Karen 
laughed weakly. "It's STILL going crazy." Suddenly she 
looked down, "Awwww, noooo." she said, in a worried 
tone, and clamped a hand over her vagina.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Her nightgown had slipped back 
down when she fell, and she hitched it up again so she 
could reach under it.

"Your cum is dripping out," she said, "I don't want it 
to."

"Oh?" I asked, interested.

"We worked so hard for it, and it's trying to dribble 
out." She scooped something from her pussy and licked it 
off her fingers. "God," she moaned, "We taste good 
together."

She dipped into her pussy again, and again she sucked 
the liquids off her fingers. "Mmmmm!" She said happily. 
"So I don't want to waste any. It's like, how would you 
feel if you saw someone throwing away a chocolate cake? 
It's a waste."

"I never thought of it that way," I said, watching in 
amazement as she continued to harvest our juices.

She sucked each finger with a pop. "I think that should 
do it for now. The rest of it doesn't seem to be coming 
out just yet." She focused on my flagging erection. 
"Oooh! More!" 

I held up a hand as she rose and wobbled over. "I can't 
take any more sucking," I begged. "I'm totally played 
out right now."

She knelt at my knees anyway. "How about I just lick it 
clean, no sucking? Would that be ok?"

I waved my hand. "You don't have to do that," I said, 
"You've already taken fantastic care of me, especially 
after you let me go wild on you just now."

"That WAS intense." She grinned, "But I WANT to do this, 
it's not a 'have to' situation. I'm happy that I 'get 
to' do it. Cleaning you off is just as important as 
getting you off." Her hands found the base of my dick. 
"Please?"

I relaxed helplessly, as she licked and swallowed all 
the semen and pussy juices coating my dick. "Mmmmmm," 
she sighed. "So good."

A thoughtful look crossed her face. "I'm having the 
weirdest sense of Deja Vu. Every time I smell your cum, 
it feels like... I don't know."

"Hand cream," I mumbled.

"What?"

"Years ago you came and got into my bed during a 
thunderstorm, and I had just had a wet dream. You 
accidentally found the wet spot, and I told you it was 
old hand cream that had spilled." I confessed.

Her eyes got huge. "REALLY? So THAT'S why..." She 
started laughing. "Oh my god. I remember that! When I 
smelled it, it made me feel funny, like my clit went 
zing! You made me wash it off, but when you left with 
the sheet, I wrapped your blanket around me and stuck my 
hand in my panties to see what made my clit go crazy. 
That may have been my first real arousal, not just 
waking up horny. When you came back into the room with 
the sheet, you startled me so bad. I had forgotten I was 
in YOUR room. Geez!" She slapped me on the thigh, her 
other hand still gripping my (now kinda floppy) penis. 
"You big liar! Hand cream! Really!"

"What was I supposed to do? I couldn't tell you what it 
was." I defended myself weakly.

"You're right, I know." She sighed. "I would have really 
freaked out bad if I had known. Of course, now," she 
gave my penis a wiggle, it flopped back and forth. 
"Boing." She giggled.

A sudden gust of wind blew some raindrops under the 
eaves and sprinkled us. "Oof!" I grunted. I was 
exhausted, blissfully exhausted. "I think we need to get 
back inside."

She nodded, not letting go of my penis. "Thanks for 
coming out here to talk with me. I really appreciate 
it."

I grinned. "Me too. We should talk like this more often. 
I've never felt so close to you as I do right now."

"Wise guy." She squeezed my dick, and let go. "I think 
I'm going to need a wheelchair." She rose gingerly to 
her knees, and climbed to her feet with a groan. I stood 
to help her, but was just as weak and clumsy. "Oops." I 
stumbled. "Is it possible to screw yourself 
handicapped?"

She laughed. "I'll tell you in the morning. God, how big 
do you get? I felt like I was turning inside out!" She 
picked up the flashlight and turned it on. "You felt 
like you were bigger than this flashlight!" She wrapped 
her hands around it, gauging it's thickness.

I shook my head. "Can't be." She gave me a disbelieving 
look, and said "Well, you're not going to convince me 
otherwise. God!" She limped down the little steps. "I 
can barely walk."

I was starting to feel guilty. "I'm sorry," I said 
sincerely, and she whirled around. "No, no, no! Don't 
you feel bad! You were magnificent!"

"I was too rough," I said. She shook her head. "No, you 
were incredible. I told you to do what you wanted, and 
you did. I'm so happy, I feel like I don't even need to 
walk back, I'll just float."

I blew out the candles, and went to the pool of light at 
her feet.

When I made it down the steps, she grabbed my hand and 
together we started walking back to the house. About 20 
feet from the gazebo there was a big stand of rushes, 
maybe cattails or something, right next to the path. As 
the flashlight flitted over it, I saw something strange. 
"Hey, wait-" I started, and Karen turned and 
inadvertently shone the flashlight in my eyes. "Ack!" I 
winced.

"Sorry!" She said, and pointed it down. "I wasn't 
thinking."

"It's ok, just now you're going to have to lead me." I 
said. "I thought I saw something weird."

"Where?" Karen asked, and I pointed to the rushes. "It 
looked like something was in the rushes there."

"Like a bear?" Karen asked, clutching my hand. She's 
scared of bears, I guess, and we DO live in what is 
considered bear country, it's just never seemed like a 
likely danger to me.

"No, it wasn't big. It was just a shape. Maybe it was a 
raccoon." I said. She shone the flashlight steadily on 
the rushes, and gingerly moved towards it, but there was 
nothing there. The rain made enough noise falling on all 
the leaves around us, plus the ever-present splashing of 
the waterfall, that if there had been something there, 
we wouldn't have been likely to hear it move off. "Gone 
now," she said.

I was trying to blink away the burnt spots in my eyes, 
when she came back and took my hand. "I love you," she 
said, happily.

I squeezed her hand. "I love you too. I think I always 
have."

"I know what you mean," She said. "It's always been you. 
Never really anybody else."

We walked in happy silence through the rain, back to the 
big, dark house. As we snuck into the kitchen, I turned 
to her. Walking back to the house reminded me that it 
wasn't just the two of us lovers, but other people were 
in our world as well. "How do we keep this a secret? 
What about Amy, and Lola?" I whispered.

"I don't know, we'll-" she paused, the flashlight 
flickered around her feet, zipped across the kitchen 
floor towards the living room, and then she quickly 
turned it off. "We'll think of something?" She finished 
weakly.

I was so tired I just wanted to go to sleep. Right there 
in the kitchen floor if necessary. "I'm dead on my feet. 
I need to go to bed right now." I mumbled, and squelched 
across the kitchen.

"Ok," Karen whispered, her voice distant. "Good night."

Up the stairs I went, quietly changed into dry shorts, 
and went to bed. Once again, I slept deeply and 
dreamlessly.
***
Chapter 7 - Amy's breakdown/ Shopping fun/ Dinner and 
Dessert

I awoke to screaming. At first I didn't realize what it 
was; I just lay there, dazed, listening to the rain pour 
down. Watery gray light leaked in through the window, 
like the sun forgot to rise.

"WHY NOT?!" Amy howled from downstairs somewhere. I sat 
bolt upright.

"I DON'T CARE! IT'S NOT FAIR!!" came a second later. She 
was really shrieking.

I scrambled out of bed, and stumbled down the stairs. I 
could hear the quiet murmur of Karen's voice, earnestly 
saying something, and then Amy screamed again. "YOU HAD 
TO HAVE KNOWN!! HOW *COULD* YOU?!!"

As I charged into the kitchen, I saw Amy standing in the 
middle of the floor, her feet apart and her fists 
clenched. Karen was standing behind the kitchen island, 
one hand on her throat, one hand held up as if to ward 
off a blow. "I *HATE* Y..." Amy began, but faltered the 
minute she saw me.

Amy looked terrible. Her hair was wild, her eyes were 
puffy and red, and her cheeks were raw. It looked like 
she had been crying for hours. She drew in a gasping 
breath and just stared at me, wild-eyed and wary.

"What's going on in here?!" I asked, looking from Amy to 
Karen. Karen was pale and looked shocked. Unshed tears 
stood out in her eyes. "Will, she..." Karen began, but 
her voice was hoarse, and she faltered. She swallowed, 
and went to try again, but Amy wailed and ran to the 
door.

I turned to look at her, but she wrestled the door open 
in a flash, and ran out into the rain. "Amy!" I yelled, 
but she was off the porch and gone.

"Will, she saw us last night. In the gazebo. She saw 
everything!" Karen wailed. Oh shit.

Lightning strobed and the thunder boomed so loud and so 
long it seemed like the sky had to have split in half. 
Amy was out there. I charged out the door without 
another word.

It had been raining since yesterday, so the ground was 
pretty soft. I was able to follow Amy's footprints in 
the soft dirt near the back steps and again by the 
garden. Assuming she was just running in a straight 
line, she was heading for the woods. The gazebo! I took 
off, trying to stay in the grass, as I was barefoot, 
like Amy.

The air was turning colder, and thunder cracked and 
boomed again. I hurried down the gully, and soon I could 
see Amy huddled in the little gazebo, sitting on one of 
the benches, her legs drawn up, her head on her knees.

I stepped up on to the bottom step, and said "Amy?" She 
shook with the force of her weeping, sobbing so hard it 
sounded like she was going to throw up. She was 
literally crying so hard she was gagging.

I sat down about arm's length from her, and reached out 
to touch her shoulder. She startled and flinched away. 
"I'm right here," I said. I'd never seen anyone cry like 
that; heart-breaking, gut-wrenching sobs of pure pain 
and suffering. It was very difficult to sit there and 
listen to, but I knew what I'd done. I had to face the 
music.

After several minutes of heartsick sobbing, Amy raised 
her head and wiped at her eyes. Looking over at me, she 
seemed surprised to see me there. I held my arms out, 
and she went to climb into my lap, but then she 
hesitated and started crying again. I leaned over, and 
scooped her up, and she didn't fight me. Much.

I cradled her, gently rocking back and forth, trying to 
calm her down. I'd never seen her this upset before. She 
cried like she was dying. "Hey, c'mon," I soothed, "Talk 
to me."

She balled up her fist and hit me high in the chest, 
almost my shoulder, but she was weak from crying and 
there wasn't much force behind it. "Don't you *LOVE* 
me?" She croaked, her voice broken.

"Of COURSE I do, what kind of question is that?" I 
asked. She gulped in air and cried even harder.

"Then why won't you make love to *ME*?!" She wailed, her 
body shaking helplessly with her sobs. I was completely 
flummoxed. I would have never guessed that if Amy caught 
Karen and I having sex, her issue would be that she had 
been excluded. I had no idea what to even say or think.

"What?" I said. She clung to me and bawled. All I could 
do was hold her.

"SHE gets to have sex with you, to show you how much she 
loves you, and I can't even *cuddle* with you for two 
weeks?!" She sobbed. "How do you think that makes me 
feel?! I saw you guys last night and I wanted to die!"

"Amy, I-" I started, but she punched me again.

"How long?! How long have you been lovers?" She 
demanded, anger starting to rise through her sorrow.

I shrugged. "Two days?"

"TWO DAYS?!" She shrieked, gritting her teeth. "I've 
wanted you for TWO YEARS!!"

"You-" I started, but she buried her face in her hands 
and wailed. After a few moments, she tried again.

"Did you ever see me getting wet about the Jonas 
Brothers? Or Orlando Bloom? Or Zac Efron? NO!! I've 
wanted to be with you ever since I knew what sex was! 
Ever since I knew we could make each other feel good!" 
She straightened up and looked me in the eye. "I've been 
watching and wishing for you since I was seven! I almost 
told you like a thousand times, but I always chicken 
out. I've always been afraid of it being a mistake!"

"Seven?!" I asked, surprised. She took a deep breath and 
tried to calm down. "I used to always sneak around and 
watch you and Karen when you didn't know you were being 
watched. I was nosy, and it was fun. I used to hide in 
the hallway and watch Karen cook, I used to hide along 
the trail and watch you chop wood. It always seemed like 
the longer I could go without you noticing, the more fun 
it was. I used to pretend I was invisible, like a 
ninja."

She wiped her eyes, and her nose, and stared at her 
fingers, continuing. "One day when I was about seven, I 
had been spying on Karen in the garden, when I came 
inside and heard creaking and clunking from upstairs. I 
snuck up and looked through the keyhole in Mom and Dad's 
old room, and saw you looking through a box on their 
bed. You were pulling out magazines that had pictures of 
women on them. Beautiful women, without the right 
clothes."

*uh-oh* I thought, *that means...*

"So I watched you get out some VCR tapes, and put them 
in the thing, even though I couldn't see the TV from the 
keyhole. I could see you, though, and you looked all 
shocked. I knew something was going on. You ran over to 
the window, and then to the door, which thankfully you 
didn't open, because I was right there. I froze in 
panic, not even breathing, but you just went back to the 
bed and pulled your pants down."

"I remember," I said, ashamed. "You don't have to tell 
me the whole story."

"Shut up, I'm explaining something important." She said, 
wiping her eyes again. "I watched you masturbate. I knew 
you had a penis, that boys were different, but I'd never 
seen one like that. I watched you rubbing it, I saw that 
you obviously liked it. When you nutted, though, you 
fell off the bed, and it looked like you got hurt. I saw 
all this stuff flying out of your penis, and then you 
screamed and fell down. I was terrified."

"Wait, nutted? Where did you hear that term?" I blurted. 
"That one's kinda gross."

"Sorry." She winced. "It was on a DVD I found in the 
trash. HandCock?"

It had been a free DVD with an Adam and Eve order, a 
male masturbation compilation, which I definitely did 
not want. "That's why I threw it away." I told her. She 
nodded. "I watched it once, and then tossed it too."

"You watched it?" I asked. "How long have you been 
watching my porn? Or any porn?"

"Can I finish my story please?" She sniffled, and wiped 
her nose. "It will all become clear, alright?" I nodded. 
She took a deep, shaky breath, and went on. "So I see 
all this stuff squirt out of you, and it went 
*everywhere* and you screamed and fell off the bed. I 
was terrified, I thought you'd been really hurt, but the 
door was locked and I couldn't let you know I had been 
watching you. It seemed like I had spied on something 
really private and I felt guilty for the first time 
ever. 

"I mean really. I used to peek on you or Karen in the 
bathroom sometimes, or when you were showering, but this 
felt like I had really done something wrong and 
invasive. I counted to five and then banged on the door, 
because if you were hurt, I wanted to get help as soon 
as possible. I couldn't just sneak away and act like 
nothing happened."

She was really starting to calm down. Her eyes were 
still red, and she still looked like hell, but she 
wasn't crying. Not right this second, anyway. "So when 
you opened the door, I acted all innocent, but I was 
concerned about you. You seemed ok, and you made up some 
lame excuse, So I knew you weren't hurt, but I was also 
curious about what had happened, with your penis, and 
with the VCR tapes. 

"I mean, I had seen you have erections before, from 
sleeping in your bed. When I would wake up before you in 
the mornings, sometimes I could stare at your bulge for 
a while and wonder what was causing it. I always thought 
maybe it was full of pee, because when you had a big 
penis in the morning, you'd always get up and pee."

She brushed her hair out of her eyes and continued. "But 
when you fell off the bed, you knocked the stuff 
everywhere, and then when you kicked it under the bed, 
you didn't get all of it out. After I left, I heard you 
go to your room. I snuck back up later and got under the 
bed and found two VCR tapes and two magazines."

"What?!" I asked. I knew I had originally found more 
than four tapes in the box!

"Yeah, a Playboy, a Hustler, and two tapes. One said 
Hustler's Barely Legal, and the other just had a black 
square penciled on it. I looked at the magazines right 
away, but I had to wait until nighttime when you guys 
were asleep to sneak downstairs and watch the tapes. I 
had to know what you were doing, and why it happened 
like that. The Hustler had all kinds of stuff in it, 
with women putting things in their... vaginas, and 
making angry faces a lot. 

"It didn't look nice, it looked like they didn't want to 
be photographed. The Playboy magazine, though, the women 
were beautiful, so perfect, and they looked ... so 
amazing. They looked so calm and inviting and gloriously 
naked. In Hustler, the women looked like whores. Like 
Mom. In Playboy, they looked like goddesses."

She sighed, and looked up at me. "Do I sound crazy or 
evil yet?" I shook my head. Obviously she was sharing 
her heart. "I've always been scared to death to tell you 
any of this. After last night, though, I feel like I've 
got nothing to lose anymore." She began to cry again, 
quietly, weakly.

"So I finally got to watch the tapes, and I started with 
the one that didn't have any title. I put it in and was 
amazed to see kids my age having sex, with each other 
and adults." She said, but I interrupted her.

"Nine-year-olds?!!" I was shocked. Dad had kiddy porn? I 
knew I should be horrified, but I was more surprised.

"No, my age then. Six-year-olds." Amy wiped her eyes.

"That's child abuse! It's rape!" I said, offended. Amy 
rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Didn't look like rape to 
me. They were smiling, and everyone looked like they 
were having a great time. Nobody was crying or hurt or 
anything. It was obviously copied from other tapes, like 
in somebody's house, because it was all different clips 
mashed on one tape. 

They started and stopped at random times, or right in 
the middle of something. Some of the clips even had a 
logo, like B F I or Raygold or something. Dee and Desi 
with a Tazmanian devil on it." She looked completely 
calm about this. I was still floored, and I'm not sure 
how I felt about having it in the house, even 
unknowingly. Amy clearly wanted to get on with the 
story.

"The biggest clip on that tape was basically a how-to 
video. They had a girl called Vicky, and a woman 
narrated while she did things to a man, I guess her dad. 
The lady explained all about sex. How it worked, what 
all the body parts are called, how to make them feel 
really good. She also explained why people needed to be 
secret about it, and how to masturbate a man or a woman. 
She said people only did it when they really loved each 
other, moms and dads did it to have babies, but parents 
and children, brothers and sisters did it just to show 
that they really, really loved someone. 

"She made it sound like every loving family had sex 
together, although I soon realized this wasn't true. The 
man in the video had a really small penis, so Vicky was 
able to suck it, and straddle him and slip it into her 
vagina. She looked so happy, and the lady and the man 
were so nice. I was incredibly jealous. Here I loved you 
and Karen both so much, and we'd never made each other 
cum. I wanted what Vicky had. I wanted it a lot!" Her 
voice was serious, as she looked at me closely.

"Do you remember the night I jacked you off?" She asked 
me. It felt like ice pouring down my back. ""What?!!" I 
whispered. She blushed, and lowered her eyes for a 
second, but got her courage up and looked me in the eyes 
again.

"It was a few weeks after I saw you masturbating in Mom 
and Dad's room, when we had a thunderstorm and I had an 
excuse to get in your bed. I decided that I was going to 
try some things from the video, and once you knew how 
much I loved you, you'd love me back. I stripped down to 
my panties and climbed into your bed. You were totally 
asleep and snoring, so I started rubbing the front of 
your underwear. Pretty soon you had this HUGE hard-on, 
and rolled onto your side, against me."

I closed my eyes. I don't know if I was feeling shame, 
shock, or what. I felt a little nauseous just 
remembering when it happened.

"I rubbed and stroked you until you came, but then I was 
too scared to admit what I had done. Your reaction was 
so terrified that I knew I had been wrong to try it. I 
just played asleep while you cleaned it up, although I 
did lick my lips and taste your cum. That part I 
couldn't resist, I mean I worked for it, I couldn't let 
it get thrown away. You looked like you were dying, I 
kept blaming myself. I swore never to try it again, and 
I settled for just going back to watching you."

"Watching me?" I said, eyes narrowing. She nodded, 
almost defiantly. "I'll bet I've watched you cum at 
least once a week since that night, maybe more. That's 
the nice thing about watching you through a keyhole, 
either from the bathroom or my room, I'm already 
squatting down, it's easy to just spread my legs and rub 
my clit while you rub your penis. We cum together, even 
if we're not *together* together." She took a deep 
breath, and wiped her eyes again. 

"So I've been loving you from afar since I knew what 
love was. I mean I know now the differences between sex 
and love, but I know I want both together, that it can't 
get any better than that. I know that I love you with 
all my heart and soul, and I want the chance to love you 
with my body too. I want to give you everything I have 
to give, so that maybe you can stop looking for whores 
and stay with us." Tears ran down her cheeks.

"Let me make sure I understand what you're telling me," 
I said. "You've been lusting after me for two years?" As 
if on cue, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled deeply.

"I'm nine years old! Do you honestly think I'm still 
scared of thunderstorms?!?!" she snapped. "Pay 
attention! I LOVE YOU!! I NEED YOU!! Karen's not the 
only person who wants your love! I love you at least as 
much as she does, and I made love to you first! I should 
have first pick." She sniffled, and tried to clear her 
throat, but her nose had stuffed up. 

"I swear you won't be sorry. I'll do anything and 
everything you could wish for. I promise I'll try hard. 
Please..." She trailed off, crying again, only much more 
quietly, as if exhausted by her confession.

"All I've ever really wanted was to share my love with 
you and Karen, and here you've left me behind." She 
wept.

I heard Karen clear her throat, and I startled, turning 
my gaze away from Amy for the first time. She was 
standing at the base of the gazebo stairs, holding an 
umbrella in the rain. "How long have you been there?" I 
asked.

"She's been there a while," Amy said, before she could 
answer. She nodded, and put one foot on the stairs. "Can 
I join you?" Amy shrugged sullenly. Karen closed her 
umbrella and walked over to sit next to Amy. "I think I 
overheard most of that."

Amy clung to me possessively, and Karen noticed. "Relax, 
Amy, I didn't come down here to yell at you, I came down 
here to apologize." She reached out her hand and rubbed 
Amy's shoulder, which was turned away from her. Amy 
relaxed a little.

"I didn't know the whole situation." Karen said gently, 
"So I'm sorry I told you no."

She looked at me. "This morning, Amy came into the 
kitchen and told me she loved you and me both, and asked 
if she could join in this new part of our relationship. 
She said we were so beautiful together, and she wanted 
to do it too. I was so shocked, I just blurted out "no 
way." I didn't realize how long she'd been keeping all 
this a secret. Although knowing she's been spying on us 
is a bit of a creepy surprise. And the child porn." 

Karen looked annoyed, but she softened. Amy wiped her 
nose again, and just looked at Karen, with a slightly 
wary expression. Karen took a deep breath. "It seems to 
me that if you've felt this way for two years already, 
then it's not just infatuation. It's not just because it 
was a new thing that you'd get bored with."

Amy nodded silently. "But you said you feel the same way 
about me too?" Karen asked, her face difficult to read.

"Well, yes." and here Amy blushed. "I mean I love you so 
much, and you're so freakin' beautiful, I just... . 
can't help it. I spied on Will more, because he has a 
penis, and it fascinates me, but I knew you had a vagina 
like me. On the tape that taught me how to do all this 
stuff, they have lots of things with two girls, and it 
looked SO good. I was always terrified to even approach 
you, though, because I knew you'd shoot me down, and I 
didn't want to deal with how we'd change after that."

Karen looked at me. I didn't know what to make of it. 
"Please, give me a chance." Amy begged. "I know you two 
are like magic together, but I promise I can add to 
that. Please."

I looked at Karen helplessly. Karen shrugged and looked 
down. "I know how she feels," She said simply. "I felt 
the same way, minus the voyeurism and the underage 
pornography. I don't want to live without you, and I 
especially don't want to live without your sex, now that 
I've been able to enjoy that too."

"So you're telling me to..." I asked her, waiting for 
her to say yes or no. She just looked at me.

"She's asking you, mostly. I can't make that decision 
for you. I can't say what I think about her wanting to 
have sex with ME, that's kind of a surprise, but I see 
how much it's hurting her to be left out. I wouldn't be 
upset or offended if you said yes. In fact, if you did 
say yes, that would make me happier, knowing that it 
would make her happy. As far as her wanting me," She 
looked at Amy.

"And I do," Amy almost whispered, blushing.

"We'd need to make some rules, of course, but... I might 
be able to be convinced." Karen blushed and looked at 
her feet.

Amy lit up and turned to me. "Karen said yes! C'mon! 
It'll be SO good."

I took a deep breath. "Why do you want this? You said it 
was for love? We already love you, you know that."

She frowned. "Because it is the best, most complete way 
to show just how completely dedicated to someone you 
are. True Love. I could write you poetry all day, but 
nothing compares to using my body to give you pleasure. 
I was even willing to humiliate myself by peeing on you 
to keep Jenni away, and I was RIGHT! I love you, and I 
want you to love me back, just as much. Besides, I 
already saw you and Karen making love, so don't give me 
any moral high ground here. I love you two, completely 
and utterly. LET ME IN!" She stared at me.

"So you DID pee on me deliberately!!" I said, but Amy 
immediately waved her hands. "We're not talking about 
that right now!" She said firmly.

I looked at Karen, who smiled gently and nodded. "Ok." I 
said.

"Ok what?" Amy said, seeming shocked by my agreement. 
"Ok I answered your question, or ok I can make you both 
cum?" I winced a bit at the bluntness of the question, 
but that's our Amy. By way of answer, I kissed her cheek 
and squeezed her butt with my hand she was sitting on. 
She drew in a big breath and let out a whoop. She 
started crying tears of joy this time as she leapt to 
her feet and did an impromptu victory dance. "Yes, yes, 
yes!"

Karen laughed at her reaction, and then reached out to 
take her hands. Amy jumped into her arms and gave her a 
huge hug. "Thank you! For accepting me, and for helping 
convince him!"

"I knew exactly how you felt. I couldn't be a stick-in-
the-mud about this anyway." Karen smiled. "Plus, I was 
worrying about how to keep all this a secret. I totally 
saw your wet footprints in the kitchen last night."

"Oops." Amy said, wincing. She and Karen kept their arms 
around each other.

"Yeah, I'd been meaning to ask about the whole "you saw 
us in the gazebo" thing." I said, giving Amy a look. Amy 
shrugged, utterly unconcerned.

"I heard you guys sneaking out, so I followed you. I hid 
behind the weeds over there and tried to listen in, 
although I couldn't hear very well. There was no closer 
place to hide, although I sure saw everything." Amy took 
a deep breath. 

"At first I couldn't even believe what I was seeing, 
then I wanted to die, then I wanted to kill you two, 
then I just couldn't stop crying OR masturbating. God, 
you were both so gorgeous. Will, when you were really 
letting her have it, I swear *I* came three times. I 
can't believe how sexy that was!"

"I thought I saw something in the rushes!" I said. "As 
we were leaving!" Amy nodded.

"After the third time I came from touching myself, I 
almost passed out. I literally forgot I was supposed to 
be hiding. Karen shining the light in my eyes woke me 
up, and I just ran off
to the house and went straight to my bed to cry all 
night." Amy wiped her nose. "Thank you for including me. 
Thank you both. I don't think I can even explain how 
happy I am right now." Thunder rumbled softly in the 
distance. The storm was moving away, although the rain 
still fell hard.

The realization of what I had agreed to was just 
starting to sink in. "Umm, so what do we do now?" I 
asked.

"Well, I've had two years to fantasize, so I've got all 
kinds of ideas." Amy grinned. "It's like all my dreams 
just came true! I'm so happy!"

"Well, now seems like the time to set some rules." Karen 
said. "We need to decide a few things first of all." I 
nodded, although I couldn't think of anything right off 
the bat.

"The first rule I propose is no more spying. I didn't 
know that we haven't had any privacy, so I want that 
back. No more keyholes, or hiding to watch us." Karen 
gave Amy a pointed look, and Amy nodded meekly. "Sorry, 
by the way." She said.

"Second, There are probably going to be times where some 
of us are going to want to be sexy and some of us are 
not. How do we handle that?" Karen asked.

Amy shrugged. "I'm pretty much always up for it." She 
said lightly. "Like now?" I asked, indicating her 
disheveled look and puffy, bloodshot eyes. She was 
shocked. "No, not NOW, I look horrible!!" but then she 
laughed. "Ok, I get it."

"Maybe if whoever wants to make love makes sure to 
invite everybody? Like If Karen and I get the urge, we 
come and find you?" I said to Amy, and then turned to 
Karen. "Or if Amy and I get hot, we'll ask you to join 
us?"

She tilted her head, thinking it over. "That sounds 
better, but there are going to be times I want you all 
to myself." 

Amy nodded. "Yeah, like if I want to surprise you in the 
shower, I want to DO it, not to lose the moment while I 
go find Karen and ask permission, basically."

We all thought a moment. "What if we just do as we like, 
but try to make sure everybody gets a chance to 
participate as often as possible. I mean yes, sometimes 
we'll want to seize the moment, but usually, we'll try 
to make it available to everyone. How's that?" I asked. 
"We'll play it by ear, but try to play fair."

Karen and Amy both agreed. "Now, about the me and you 
thing," Karen said to Amy. "I'm not 100% sure how I feel 
about that. I mean, I know how it works, but... I'm not 
sure I have that kind of feelings about you. I mean I 
love you, but I'm not sure I want to have sex with you."

"What if it was Lola?" Amy asked, and Karen blushed. 
"Ok, so you're not afraid of the concept, it's just that 
it's me and not her." Amy said.

"Sorry," Karen winced. "Even if it WAS Lola, I'm not 
sure I'd want to do things to her. I might let her do 
stuff to me, though." More blushing. Amy grinned. "That 
gives me something to work with. How's this, I'll only 
do stuff to you when you're also doing stuff to Will. 
That way you're already horny, and you'll be distracted, 
so it won't be that weird."

I grinned. "I can't believe how calmly you two are just 
sitting here discussing this."

Karen gave me a look. "Well, you're going to get most of 
the benefit here! Isn't it every guy's dream to be with 
two girls at once?" Amy nuzzled her neck, and she 
shivered. "Geez!" She looked at Amy, who started 
giggling merrily. "Ok, you've proved your point."

"She's acting like she's doing me a favor, but she's 
going to enjoy it too." Amy smiled at me. Karen blushed 
and smiled wryly. "Smartypants," she said, giving Amy a 
swat on the butt and letting go of her. Amy stood, 
cocked a hip and shot me a sexy look. Well, as sexy as 
possible after having spent all night crying.

"I have something forrr yooouu," She cooed, putting her 
hand on her lower abdomen. 

Karen shook her head. "I don't think you're ready just 
yet."

"Why not?" Amy asked, curious. "I've used my fingers and 
some other things, but I was always careful not to break 
my hymen. I saved it for this. So I could give it to 
him.."

"Well, hymen or not, you're still not ready for him." 
Karen said, kindly. "He's just really, really big."

"I know." Amy grinned at me. "I'm going to have to 
practice up to get that thing in my pussy. I can't 
wait!"

"I don't think practice is the right thing," Karen 
shrugged. "Not if you want to preserve your hymen."

Amy seemed stymied. "Well... crap. You're right."

Karen waved her hand. "Worry about it later. Right now 
let's get inside out of the rain."

It sounded like a good idea to Amy and me, so I stood 
and stretched. As soon as I was standing, Amy clung to 
me in a full-body hug. "I love you!" She breathed. I 
hugged her back. "I love you too, squirt." I thought a 
moment. "I guess I should stop calling you by little pet 
names, now. I should treat you with more respect."

"No way," She insisted. "Squirt, kiddo, Aimers, all of 
those nicknames come from you. They make me feel special 
and loved. Don't stop."

Karen shook out her umbrella and opened it. She sighed, 
and took a halting step down off the gazebo. "Are you 
limping?" Amy asked.

Karen gave a weak smile. "Yeah, a little. When I told 
you he was too big for you, I knew what I was talking 
about. He was almost too big for *me.*"

"Hold on," I said. "Amy, you carry the umbrella, Karen, 
you come here."

I took Karen's hand and led her back up onto the gazebo, 
and then stepped down and turned around. "Get on my 
back. I'll piggy-back you to the house." I said.

Karen blushed, and shook her head. "I think walking is 
good for me, and I wasn't trying to make you feel 
guilty. I'll manage."

I turned to Amy. "How about you, then? Wanna ride?"

"*Do* I?" Amy crowed, and practically leapt on my back. 
Putting her arms around my neck, and her chin on my 
shoulder, she wrapped her legs around my lower back and 
squeezed. "I'll take any chance to get you between my 
legs." She giggled. I locked my arms under her knees, 
and off we started.

As Karen walked along primly beside us, I made sure to 
jostle Amy around a little bit, much to her delight. "We 
haven't done this in years!" She laughed. I pretended to 
drop her, which made her squeal and clutch me tighter. 
Karen laughed at us.

As we reached the top of the ravine, Amy spoke up. "Now, 
we told you all our secrets, you have to tell us yours."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Your last date with Fatty that she didn't blog about, 
and the whole Jenni thing. I KNOW you didn't tell us 
everything," Amy said. I winced. "Does it really 
matter?"

"Yes!" Amy said firmly. "You had these eloquent, 
elaborate explanations for why it was ok for you to go, 
then you come home and don't say squat about the date. 
Spill it. Something happened that last night with Sandi, 
and you were *this* close to letting Jenni give you 
crotch rot."

Karen eyed me as I trudged along. "Confession time." She 
said in a singsong, and gave me a smile. So beautiful.

"Ok, well, in my defense, I only went on those dates 
because I was scared of my feelings for you two. I 
desperately wanted you, but I was convinced that I was 
horrible for feeling that way. I had hoped to find 
someone ELSE to lust after, so I wouldn't feel so 
guilty." I said. "Awww," Karen said, and put her arm 
around mine. Amy ducked the umbrella and snickered. "If 
you had only known..."

"Soooo, the last date with Sandi, we went to the county 
fair, and the minute Sandi's back is turned, Jessi makes 
a pass at me, which I ignored." Karen and Amy both 
laughed. "I had already decided that Sandi wasn't for 
me, but she convinced me to take a moonlight drive 
anyway." Karen gave me a knowing look, and Amy just 
growled "Uh huh,"

"She told me to drive fast, then she pulled her top off 
and started fondling her breasts. She decided she wanted 
to perform oral sex on me, without asking for 
permission, and when she went to put her head down 
there, I almost hit a deer, and she got whopped by the 
steering wheel when I slammed on the brakes." Karen 
winced, and Amy cackled. "Serves her right!"

"We got back to her house and had this big run-in with 
both her parents, but she totally lied to keep us out of 
trouble. All in all, I think I escaped OK." We walked 
through the woods, heading back to the house.

"And Jenni?" Karen asked.

Guilty territory here. "Well, um, Jenni was just about 
the sex. I was desperate to find someone to lust after, 
so I was discarding all my standards and just going 
after any opportunity. She presented the opportunity, so 
I jumped at it."

Amy smacked me lightly on the head. "We would have taken 
care of that!" I pretended to drop her again. "Well, I 
didn't know."

"So the first night, we went to (Crappy Community 
Business College) and she gave me a survey for some 
college class she was taking. Then she flashed me a 
couple of times, and we came home, because Dad was 
coming to sign the papers."

Karen made a face. "Your dad creeps me out." Openly 
acknowledging that he wasn't her dad seemed unusual at 
first, but I could understand why she would want to 
distance herself.

"Even though I know he's not really our dad, saying it 
out loud makes it feel like we're not really a family." 
Amy said. "Could we just pretend he is?"

"Sorry," Karen said, and reached up to rub Amy's leg. 
"We'll always be family."

"Yeah, now." Amy squeezed me with her arms and legs. "So 
what about the night you came home early and got in the 
hot tub with us? What happened that time?"

"Well, she started off the evening by telling me that 
she was going to command me to do something, and I would 
have to do it, whatever it was. Like it was going to be 
something embarrassing or sexual. Or both."

"She was going to order you around?" Amy asked. "Kinky!" 
Karen rolled her eyes.

"But when we got to the mall, she got a call that Pops 
had burned his hand on the oven, and she had to go back 
and run the shop. She was SO mad, but when we go to the 
car, she made me pull over after a few minutes." I 
cleared my throat. "Then she made me jack off in her cup 
of mall coffee."

"She made you jack off in coffee? Eww!" Amy gagged. "Now 
hot chocolate, that would be totally sexy."

"And you DID it?" Karen asked, a bit shocked. I shrugged 
apologetically. "I was desperate. You wanted to know."

"I'm annoyed that she got to taste your cum before I 
did." Karen said.

"Well, I got it years ago, so the family team still 
takes first place." Amy said, trying to mollify her.

"Are you helping?" I asked Amy. Karen took a deep 
breath, and chuckled. "Well, I got the first kiss." Uh 
oh. It must have shown on my face, because she stopped 
dead. "Or *did* I? Did you kiss Jenni?" I shook my head 
firmly. "Not at all. Not even close."

"Good," Karen said.

"So who DID you kiss?" Amy asked, driving the 
hypothetical knife deeper into my hypothetical back. I 
did let go of her this time, but she grabbed onto me and 
scrabbled higher, not falling. "Hey! Come on!"

Karen was starting to look hurt. "So who was it? who 
else was there? or IS there?"

"That night I had to drive Lola home, she gave me a kiss 
for making sure she got in the door safely. It's ok." I 
said, stepping up to her. "Amy basically molested me. 
YOU made love to me. I think you deserve the credit. The 
coffee I did myself, it doesn't count."

"Hey, I didn't... ok, fine, I guess I did." Amy huffed, 
still clinging to my back. I reached back my hands to 
hold her, and leaned in to give Karen a kiss. After we 
parted, Amy breathed in my ear. "It's so hot when you 
guys kiss. If you keep it up, I'm going to leave a wet 
spot on your back."

We got up on the porch, and back inside. "I call a five 
minute break while we get dry clothes on, and then we'll 
have breakfast and keep talking," I said, letting Amy 
down to the floor. 

We all agreed, and off we went. I just threw on a blue 
t-shirt and some shorts. Back down in the kitchen, Karen 
was wearing a button-up blouse and capri's, Amy was 
wearing a tight pink polo shirt and a flouncy miniskirt.

Breakfast was good. We had cereal, because it was fast 
and easy. We continued the discussion over our empty 
bowls.

"Another thing," said Amy. "I want to be allowed to 
swear."

"Excuse me?" Karen said, a bit shocked.

"I don't mean just randomly, I mean in bedroom 
situations. It's so dorky to say something like 'Let's 
have sexual intercourse.' she said in a voice like 
Goofy. 

She climbed up and straddled my lap, facing me. "Instead 
I want to be allowed to say things like this." She 
grabbed a handful of my shirt and brought her face 
inches from mine. "Fuck me, big brother, fuck me really 
hard." She breathed, barely above a whisper.

"Wow." I gasped. Very effective. "I-I vote yes," I 
stammered. My dick throbbed.

"You would." Karen said wryly. She made a face. "Really, 
though? Do you NEED to swear?"

"You did it last night," Amy said. Karen looked 
surprised. "What?"

Amy grinned. "You don't remember? 'fuuuuck meeeeee'" She 
quietly mimicked Karen's orgasmic screaming last night. 
Karen shot a stunned look at me, and I nodded, blushing. 
"Um. I must have been really gone." Karen paused, then 
relaxed. "Ok. You can say the word fuck as long as you 
use it as a verb, and in a sincere way. Same rule for 
body parts. Ass, cock, dick, all those. I just better 
not catch you calling someone a f-ing a-hole or dickhead 
or something." 

"Excellent!" Amy beamed, still straddling me. She threw 
her arms around me and squeezed tightly. "This is so 
great!"

I grinned and hugged her back. "Why was swearing on your 
wish list?"

"Well, some of your movies have a girl in them called 
Jenna Haze, and she's totally my hero." Amy grinned. 
"She's really sexy, and she has a serious potty mouth 
when she's getting laid. It makes me hot just hearing 
her, so I want to do that too." Amy looked up at me, and 
batted her lashes. "I know that for sex, you need 
physical attraction, and I don't have big bouncy boobies 
or super curvy hips like SOME people," She smiled back 
at Karen, "so I'm going to have to work harder. I'm 
going to talk dirty, and wear little outfits, and try to 
surprise you." She looked very happy about all of this. 
I shook my head, but she ignored me.

"I'm going to have to get you conditioned to wanting my 
scrawny little body, at least until I fill out." Amy 
said. "Then it might get easier. But even then, I'm not 
going to stop."

"You don't have to-" I started to say, but Amy quickly 
covered my mouth with her hand. "I just said I WANT to. 
I want to FEEL sexy as much as look sexy. That's what 
makes it so much fun."

Karen spoke up. "You can't go commando in public, or 
when we have guests. Not like now." Karen pointed at 
Amy's butt.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Amy grinned devilishly up 
at me. "She's not wearing any underwear, and I can see 
her butt, because since she's straddling you, her skirt 
rode way up," Karen said, half amused, half annoyed.

"It's awesome being a girl," Amy gloated. "Most of our 
fashions allow for easy access."

"I just think we shouldn't be naked all the time." Karen 
said. "You know, preserve some of the mystery. If I have 
to look at your butt every day, it's going to get 
commonplace. If I only see you completely naked when 
something's going to happen, it'll be more thrilling and 
fun."

Amy squinted up at me. "What do you think? Can I be a 
nudist now?"

"I tend to agree with her," I said. "Some modesty will 
definitely add to the sexiness."

"Ok," Amy said. "But I'm going to leave you guessing on 
the panties thing. Sometimes I will, sometimes I won't. 
Think of it as a dare. I dare you to find out." She gave 
me a huge grin.

"But NOT in public, or when we have guests." Karen 
repeated. Amy sighed. "Fine."

I looked at Karen. "We've created a monster." I grinned. 
Karen smiled back, but rolled her eyes. Amy hopped 
(humped?) up and down on my lap. "I am SO happy." she 
stated. "You have no idea."

"Maybe I do," I said, reaching one arm around her, the 
other reaching out to take Karen's hand. "Maybe we both 
do."

"So is that enough rules?" Amy asked. "Because we need 
to go shopping."

"We do?" Karen asked. Amy nodded. "Ever since I learned 
how to do it, I've been fantasizing about how I wanted 
my first time to be. It's going to be a little altered, 
because you're so big, and we can't actually have SEX 
sex, but I'd still like to have the same situation. We 
start with a romantic, candlelit dinner." Amy said.

Karen looked surprised. I did too. "What?" Amy asked. 

"The first night WE made love, we had a candlelit dinner 
first, although I didn't realize what was coming 
afterwards." I said.

"You stole my fantasy!" Amy said over her shoulder to 
Karen. Karen shook her head. "I didn't know that. I just 
did what I thought was romantic."

"Besides," I said to Amy. "You want a romantic dinner, 
you got it. I would be honored to make your fantasies 
come true. Same goes for you." I said to Karen.

"Oh, I've got a couple," Karen said, happily. Amy 
beamed.

"So we need to go to the mall, because there is some 
stuff we need that we don't have." Amy said. "Ok?"

"Sure, what day is today anyway?" I asked.

"Sunday," Karen said.

"Well, nothing opens until ten or eleven, so by the time 
you go put underwear on," I said, poking Amy with my 
finger, "It'll be time to go."

"Sweet!" Amy crowed, and got herself unstraddled from my 
lap, holding her skirt down. "No peeking!"

As she hopped to her feet, she went around to Karen's 
chair. "I do have one thing I wanted to ask," she said, 
shyly.

"What's that?" Karen asked gently.

"Can I have a kiss? From you?" She looked up at Karen 
and batted her eyes. Karen blushed heavily. "Uh, sure, I 
guess."

Amy put one hand on her shoulder, and leaned in. She 
hesitated, her lips a few inches from Karen's, and Karen 
closed her eyes. They kissed. Gently, softly, and then 
again. Amy brought up her other hand to stroke Karen's 
cheek, and kissed her again, harder, their mouths 
opening, their breaths coming faster. I just sat rooted 
to the spot. It was the hottest, dirtiest thing I had 
ever seen. All I could hear was my heart pounding.

Amy pulled back, and Karen opened her eyes, looking at 
Amy with a somewhat surprised expression. "You taste 
good," Amy murmured.

"You taste like Cocoa Pebbles," Karen said, still 
blushing. Amy hugged her, and she hugged Amy back. Karen 
looked at me. "She's a really good kisser. I think you 
two might be evenly matched here. Whew! Is it hot in 
here?" She fanned herself with one hand.

Amy danced out of the kitchen, humming energetically.

"Today has definitely not gone how I would have 
guessed." I said, watching Karen stand.

"Ditto." Karen walked over and straddled my lap, as Amy 
had just done. "My turn!"

I squeezed her close, mashing her breasts against my 
chest. She kissed me on the chin. "I love you." She 
said. "But the Amy thing caught me by surprise."

"I couldn't say no to her," I said, and she nodded. "I 
know, it's just... we're going to have to be really 
careful. You know what they say about secrets."

"Remind me."

She laid her head on my shoulder and held me tight. "If 
three people know it, it's not a secret anymore."

"Are you guys ready?" Amy thundered into the kitchen and 
looked at us. "Nope."

Karen released me and stood, straightening her clothes. 
Amy lifted her skirt in the front to show us her 
panties. "See? Bluuue ones."

Karen laughed. "Very nice, now put them away." Amy 
dropped her skirt and shrugged expansively.

We all got our shoes, I got my keys, and the girls got 
their purses, and off we went to the mall. Our local 
mall has been slowly fading for several years now. Right 
around the time that the economy went bad, they decided 
the best idea was to tear up all the paving and redesign 
all the stoplights that let cars into and out of their 
parking lot. 

So besides the thing being almost empty, the 
construction was so bad that it was a major pain just to 
get in. Most people just got out of the habit of going, 
and never went back. The mall management decided to 
combat this drop in foot traffic by raising everyone's 
rents, so the prices went up too.

I wasn't sure what Amy needed, but she and Karen huddled 
up as soon as we got there and soon they had apparently 
hatched a plan. "Ok, we'll take the card." Karen said, 
and I handed it over. "Meet you at GamePlace? About an 
hour?" She asked.

"Ok, don't go nuts." I said, and watched them disappear 
with the bank card. I wandered towards GamePlace, 
looking in at the Science Educational Store, and the 
Comic Booke Shoppe. Halfway there, I saw the janitor 
that had spoken to me last time. "Hey, maybe you don't 
remember me, but I was here with a girl last time, and 
you said you had seen her online? What was the website?" 
I asked.

He looked at me. "I thought you didn't care. You were 
quite brusque during our last encounter."

"I didn't think a janitor would throw around words like 
'brusque,'" I said, without thinking.

"Communications degree." He shrugged. "Not worth much."

"Sorry," I said, and he nodded. "www.justjenni.com,"; he 
said. (Don't bother. It's down now. -W.)

"Thanks," I said, walking away. "I broke up with her. 
She's got herpes."

"Thanks for the warning," He said sarcastically, and 
went back to his mop.

I finally got to GamePlace, and spent a while playing 
the in-store demos. The last game system we got was a 
Playstation 2, so I'm thinking we need to upgrade. Xbox 
360, PS3, the Wii, I felt hopelessly out of date.

That feeling aside, Lego Rock Band seems like a useless 
mish-mash of two things that were probably fine by 
themselves. But I digress.

I blew stuff up, rocked out, punched cartoon people on 
the Wii, and basically amused myself for about an hour, 
until Karen and Amy came strutting in, looking very 
pleased with themselves. "Hi!" Amy grinned. Karen was 
also smiling. 

They were carrying bags from at least three different 
stores, but the ones turned towards me had the name of 
an ailing fashion/home decor/cosmetics department store. 
(I could probably just go ahead and say Boscov's, right? 
They'll probably be completely out of business by the 
time I get done writing this.)

"You guys look happy," I said, smiling at them. Amy had 
an evil sparkle in her eye, and Karen likewise looked 
crafty. "That's because we are!" Amy said. "And you will 
be too!"

"She's had lots of time to come up with some VERY good 
ideas," Karen said breathlessly. "I'm all excited just 
hearing about some of them."

"Although the salesgirl at Vanessa's Chambre looked 
really surprised when I asked-" Amy started to say, but 
I waved my hand frantically for her to stop, because the 
moment she said Vanessa's Chambre, the be-pimpled 
salesman behind the counter fumbled a stack of game 
cases. I think perhaps he heard us. "Let's walk," I 
suggested, and led them out into the mall.

"So what salesgirl did what?" I asked, as we strolled 
past the little train that kids ride in the food court.

"I'm thinking she should keep that story a secret until 
you've seen the garment in question." Karen said before 
Amy could respond.

Amy thought about it, her mouth still open to answer, 
but then agreed. "Good call, jie-jie." She said, 
slipping into Chinese. She happily stuck her tongue out 
at me. "YOU'LL just have to wait to see it!" she 
cackled. Both she and Karen looked excited and happy.

"Before we leave, I have a special request." Amy said. 
"This is purely selfish on my part, but I've always been 
curious. Just so you know, I'm prepared to beg, if 
necessary."

I shrugged. "What? I need to know what it is, first. How 
bad is it?"

"Well," Amy began, but Karen interrupted her. "LOLA!" I 
turned to see Lola coming in through the food court 
entrance, looking a little lost. She brightened 
considerably when she saw us. "Heyyyyy!" Karen and Amy 
both ran over for hugs, and I followed. I also snuck in 
a hug when she was done with them. While I hugged Lola, 
Amy motioned for Karen to put the lingerie store bags 
inside the department store bags.

"I ran out of pages in my DayPlanner, and I was hoping 
the bookstore here might have some. You guys don't have 
an OfficePlace or a PaperClipz store around here, do 
you?" She asked, and I shook my head.

"I've never been to the mall here yet so I'm not sure 
where to go." She looked towards the big mall map YOU 
ARE HERE thing, but Amy piped up. "Lemme go ditch our 
bags and we'll come with you, ok? We've got nowhere else 
to be. Wanna hang out with us?"

Lola smiled gratefully. "That does sound pretty nice. 
Are you sure it's not a problem?"

"We're sure." Karen said, and handed me her bags. "Let's 
have a seat by the fountain and wait for them." She took 
Lola's hand, and the two of them strolled off towards 
the fountain. Lola waved over her shoulder. I grinned.

"That was cool. I'm glad we saw her." Amy said, and we 
went out to the car and put our bags in the back seat. 
As she shut the door, I asked "So what was it you wanted 
to ask me? The selfish thing?"

"Umm, I wanted to ask YOU to try on some clothes. 
Specifically, a suit." She looked at me sidelong.

Uh oh. "You mean a gorilla suit or a space suit, right?" 
I asked, kinda dreading the answer.

"No, I mean a dark two or three piece suit with a tie. 
That's what I mean. Like we were going somewhere too 
important for plaid work shirts or black jeans. A suit 
and tie. Pleeeease? It's like lingerie for girls. A guy 
in a suit is just automatically sexier. Plus you're 
going to need one for when Mrs. Klemp passes away. 
You're not going to her funeral in shorts and a t-shirt. 
You need a suit." She said. By this time, we were back 
at the mall entrance.

"Ok," I said. I don't really care for suits. I last 
remember wearing one when I was like 8 or 9. "I'll try 
one on." I told her, resignedly. She clapped her hands 
and jumped up and down. "Yes! I can't wait. Wait 'til 
Karen finds out!"

We found Karen and Lola sitting by the fountain, sitting 
very close together, talking happily. Lola looked better 
already. When we got there, Amy hugged her again, and 
she sighed. "I missed you guys." 

"It was only one night," Amy said. "I know, but I still 
missed you." Lola said, not letting go of her. Amy 
squeezed her tighter. "Let's get your stuff, and then 
we're going suit shopping for Will."

Karen and Lola's jaws dropped a little. "Wait, how many 
people will be staring at me in a suit" I asked, 
starting to feel a bit self-conscious.

"*I* am," Karen said firmly. "I am," Amy said, raising 
her hand like a schoolgirl.

"I am if they are," Lola smiled.

"Go help her find her planner stuff and then meet us at 
J.C.Nickel, we're going to pick some stuff out. You'll 
get there in time for the show." Amy said to Karen, and 
Lola rose to her feet. Karen grabbed her hand and took 
her off towards the bookstore, giving me a happy look. 
Amy grabbed my hand and hauled me off towards the 
clothing store.

"Hurry!" She said, practically dragging me. I groaned, 
but I followed her.

When we got to the store, we went to the men's 
department, and found where the suit coats and stuff 
were. There was an elderly man, about 70, I'd guess, 
with a suit on and a measuring tape over his shoulder. 
"May I assist you?" He asked politely, in a posh British 
accent.

"We're looking for a suit." Amy announced happily. The 
old man nodded, and started taking my measurements. In 
no time at all, he had brought over several 
possibilities, hanging them on a little rack on wheels.

"Most of these are suitable for job interviews, 
weddings, and the like. Was there anything specific you 
had in mind?" The gentleman asked. Amy shuffled through 
the suits on the rack and gave me a thumb's up. "No, 
this looks good." I said. "We'll need a couple of shirts 
and ties, as well." 

The old man nodded, and soon had two or three of each of 
those as well. The ties he'd picked out looked pretty 
cool, too. I'm not one for ties, but these looked 
colorful but not gay, and definitely not the boring old 
stripes kind.

"Go ahead and get in one," Amy said. "Karen and Lola 
should be here before too long." We headed over to the 
changing rooms. They had a little half-circle of chairs 
in front of three big mirrors, and Amy sat in one. 
"We'll be here. Shoo!" I took my wheeled rack down the 
narrow hallway, to find several changing rooms, with a 
desk in the middle. A 60-ish woman was re-folding and 
hanging all kinds of clothes from a pile. "You'll be in 
#5," She told me, and so in I went.

I did fine until I got to the tie. I had no idea how to 
tie one. I poked my head out of the changing room door 
and spoke to the lady. "Excuse me, but I need a little 
help." And I held up the tie. She smiled.

I stepped back into the changing booth as she walked 
over. "Well, I can help, but you have to lay down." She 
said.

"What?" I said. I wasn't that much taller than her.

"I only learned how to tie it if you're laying down." 
She said. I hung the suit coat on the hook and stretched 
out apprehensively on the bench in the changing booth. 
She leaned over me and with several deft movements, had 
the tie knotted around my collar. "There you go." She 
said, and walked away.

"Why did I have to lie down?" I asked, getting up. "Why 
did you only learn it that way?"

"I used to work in a funeral home." she said.

I peeked my head out of the hallway to see Amy sitting 
in one of the half-circle chairs, picking at her nails. 
I walked up next to her and changed my voice. "Can I 
help you, miss?"

Without looking up, she shook her head. "No, I'm just 
waiting for my-" And then she looked up. "WILL!" She got 
a huge, dopey smile. "Look at you!" She practically 
squealed. She grabbed at me with both hands, but then 
pulled them quickly back. "Oh my god! Mirrors! Turn 
around!"

I walked over to the mirrors (barefoot) and got a good 
look at myself. I'm not Daniel Craig, but I don't look 
too bad in a suit. I turned this way and that, while Amy 
squirmed in her seat and clutched her knees together so 
hard her fingers turned white. She was grinning like her 
face would split.

"What do YOU think?" I asked, turning back to her. She 
hopped up and down in her seat giddily. "I love it I 
love it I love it!" She gushed.

Off amongst the racks, I caught sight of Lola and Karen 
making their way towards us. I waited there to catch eye 
contact with one of them, when I felt Amy reach up and 
tentatively stroke the bottom end of my tie. "So hot!" 
She whimpered happily.

"Cool it!" I muttered. "We're in public." A whimper/sigh 
was all I got in response.

Lola looked up and laid eyes on me first, and stopped so 
suddenly that Karen kinda bonked into her from behind. 
"Showtime." I said softly, and Amy spun around and 
hopped up onto her knees. "Come on!" She yelled, and 
Lola sheepishly started walking again, while Karen 
giggled behind her.

They got up to us right about the time the salesman 
reappeared. "Doing well thus far?" He asked politely. 
Amy nodded, and Karen and Lola smiled.

"I do have a request." I said, and raised the end of the 
tie. "Could you show me how to tie one of these?"

"You seem to have done well enough on that one, sir." He 
said.

"No, the lady running the changing rooms tied it, but I 
had to lie down on the bench. I'd prefer to do it myself 
while standing." I said.

"Lie down on the bench?" He seemed shocked. "That seems 
an unusual stipulation."

"She only knew how to tie it if the wearer was lying 
down. She said she used to work in a funeral home."

The salesman blanched. "Good heavens. How morbid." He 
stood even straighter. "Well, let's see if we can't get 
you sorted out."

He walked over to the big mirrors and motioned for me to 
join him. Standing side by side, we untied our ties, 
letting the one big end hang way the hell down. "I 
assume the classic Windsor Knot will be sufficient? 
Unless you have another preference?"

I shrugged. "Whatever the usual one is, is fine with 
me."

"Right-o." He said, and began tying his tie slowly, 
explaining each step as he went. There were a few false 
attempts on my part, but soon I was able to do it twice 
in a row, meeting with his approval. "I learned from my 
father when I was but a young sprout of a lad. It's the 
kind of thing one doesn't forget. How do you put it? 
It's like falling off a log."

"I think you mean it's like riding a bike." I said, 
finishing my knot and adjusting it carefully. He smiled 
and tapped the side of his nose. "Just so."

Turning to Lola and the girls, he gave a little bow. 
"Now with such a lovely audience, I am proud to say that 
for you, ties shall no longer remain a mystery." He 
applauded me politely, and my ladies happily followed 
suit.

"There are certain things that every gentleman should 
know, certain skills he should possess, and this is 
certainly one of them." He said. I felt like I had done 
something brave or momentous. "Thanks," I said. He waved 
it off.

"Do alert me if I can be of any further assistance," He 
bowed, and took his leave. (Now I'M talking fancy. 
sheesh. -W.)

"That guy was great." Karen laughed. "I want to take him 
home and put him on the mantel."

"I know, and the accent? It was almost TOO adorable." 
Lola chuckled.

"More suits!" Amy demanded. I laughed and went to 
change.

I tried on a total of three more, each time to wide-eyed 
delight and hungry looks. We (pffft, *WE* nuthin') 
settled on a dark navy suit with a baby blue shirt, and 
a pinstripe charcoal three-piece with a white shirt. I 
got two of each shirt, and several cool ties. Our total 
bill was almost $3,000, which made me a little light-
headed, but they convinced me that it was worth it. Not 
like we're broke, but I'd never spent anywhere near that 
much at once, ever.

All three ladies were super happy as we left. I just 
kinda felt vaguely queasy. $3,000. Good gravy.

"Well, I'm off to go scout some animal shelters. Make 
sure it's not just some lady in a big house by herself 
taking in cats." Lola announced.

"Isn't that what you've got now?" Amy joked. Lola made a 
face. "No, it was a lady in a SMALL house taking in 
cats. Totally different."

We hugged our goodbyes. Lola squeezed me tightly. 
"Thanks for inviting me to the fashion show." She said 
to me. I grinned.

"When are you coming over next?" Amy asked. Lola shook 
her head. "I don't know. I have to meet with some people 
about legal stuff. Mom's car, her house. I told her so 
many times, but I don't think she had a will, so this is 
going to be messy." Karen hugged her again. "Well, make 
some time off, and let us know, ok? We miss you."

"I promise I will." Lola said, and smiled. "Bye guys." 
and she walked off into the parking lot.

"Alright. Time to go home!" Amy cheered, and Karen 
grinned at me. "Wait till you see what we've got. You're 
gonna love it!"

"I can't wait." I said, and put my arm around her. My 
other arm was holding the suits slung over my shoulder, 
but Amy put her arm around my waist on that side, and we 
walked to the car like a six-legged horse. "If this is 
Amy's big dinner, what are you going to do?"

Karen smiled devilishly. "Oh, I get to help. It's not 
all her. There's plenty of room for me too."

"I kinda lusted about BOTH of you, just not together." 
Amy said. "I never even *dreamed* I'd get a chance, but 
all my fantasies are adaptable. I'm so happy!" She 
jumped up and down, still clamped onto me, so I jostled 
Karen, and we almost fell. As Karen laughed, I cautioned 
her. "Careful! If you break our necks in this parking 
lot, we'll never get to dinner."

We piled into the car, Karen in the passenger seat as 
usual, Amy in the back, digging through bags and making 
happy sounds. I got us home somehow. The reality of our 
situation was starting to sink in again. Underage incest 
threesome! The underage part didn't bother me so much at 
this point, after Karen's performance, and Amy's 
meticulous planning. Obviously, they wanted it as much 
as I did, if not more. 

The incest part was still kind of a shock, but Karen is 
right, we're surely only half-related, and besides, 
we've always had a very close relationship anyway. But 
the threesome part, yow wow. Did I have what it takes 
for two girls at once? Can I concentrate on doing 
someone if someone else is doing me? I promised myself 
I'd do my best!

When we got home, it was still only about 3pm, so we 
carried everything in the house. I took the suits to my 
room, and the girls took all the other bags to Karen's 
room, where they shut the door. I could hear lots of 
whispering and giggling. After a few minutes, Amy came 
through her room and politely knocked on the open door 
of mine.

"Dinner will be served at 6, formal dress is required. 
Wear the blue one, because it has less buttons." She 
said. "And please shave. You're a little bristly."

"Less buttons?" I asked. She nodded. "The charcoal suit 
has a vest and all, and it takes too long to remove. So, 
wear the blue one. Karen and I will be getting ready, so 
after about 5 o'clock, could you stay in your room? We 
want everything to be perfect when you finally see it."

"Ok. I'll just read a book in here, then." I said.

"From about 4 to 5, Karen and I are going to be in the 
bathroom, so you can't go in there either." Amy 
announced.

"BOTH of you? Why together?" I asked, surprised.

"Girl stuff. We're going to get Pretty." Amy said, 
blushing. I grabbed her up in my arms and spun her 
around. "You're both already super pretty. Beautiful, in 
fact."

Amy clutched me as I spun her. "You know what I mean. I 
only get one chance to have a first time. I want it to 
be perfect for you. And for me." I pretended to let go 
of her in mid-spin, and she squealed. I slowed, and set 
her on her feet, but did not let go of her.

"I love you just the way you are." I said. "You don't 
have to get all artificial."

"I know." She glowed. "We're not going to paint 
ourselves up or anything, but we're going to look extra 
special."

"Just don't overdo it." I said. She rolled her eyes at 
me. "Will you relax? We're perfectly capable of looking 
nice, without getting lost in Lady Gaga territory."

"Who?" I asked. She waved her hand as if to say never 
mind. "So go shave, and we'll come get you at six."

I agreed, and she left. I took a quick shower, washing 
all the important parts, and began shaving. A knock on 
the door from Karen's room, and Amy stuck her head in. 
"Hey, hot stuff! White or black?"

"White or black what?" I asked, trying to get the tricky 
part on my upper lip.

"Just pick one!" She said, grinning. "White." I said.

"Ok, now for Karen, white or black?" Well, I said white 
last time, so... "Black," I said.

"Cool, thanks!" Amy shut the door. She was back a second 
later. "We're changing our plans. We're going to be 
working downstairs from 4 to 5, and in the bathroom from 
5 till dinner. Take your time." And she vanished again.

Makes sense, I thought. Probably easier to cook and THEN 
get pretty than to get dressed up and then cook. I 
looked at myself in the mirror. What am I in for?

I brushed at my hair, although usually it is too short 
to really lay down, and went into my room and stretched 
out on the bed to read a book. I heard the girls go 
downstairs, and there was activity in the kitchen for a 
while. I continued laying there, although I was more 
listening than reading. ( I couldn't even tell you for 
sure what book I was holding.)

After a while, Amy trotted into the bathroom, and made a 
detour into my room. "Hi!" She said brightly, and 
climbed up on my bed, to sit cross-legged next to me.

"Hi," I said. "I thought you were going to be busy."

"Most of the cooking is a one-woman job, and I think we 
all know Karen is the best woman for it." She said. "No 
offense."

"None taken," I said. I'm perfectly at peace with the 
fact that I can't cook. It is not a skill I possess.

Amy reached out and took the book from my grasp, closed 
it, and laid it neatly on the bed. "So since all I was 
doing was getting in her way," She rolled her eyes. "I 
decided that making you a prisoner in your room while we 
get ready wasn't very much fun either." She took my hand 
and started playing with my fingers, stroking her 
fingers up and down my palm, massaging my knuckles and 
rubbing my wrist.

When I had gotten out of the shower, I had just put on 
some sweat shorts and a t-shirt. I had planned to spend 
my time lying down reading, and I hadn't wanted to 
wrinkle my suit, so I just dressed like crap. Amy 
scooched so close her toes were actually touching my 
side, and continued massaging my hand.

"Annnnnd, I wanted to thank you," she said, 
concentrating on my hand.

"What for?" I asked, putting my other hand behind my 
head.

"All kinds of stuff, really. Being cool. Being here. For 
not selling me to the circus when I was little." 

I laughed. "You weren't that bad. In fact, you were 
really good most of the time. I've always loved you and 
Karen, no matter what."

"I know," She said, shooting a glance at me. "But I've 
crossed the line a lot. Spying on you. Jacking you off 
when you were asleep and then letting you feel guilty by 
not owning up to it. When I ran out to the gazebo, I 
wasn't going to admit to anything, but I got so mad I 
just let it all out. It could have gone so wrong. 

"I've been so terrified for so long that if you ever 
found out how I wanted you, you'd punish me or leave or 
something." She sighed. "But you just took me in your 
arms and told me that it was ok. That you loved me too, 
even if you hadn't meant sexually, but that you'd give 
me a chance, since that's what I wanted so badly." She 
looked like she was going to start getting teary.

I spoke up. "Well, it's not like those thoughts were 
totally foreign to me. You were starting to get through 
to me, with the blueberry bodywash, and the time you 
licked your lips right in front of me. I was getting 
turned on by you. I just felt totally guilty about it."

"Really?" She brightened. "It was working? Alright! So 
you DO think I'm sexy?"

"Yes, in a very dirty, illegal, totally sexy way." I 
said, and she hopped up and down in delight, jostling me 
on the bed.

"I was worried I was going to have to really work hard 
to convince you," Amy said, "but you already LIKE-like 
me?" She put her hand on my stomach, and slowly slid it 
downwards. My cock jumped about an inch, and a slowly 
rising bulge became visible in my shorts. Amy turned and 
looked at me, her mouth open in delight. She quickly 
threw herself down on the bed next to me and hugged me 
close. I got my arms around her and held her.

"This is SO great!" She gushed excitedly. "I can't even 
TELL you how happy I am!"

Karen walked into the bathroom, and saw Amy on my bed. 
"Hey, no fair!"

"I didn't do anything... yet," Amy said, happily.

Karen walked into my room and sat on the other side of 
me. "Oh yeah? Mr. Stiffy here seems to disagree." She 
stroked her hand up my thigh and then right over my 
boner bulge. It felt great.

"We were just talking!" I gasped. 

Karen's look softened and she stroked my bulge again. 
Another gasp from me.

"Well, I'm sorry to tease you, but I'm downstairs 
cooking a big dinner so Amy can have us for dessert, and 
I find her upstairs trying to open her presents early." 
She pointed a finger at Amy, who was already 
apologizing.

"I just wanted to talk to him, the erection was an 
accident, but still my fault." Amy said sincerely, and 
Karen put her finger down. I sat up. "It's ok." I said. 
"If nobody is sexy around me, it'll go away in a 
minute."

"We'd better leave then, and start getting ready." Karen 
said, and stood. Amy leaned in, kissed me quickly on the 
cheek, and scampered to her room. Karen shot me a wink 
and a smile, and then walked to the bathroom, shutting 
the door behind her. I stood and did some stretching, 
and soon my cock had settled back down. Mr. Stiffy? 
Really? That's not what we're going to call it.

I dressed carefully, getting the tie right on my second 
try, and made sure everything was perfectly in place. I 
dusted off my "good" shoes, even though they didn't go 
with the suit (brown loafers) and put them on. Then, 
since I still had about ten minutes to kill, I just 
stood around so the suit wouldn't get wrinkled. Sigh.

At last, the moment had arrived. Amy knocked on our 
shared door and yelled. "Give us about three minutes, 
and then go straight to the dining room through the 
school room and sit at the end of the table."

I did as I was told, exiting my room, going down the 
stairs and into the living room, then the school room 
(which I think used to be called a parlor), and finally 
entering the dining room. All the lights in the house 
had been out, but the warm glow of candles came from the 
dining room before I even got there.

All the chairs save three had been removed, so there was 
one chair at the end of the table, and one on either 
side, both close to the end chair. A white tablecloth 
had been put on the table, although all the candles, 
place settings, and salt and pepper were on our end of 
the table. The far side was completely, conspicuously 
bare.

I took my seat, just as the sliding doors to the kitchen 
parted, and Amy came through, followed by Karen. I rose 
respectfully and bowed, because it seemed like the right 
moment.

They were both wearing dresses, which was unusual all by 
itself, but they were also wearing aprons. Not the 
barbecue ones that said "May I Cut The Cheese?" and 
stuff, but big white, frilly aprons with full fronts and 
even poofs on the shoulders, like something out of Gone 
With The Wind. They both paused (and posed) in the 
doorway, smiling.

"Welcome, sir, please be seated, and we will be 
delighted to serve you," Amy said. She was carrying a 
pitcher with ice water in it, and Karen was carrying a 
basket of bread.

I sat, grinning, while Amy poured ice water for 
everyone. Karen placed the bread gently in front of my 
place setting, and stroked my shoulder hungrily. She 
then turned and disappeared into the kitchen, returning 
with salads. Amy took the pitcher back to the kitchen 
and returned with butter. She and Karen took their seats 
on either side of me, and we began dinner.

"I love your suit." Karen smiled. "Amy was right on when 
she suggested that one."

I looked down at myself. "Is it really that special?"

"Oh, yeah," Amy grinned, "It REALLY is."

We enjoyed our salads with a little small talk. When we 
were done with our salads and bread, Amy and Karen 
scooped up our plates and carried them back to the 
kitchen, shutting the sliding doors behind them. 

There was some activity in the kitchen, and then the 
doors opened. As they stalked back into the room, I 
immediately noticed that something was different. As 
they got closer, I realized what it was. They were still 
wearing the aprons, but they had removed their dresses. 
They each carried a plate of pasta, which looked like 
Fettucini Alfredo with broccoli in it.

Amy was wearing white high heels, white thigh-highs, and 
when she turned around to walk back to the kitchen, I 
could see she was wearing a shimmery babydoll gowny 
thing that didn't quite cover her butt. She made sure to 
put a little extra wiggle in her walk as she strutted 
back to the kitchen.

Karen was wearing black thigh-high stockings with a 
garter belt, underneath which she was wearing a sheer 
black bodysuit that had no sleeves, and ended in a lace-
topped turtleneck. It made her look SO tall and 
gorgeous. They actually took turns walking back to the 
kitchen, so I wouldn't miss anything. I just sat there 
in awe. My heart was absolutely hammering in my chest, 
and my mouth was parched in excitement.

When they came back in, they both grinned at me, and sat 
demurely, carefully adjusting their aprons, and went 
right back to eating. I couldn't concentrate on the food 
at all. Seated, the aprons were large enough to keep 
them covered, but the black lace around Karen's neck, 
and the way Amy's apron covered ALL of her clothing made 
them both look especially alluring. I toyed with my 
noodles half-heartedly, all thoughts of dinner burned 
from my brain in the flood of excitement, both physical 
and mental.

"Will, you need to eat," Karen laughed gently. I blinked 
at my plate, annoyed it was still there.

"Yeah, you need to keep up your strength." Amy said. 
"You'll need your energy." She slurped some noodles and 
licked a dot of sauce off of her knuckles. I stared for 
a second, and then smiled. "I know you're doing this on 
purpose." I said.

"We even picked Alfredo sauce intentionally," Karen 
admitted, blushing. "Do you like it?"

I wasn't sure what she meant, but it tasted great.. 
"Absolutely." Both girls grinned happily.

"Well, eat up. You won't have to suffer much longer," 
Amy said. "Oh, wait, Karen, you have some sauce on your 
chin."

Karen tossed her hair to one side, and tilted her head 
back. "Where?" There were three little drips of sauce on 
her chin, right below the left corner of her ruby-red 
lips. She leaned a bit forward.

"You..." I started to motion, but Amy jumped up with a 
napkin in her hand. "I'll get it!" She chirped, and 
darted over to Karen's side of the table.

When she got there, she held out the napkin, but then 
slipped in and s-l-o-w-l-y licked the sauce off of 
Karen's chin! "Oh my god!" I groaned, dropping my fork 
with a clatter, while Amy said "MMmmmm!" Karen gave me 
an evil smile while Amy laughed.

"Want me to do it again?" Amy asked. I shook my head. "I 
may not survive it." I gasped. My dick was so hard it 
literally hurt, and it wasn't even wedged up against 
anything. It had shot down my right pant leg as soon as 
they had come back without their dresses, but Amy 
licking cream sauce off of Karen's chin had made it 
swell so much it ached. "Oh my god," I repeated.

"I think he likes it." Amy smiled. I wanted to close my 
eyes and put my head on the table, before I realized 
that I didn't have to be ashamed. It was OK to want them 
both.

"No fair," I sighed, trying to pick up my fork again.

"Ok, we won't do anything else." Karen soothed. "But 
we're not really teasing you."

"Yes, you are!" I said, raising my eyebrows. Amy shook 
her head. "It would be teasing if we had no intention of 
following through. And believe me, we do have EVERY 
intention of doing you."

"Well, until I get to play too, it's teasing." I said, 
not really upset. Karen winked at me. "Finish your 
dinner." was all she said.

I ate most of it. Karen carefully twirled her noodles on 
her fork and ate them daintily. Amy kept picking out 
broccoli florets and eating them with her fingers, 
sucking the sauce off of her fingers with the occasional 
slurp. I stopped about when I realized I was almost 
full. It wouldn't do to be all full and sleepy when 
dessert rolled around.

The girls had been watching me closely, I guess, because 
they put down their silverware when I did, and whisked 
the dishes away. I watched them both as they walked to 
the kitchen, peeks of Amy's buttocks appearing beneath 
the short short gown she wore, and admiring the lush 
shape of Karen's figure as she stalked away. 

Right before she left the room, Amy whirled and grabbed 
the tablecloth. Slowly, she pulled on it, so the candles 
moved from the center of the table to about two thirds. 
The hem of the table cloth was just below my edge of the 
table when she stopped. Shooting me a wink, she strutted 
out of the room, and shut the sliding doors with a snap.

A few minutes passed, and I heard bustling in the 
kitchen. At one point, there was a brief clatter, and a 
laugh from Amy, but soon, the sliding doors once again 
drew open.

"I need to turn on the light, get ready," Amy said. "And 
scoot your chair back about another foot from the 
table." I quickly did as directed. The lights came on, 
and my two ladies stood in the doorway of the kitchen. 
Amy had her hands on her hips, feet apart, one hip 
cocked, and Karen stood ramrod straight, carrying a 
large silver platter on one shoulder, with a huge silver 
dome cover over it, like the kind you'd use to cover a 
roast turkey. Karen walking first, and Amy following her 
carefully, they marched to my left, and Karen gently 
placed the entire platter, cover and all, on my 
placemat.

"Are you ready?" She asked, and I nodded. "Dessert is 
served!" She removed the cover with a flourish, and I 
saw what was on the platter. Nothing. The platter was 
polished to a mirror shine, but empty. I looked up in 
surprise. "What's dessert?" I asked.

"First," Amy said, and as Karen stepped aside, she 
whipped off her apron with a flourish. She was only 
wearing her white thigh-high stockings, and she had tied 
a huge red velvet ribbon around her neck in a big bow, 
slightly to the left. The trailing ends of the bow knot 
framed her left nipple. I was stunned. Her little pubic 
mound was completely bare, and she stood proudly for a 
moment, turning a little left and right, watching me 
intently.

"Oh my," I said, and she lit up with a huge smile. "You 
like?" She asked, sincerely.

"You're beautiful." I said, and she reached out to take 
my hand. She stepped up closer to me, put one foot right 
in between my legs, nestled her toes underneath me, and 
used the seat of my chair to step up and actually SIT on 
the silver platter, right in front of me. She pressed 
her knees together and blushed.

"I must have imagined this moment in my head a million 
times, but it's not making me any braver." Amy 
stammered.

"We can stop," I said gently. Karen nodded. "You don't 
have to do anything you don't want to."

"But I DO want to, very much, I just... I'm just full of 
butterflies." Amy said. "I just need to grit my teeth 
and go for it." She took a deep breath, and squeezed my 
hand.

"I'm giving myself to you, like a present," She flipped 
her bow with her free hand. "But I want to show you 
everything first. Then, I want you to lick my pussy. I 
don't know if you've ever done that yet, but it's been 
my biggest fantasy ever." She blushed.

"Really?" I asked, a little surprised. She nodded 
emphatically.

"I've wanted you to lick my little pussy almost as long 
as I've wanted to suck your cock." She was blushing, 
still nervous, but still powering through it. She took a 
deep breath, and slowly spread her legs.

The surface of the silver platter was so highly polished 
it was like a mirror. I was seeing two tiny pussies at 
once, one on top of the other. And now that I mention 
it, Amy's pussy seemed small at first glance. Like, 
smaller than you would expect from a person her height. 
And it was completely hairless.

"Ooooh, how do you get it so smooth?" Karen asked, 
leaning over my shoulder a little. She had shed her 
apron while Amy was talking, and I could feel her 
breasts pressed firmly against my back.

"I pluck," Amy stated simply. She waved her hand at me. 
"I love the clean look, but I know when Will shaves he 
gets stubble, and I couldn't imagine getting stubble 
burn somewhere so... tender."

"I have to admit, I'd never thought of plucking down 
there." Karen said, "But then again, some people wax, so 
I guess it's not that far out." She paused. "I don't 
think I could do that, though."

"Well, I started when they first started showing up." 
Amy said. "I mean I was so glad when they actually DID, 
but I don't want a briar patch down there, I want a 
smooth, silky, little pussycat. Besides, your landing 
strip looks totally hot. You look like a super-sexy 
woman!"

"Can I take this coat off?" I asked. The girls were 
talking shop, and I was getting hot under the collar. 
Amy wagged her finger at me. "At least wait until after 
Show and Tell. You really look sexy with it on. I mean 
even sexier than usual, which is a lot."

The sexy mood had returned. "Now where was I? Oh yeah! 
Right here!" She pulled her left foot up onto the table 
and reached around underneath her leg to hold her pussy 
open. "See? All goooood."

It was amazing. Her little pink pussy was stretched open 
about an inch or two, and I could see her little clit, 
and even the tight little rosebud of her anus, as she 
raised her other foot up and reached around to hold 
herself open. I could see a thin membrane of skin that 
mostly covered her actual vaginal opening, about half an 
inch in. Her hymen. 

I shivered with excitement. A drop of moisture dribbled 
down from behind her hymen, and ran over her anus, 
finally spilling onto the silver platter. "Oooh!" She 
jumped, and then laughed. "I'm all excited just doing 
this. See my clit?" She tickled it with a fingertip, and 
moaned. I could see her pussy clench momentarily.

"It's very sensitive, so don't touch it with anything 
dry. Wet your fingers and it'll love you forever. Just 
like me." She smiled breathlessly. "My pussy is yours 
for the taking, of course."

"Well, it's even smaller than I thought." Karen said. 
Amy frowned, but I reassured her. "That's not a bad 
thing, but it means that you're definitely going to have 
to grow some before making love to me, otherwise I might 
hurt you badly." I said, and Amy pouted.

"Your... pussy is really cute, but his dick is really, 
really big. We're talking major size difference here. He 
could really tear you up. He ALMOST tore me up." Karen 
said soothingly.

"I'd never want to hurt a pussy this gorgeous." I said 
firmly, at which point Amy seemed to cheer up. "We'll 
just have to think of other ways to make love until I 
grow some." Amy said matter-of-factly.

"Speaking of which," I said, and stood, removing my 
coat, which Karen took in the manner of a hostess. I 
loosened my tie, lifted it over my head, and put it 
around Karen's neck. She grinned, and pointed to Amy. 
Amy reached for me gleefully with both hands, and 
quickly unbuttoned my shirt and my pants. While I 
removed my shirt, she tugged at my pants and my 
undershorts. As I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, 
she freed my erection from its cloth prison.

"Oh, so good!" She cooed, rubbing it gently, and 
squeezing it. I couldn't really move while she was 
hanging on to it, so I wobbled for balance. I settled 
for trying to shimmy off my pants and underwear, but 
Karen was there in a flash. She knelt to untie my shoes, 
and helped me slip them off, at which point she finished 
taking down my pants and folded them neatly.

Amy, meanwhile, was a determined wang hanger, never 
letting go. Her eyes were wide and happy as she stroked 
my cock, gently pulling it hand-over-hand. It was about 
as big as it has ever been, and she couldn't take her 
eyes off of it. "You know, I've seen it a couple hundred 
times, but each time is like the first time. Or, more 
like the second or third time, when I knew what it was 
for." She said, as if to herself.

I gently (and reluctantly) disentangled myself from her 
grasp and sat, scooching my chair closer to the table. 
Amy still had her feet up on the table, still had her 
legs spread, and was still dripping with excitement onto 
the silver platter. "Hi." She stammered, suddenly 
nervous.

"Hi." I said, leaning in for a kiss, before putting my 
hands on her little breasts (and there was something 
there) and running both thumbs over her hard little 
nipples. She almost squealed into my mouth. As I drew 
back from the kiss, she gasped. I did it again, and she 
moaned. "Lay back," I whispered, and she threw an arm 
back and started lowering herself onto the table.

As she arranged herself on the table, making sure she 
wasn't laying on her hair, I turned to Karen and stole a 
quick kiss. "You next?" I asked. She grinned, but shook 
her head. "I think you're next," she said. "Amy has this 
whole evening choreographed." Karen started stroking my 
shoulders, and rubbing against me.

Amy meanwhile was fully reclined, looking at me, happy 
but anxious, I could tell. "I-I don't know if you'll 
like the way I taste," She stammered, "but I tried to 
wash really well. I usually taste myself when I'm 
touching myself, but I hope you like it. If you don't, 
we can..."

"Amy!" I interrupted her. "Stop worrying." Her knees 
were still up and pressed together, her feet on the edge 
of the table. I quickly rubbed my hands together under 
the table to get them good and warm, and gently placed 
my hands on her knees.

Slowly spreading her knees apart, I began kissing down 
her right thigh. She moaned in excitement as I neared 
her little pink pussy. As I got there, her legs were 
completely apart, so I started on her left thigh, 
kissing at the knee and working my way closer. "Here, 
gimme your hands," I said, and had her hold her knees 
apart, almost all the way back to her armpits. Her 
little vagina and anus were right there, her legs wide 
open, her secrets completely exposed to my view. More 
juice trickled down from her pussy, coating her little 
rosebud, and dripping onto the reflective platter.

"Wow!" Karen said, appreciatively. Amy smiled, but still 
looked a little terrified. I knew I should start slow, 
so I leaned down until my mouth was about an inch away, 
and just breathed out a long, slow warm breath across 
her entire pussy. Amy moaned happily, and writhed a 
little.

Amy's clitoris was standing up like a little pencil 
eraser, but she didn't really have any labia to speak 
of, everything was tucked up inside the smooth sides of 
her vulva. No meat curtains here. I placed the palms of 
my hands on her extreme inner thighs, and pulled apart a 
little. With my thumbs I started gently massaging her 
anus, which clenched as I softly smoothed it back and 
forth, up and down. Amy moaned again, her breath 
catching in her throat. "Oh god," She mumbled, watching 
me with huge eyes.

"Still good?" I asked, my voice soft, and she nodded 
emphatically. I leaned forward and licked slooooooowly 
up one side of her vulva, stopping before I got to her 
clit, and repeated on the other side. Amy bit her lip 
and groaned. Karen faltered in her rubbing. "I'm going 
to get my chair and sit so I can actually see what 
you're doing." She said quickly. "This is so hot I don't 
want to miss anything."

While I teased Amy's pussy some more, Karen folded her 
apron across the seat and pulled right up to my left 
elbow. With her left hand she reached in and grasped my 
cock. "I'll hold this so it doesn't get lonely," She 
purred. I just grunted approval, and stuck my tongue 
into Amy's pussy slit again, this time tickling her clit 
with the barest of touches. She threw her head back and 
gasped. I flattened my tongue to its widest and licked 
up the entire length of her pussy with a slurp, flicking 
her clit with the tip as I finished. She squirmed in 
delight. 

It was at this point that I got a real taste of Amy's 
juices. Amy tastes almost like a cross between a peach 
and a plum. Not like peach flavoring, but like an actual 
peach tastes. Sweet, and a little tart. In other words, 
very good. "Mmmmm!" I growled happily, and burrowed my 
tongue back into her sweet little slit. Licking her clit 
firmly again, I pulled up. "You taste great!" I said, 
and she looked so happy. "This is sooooo great!" She 
moaned. "You like the way I taste."

"What does it taste like?" Karen murmured into my ear, 
and stroked my cock a little. 

"Very good, almost like fresh fruit. Would you like a 
taste?" I grinned at her. She blushed but didn't answer, 
she just looked at me, searching my face as if for 
permission to ask another question. "I'm sure Amy 
wouldn't mind." I whispered, my voice barely a murmur.

"Not right now. Maybe later." Karen blushed. She shot a 
look at Amy, who had her eyes closed as my thumbs 
continued rubbing her rectum.

I turned back to Amy and dove in again, wiggling my 
tongue back and forth, starting at her vaginal opening, 
working my way up to her clit. She almost ground her 
crotch against me in her excitement. My hands still 
spread on her inner thighs, I pressed her pelvis back 
down onto the platter. She moaned a little in 
frustration, but I increased the pressure of my tongue, 
tracing the various wrinkles and folds of her delicious 
little pussy. 

I actually inserted the tip of my tongue into her 
vagina, at least as far as her hymen, and wiggled it 
around. She nearly squealed in surprise, and then 
laughed breathlessly. "Careful, don't push too hard!" 
She cautioned, although how sincere she was I don't 
know.

Karen was slowly stroking my cock, and I could feel her 
breath on my shoulder as she watched me lick Amy. Her 
breathing was increasing, almost the same way Amy's was. 
I used my right index finger to gently stroke Amy's clit 
while I turned to Karen. "Are you doing ok?" I asked her 
quietly, and she tore her gaze away from Amy's little 
quim to look at me and blush. 

"I'm a little jealous, actually. Which came as a 
surprise." She gave me a tight squeeze and looked down. 
"I think I'm getting as excited as she is. Do... Do you 
think you could do that to me sometime? I'd make it 
worth your while." She gave my cock a gentle twist.

I smiled. "Karen, you couldn't keep me away. No need to 
reward me." She rubbed my back and smiled. "I'm so 
lucky." She said, and kissed my cheek. "Now lick that 
little girl. I want you next."

I turned back to Amy to find her panting with each flick 
I gave her clit. I leaned in and got down to business, 
licking, flicking, and actually sucking her clit between 
my lips very carefully. She began taking deeper breaths 
and squirming with excitement, as I licked even faster. 
My thumbs continued to rub and pull at her anus, which 
began to relax a little with the pampering.

Her squirms and little cries got more pronounced as I 
covered her entire pussy with my mouth, and sucked in 
while burrowing and teasing with my tongue. Unable to 
help herself, she put her fingers in my hair and gripped 
my head.

"Yes, yes, more, oh!" She begged, and I was quick to 
obey. Making sure it was well lubricated with her juices 
and my saliva, I took my left thumb (it had almost no 
thumbnail) and began pressing it rhythmically against 
her rectum, gentle at first, but a little harder each 
time.

Amy's response was definitely favorable. "OOH! Yes, ah, 
ah, AH!"

Karen had stopped rubbing my back, although to judge 
from the arrhythmic stroking of my penis, and her own 
quiet vocal additions to our lovemaking, I assumed she 
was rubbing her own pussy somehow.

I began gently pinching and pulling Amy's clit with my 
fingertips, while my thumb continued threatening the 
sanctity of her anus. I put my tongue into her pussy and 
started flicking her hymen with the tip of my tongue. 
She squirmed and hitched, pulling me closer and closer. 
Karen's breath on my shoulder became even more tortured 
and she began to whimper.

I pulled my tongue out of Amy's pussy and plowed it 
against her clit, basically making "numnnumnum," noises 
as I twirled it on and around that hard little nubbin of 
pleasure.

Her cries reached a crescendo, and as she bucked against 
me, I sucked her clit into my mouth, hard, and pressed 
on it with my lips, almost as if biting it. My thumb 
slipped into her ass up to the first knuckle, and she 
came. Just like that. Ka-boom.

Amy's head bounced off the table with a bonk as she hit 
that first wave, and Karen actually bit my shoulder as 
she came too, with a squeal. Her grip on my cock was 
less than comfortable, but I kept up my activities. I 
wiggled my thumb and licked Amy's rock-hard clit as best 
I could until she was actually trying to push me away, 
at which point I sat up slowly, and pulled my thumb out 
of her little behind.

Amy's torso spasmed and twitched as she fought for air. 
She lost her grip on her legs, and they just kind of 
flopped off the edge of the table bonelessly. She lay 
there, gasping breath and voicing little moans as she 
came back down. The silver platter was a mess, covered 
in drips and little puddles of my saliva and her pussy 
juices.

Karen was resting her head against my shoulder, as if 
exhausted, but her hand had once again begun stroking 
me. "Ooh! drippy!" She cooed, and as I looked down, she 
used her fingertips to gather a rather large drip of 
precum from the tip of my engorged, almost vibrating 
penis. She quickly licked her fingers clean and moaned 
happily. Her face, neck, and shoulders were flushed, and 
she took several deep breaths.

"Did you cum too?" I heard Amy ask, and when I turned to 
look at her, she was propped up on one elbow looking at 
Karen with an exhausted smile. Karen held her fingers up 
an inch apart. "A little one." She said, and smiled, 
tossing her (now a little sweaty) hair back from her 
face.

"Not me. That was amazing!" Amy said, and gently kicked 
me. "What did you put in my butt?" I sheepishly held up 
my thumb, and she grabbed my hand delightedly. "Naughty 
little trespasser! How did you know?!" She grabbed my 
thumb as if choking it, and shook it, giggling. "I 
sometimes finger my butt when I get really horny, 
because I was afraid to break my hymen. But I didn't 
tell you that! You just went and took it!" She didn't 
seem upset.

"Was that ok?" I asked. Amy threw her arms in the air. 
"God, it was ok. It was FANTASTIC. I've never felt that 
good, ever. It was like my top twenty self-induced 
orgasms all at once!" She flopped back down onto the 
table, and put her hands over her face.

"That's exactly how I felt." Karen said, smiling. 
"Touching myself is like a waste of time now."

"How are we going to survive?!" Amy asked. "I'm still 
having it, almost. Argh!"

"We'll find a way, I hope." Karen gave me a sideways 
grin, and then looked at Amy. "Who's next? I'm still all 
hot and horny."

Amy waved her hand weakly. "I need a minute. I thought I 
could just jump up and go on, but I'm knocked out here. 
Whew. That was really intense." She kicked me again, 
playfully. "I thought you'd never done that before!"

"I hadn't!" I insisted. (I had however, read some "how 
to eat pussy" wikis about a year earlier.)

"Gawd!" Amy squawked, and tried to climb down, but 
moving sluggishly, as if her nerves didn't work. Indeed, 
when I helped her down off the table, her knees buckled 
and she kinda plopped against me as I caught her. "Jeez! 
I'm handicapped!" She slumped onto her chair with a 
laugh.

I wiped off my chin as best I could with my shirttail, 
from the back of my chair, and Amy got a good look at 
the gooey mess on the platter. "Oh man! Was that all 
me?" She said in shock. "Well, you AND me." I said. She 
blinked in surprise. "I must have been really juicy." 
she said, and grabbed the platter. "I'm going to put 
this away. Creaming everywhere is kind of embarrassing."

"I don't think so, you shouldn't be embarrassed." I 
said, as she scooped it up.

"It was pretty hot. Plus, wait till you see how juicy HE 
gets." Karen purred. Amy brightened, and then got wobbly 
to her feet. "I'm at least going to put out the candles 
now, so we don't burn the house down. Will, you're up. 
Get on the table." She commanded, then darted in to kiss 
me on the lips. "Please." She added sweetly. I stood, 
and Karen clapped her hands happily. I sat on the edge 
of the table, and waited.

As Amy came back around to our end, Karen put her hand 
on my chest and gently but firmly pushed me down. "My 
turn to play!" She announced, and stepped right up 
against my crotch. My cock stood proudly between her 
breasts, which she grabbed with her hands and rubbed up 
and down against my straining shaft. Amy positioned my 
legs far apart and stepped up next to Karen, watching 
happily.

"Wanna give him a little lick?" Karen asked slyly. "DO 
I?!" Amy asked enthusiastically, and Karen grabbed the 
base of my cock, tilting it over to where Amy could just 
reach the tip of it with her outstretched tongue. 
"MMmm!" she purred, licking just the tip with the point 
of her tongue.

I was holding my head up so I could watch, but my neck 
was starting to protest. "Can I get something for my 
head?" I asked, and Karen laughed. "How about this?" She 
asked, and promptly put her mouth on my dick about two 
inches, swirling her tongue around and around it.

I groaned with pleasure, but Amy was already scooping up 
clothes and balling them up to make a pillow of sorts 
for my head. I got it into place, and she rubbed my 
thigh where she was standing. "Better?" she asked, and I 
nodded.

Karen was going to town, stroking me with her hands and 
sucking me with her mouth. I was in heaven! After a few 
minutes of this amazing display, she pulled her mouth 
off with a "Mmwwwwah!" sound, and turned to Amy. "Would 
you like to try?"

"I was enjoying just watching you!" Amy chirped. "You 
really seem to know what he likes. Look how big it is 
now!" And indeed, my cock was almost ten or eleven 
inches long at this point. Sexy suction does a lot for 
your penis size.

Karen stepped back, but didn't let go until Amy had a 
hand on it. Amy stepped right up and stared at my dick 
in utter delight. "I'm still a little loopy from that 
huge orgasm I just had," She apologized, "but I'll do my 
best."

She licked me up and down for an agonizing minute or 
two, then slipped her mouth over my cockhead, sliding it 
almost all the way out of her mouth, and then sucking it 
back in with a pop. She began milking the remainder of 
my penis, but her hands were a little dry, so she pulled 
off momentarily.

"Hold on," she said, and then squatted a few inches, 
sticking her tongue out in concentration. When she 
brought her hands back up to my dick, they were slick 
with her own juices, which she then lovingly used to 
coat my throbbing erection. "I made my own lube!" She 
chirped happily, milking me firmly with both hands. 

I could only grin helplessly, awash in the pleasure I 
was feeling. Karen had pulled up a chair and was sitting 
next to where Amy was standing, rubbing my thigh, 
rubbing her breast against my thigh, basically adding 
lots of gentle, sexy caresses to what Amy was doing.

Amy licked her lips, and took me again in her mouth, 
sliding further than the head this time. I felt her 
teeth drag momentarily, and she pulled off again. 
"Sorry! It's so thick I'm having a hard time getting my 
teeth out of the way." She kissed the spot where they 
had scraped. "It's ok. My fault really," I joked. Amy 
said awwww, and Karen giggled.

Amy licked her lips, and went down on me again, getting 
even further this time. I felt something press on the 
tip of my cock, and I realized it was the back of her 
throat. Before I could even react in amazement, I was 
past it. Amy gagged or coughed just a bit and pulled off 
with a gasp. "Hey, are you ok?" I asked immediately. Her 
eyes were watering heavily, and a single tear slipped 
down her cheek, but she was smiling. "Yeah, I'm good, 
this is just more work than I thought." She cleared her 
throat and wiped her eyes. "Whew. One more time." And 
she gulped me down again.

I could actually tell when my cockhead slipped past the 
back of her mouth and started down her throat, because 
her eyes started watering again, making it look like she 
was crying, and I could feel the muscles of her throat 
massing the sensitive underside of my cock as she kept 
swallowing. Karen's jaw dropped in shock, as I'm sure 
mine did, as more and more of my dick disappeared into 
her rosy little mouth. "Dang, girl! How much are you 
taking?!" Karen asked in shock, and in answer, Amy 
thrust herself down until her nose rubbed amongst my 
pubic hair. "Holy shit!" I may have blurted. My entire 
cock was in her mouth and down her throat. I couldn't 
believe it.

"Amy?! Are you ok?" Karen demanded, putting a hand on 
her back, but Amy gave her the thumb's up and started 
sliding back off, still swallowing all the while. She 
finally got back to just my tip in her mouth, when she 
sucked enthusiastically several times, and then pulled 
it out of her mouth with a happy slurp. "Ah!" She wiped 
her eyes. "I can't talk with that much Will in my 
mouth."

"How did you DO that?" Karen asked, half surprised, 
maybe half scared. Amy stroked me while she tried to 
catch her breath. "I've been trying to suppress my gag 
reflex for years. Haven't you ever seen me eat 
popsicles?" A quick lick to my dick. "I must have missed 
that." Karen said, impressed. "That was totally 
amazing."

Amy grinned, and wiped her eyes again. "I have to keep 
swallowing or I lose it." She wiped her eyes again. "and 
my eyes go crazy. It's hard work, actually. Did you like 
it?" She asked me. "It was really something." I said. 
"You kind of shocked us both."

"Well, I'm going to get better at it," She said 
reassuringly. "I hope someday that you'll be able to 
just walk in, whip it out, and fuck my throat. I can't 
wait." She grinned, completely proud of herself. 

"Fuck your throat?" I asked, surprised. Amy blushed, and 
tried to explain. "I mean like if you're mowing the 
lawn, and the vibration on the riding mower gives you a 
wicked hard-on, you might walk in, find me watching TV, 
and just put it in my mouth, you know." There was a 
pause, and she blushed harder. "I mean, not like I've 
had a hundred fantasies about it or anything like that." 
She rolled her eyes and looked a little embarrassed. I 
smiled at her, so she would know I wasn't freaked out. 
"That could happen." I said, and she grinned.

"Well, maybe no more stunt sex for now." Karen said. Amy 
nodded. "Ok. I just wanted to try it. But now, do 
everything you can to draw it out." She instructed me. 
"Baseball. Kirstie Alley bending over. Try not to cum. I 
have things I want to try."

"I'll do my best, but you're already amazing." I said. 
"I'm only human."

She grinned evilly and licked me firmly. "Do your best." 
And then she went to town.

Let me give proper credit where it is most definitely 
due. Amy discovered my balls.

I had only ever thought of testicles as "Where sperm 
comes from" and "Things that should never be struck with 
hard objects." I only knew of them as things that caused 
pain. Amy turned them into sex organs. Not just good 
feelings, but GREAT feelings. I was completely stunned.

She started by gently stroking them with her fingertips, 
soft enough not to hurt them, but firm enough not to 
tickle, either. Then she cupped them, lifting them 
carefully, rolling them between her fingers, tugging 
gently on my scrotum, just moving them around, while 
rubbing them gently with her thumb. Last but not least, 
she was stroking my cock with one hand, while she 
scooped my balls up with her other hand and just 
lavished attention with her tongue, like she was 
painting them with a very wide, very wet brush. Oh. My. 
God.

Amy giggled throatily, her mouth wide open as she sucked 
one, and then the other carefully into her mouth. Karen 
watched, enthralled, as I practically yodeled with 
pleasure. I'm sure I sounded like an idiot. 

Oh man. I was completely blown away, pun or no pun. I 
had no idea testicles could be made to feel this good. I 
saw a movie once where 1 guy did about 12 girls (Reverse 
Gang Bang) and they kept squeezing his nuts HARD to keep 
him from cumming until they had all had a chance, but 
holy cow.

Oddly, even though it felt amazingly good, and I mean 
wonderful, it didn't throw me over the Orgasm Cliff. It 
was like two entirely separate wonderful feelings taking 
place, not like one runaway train. I could savor and 
enjoy both without just shooting off and being over.

Amy took advantage of my extreme distraction to send one 
of her wet little fingers probing underneath my balls 
for MY anus, but I yelped out something like "NUH!" and 
my whole body tensed up, and she instantly stopped that 
particular experiment.

"Sorreee!" She gasped, spitting out my hard-on for a 
moment. "Just thought I'd try it! Never can tell!"

"N-not for me!" I stuttered. My tensing up actually 
helped me last longer, as it momentarily disconnected my 
sex circuits. When I got back into the swing of things, 
Karen was standing. "Can I help you finish him off?" She 
asked Amy, who looked like she was starting to flag. Amy 
nodded gratefully, and sucked my cockhead once more, 
with lots of swirly tongue, and then ducked under 
Karen's arms, to the chair.

"He's so big my jaw was starting to get tired." She 
said, never letting go of my testicles. Karen gave her a 
kiss on the head, and grabbed my cock. "Before he starts 
to cum, let me get it back. I want him to shoot his load 
right in my mouth." Amy said.

Karen stroked me and looked me in the eye. "Well, I want 
some of it too." She pouted, licking her lips and giving 
me a sad look. I grinned and gritted my teeth as she 
squeezed me.
"He makes a lot. Can we share?"

"IF he shoots it in my mouth, I'm willing to give some 
of it to you. But you'll have to kiss me for it." Amy 
grinned, and leaned in to give my balls a huge lick. I 
held my breath in anticipation.

"You're a hard negotiator," Karen teased, and ran her 
fingers through Amy's hair. "But not as hard as Will is 
right now. I think we can call that a deal." I couldn't 
believe it. I was going to cum in Amy's mouth, and she 
was going to snowball it to Karen. WOW!

Before I could even really react to their plans, Karen 
was working her magic on my cock. I mean Amy discovered 
(and still is the master of) testicle sex, and Amy can 
deep throat me, but Karen makes my cock WORK. Her hands, 
her mouth, are the complete and utter be-all, end-all of 
blowjobs. (Currently Amy has almost matched her skill, 
but she's still young. Karen's mouth is some magic size 
that makes it unbelievably perfect for me to just lose 
my mind.)

Very, very quickly I was floating on the edge of a 
massive orgasm, but Amy's constant lovely interference 
with my testicles and their usual tensing up was holding 
me right at the threshold. I mean I wanted to cum, but 
since Amy was working my balls like a master juggler, 
they couldn't decide what they were going to do. I 
literally couldn't stand it anymore.

I meant to carefully reach out and touch Karen, but the 
extreme sensations I was undergoing completely wrecked 
my fine motor skills, and I just barely missed slapping 
her on top of her head. She had her eyes closed in 
concentration, so she didn't notice my arm lunging out, 
and only looked up when it ruffled her hair. "Mmmff, 
Amy!" she said, pulling my straining erection out of her 
mouth, and Amy hopped up and put her lips on it, letting 
go of my balls and clutching my slick shaft. As Amy 
started swirling her tongue all over my cockhead, I 
grabbed her wrists and jacked her hands up and down my 
cock once, twice, and boom. I was gone.

Free of manipulation, my balls probably shrunk to half 
their size as I emptied them into Amy's hot little 
mouth. Her eyes bulged in surprise, and she squealed 
happily as squirt after squirt of hot semen jetted onto 
her tongue. I couldn't keep my eyes open, it was so 
intense. I counted five squirts and then gave up, just 
laying on the table like a dead man, while she clung to 
my cock. It seemed like a long time before she let go, 
milking me gently and sucking the tip.

"Aaaaah!" She sang, and I managed to pry my eyes open 
and look. She had her mouth open, showing me the pool of 
cum within. Rolling her tongue in it, it threatened to 
spill out over her lips and down her chin, but she 
slurped it back into her mouth, tilting her head back, 
apparently trying not to swallow. "Mmmm." She made eye 
contact with Karen and pointed to her mouth, and then to 
Karen. "Muuh?" She grunted interrogatively. Karen 
grinned, nodded, and stepped up close.

Amy kept a hand on the base of my cock as she and Karen 
kissed. At first, Amy just held her mouth open while 
Karen's tongue darted in and returned, scooping out my 
cum, almost lapping it up like a cat, but soon they were 
kissing in earnest, and I could see both their tongues 
rubbing and dueling with one another. Needless to say, 
soon they both had my semen smeared around their mouths, 
and had to spend a few moments licking it off of each 
other. 

To this day, I have never seen anything hotter than this 
in my entire life. The happy little noises they made 
while kissing and basically playing in my cum would have 
made me cum again, had I not JUST done so. As it was, my 
dick straightened back up to full strength long before 
they had finished.

When they were done, Amy turned to me and stuck out her 
tongue, showing me her mouth was empty. "All gone!" She 
chirped, and rubbed my renewed erection, eyes bright.

Karen swept her hair back, and looked at me. "I need 
some love, right now." She rubbed one hand down her 
stomach, to her landing strip. "I can't wait any more. 
It's my turn, and I want it."

I scooted back until my thighs were supported by the 
table, just my lower legs hanging off, and held out my 
hand. Karen daintily took it, "I'm sorry you had to go 
last." I said gently, but she smiled.

"It's ok. It's Amy's night, but I literally can't wait 
another minute. I want your cock in my pussy and I want 
it NOW!" she growled. I bobbed my cock at her. "All 
yours, my love." She leaned down and gave my dick a wet 
kiss. "Remember me?" She murmured, her lips moving 
against it. "I'm baaaaaack." 

Amy grinned, and reached out to help Karen up on the 
table.

Karen stood on the chair, and then stepped onto the 
table. She wobbled for balance momentarily, but I 
steadied her with my hands. "It looks even bigger than 
last time." She said, in a tone that was maybe a LITTLE 
worried. "Go slow, and we'll be ok." I said.

She got to one knee and put her other leg over me, my 
penis rubbing against her outstretched thigh. She took a 
moment to pet it, and looked up at me. "I love you so 
much." She said. "You make me so happy. I can't believe 
how lucky I am."

"I'm the one who's lucky." I said, but she shook her 
head. "I love you," She repeated, and began positioning 
herself over me. She reached back for my cock, but Amy 
piped up. "Got it! Just come right back a little!" I 
felt Amy's little hands guiding my cock, and the warmth 
of Karen's pussy against my cockhead.

Karen intertwined her fingers with mine, and slowwwwly 
sat back and up. It was (still) a very snug fit, but 
Karen was so wet by now that it slid all the way in. Her 
mouth was open, and her eyelids fluttered as she settled 
against my pelvis. "Oh my god," Karen sighed, and raised 
up a little, about five inches, and sat right back down 
again. "So good."

I could feel Amy's hands cupping my balls, and her head 
resting against my knee. She was completely out of sight 
behind Karen, but she must have been laying on the 
table, between my legs. Karen rose up on her knees, and 
impaled herself again, much to our mutual delight. "This 
is SO hot." I heard Amy murmur. 

Karen did it again, harder, and her breasts bounced, 
swinging together. I brought one of her hands up for a 
kiss, and then let go and cupped her breasts with my 
hands, so they couldn't jostle too much. "I'll hold 
these for you." I said gently. Karen smiled, and placed 
both her hands on my chest for balance.

She began bouncing slowly against me, impaling her pussy 
over and over again, panting with both the effort and 
the sensation, almost grinding me into the table. "Oh 
god," she moaned, stopping at the end of a downstroke 
and grinding her pelvis against mine. Her pussy felt 
amazing. Amy wasn't going too crazy with my balls, just 
cradling them and stroking them gently with her thumb, I 
presumed. Karen threw her head back and just rode me, 
eyes closed, a huge smile on her face as she began to 
moan.

After a few minutes of delicious riding, she began to 
falter. "Aw come on," She pouted, and slowed. "What's 
wrong?" I asked. "I'm starting to get a charley horse," 
She said sadly. "I'm going to have to stop for a minute, 
but I really don't want to. I can't stand it!"

She once again took my hands for balance, and stood 
slowly and painfully. When my cock slid out of her tight 
pussy with a wet slurp, she cried a little. "I don't 
ever want to stop, but my stupid legs..." As she stood 
to her full height, both knees cracked, loud. Everybody 
winced. Amy took the opportunity to dart in and lick my 
erection, which was quite slick with Karen's juices. 
"Mmmmmm!" Amy moaned. "This is SO good."

"Well, I want it back, but we need to do something 
else." Karen said, raising each foot and rotating the 
ankle, to the sound of more cracks and pops.

"Where was your charley horse?" Amy asked quickly, and 
Karen rubbed the tops of her thighs, right next to her 
little landing strip. "Right from my thighs to my ab 
muscles," Karen said. "Three days of glorious sex has 
kinda worn me out."

"So you can still kneel, you just can't hump?" Amy asked 
brightly. Karen thought about it, and nodded. 
"Probably."

Amy clapped her hands excitedly. "I know just what to 
do! Turn around this way, and straddle him again, but 
stay up on your knees."

Karen turned carefully, and stepped over me, so she was 
facing my feet and Amy. Her ass looked fantastic from my 
angle. I reached out to steady her as she knelt, holding 
her waist, and soon she was sitting on my pelvis again. 
As she got her lower legs positioned back along my 
sides, she rose up on her knees again, and Amy helped 
her get my cock back into her snug, warm pussy. She 
sighed happily, and wiggled her hips left and right.

Even with me laying flat, and her up on her knees, I 
still had about two inches of cock inside her. "Now, you 
stay put," Amy smiled at her, putting one hand on her 
shoulder, "And Will does YOU." She patted my knee. "Do 
it, Will. Give it to her!"

I experimented a little, and found that by rocking my 
pelvis up and forwards, I could get another three inches 
or so into her pussy without too much effort on my part. 
By pressing down with my heels and shoulders, I could 
bow my whole body up and put the whole thing into her, 
but it was some strain to do it every time, so it went 
like this: rock rock rock THRUST rock rock rock THRUST 
and so on. Karen's enjoyment was obvious, as her voice 
made clear. "Unh unh unh AHH! Unh unh unh AHH!"

I watched Karen's ass jiggle with each thrust, and I 
soon saw Amy's arms come sneaking around her waist. Amy 
was kneeling right in front of her, holding on to her in 
a full body hug. Karen clutched her right back. Amy's 
hands came down and squeezed her butt, lifting and 
pulling on her butt cheeks, leaving little hand prints, 
and Karen moaned louder. I concentrated on driving the 
cock, but Karen was starting to wobble a little.

Amy peeked at me from around Karen and grinned. "I think 
it's time to bring it home." I said, grunting with 
exertion. "She's ready." And I was starting to get 
tired. I don't mean to seem selfish, but I didn't have 
much oomph left.

"I couldn't agree more," Amy said lovingly. She turned 
her attention back to Karen, who just had her head back 
and her eyes closed, mouth open as she breathed between 
thrusts.

"Lean back a little, and reach back for balance." Amy 
cooed, and gently helped Karen lean back. I reached up 
and held her arms, steadying her. Amy made sure Karen 
was comfortably posed, and looked at me. "Keep making 
love to her, but don't thrust so hard. Just go about 
halfway in. Is that ok?" I thought it over. "I can 
probably do that," I said, almost out of breath, "but I 
may need more than that to cum myself."

"Don't worry," Amy said, and dropped out of sight. I 
resumed the rocking motions, driving my dick up into 
Karen again and again. She was reclining back at about a 
60 degree angle, her hands clutching my arms as I held 
her up. "Don't stop, ooohohhhhh, don't you ever stop," 
She sighed, and turned her head to look at me. "I 
loooooove youuuuu." She moaned, but then her eyes shot 
all the way open, and she gasped for air. "Amy!" She 
squawked, and I felt something happening, like my balls 
were lightly bumping a new obstruction. "Oh god! Uh! Uh! 
AAH!" Karen shook and gasped for air.

"What? What's going on?" I asked, suddenly concerned. 
"She's... licking... MY... AAAAAAHHH!" Karen shrieked, 
and then I could feel her pussy spasm and constrict as 
she came, almost howling. "OHHHHH OHHH ohhh oh!" She 
cried, and wrenched an arm from my grasp and swatted at 
something in front of her. "Stop! I can't... AH... I 
can't breathe!" She half cried/half laughed.

Her orgasm brought me right up to the edge of my own. I 
was really, really close, so I just started thrusting 
for all I was worth, over and over. I felt Amy cupping 
my balls, and trying to match my rhythm. "Go, Will, go!" 
Amy cheered. "Yeah!" 

Karen just wailed "Yesssssss, ooooh, fuuuuuuuuck!" as I 
neared that wonderful moment of release. "I'm gonna, 
cuuuummmmm!" I groaned, buried it in her as deep as I 
could, and exploded. My head swam as I unloaded a major 
gusher into that amazing pussy. "I can see your balls 
shooting it!" Amy cried, and Karen whimpered "I can feel 
it squirting! Oh my god!" and she kinda collapsed 
sideways.

I rolled with her, keeping most of dick in her until she 
lay sprawled on her side. I grabbed her hips and pumped 
it in and out of her about three more times, as her 
pussy clutched at my cock. She just whimpered and 
breathed hard. "Will, I can't... I can't take any more." 
She swallowed on what must have been a dry throat. "I 
have to stop." Her hair hung off the edge of the table 
as she tried to get her hands under her.

Shaking and exhausted with my own orgasm, I gently 
pulled my dying erection out of her until it exited with 
a tiny, wet *pop* sound. She whimpered, and laboriously 
turned over, until she was laying in my arms. I lay on 
my side, she lay on her back. "Oh my god." She sighed. 
"My pussy is STILL going crazy. It's like it won't 
stop."

"Can I clean you two up?" Amy asked slyly, licking her 
lips expressively. "You're all sticky!" Karen glared at 
her for about a second, then snorted and smiled weakly.

"I shared Will's cum with you." Amy pointed out. "I just 
want some of what you got."

Karen gave a chuckle of the damned. "Sure. Why not? I 
can't even move. You'll have to get it yourself."

Amy nodded, and slowly licked up Karen's thigh, stopping 
at the top and planting a kiss on her silky landing 
strip. Karen gasped weakly, and shut her eyes. Amy began 
lapping at Karen's pussy. My angle wasn't good, but I 
could tell she was licking everything she could find. 
Karen writhed and gasped for breath, clutching at my 
arms, which were still wrapped around her.

"I need to use my finger a little," Amy warned, "That 
cum is really deep in there."

Karen whimpered as if scared, and clutched me tighter. 
She moaned loudly about three times, then her eyes shot 
open a second later. "What's?! Oh! Amy! WHAT?!!" She 
cried, and then she took a deep breath, screamed 
hoarsely, another deep breath, and went limp. Her body 
continued to shake convulsively, and breath whistled 
through her mouth and nose, but her eyes were closed and 
her head was down, against my shoulder. She was 
unconscious.

"Amy!" I cried out. "What happened?!"

Amy rose into view, her face wet, eyes merry. "I rubbed 
her G-spot! She was right about to cum from *that!* It 
must have been the angle you were doing her!"

"She's fainted!" I snapped, and Amy leapt onto her hands 
and knees to move up and investigate. "Oh crap!" Amy 
said, genuinely scared. "Maybe I should have just left 
it alone!"

I could see the pulse in Karen's neck moving regularly, 
and she was still breathing, her breath cooling the 
sweat on my neck. "She's alive," I said wryly, exhausted 
from my own two orgasms, "but she's knocked out. What 
did you do to her?"

Amy wrung her hands. "I was licking up your cum, and I 
put my finger in her to get more out, and her G-spot was 
all... noticeable. I just stroked it with my fingertip a 
few times. She must have been right on the edge of it." 
She reached out and smoothed a sweaty strand of hair out 
of Karen's face. "I couldn't help myself. She's just so 
sexy."

"I think you need to apologize for this one. Knocking 
her out probably isn't going to be cool." I said.

"Yeah... I'll apologize as soon as she wakes up." Amy 
said, concerned. She lay down and struggled up against 
Karen's right shoulder, making a Karen sandwich. Whereas 
I had my arm across Karen's stomach, Amy put her arm 
across Karen's ribcage, and we both held her while she 
slept.

I rested, my eyes about half closed. Amy lay there and 
studied my face, across the slope of Karen's upper 
chest.. "Did I... did I do good? I mean before she... 
and for you too, I mean." Amy asked, her voice small and 
unsure.

"Wha?" I asked, starting to get a little sleepy. "What 
do you mean?"

Amy swallowed and tried again. "Did I do a good job? You 
made me cum so hard, but then I needed Karen's help to 
get you off. I needed help, I didn't do enough myself."

"No way, you were great." I said firmly. "I never knew 
balls could bring pleasure. You completely opened my 
eyes, and taught me something about my own body I didn't 
even know. You were incredible."

"So we can do more? Did I earn a place in your beds?" 
Amy brightened up. 

I looked at her. "Did you think this was a test? Or a 
contest?" She blushed.

"I thought for sure if I totally sucked, then you might 
not be so happy about doing it again." Amy said softly. 
"I mean if I went to a restaurant and the food tasted 
like burnt dog crap, I'd never want to go back."

"Well, for the record, your sucking was phenomenal, and 
you do things with balls that Cirque Du Soleil never 
thought of." I said, exhausted.

"I'll bet they have," Amy giggled, and I smiled at her. 
"The fact that we let you join us means you've joined 
us. Even if you had accidentally bitten my penis, we'd 
still love you."

"But then I knocked Karen out," She said sadly.

"Hopefully it will be ok." I said. I was relatively sure 
it would be.

"And sorry about the "finger in your butt" attempt. I 
read in Cosmo that some men love that." Amy apologized.

"I'm sure the men who work at Cosmo love that, but 
that's because they wish it was really a-" I started, 
but Karen moved her head and tried to move her arms.

"Why is the room spinning?" Karen slurred, her eyes 
tightly closed.

"Are you ok?" Amy cried.

"Will, tell Amy that I want her to explain what the hell 
just happened to me, so I can kill her." Karen said, 
maybe kidding.

"When I put my finger in your pussy to scoop out some 
cum, I found your G-spot, and rubbed it a little. You 
had a G-spot orgasm immediately, with no warning. It 
must have been excited during the sex." Amy said, 
contritely.

"What is a G-spot?" Karen asked. I looked at Amy in 
surprise. Amy stared back at me. "I mean I've heard the 
phrase around, but I never actually knew what it was. It 
felt completely different from anything else." Karen had 
not opened her eyes so far.

"Um, it's a cluster of nerves along the front wall of 
the vagina, about an inch or two in. When it gets 
excited, they swell up, and if you keep pressing on it 
and rubbing it, it can sometimes cause very intense 
orgasms." I said.

Amy piped up. "It's kinda wired to a different part of 
the brain than a clitoris, (which Amy pronounced wrong. 
It's not cliTORis, it's CLIT-er-iss. -W.) or the walls 
of the vagina itself. Each place can have its own 
distinct orgasm, hitting different pleasure centers in 
the brain, with different results."

"What?" Karen seemed surprised.

"Women can have three different types of orgasm, based 
on which parts of the brain get the nerve information. 
Clitoral, vaginal, G-spot, and anal, although anal and 
vaginal are the almost the same, because they share a 
wall, and therefore the nerves in it," Amy quoted.

"How do you-" I started, but Amy waved her hands. "TLC 
and PBS have some cool stuff if you know when to watch 
it."

She continued. "So when you were leaning back, and Will 
was only going about halfway in, he was probably rubbing 
right up against it, getting it all hot and swollen. I 
found it by accident, but you were practically already 
there. I'm sorry."

Karen pried one eye open, and found Amy. She raised her 
arm up and put it around Amy. "Forgiven." She sighed, 
"just don't do that again when I'm already screwed out. 
I couldn't handle it." Amy snuggled up to Karen happily. 
I held them both.

"I am SO sore right now." Karen said tiredly. "Sorry!" 
Amy and I said at the same time.
She shushed us both.

"Are we done?" I asked, and Amy, wide-eyed, nodded. "I'M 
done." It was almost ten, but we were all dead tired.

"Let's get to our own beds, if we can." I said, and 
slowly sat up. Amy climbed down off the table without 
any problems, but Karen seemed weak and clumsy. "I think 
I need help." She said, embarrassed.

I took her arm in mine, and tried to help her off the 
table, but her legs buckled, and I had to catch her. 
"Whoops!" She said, now very embarrassed. "I think I 
need help walking, too."

I put her arm around my shoulder, and walked hunch over, 
as she limped along. "Everything from my knees to my 
waist is all jangly," She said weakly.

Amy gathered up all the clothes in a big ball and ran to 
the laundry room. She was back before we reached the 
foot of the stairs. "I hung up your suit." She said. 
"It's probably still good."

"Help me out, here," I said, and she stepped up and took 
Karen's arm on her shoulder, as Karen clutched the 
handrail.

As they started up slowly, Amy said, "Ow, you've got my 
hair."

"I know." Karen said. "Next time you decided to kill me 
with orgasms, you'd better finish the job." Amy laughed, 
and up we went. Slowly.

At the top, I took over again, heading for her room, but 
she stopped me at the bathroom door. "Um, I need to pee. 
Sorry." I knew her face was burning with blush, but I 
pretended not to notice, helped her in, and got her 
situated on the toilet. I stood there like a moron, 
until she giggled nervously. "Um, alone." I blinked, and 
blushed myself. "Sorry! Forgot what was going on." and 
darted out of the bathroom, shutting the door.

In the hallway, I found Amy scratching her chin 
sleepily. "We're probably going to want to jump in the 
shower to rinse off, or we're going to be all sticky and 
itchy tomorrow." She yawned. She was right. I could 
already feel my skin drying where it had been wet.

"You wanna go first?" I asked, leaning against the wall. 
She gave me a tiny smile and shook her head. "Do you 
think we could go together? I'd LOVE a chance to wash 
you."

I grinned. "You HAVE had a long time to come up with 
ideas, haven't you?"

She nodded. "Two years. So can I? I'll be SO soft."

I chuckled, but nodded. "Sure." And she glommed onto me 
in a big hug. How could I have said no?

"Don't you want to save some stuff for later?" I asked. 
"Should you really do everything all at once?"

"Oh, this isn't everything." she smiled. "I've got loads 
more."

A toilet flush was audible from the bathroom, and a 
moment later, Karen called out. "I'm ready for my escort 
to bed."

I opened the door and stuck my head in. "Amy recommended 
a shower to rinse off, so we're not itchy or sticky 
tomorrow."

Karen perked up. "That's a good idea, too. Ok, well, 
who's first?"

"Um." I blushed. "Us? Wanna make it three?"

Karen chuckled wryly and put her head in her hands. 
"Why, oh why, oh why, am I not surprised?" I opened the 
door further and stepped into the bathroom, and Amy 
followed behind me, shyly. Karen pointed a finger at 
her. "YOU," She said, "are full of mischief tonight."

Amy knelt beside her, and put her hands on Karen's knee. 
"No more sex tonight, I promise. I just didn't want to 
go to bed sweaty and sticky, and I didn't want to leave 
you that way either. I thought a hot shower would be 
really good, especially after all that... exercise. I 
can help you stand." She said politely. Karen softened, 
and smiled at her.

"I'm not mad, it's fine, I just... look, you guys go 
ahead. If you'll give me a warm washcloth I'll just wipe 
off for now." She ruffled Amy's hair. "You just keep 
surprising me tonight."

I reached into Karen's room and got her robe, while Amy 
started the shower running. "Wanna sit here and talk to 
us while we're showering? I'd love it if you did." I 
said.

Karen smiled, and nodded. Amy brought her a warm soapy 
washcloth, and fetched her towel. "I love you." Amy said 
to her, blushing. Karen was touched, I could tell. "I 
love you too, Amy." She said sincerely, and started 
swabbing her chin and neck while I stepped into the 
shower. Amy joined me in a moment, and we both took 
turns standing in the water to get wet.

"So what did Liu Si say last night? Can she come over?" 
Karen called. Amy's jaw dropped. "Oh shoot! I was 
supposed to call her back today! What time is it?!"

"It's too late to call her without getting her in 
trouble, I'll bet." I said, looking for the soap, which 
Amy held up and motioned for me to turn around. "Crap!" 
Amy spat.

As she began soaping my back, Amy sighed. "I was 
supposed to call her back tonight, because last night 
she asked her mom, who asked her dad, who said he was 
going to think about it." She moved down to my butt, and 
I placed my hands against the wall for balance. It was 
kind of like a massage, albeit wet and soapy.

"Ok, turn around." Amy said, and when I did, she stepped 
up to kiss me. "Thanks!" she said, and started 
soaping/massaging my chest. I sighed happily. It felt 
good, and I was tired.

She worked her way down to my genitalia, and was very 
gentle, getting her hands extremely soapy and then just 
kind of caressing me. "This is SO much fun." Amy 
murmured, giving me a little tug with a soapy hand.

"Is Will still awake?" Karen teased.

"Yeah." I mumbled. "You should try this, it's really 
nice." Amy motioned for me to raise my arms, and soaped 
my armpits, which actually felt weirder than getting my 
balls washed.

"I think I've had enough "really nice" for a day or 
two." Karen said. "I need time to recover from what has 
been an amazing three days." She paused, and Amy 
motioned for me to get into the spray and rinse off.

"I love you so much. Both of you." I said, and Amy 
sighed happily. I stuck my head under the shower, and 
just ruffled my hair some, to get the sweat out, but I 
didn't shampoo.

Wiping the water out of my eyes, I turned back to Amy. 
"Thank you, that WAS fun. Now I think I'll get out and 
let you have the shower to yourself."

She pouted a little, but called "Karen, will you dry 
him?"

"Sure," Karen called back, so I kissed Amy on the 
forehead and stepped out. Karen was still sitting on the 
toilet, and though now she was wearing her robe, and the 
lid was down. She brushed her hair with both hands, her 
head tilted to the side. "Hiya." She smiled.

"Hello, beautiful," I said, and walked over to her. She 
put her brush on the counter, held up her towel with 
both hands, and began vigorously drying my stomach, 
legs, and sides as I turned.

When we got to the equipment, she blushed and handed me 
the towel, and I carefully dried everything. "How are 
you doing?" I asked, and she smiled. "I can stand at 
least, and I got my robe on, but I'm not ready to run a 
marathon yet."

"Well, worry not. I'm going to carry you to your bed and 
tuck you in." I said, and she beamed. "That sounds 
pretty good."

Amy stepped out of the shower and bundled up in her own 
towel. "Could you do that for me, too?" She begged. 
"That sounds so cool." I nodded.

Now completely as dry as I was going to get, I helped 
Karen to her feet, and then swept her up in my arms, 
like a newlywed. She only weighs about 130-140 (128 lbs. 
-K.) so I had no trouble carrying her in to her bed, and 
gently laying her down on it. 

She sighed so happily, and sat up, removing her robe, 
once again exposing her gorgeous breasts and hips. 
Reaching under her pillow, she pulled out an old sports 
bra and some boxers. I took her robe and hung it on the 
back of her door, while she got into her pajamas. I 
sighed and grinned like an idiot.

She caught me appreciating and giggled. "Down, boy." I 
pouted, and she held up her arms for a hug. She clung to 
me tightly, and murmured "I love you so much. I can't 
believe how lucky we are."

"How lucky *I* am, you mean," I said, helping tuck her 
blankets around her, "to have such beautiful, kind, 
horny sisters." She laughed, and I kissed her goodnight.

When I got back to the bathroom, Amy was wearing a pair 
of white cotton panties with little butterflies on them, 
and a training bra. She held her hands up. "Carry me 
too?" She asked, looking excited.

I growled happily and swept her up in my arms also, and 
she gave a tiny squeal of delight, or fear, I don't 
know. As I carried her into her room, she sighed and 
rested her head against me, the very picture of 
contentment. "You were incredible tonight." She sighed.

"Not so bad yourself," I said gently, and laid her in 
her bed. She flopped around until she could drag some 
covers over herself. I helped, and tucked her in. Our 
kiss was soft and sweet.

As I got to the door to my room, I heard her speak 
again. "Will?"

"Yes?" I stopped and turned in the doorway.

"Am I still grounded?" her voice was tired. 

"Heh. No, you're not. Just don't... do that again." I 
finished, lamely.

She giggled. "I promise. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." I trudged to my room, dragged on a pair of 
undershorts, and crawled into bed. Sleep was quick, and 
absolute.

***
Chapter 8 - Rescuing Liu Si/Liu Si joins our family
***

The next morning dawned ok, I guess, but I slept through 
it. First official day of summer vacation, and I spent 
it as one should. Lazily.

I was awakened by Amy dancing into the room, big leaps 
and booming landings. She looked happy and very 
energetic. "Good morning, big brother!" She sang out.

"Guh morn." I mumbled, and tried to roll over. She 
hopped over to the edge of my bed and sat. "What would 
you like for breakfast? I'm makin' it."

"Uh," I said, still trying to wake up. Amy was wearing 
shorts, and a T-shirt that had a dinosaur on it that 
said RAWR!

"Eggs and cheese? Ok!" Amy chirped, laughing. I grinned. 
"I'll make toast." I volunteered.

Karen limped into the room from the bathroom. I winced. 
"Still limping?" I asked, trying to get my other eye 
open. 

"Not as bad," She said. "Plus, I didn't take it easy, 
did I? I got right back on the horse, so to speak."

"Oooh!" Amy said, excitedly. "That's what I'm going to 
call it when I can do it! Horsey rides!" I rolled my 
eyes.

Karen was dressed in light plaid capri's and a T-shirt 
that said "Visit The Mountains!" She looked rested, but 
still moved carefully when she sat on the edge of my 
bed. "What time is it?" I asked. "About ten thirty." 
Karen said. "How are you doing? Still in one piece?" She 
asked me, rubbing my knee under the sheet. I nodded. "I 
think it's all still there. No regrets, though."

"I called Liu Si!" Amy said, unable to hold it in any 
longer. "Her dad said she could come over if she did it 
tonight!"

"Honey, that's great." Karen said, smiling. I nodded. 
"You need to act normal, though. And no telling." 

Amy waved her hand at me as if I had said something 
ridiculous. "C'mon, what am I going to do? I'll be the 
soul of discretion." Karen tried to cover a grin.

Amy huffed. "I kept it a secret for two years when I was 
watching kiddy porn and spying on you. I think I can 
keep a secret for one night!" I held up my hand for 
peace. "I concede the point." I said, and Amy relaxed. I 
reached out for both their hands. "Well, my beautiful 
ladies, I am officially the happiest man on earth. Today 
is a great day."

"Let's go eat a big breakfast. I'll help." Karen said, 
and Amy nodded. "Then Will has to take us to the video 
store." "I do?" I asked, sitting up and trying to 
stretch.

"Yes, Liu Si is coming over and we need movies!" Amy 
said, throwing her arms up in a cheer. I squinted at 
her. She seemed really chipper.

Seeing me looking at her, she darted in and gave me a 
kiss on the lips, with a little flick of tongue. 
"Forgive me if I seem bubbly. All my dreams are coming 
true, that's all."

Karen laughed, but Amy looked at her wide-eyed, maybe 
exaggerating just a little. "No, really. You guys don't 
have to get me anything for Christmas this year, I'm all 
set!"

This got a laugh even from me, so I got myself out of 
bed and got some clothes on while they went downstairs, 
Amy in a thunderous avalanche of footsteps on the 
stairs, Karen carefully and slowly.

I put on some cargo shorts and a t-shirt that had a 
robot on it, and went downstairs to breakfast. Karen was 
washing dishes in the sink when I came in. Amy was 
getting our breakfast ready on the little island in the 
kitchen. "Dining room's still a mess from last night." 
Amy said.

"That's fine, we were busy." I said lightly, and went 
into the dining room to maybe fix some of it. I put the 
chairs back, and got a good look at the table cloth, 
which was really spotty. Amy had been lying on a silver 
platter, but Karen and I had not. You could see where I 
had lain, and where she had eventually collapsed. 
Apparently, too, I was still causing Karen to bleed a 
little bit. I winced.

In fact, Amy's platter was still in one of the chairs. I 
grabbed it (now dried) and took it into the kitchen. 
"Check it out." I said, grinning.

"Eww!" Amy said, embarrassed. "Gimme that!" I held it up 
away from her.

"You can see a little butt outline here." I teased. Amy 
threw her arms around me and I held the platter off to 
the side. "I think it's cute." I said defensively.

Karen deftly plucked it from my fingertips and put it in 
the sink. "Gotcha." She said, satisfied. Amy let go of 
me and stuck her tongue out. "Meanie." She said.

I sat down at the island with a sigh, and the girls 
joined me. "I can't wait to see Liu Si again!" Amy 
gushed, shoveling food into her mouth.

"Slow down, geez." Karen cautioned. "Why do you have to 
eat so fast?"

"She said she could come over as soon as I got there, so 
I'm in a little bit of a hurry." Amy explained, her 
mouth full.

"Well, you at least have to wait for Will, and he's not 
eating as fast." Karen reminded her.

Amy shot me an imploring look and took a huge bite of 
toast. I laughed, and tried to change the subject. "So 
they're just letting her leave in the middle of the day? 
I thought she usually had to wait until it was the end 
of the day, and there wasn't any more work to do."

Amy swallowed the toast with effort and nodded. "I don't 
know why, but I don't want to miss the chance." She 
rasped, grabbing her glass of milk and taking a huge 
drink.

"Amy!" Karen warned. "If you choke on your breakfast, 
it's going to ruin the rest of your day!"

Amy rolled her eyes, but settled down. Breakfast 
finished at a more normal pace.

We all got ourselves ready to go out, and piled into the 
car. As we passed the Klemp homestead, we noticed Lola's 
car was gone. "She must be at the hospital," Karen 
murmured.

We drove in silence for a while, until we got to the 
video place. Amy rushed in, but I sat in the car for a 
moment with Karen. "You ok?" I asked. She seemed to snap 
out of it, and smiled at me. "Yeah, just having a 
moment." She said, and unbuckled her seatbelt.

We went in and steered Amy away from the R-rated stuff, 
although I'm not sure why anymore. Probably because of 
violence and gore. The sex stuff isn't so much of a 
concern at this point.

She ended up getting The Princess Bride, which I have 
seen (and love) and some movie called D.E.B.S., which 
looked like a cross between Charlie's Angels and Spy 
Kids.

I asked Karen if she wanted anything, but she shrugged 
and held onto my arm. 

Next stop, Liu Si!

We got to the Dragon Garden at about 1:00, and Amy went 
in to get Liu Si. Karen took my hand. "Mrs. Klemp 
doesn't have very long." She said.

I nodded solemnly. "A week ago, I would have suggested 
that we invite Lola to live with us when it happened, 
but our situation has changed." Karen said. "For the 
better, of course, but now it leaves her out."

"Well, plus Dad made it clear he doesn't want her living 
there." I said. Karen blinked. "Oh, I forgot about 
that."

"Even though she's our legal guardian, he doesn't want 
anyone "freeloading" off of him, besides us." I said, 
with chagrin. 

"Besides Amy and me, you mean." Karen said. "He seems to 
get along with you ok."

I shrugged. Amy and Liu Si came out of the restaurant, 
holding hands and talking excitedly. Liu Si's luggage 
seemed to have been upgraded to a white kitchen garbage 
bag.

"Hel-loooo!" Liu Si sang as Karen got out to let her in 
the back seat. Karen gave her a hug as Amy dove into the 
car. "We missed you!" Karen said, and Liu Si beamed.

"I missed her more!" Amy called. "Get in here, you!" 

Liu Si giggled, clambering into the back seat and 
tackling Amy. "Aack!" Amy cried, and they both started 
laughing.

Karen put the seat back in place and climbed in. There 
was apparently lots of wrestling and tickling going on 
in the backseat, because there was uncontrollable 
laughter and someone kept kicking my seat. "OK, time to 
buckle up!" Karen called, and the frivolity subsided.

In the mirror, I could see Liu Si sit back with a sigh, 
and brush her hair out of her face. "It has been too 
long!" She said happily. "I missed you all so much!"

"Well, we missed you too." I smiled, prompting Amy to 
pipe up again. "I missed her MORE!"

"Wanna go to the park?" I asked, and after a hasty 
discussion, they all agreed.

When we got there, Amy and Liu Si took off at a dead 
run, and were soon flipping and leaping all over the 
other playground equipment. Karen and I sat on the 
swings, and just barely swung back and forth.

"Um," I said, first making sure there was no one nearby. 
"I saw more blood on the tablecloth. Are you ok?"

Karen blushed immediately. "Yes, I'm fine. Do we have to 
talk about this?"

"Well, I mean, it makes me feel bad." I said, looking at 
her.

"Look, you're really big, and I'm... not used to it yet, 
so there will be a little bit of that until my body is 
used to it. Everything feels great, and it doesn't 
really hurt, so much as..." She faltered.

"It hurts?" I asked, concerned.

"No, it's more like..." She stared at the sky for a 
moment, arranging her thoughts. "It's like every time 
you slip it in, my body goes "Whoa, that's not supposed 
to be here!" and for a moment it feels really weird. 
THEN, it starts feeling good, and then it starts feeling 
REALLY, REALLY! good, but right at first, it's a bit of 
a jump."

"Does that mean we need more foreplay?" I asked, and she 
giggled. "No, I'm always super wet, it's just that 
something that big inserted somewhere that small takes a 
few seconds to adjust. Plus, we keep aggravating the 
over-stretching from the first time. It'll get better. 
Don't feel bad. I'm totally happy." She reached out and 
took my hand, and I started to feel better.

"I love you." I said after a few minutes of comfortable 
silence.

"I know." She smiled. "And I love you right back."

She and I just sat there, swinging idly, while Amy and 
Kiu Si played and ran themselves into a state of near 
exhaustion. Amy hooked a foot jumping off the jungle gym 
and skinned her elbow pretty good, not bleeding, but 
coming damn close. Liu Si remained unscathed, but both 
of them looked beat as they trudged back to us.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Amy squinted at me.

"No." I said honestly. "What?"

"Slurpees?" She asked. Sounded good, so I agreed. I got 
to my feet and stretched, Karen kicked off and gave 
herself one good swing, and then skidded to a stop.

"What are Slur-pees?" Liu Si asked as we walked back to 
the car. I noticed that she had wood chips in the back 
of her hair, so I brushed them out with my fingers.

"Wait'll you try one!" Amy crowed. "I recommend blue!"

Liu Si looked more confused, so I told her. "It's a 
drink, like a milkshake, only instead of being like ice 
cream you can drink, it's like a crushed popsicle or 
freeze-pop. More icy than creamy."

She looked thoughtful, and then smiled. "That sounds 
good." she said. I beeped the car, and she and Amy got 
in the back. Karen gave me a smile while we waited for 
them, and I SO wanted to kiss her right then, but we 
were in public, so I had to wait. In the days to come, I 
learned a lot about restraint.

We stopped at (Convenience store owned by large grocery 
chain) and got slurpees. I got orange cream, Karen got a 
suicide (that means everything mixed), and Amy and Liu 
Si both alternated between blue and Mountain Dew until 
their cups ranneth over.

On the way to the car, we forgot to warn Liu Si about 
brain freeze, so by the time we had gotten in and 
situated, she had drunk two inches off the top of hers 
and was clutching her head and wailing.

"Aaahhhaaa!" She cried, her bluish tongue sticking out, 
"why does it huuuuuuurt?"

Amy was half concerned, half laughing. "Close your 
mouth, breathe IN through your nose, and out slowly 
through your lips."

She did so, and was soon ok again. "Why does it do 
that?" she asked, a little angrily, as if betrayed. "I 
don't know." Amy admitted.

"I just saw this on TV," Karen said. "The blood vessels 
in your mouth or throat go right past a nerve that 
controls pain in your head, so when the blood vessels 
shrink from the cold, they jiggle the nerve, and the 
brain interprets it as pain, or something like that."

Liu Si looked askance at her drink, but Amy reassured 
her. "Just drink it slowly, and you'll be fine."

So in a car that smelled like two sweaty nine-year-olds, 
we arrived home. (Not that it was THAT bad, but it was 
noticeable enough to mention. -W.) Amy must have noticed 
it, because upon getting out of the car, she stretched 
and made a face. "I think I'm going to jump in the pool, 
and get un-sweaty."

Liu Si had finally reached the bottom of her Slurpee 
cup, and was tamping her straw up and down, trying to 
get that last wad of ice that never comes out. She 
squinted at Amy, who grinned. "You can borrow my other 
suit again! Wanna join me?" Amy asked, and Liu Si smiled 
and nodded. They ran off into the house, leaving me to 
carry in Liu Si's luggage.

The minute I was sure they were gone, I put an arm 
around Karen's waist and pulled her close to me. She 
gave a tiny happy squeal, and I kissed her neck. She 
whimpered, and grabbed me. "Yay!"

I kissed her again, on the lips this time, and she 
returned my attention with enthusiasm.

"I wanted to do that at the park, but it was too 
public." I said. She smiled and squeezed me. "Was it 
worth the wait?" She purred. I just gave her an evil 
smile in response.

"I think we need to take tonight off," she said, "or at 
least I do. Well, with Liu Si here, we should all be on 
our best behavior." I agreed. I was still fucked out 
from the last three nights, and besides, it was only one 
day and night.

I carried the trash bag inside, watching Karen's ass the 
whole way. She caught me looking and giggled, giving it 
a little extra oomph as she strutted inside. "Better 
now?" She smiled.

"Maybe a little worse," I said, wiggling my eyebrow. She 
gave a happy little shiver and stepped up to whisper in 
my ear. "Knowing you're looking makes me happy."

"You're so beautiful, I really can't help it." I 
whispered back, and she punched my arm lightly.

I put Liu Si's trash bag on the couch, and went upstairs 
to my room, to find two girls in the bathroom, 
chattering happily in English and Chinese. The door was 
open, and I got a glimpse of Liu Si's naked back. 
"Oops!" I said, turning back to my room quickly. 
"Sorry!"

There was a burst of giggling, and Amy jokingly called 
me a Peeping Tom. I called to her that she should shut 
the door when they were changing. In a few moments, they 
thundered downstairs, and I was able to pee without 
interruption. (Here's a note on politeness. In the 
daytime, I pee standing up, as a man should. At night, 
when it's dark, I will often sit down to pee, that way I 
don't have to turn on the light and blind myself, and I 
know I won't miss. Since I share the bathroom with two 
girls, I try to leave the seat down at all times.)

I strolled back downstairs to find Karen in the kitchen, 
watching out the window as the girls ran around with the 
bug scooper. "I know Amy can swim like a fish, but I 
don't think she could pull Liu Si out if she needed to. 
Do you want to be the lifeguard? I'll make us all some 
lemonade and bring it out."

I put my arms around her waist from behind and put my 
chin on her shoulder. "Sure," I murmured, right against 
her neck, and she shivered happily. I released her and 
got my book (which I think at the time was The 
Neutronium Alchemist) and went outside. I dragged a 
chair into a shady spot and sat down to read.

Amy and Liu Si just splashed around and squealed and 
shot squirt guns everywhere, tried to drown a june bug, 
practiced holding their breath, mostly staying in the 
shallow end for Liu Si's sake.

It seemed like no time at all, Karen was there with a 
big jug of lemonade, and we passed the afternoon in a 
most agreeable fashion.

Later, it was almost time for supper. I stood and 
cracked my back, and dragged my chair back over where it 
belonged. Amy called from where she and Liu Si were 
floating around on some pool noodles. "Can we grill hot 
dogs for supper?"

I looked at Karen, who shrugged and nodded. "Sure." I 
said, and began fetching wood for the outdoor fireplace, 
and setting the grill over it.

Karen went inside and started running the hot dogs under 
hot water (they had been in the freezer.) Amy and Liu Si 
climbed out of the pool and ran inside, shivering.

Soon, I had hot dogs on the grill, Karen had fries in 
the oven, Amy was making a salad or something. Liu Si 
had drifted outside, and was watching the fire cook the 
hot dogs. It was turning into evening, but the sun had 
not yet dropped below the trees.

"This one needs to turn over!" Liu Si said, concerned, 
and I simply handed her the tongs. She took them with 
glee, and with her tongue stuck out in concentration, 
endeavored to roll the hot dog over into the next grid.

"May I ask you a question?" She said presently. (With 
her accent, it sounded like she had said "quesshion.")

"Shoot." I said, and then when she looked at me 
confused, I said "Go ahead and ask."

"What is it like to grow up without parents?" She did 
not look at me, as if ashamed of the question, 
concentrating on the hot dogs. I took a deep breath and 
looked up at the sky.

"Well..." I began, and then stopped. I didn't know the 
answer to her question, because I didn't really know 
what it was like to grow up WITH parents either. Mom 
seemed so long ago, that the daily particulars have 
mostly faded, besides the occasional drama-soaked 
crisis. 

"Well, we learned pretty quick that we can't eat ice 
cream all day and stay up late, and if nobody cleans the 
house it gets really gross, so it's not like every day 
is play day. There's nobody to talk to if you're scared, 
and if you need to know the answer to something you have 
to go find it out yourself. We have each other, so we 
never get all that lonely, but... I think you are 
luckier to have parents than we are to not have them."

Liu Si thought for a moment, and then shook her head 
slowly. "I think I would rather live the way you live. 
My mother seems nice, but she is very strict, and always 
too busy to be with me. And I have to admit I am afraid 
of my father. He has never been kind to me, only 
disapproving."

"Sorry." I said, but she smiled and shook her head. "I 
am above it."

"I think you mean you're 'over it.' It means that it 
doesn't bother you anymore." I said.

"Correct." Liu Si said, and pushed another hot dog 
around.

Amy came out and called over. "Zhihao? Is he making you 
cook?" (Best friend.)

"I wanted to." Liu Si called back. "Do you *also* like 
yours burnt?" She winked at me.

"Yeah!" Amy said, completely unfooled. "I like them on 
fire."

"Good!" Liu Si said, as Amy reached her. "I will try to 
catch one on fire for you."

They both laughed, and Karen came outside. "Where are we 
eating? Inside or outside?" She asked.

Amy shrugged, so I voted for inside. That seemed 
acceptable to all, so I gathered the hot dogs and we all 
went inside. The table cloth was long gone, and the room 
showed no traces of having been used in a sex marathon 
last night. Just sitting at the table reminded me. I 
could tell that Karen and Amy had the same thought, 
because when Liu Si wasn't looking, Amy would make eye 
contact with me and lick the end of her hot dog 
suggestively, with a grin. Karen rolled her eyes and 
shot Amy a look.

Soon, supper was over, and I helped Amy and Liu Si get 
the mattress downstairs. Amy went and got a new sheet to 
put on it, which turned out to be pink. She and Liu Si 
began making popcorn and kool-aid, and Karen and I 
drifted out to the couch, where I turned on the TV, and 
she cuddled against me.

"I love you," I murmured to her as we settled down. She 
grinned at me in response.

Amy and Liu Si straggled in, armed with popcorn and 
recycled bottles of kool-aid. (bottles have lids, and 
don't spill if kicked over.) They made themselves 
comfortable, and we watched The Princess Bride. I don't 
like Fred Savage, so that part always bores me, but man, 
that sword fight between Indigo and the Dread Pirate 
Roberts is sweet!

Indigo is basically awesome throughout. "Hello, my name 
is Indigo Montoya. You keeled my father. Prepare to 
die." That part always gets me.

Plus, Andre the Giant is cool. "I AM DUH DWEAD PIWATE 
WOBEWTS!"

Ok, ok, back to the story. We watched to the end of 
that, and then Karen and I said our goodbyes, and headed 
upstairs, where we shared a kiss that would have made 
the list from the movie. Then we trudged off to bed. 

Later I awoke to a loud slap, and got up to find the 
girls scrambling around the hot tub, moving the cover 
off and turning up the bubbles. Amy was wearing her 
robe, and Liu Si had on a large t-shirt. After throwing 
a few toys in, Amy put their towels on a chair, and took 
off her robe. She was completely naked underneath. The 
sound from the hot tub on full blast made it difficult 
for me to hear what they were whispering, but she 
beckoned Liu Si over, and lifted the shirt off over her 
head.

Liu Si was also naked. My jaw almost hit the floor. She 
modestly tried to cover herself, but Amy took her hand 
and led her to the hot tub, where she helped her climb 
in. In the moonlight, I could see hint of a tiny poof of 
hair on Liu Si's mons. There was starting to be "grass 
on the field."

At first I was very concerned about this added 
development, but I began to calm down. Amy obviously had 
Liu Si's cooperation, and all they were doing was naked 
hot-tubbing. Like I haven't seen that a million times on 
the internet. Girls just wanna have fun, right?

I decided to butt out, and as they snuggled into the 
warm water, I went back to bed and tried to quit 
thinking the worst.

* It turns out Amy had a hidden agenda almost from the 
moment Liu Si got permission to come over, but I will 
share that with you at the same time I found out about 
it. *

In the morning, I got up and took a shower, because I 
had work that afternoon, and headed downstairs. Both 
girls were sitting on the mattress awake, although 
looking severely sleep deprived. Amy's hair was all flat 
on one side, and Liu Si looked like she had been dragged 
backwards through a bush, as they say.

Both girls perked up a bit when I came downstairs, but 
neither seemed very talkative. "We were up all night," 
Amy said, and Liu Si blushed and looked exhausted. "Do 
you think we could grab a quick nap?"

"No sleep at all?" I asked, surprised. Karen came down 
the stairs behind me.

"Too busy." Amy grunted. 

"Movies," Liu Si added, and yawned.

"We're not hungry, we'll just... rest a little." Amy 
said, laying back down. Liu Si snuggled right up against 
her, and soon they were both practically asleep.

Karen and I walked into the kitchen and slid the doors. 
"Geez," Karen said. "They look like crap."

"They made it all night," I shrugged. "I heard them in 
the hot tub at about 2am."

"Really?" Karen asked, quite surprised. "Wow. They do 
live the wild life."

We ate a quiet breakfast, she occasionally brushing my 
shin with her toes, and me enjoying it. We let the girls 
sleep until there was just enough time to get cleaned up 
before leaving, and I went in and woke them gently. They 
both yawned and grumbled, but got up and got dressed. 
Amy promised to clean everything up the minute she got 
home, so we let the mess slide temporarily.

We (Amy, Liu Si, and I) piled into the car, and took 
off. It was getting close to my work deadline, so I 
needed to get her there and Amy back as best I could. 
Halfway there, I noticed that they were holding hands. 
They did so all the way to the restaurant.

"Bye, zhihao!" Amy called, as Liu Si jumped out. Liu Si 
waved and ran towards the front door. I pulled out of 
the parking lot just as she was going inside. No time 
for long goodbyes. Work awaits.

I took Amy back home and immediately headed for work. 
Halfway there, my cell phone rang. I took the call, 
expecting it to be Karen or Amy, or even Lola, but much 
to my surprise it was Liu Si.

"Will, you have to help me!" She sobbed in anguish. 
"Please!"

"What's wrong?!" I said quickly.

"My parents are gone!" She wailed. I was shocked.

"Like GONE gone, or just not there right now?" I said, 
still a bit stunned.

"All of their belongings are gone, and they are not 
here! I think they have been sent away!" She cried. "I 
cannot stay here!"

"I'm coming to get you. Just sit tight," I said, quickly 
turning the car around.

"Meet me at the back! I will run out as soon as I see 
you! Hurry!" She said, and hung up.

"I'm hurrying, darlin'," I said grimly, and sped back 
towards town.

I called Timpanelli Pizza Subs and Wings! and told them 
that due to a family emergency I wasn't sure what time I 
would be in that afternoon. Pops wasn't happy. "Will, 
you used to be my most reliable driver. What happened?"

"Sorry, sir, but right now we're in the middle of a 
major emergency." I said, still driving fast.

"Fine. We'll talk later," he said, annoyed, and hung up.

As I got into town, I began to hear sirens. At first I 
had the panicked thought that maybe I was getting pulled 
over, but there was no one behind me. I decided to slow 
down and try to stick to the back streets.

I pulled down the little one-way alley behind the 
restaurant/nail salon and stopped the car near the 
dumpster, where I hoped to be at least partially out of 
sight from the rear doors, which were propped open. I 
noted several saucers of food placed on the pavement 
within a yard or so of the open doors. "That can't be 
good," I said to myself. It looked like someone was 
trying to attract animals.

A black trash bag came hurtling down out of the sky and 
just missed my hood. I heard it hit the busted asphalt 
with a kind of a *whud.* I leaned way forward and looked 
up from the windshield, to see Liu Si clambering down 
the fire escape from the third floor, moving as fast as 
she could, her long hair swinging in her face and being 
batted about by the weak breeze.

I opened the door to call out to her, and several things 
happened in a very short amount of time.

Liu Si shouted, "Don't stop the motor!"

Several people came running out of the back door of the 
restaurant, turning to look back inside and shouting.

Something large, I'm guessing a chair or a small wooden 
crate, came smashing out of a third-story window, which 
quickly began to emit large puffs of greasy black smoke. 
The building was ON FIRE!

Right as I absorbed this fact, a man stuck his head out 
of the window at the top of the fire escape, and shouted 
angrily at Liu Si. She ignored him, concentrating on 
climbing down. His head vanished, instead to be replaced 
by a leg as he climbed out after her. 

He appeared to be between 40 and 45, and was dressed in 
a red basketball jersey emblazoned with the logo of Ecko 
Unltd. I could see jewelry glinting on his fingers as he 
tried to follow her, although his agility was obviously 
far less than hers. He continued to shout at her, his 
face getting darker with the exertion of the climb down 
and the tirade.

I could hear sirens coming closer, and more people came 
running out of the door to stand in the alleyway, 
staring up at the building.

Liu Si reached the second floor of the fire escape, 
where the big hinged stairway was supposed to pivot 
towards the ground. She ran out along the horizontal 
staircase, although her weight was not enough to make it 
unlatch and lower down. 

She quickly knelt at the end, grabbed a handhold 
somehow, and flipped over the end so she was dangling 
from her hands. She then quickly let go and dropped the 
last four feet or so to the alley. Like a flash, she was 
at my passenger door, panic and fear on her face. She 
heaved the trash bag into the back seat and leaped into 
the car. "Please go!" she wailed.

The man on the fire escape had begun yelling at the 
restaurant personnel clustered in the alley, and a few 
of them looked our way. A few of the older men shook 
their heads, but the younger ones seemed to be 
listening. One or two stepped out into the lane and 
began walking towards us, preventing me from driving 
forward.

I shifted into reverse and started backing out as 
quickly as I could, which thankfully was pretty quick, 
as the alley wasn't all that narrow. I quickly 
outdistanced the cooks, and began looking for a break in 
the meager traffic long enough for me to back out, 
shift, and drive away.

Beside me, Liu Si gasped. I glanced back to see the guy 
who had been chasing her hit the last section of the 
fire escape. He began down the horizontal stair section, 
which snapped loose and began to bend down. Obviously 
this sudden move caught him by surprise, as he stumbled 
badly. 

A second later the end of the metal stairs hit the edge 
of the incorrectly placed dumpster, stopping with a 
jolt, turning his stumble into a headlong topple over 
the tiny railing. He fell off the fire escape, still a 
good seven feet off the ground. It looked like he landed 
with one leg under him, one leg out to the side, but he 
hit pretty hard.

Liu Si gave a tiny squeal of terror, but I looked back, 
saw the opening in traffic I had been looking for, 
backed out, and sped away.

Liu Si sat in the passenger seat, sobbing, curled into a 
little ball.

On our way out of town, we passed no less than two fire 
trucks and three police cars, all with lights blazing 
and sirens roaring, heading back towards the fire.

As we drove, I put my arm around Liu Si, who immediately 
latched onto my right side and buried her face in my 
shoulder. "Whoa, hey, you need to buckle up." I said. 
She did so, but kept a hold of my right hand, clutched 
in her lap, as she leaned on my arm, crying.

"What happened?" I asked. "Where did the fire come 
from?"

Liu Si wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Tien 
Fe started it."

"Who?" I asked.

"Remember I told you that an older girl who worked in 
the nail salon took away my butterfly hair band and 
broke it? It was she who started the fire." Liu Si said, 
sad and angry.

"Why?" I asked, but Liu Si just shuddered and cried 
more. A moment later, she gave herself the hiccups.

All the way home, she just clutched at my hand, kneading 
it gently in her distress. After a while, she started to 
calm down, but she didn't let go, and she didn't stop 
sniffling. Some of the turns to get home were a little 
difficult, one-handed, but she obviously needed my hand 
more than I did.

We pulled into the back driveway and I killed the 
engine. Immediately, she was in my lap, hugging me 
tightly, crying again. I held her, trying to think of 
something to say. Nothing came. All I can specifically 
remember is that her hair smelled nice, like Amy's 
shampoo.

"Wanna go inside?" I asked. She shook her head and clung 
to me tighter.

"Amy would love to see you," I pointed out. She nodded 
and began moving, at first I thought to get up, but she 
turned and put the palm of her hand against my cheek, 
and looked up into my eyes.

"You saved me." She said, her voice a bit hoarse from 
all the crying. I gently shook my head, but she sniffed 
again, and nodded. "Yes, you did. I do not know how to 
thank you."

I gave her a light squeeze. (She was in my lap after 
all.) "Forget about it. You really needed help, of 
course I'm going to be there."

She leaned forward quickly and shyly kissed my cheek. "I 
will never forget it." She told me solemnly.

"Time to go inside!" I yelped.

Amy must have heard the car pull in, because she met us 
on the back patio. "OH MY GOD! It's on the news!!" She 
had obviously been crying, but she grabbed onto Liu Si 
desperately, and the two of them cried so hard they 
almost fell down. I kind of held them up as they wailed. 
Liu si was crying harder than ever, and speaking rapidly 
in Chinese.

"That bastard!" Amy snarled, wiping tears away.

"Hey," I protested weakly. "language."

Amy spat a long string of syllables in Chinese that made 
Liu Si give a quick snort of laughter as she wiped her 
nose.

"That's not exactly what I meant," I said.

"Come inside! Karen's been freaking out too!" Amy said, 
and hauled the two of us inside, where Karen was perched 
on the couch, watching the news with huge eyes. Seeing 
us, she leapt up and ran over, grabbing Liu Si in a big 
hug. "Oh, honey, I thought we'd lost you!" She began 
crying, and Liu Si and Amy both started up again. They 
rocked back and forth for a while, Amy kinda hugged up 
on the outside of the Karen/Liu Si hug. 

"What about your parents? Are they ok?" Karen said. I 
winced, and went to make some kind of hand signal, but 
Amy piped up. 

"Her parents left her there. They were long gone when 
she got back today." Amy's voice was cold with anger.

Karen's jaw dropped. "What?!"

Liu Si nodded, but Amy spoke again. "Her parents had 
packed and left when she was sleeping over. She got home 
to an empty room, and the owner of the shops told her 
she was coming to live at his house." Amy shuddered.

Karen hugged her close again, and they all stood in 
sniffly silence.

After a few moments of this, Liu Si spoke up. "I need to 
pee."

Karen let go of her, and smoothed Liu Si's hair with her 
fingers. "Sorry, I just... I'm so glad to see you."

Liu Si smiled weakly. "Me too, but I really really have 
to pee!" She hopped a little.

"I'll go with you!" Amy announced, and they thundered 
off down the hallway, still holding hands.

Karen wiped her eyes, walked over, put her arms around 
my waist and kissed me firmly. "Thank you so much."

"There's no need to thank me," I said.

"You saved the day. Look at this." She gestured at the 
TV, which was showing video of flames shooting out of 
windows. The camera zoomed out to show the front of the 
two shops, barely recognizable with all the smoke and 
fire. "Was it doing that when you were there?"

"Not so much. I saw some smoke, and some people running 
out, but no fire." I sat on the couch. "I hope everyone 
got out ok."

Karen sat next to me and rubbed my knee. "You are 
totally my hero all over again."

I shrugged. "I was just in the right place at the right 
time."

Karen smiled. "Sometimes that's all it takes. I love 
you."

"I love you too," I said.

"Wait till Amy realizes that this means Liu Si gets to 
live here now. She's going to explode." Karen grinned. 
"All she's been able to think about is how to get Liu Si 
to stay, and you bring her right home again."

"Oh geez." I grinned back.

Karen turned up the volume on the TV, and the on-scene 
reporter was just saying "The blaze started at the nail 
salon, but investigators say that it seems to have 
spread too quickly."

They cut to an older guy standing there in a grubby 
shirt, probably a firefighter of some kind: "The two 
buildings are built out of brick, so the fire should 
have stayed contained in the nail shop, but due to what 
appears to be some extensive remodeling of the upper 
floors, the fire was able to spread over because of 
doorways cut into the center wall between them, which is 
against code. That center wall is SUPPOSED to function 
as a firebreak. This was all done apparently without a 
permit."

The camera cut back to the reporter. "Also of concern is 
the number of employees evacuated from the apartments 
above the two shops. The fire marshal tells us that 
these apartments were only supposed to house up to 
twelve individuals, but first responders to the blaze 
found as many as 28 people already outside, or in the 
process of evacuation."

A quick shot of cooks and manicurists milling around, 
looking up at the flames. "State police are questioning 
the evacuees, in order to establish their identities and 
immigration status, but my sources tell me that progress 
is slow. Also, they are seeking the owner of the 
businesses as a "person of interest" in this case. 
Ironically, he seems to have been here earlier, because 
MediRescue EMT's tell me that they gave him emergency 
treatment for a badly sprained ankle, but the police 
were unable to subsequently locate him for help with 
their inquiries."

A laughable police sketch followed on-screen, with a 
telephone number displayed across the bottom of the 
image.

"Ankle, huh?" I said. "Good for him."

"What happened?" Karen said, looking at me.

"There was an older guy in expensive clothes chasing Liu 
Si down the fire escape when I got there," I said. 
"Right before we left, we saw him fall off the ladder 
into the alleyway."

Karen covered her mouth. "Wow."

Amy and Liu Si walked sedately back into the room, Amy's 
arm around Liu Si's shoulders possessively. "She forgot 
her bag in your car," Amy said. I jumped up and got my 
keys out. 

They followed me into the kitchen. "You could just beep 
it from here," Amy said. I did so, and Liu Si went out 
onto the patio, headed for the car.

Amy tugged on my shirt. "Bend down a little." She said 
firmly. When I did, she threw her arms around my neck 
and gave me a huge hug. "You saved my best friend's 
life. I love you so much." Amy said, beginning to cry 
again. "I'm going to figure out some way to thank you. 
Like a million back rubs, or I'll do all your chores 
forever. Plus," She whispered in my ear, "I am so gonna 
fuck your brains out."

"No," I said, severely weighed down by an excited girl. 
"That's not nec-"

"Shut up," Amy said. "I really mean it. I'm gonna INVENT 
new things to do."

We disentangled gently. "You don't have to do that," I 
said. "I would have helped her no matter what."

"You gave me everything I wanted most in the world. You 
accepted my love. You brought me Liu Si, to live here!" 
She said excitedly. "I WILL reward you."

"AHA!" Amy's eyes lit up, and giving me an evil grin, 
she turned slightly, struck a pose, and swatted herself 
on the butt.

"What?" I said, slightly nervous.

"I've got it," she said with evil glee, but Liu Si was 
returning with her trash bag, so Amy put her finger to 
her lips, with a smile.

"This is everything I have left in the world. A trash 
bag," Liu Si said sadly.

"We'll get you new clothes and stuff," I said. "Don't 
you worry."

"You mean I can stay?" Liu Si's jaw dropped, fresh tears 
welling in her eyes.

"Of COURSE!" Amy said. I nodded.

Liu Si clutched her trash bag and jumped up and down, 
starting to cry all over again. Amy reached out to her, 
but she dropped her trash bag and threw her arms around 
me. "I was so frightened! I didn't even let myself hope 
that you would let me really stay. You would let me live 
here until I found my parents." I held her gently.

"Did you think we were going to throw you out?" I asked.

"I do not know. I thought I might have to go to a home 
for orphans or something. I was so worried. This is so 
meihao!" (wonderful) She laughed and wiped her eyes. "I 
must thank you properly."

She let go of me, and before we could stop her, she got 
down on her knees and placed her hands and forehead on 
the kitchen floor. "Thank you so much for your 
hospitality and generosity. I am unworthy of such 
kindness. Xie xie ni." (Thank you.)

I was severely embarrassed by this point. I leaned down 
and helped her up. "Stop that. Nobody has to kowtow to 
anybody here."

"Kowtow?" She asked, confused. Oh yeah, kowtow is a 
Japanese word, not Chinese. At least I think it's 
Japanese.

"You don't have to grovel or beg on the floor. Welcome 
to our family." I said. She hugged me with a 
surprisingly strong grip, then she and Amy both squealed 
and hugged each other while jumping up and down.

Karen came into the kitchen. "What's going on in here?" 
she laughed, half nervous, half amused.

"Will said I can stay here!" Liu Si cried happily. 

"Of course you can oof!" Karen began, but Liu Si grabbed 
her in a tight hug as well. 

"Jie-jie!" (big sister) Liu Si said, "I am so happy!"

Karen laughed, but struggled to retain her balance. 
"Careful!"

"We are SO having a party!" Amy smirked. 

"Well first I want to hear what all happened after Liu 
Si got back. The restaurant and nail salon BURNT DOWN 
for goodness sake." I said. The mood sobered 
considerably. "Let's go sit down in the living room, and 
she can fill us in."

We trooped into the living room and sat down on the big 
couch. Amy and Karen sat down and placed Liu Si between 
them, and I sat across from them in the recliner so I 
could see them without having to keep my head turned 
sideways.

"When I got back home, I went up to my parent's room, 
and it was empty." Liu Si began. "At first I was 
confused, I thought I had gone into the wrong room, but 
I had not. My parents, and what few belongings we had 
were all gone. Before I could turn around, Tien Fe was 
standing in the doorway. She must have been waiting for 
me to get home, so she could gloat."

"Who is Tien Fe?" Karen asked.

"She is an older girl who works in the nail salon. I 
think she is about 16. She is the one who stole and 
broke the butterfly hair band that Amy gave me. She 
thinks she is beautiful, but she has shoulders like a 
man, and a big round moon face."

"Oh." Karen said. Amy rubbed Liu Si's knee.

"Tien Fe said that my parents left right after you 
picked me up. She said that they must have forgotten me, 
and that she could not blame them, because there is 
nothing special about me to make me worth remembering."

"She is such a liar!" Amy growled. "You're the 
greatest."

Liu Si smiled at her weakly, then continued. "Before I 
could even think of an answer to say to her, Kai Long 
swept into the room behind her and announced to me that 
I was to live at his house as his "special niece." He 
said that all of my clothing had already been moved 
there, and that we were leaving very soon. He said it 
all with this sickening smile that made me feel very 
frightened."

Liu Si swallowed, then went on. "When he said all of 
this, Tien Fe's jaw dropped and she looked very shocked. 
"What about ME?" She demanded. "You said I was coming to 
live with you!" He angrily tried to silence her, saying 
he had changed his mind, and that he didn't need her 
after all. She said that she had done all of those 
things he asked her to do, and what man would want to 
marry her now. He said that was her problem, and that he 
COULD send her someplace where she would have to do 
those things all day."

"Geez," I said, and Karen and Amy both looked a little 
shocked.

"Tien Fe started crying and ran out of the room. Kai 
Long then approached me and tried to reach out and touch 
my shoulder, but I backed away into the corner, and I 
think I started to cry. This didn't seem to bother him, 
he just smiled and told me that in time, I would come to 
love him, but until then, I would need to learn "what 
was expected of me." He said he would teach me the 
things I would have to do to make him happy. I know he 
wasn't talking about housework." She shuddered again.

"Someone came running down the hall, shouting that Tien 
Fe was breaking things down in the nail salon, so Kai 
Long swore and told me to stay right there and wait 
until he got back. This was when I snuck downstairs to 
the restaurant kitchen and called you, Will." She gave 
me a very pretty smile, and continued. Amy and Karen 
both gave me beautiful smiles as well.

"Apparently the fire had already started when Kai Long 
got down there, because he was gone for about five 
minutes. I got my bag and waited near the top of the 
fire escape, because the bottom floors were getting very 
loud and chaotic. Will got there so fast!" She beamed at 
me.

"I threw my bag out of the top floor window, and started 
down the fire escape. Kai Long stuck his head out a 
moment later and started shouting at me to stop and come 
back, and that I was going to be punished a lot for 
running away from him. Then I got in the car and he fell 
off the fire escape." She gave a little shrug.

Karen put her arm around her. "I'm so sorry about your 
parents, but we're glad you're here with us."

Liu Si smiled and hugged her back. Suddenly, she got up, 
ran over to me, and kissed me on the cheek. "You are my 
hero!" She said, and giggled as she ran back to the 
couch. When she sat down, she was blushing. Amy and 
Karen both laughed, although Amy shot me what almost 
seemed like a warning look.

"So what happened to work?" Karen asked me after a 
moment. Crap.

I got up and found my keys. "I gotta go in. I'll be back 
later."

"Goodbye Will, and thank you so much." Liu Si said, 
still blushing.

"See you later." Karen grinned at me. Amy saluted.

The drive to work felt like it took forever. The whole 
day felt off now, twisted, off-kilter. I just knew I 
wasn't going to be able to think about anything else 
besides Liu Si and that fire.

Work went badly. I tripped on a rock and dropped a pizza 
on someone's sidewalk, then absent-mindedly took a 
second pizza to the house I had just left, instead of 
the proper address. Pops asked me if I was high. I 
couldn't tell him how my life had changed in just the 
past few days, so I just shook my head. Getting home at 
the end of my shift was a godsend.

I got home right before 11:00, but every light in the 
house was on, and Lola's convertible was in the 
driveway. I went inside to find Amy in the kitchen 
getting ice in a cup. Amy was wearing an old Tinkerbelle 
t-shirt that said "Sassy!" and was about two sizes too 
small. The shirt was extremely tight, and repeated 
washing had made it nearly transparent. She was also 
wearing a ruffled denim skirt that was from when she was 
eight. The result made her legs look a mile long.

"He's home!" She shouted, to cheers from the living 
room. She grinned at me, and grabbed my hand, leading me 
into the living room.

Lola and Karen were sitting on the main couch, Liu Si 
was sitting on the floor on a pillow near Karen's feet, 
and another unoccupied pillow lay near Lola.

"Hey, Hero." Lola called, her beautiful smile giving me 
a little zing down my back. "They told me about your 
rescue today. That was pretty amazing." Lola was wearing 
dress slacks and a shimmery silver blouse that tied 
around her neck, leaving her shoulders bare.

"It wasn't much," I blushed. "I just did what anybody 
would have done."

Liu Si blushed at me prettily. "You are still a hero." 
She was seated demurely with her legs under her, wearing 
a white linen pair of Amy's shorts, and a white 
spaghetti strap tank top that tied on her shoulders. She 
looked very virginal. "You look nice," I said, and she 
blushed again.

"You ALL look very nice." I said, as Amy dragged me over 
and planted me on the couch between Karen and Lola.

"You look kinda disheveled." Karen smiled. "How was 
work?"

"Not good. After tonight, I don't think I'm employee of 
the month anymore. I couldn't get my mind off of Liu Si 
and what happened, and I screwed up a lot." I said. Lola 
entwined her fingers in mine and patted the back of my 
hand. Karen put her arm in mine.

"We were going to watch the 11:00 news and see if they 
caught the owner yet." Amy said, sitting on the pillow 
at Lola's feet and crunching an ice cube. Lola winced, 
and then smiled at me. "I hate that sound." she 
whispered right in my ear, tickling my ear lobe.

The news came on, and we watched while other stories got 
reported. A shooting here, highway construction there, 
this political candidate viciously attacked this other 
one, even though they were in the same party, etc. Karen 
put her head on my shoulder, and Lola proceeded to keep 
her fingers entwined with mine, tracing doodles on the 
back of my hand with her free hand. Even with Karen 
snuggled up against my left side, Lola was still pretty 
distracting.

Finally, the news anchor reported a fire in our town, 
and they cut to this afternoon's footage of flames 
shooting out of windows. The information itself was the 
same until an interview with an eyewitness came on. The 
screen showed a close-up of an elderly woman who was 
speaking animatedly into the microphone held by the 
reporter.

"We was just sittin' there, gettin' our nails done when 
this girl comes storming in and sits down at her 
workstation. She didn't have any customers or nothin', 
but she looked like she was cryin'. Then she just jumps 
up and starts throwing things at the wall and yelling in 
whatever language that is. She threw nail polish, her 
files and brushes, bottles of remover, just handfuls of 
stuff. All of the glass bottles were breakin' and even 
the plastic bottles were splashin' everywhere 'cause the 
lids was poppin' off, and then she throws her lamp. 
Well, it was still plugged in, so when the bulb broke, 
it set fire to all that polish and stuff. The whole wall 
was on fire in like two seconds. POOF!" The old woman 
threw her hands up to illustrate just how poofy it was.

Off-camera, the reporter asked, "And what did you do 
then?"

"I got the hell out of there!" The lady snapped.

The camera cut back to the reporter, standing in front 
of the blackened ruins of the nail salon/restaurant. "I 
also spoke with fire inspectors, who had a very grim 
explanation for why the fire got so out of control, so 
quickly."

A sloppy cut caught a man in mid-sentence. "-posed to 
have been fire suppression systems in place, such as 
extinguishers and sprinklers, but when we checked after 
the fire was out, there were no pipes leading to the 
sprinkler heads. The heads were THERE, visible in the 
ceiling, but all the piping had been removed. What fire 
extinguishers we did find were all about 12 years old. 
The only one that would have worked had been in the 
kitchen of the restaurant, and nobody used it." The man 
said disgustedly.

"Why would someone remove water pipes from sprinklers?" 
The reporter asked.

"Well, they were probably copper, and scrap metal is 
really valuable these days, so I'll bet that whoever 
removed them figured they could sell them. It's just a 
shame. They had ventilators over the nail salon too, but 
there was no ductwork leading outside. All those fumes 
that got sucked up just pooled between the ceiling and 
the next floor, I guess you could say."

"What would that do?" The reporter asked.

"Well, I mean eventually the fumes would dissipate, but 
I'm sure some of it got breathed by the people upstairs, 
which is a health risk, and some of it probably 
saturated into the wood of the next floor up, the joists 
and such." The man said.

"Is that dangerous?" The reporter asked unnecessarily.

The man gave him a look, but continued. "Well, wood is 
porous and absorbs things. If you've got flammable 
vapors in an enclosed space, that wood is going to soak 
it up. It would take a while, but after several years of 
this, that wood's gonna burn like hell."

The camera cut back to the reporter in front of the 
burnt building. "Also at fault were several doorways cut 
through the cinderblock wall in between the two 
businesses. The doorways were cut to connect the 
apartments above the ground floor, but the wall was 
designed as a firebreak. The doorways allowed air to 
funnel through like a chimney, and spread the fire to 
the entire structure. 

Luckily no one was killed, and there were only minor 
injuries reported. I'm told the suspected arsonist, a 
nail technician, is already in custody. The police are 
still seeking the owner of the businesses, an Asian man 
by the name of Kai Long."

The ridiculously inaccurate police sketch flashed on 
screen, and Liu Si snorted. "That is NOT what he looks 
like." She said.

The reporter signed off, and the anchor went on to 
professional sports. Karen turned the TV off, and we all 
kinda sat for a moment.

"Wow!" Lola said.

Amy scooched over and hugged Liu Si, who hugged her 
back. "I am so glad that no one was hurt. And that Tien 
Fe was arrested." She smiled weakly. Amy nodded.

"Bupa bushihuo, zhihao," Amy murmured into Liu Si's ear. 
Liu Si smiled and hugged her tighter. (All the 
conversation in Chinese I remember has been translated 
by Amy or Liu Si for the purposes of this memoir. Amy's 
statement here was simply "Don't worry, (you are my) 
Best Friend.")

After a few moments, Liu Si climbed up onto her knees 
and leaned into my lap, hugging me.

I held her gently as Amy rubbed her back. "It's ok," I 
said. "You're safe now."

Karen smiled at me, then reached out to smooth Liu Si's 
hair. "Sweetie," She said kindly, and Liu Si looked up 
at her, eyes wet with unshed tears. "We're so glad 
you're here."

Lola's eyes were wet as well. "You guys are so sweet."

"Are you staying in Amy's room, or would you like your 
own room?" I asked.

Liu Si swallowed and spoke. "I do not think I have ever 
slept in a room alone in my life. Amy said I could stay 
with her if I wanted. I would like to live with her." 
She shot a blushing look at Amy, who beamed.

"I think I'm going to need a bigger bed, though." Amy 
said.

"You two sleep in the same bed?" Lola asked.

Liu Si nodded quickly, and Amy just grinned. "It makes 
her happy." Amy said.

Liu Si grinned too, and gave Amy a playful push. "Bairen 
egui!" (white devil)

Amy held up her index fingers like horns and went 
"Bleeeahhh." which made Liu Si giggle.

"So we'll need to get some clothes, and other stuff." I 
said, "All she's got left is in that trash bag."

"Time to go shopping!" Amy cheered, but Liu Si blushed 
and waved her hands. "I'm sure I can wear Amy's old 
clothes, do not go to any trouble."

Karen smoothed her hair. "Honey, you're already a little 
taller than Amy. You need your own clothes."

"But I cannot repay you." Liu Si said, worried. Amy 
frowned and held her hand. "We don't WANT repaid. We're 
just happy to have you here, xinshangren. We're not 
poor, we'll be fine." (Beloved)

Lola spoke up. "I'll help with the funds, if you like." 
Liu Si looked at her and blushed.

"I just feel that I am going to be a drain on this 
household. I am a bad guest." Liu Si said, ashamed.

I grinned. "Well, there's the problem. You're not going 
to be a guest. You're going to be a sister." Liu Si's 
jaw dropped. "Do you mean...?"

"YES!" Amy cried, startling Lola. "You're in the 
family!" and nearly tackled Liu Si in a hug. Liu Si was 
overjoyed, and thanked us all over and over until we got 
her calmed down.

(Now for an explanation of her name. Her birth name is 
not Liu Si Han. Han is simply the biggest ethnic group 
in China, and as far as she knows she DOES actually 
belong to that. Just as our last name is not REALLY 
Humbert, and Lola's last name is not REALLY, Klemp, we 
decided to give Liu Si a different pen name for the 
purpose of this retelling. She being undocumented, as 
well as having a non-English name, I wanted to make 
extra sure that no one could read this online and use it 
to find her, so we changed her first name as well. 

It started around the time of the Pee Bush, when Karen 
had observed how the two of them were like Lucy and 
Ethel from I Love Lucy, having crazy schemes that 
eventually led to embarrassment or comical disaster; and 
there have been others, too. So, even though she tends 
to be more like Ethel, reluctant to cause trouble but 
willing to back up her crazy friend, we gave her the 
name Liu Si for this memoir, because that one sounds 
more Chinese than "Ethel."

The name Liu Si means Careful Hope, which is a good 
description of Liu Si's general attitude. {Liu Si says 
it also could mean Dead Willow, or Grow Retarded. Isn't 
the Chinese language amazing?})

It was starting to get really late, nearly midnight by 
the time we all got calmed down again. Lola stretched 
(against me; awesome) and unfolded herself from the 
couch. "Well, I need to get back to the house. Tomorrow 
I have several appointments for cat adoption. You guys 
are so incredible, I wish I could spend MORE time here, 
but..."

Amy pouted, but Karen stood and took her hand. "We know. 
Do what you need to do, we'll still be here. You're 
still adopted into this family." And she gave Lola a 
huge hug. Amy also stood for hugs, and even got Liu Si 
on her feet, although Liu Si was blushing intensely. 
When she got to Liu Si, Lola simply put out her hand for 
a handshake, which Liu Si took easily.

"I can tell you're not quite used to all the hugs. I 
wasn't at first, either." She said. Liu Si grinned 
shyly. "I would LIKE to be used to it, but I am not 
quite there yet."

"It's wonderful. You'll get used to it," Lola said. I 
stood, and put an arm around both of them. "Half a hug 
each, how's that?" I joked.

When I let go of Liu Si, I put my other arm around Lola 
as well, and she wasn't disapproving. "Mmm." She said 
softly.

"How are you doing?" I asked, not leeringly like Joey 
from F*R*I*E*N*D*S, but sincerely. Lola studied my face 
for a moment, and then smiled a little more. "Better," 
she said, "each day gets a little brighter. You guys 
have really helped me perk up."

"I'm glad," I said gently, and released her. She took a 
deep breath and turned to the girls. "I wanted to thank 
you all. When I got here I was pretty badly broken 
inside, from the stupid divorce, and from Mom being 
sick, and the unlivable cat prison. But you guys have 
really cheered me up and given me something to be happy 
about. I really love you, and I am glad I get to be 
here."

Liu Si was grinning from ear to ear. "And now I get to 
be part of this family!" She cheered. We all laughed, 
and agreed.

I walked Lola to the porch, where I stole one more hug, 
a bit longer this time. "Baaad," Lola said in a singsong 
voice. I smiled and winked. She got in her car dreamily 
and drove out of sight around the house. I went back in, 
to find the girl party in full swing.

Music was turned up, and the girls were dancing in the 
living room. Not any specific kind of dance, just hip-
shaking, hair-tossing touchdown dances. All three of 
them were just goofing around, having a great time. Even 
Karen, who is normally more reserved than Amy, was 
punching the air and shaking her ass with enthusiasm. 
Amy and Liu Si joined hands and spun around, falling on 
the couch at the end of the song.

"Ahhhh, man." Amy gasped for breath. I made eye contact 
with Karen and gave her kissy lips for a second, and she 
grinned. "Tomorrow, or rather, later today," looking at 
my watch it was 12:14, "We'll go get whatever things Liu 
Si needs, so start thinking about what we need to buy." 
I said. Amy clapped her hands and looked absolutely 
gleeful. Liu Si looked worried.

"I do not know how to make it up to you." She said, a 
tiny frown on her face. "I feel guilty for costing you 
money." All three of us immediately tried to reassure 
her, but she explained that her father always yelled at 
her whenever he had to spend money on her, for clothes, 
or medicine, or anything, really.

"I would try to sew my own clothes when they ripped, and 
he was especially angered at the way I outgrew shoes." 
She said, eyes downcast. "He said I was like an 
expensive pet, costing much money to keep, and giving no 
value in return."

"That is SO not true!" Amy snapped. 

"Listen," I said, "forget all that. We're going to take 
care of you, and it doesn't matter what he used to say."

"We don't need repaid for ANYTHING." Karen added. "If 
you're happy here, then we would consider that repayment 
enough."

Liu Si gave us all a small, shy smile. "I am humbled by 
your kindness. Thank you."

I put my arm around Karen, and the other around Liu Si. 
Amy then hugged Liu Si and Karen, making a lopsided 
circle. "And now," I said, "It's probably time for bed."

"Aww, I wanted to stay up again tonight!" Amy whined a 
little.

"You've got all day forever to hang out now," Karen 
said, and Amy and Liu Si both brightened up and smiled 
at each other.

Amy stood, and held out her hand. "Let's go get ready 
for bed, meili." (Beautiful)

Liu Si demurely took her hand, and they thundered off 
upstairs.

Turning off the lights, Karen and I met at the bottom of 
the stairs. "Are you taking a shower before bed, or 
going right to sleep?" She asked lightly.

"I thought maybe a quick shower," I said, as she put her 
arm around me and tucked her fingers in the side of my 
waistband.

"Let me go first, but then when you get out of the 
shower, come into my room quietly, ok?" She asked, eyes 
sparkling.

"Ok, but-" I started to ask why, and she stopped me with 
a kiss. "No questions. Just please do it. And now..." 
She said, and grabbed both my hands.

Stepping up onto the bottom step, she turned and placed 
my hands on her butt. I grabbed on, and kept them there 
the whole trip up. Good times. At the top step, she 
giggled and darted away, into the bathroom. I went on 
into my room and got partly undressed.

A few seconds later, I heard a toilet flush and water 
running briefly, then she opened the bathroom door into 
my room. "All yours!" She called, grinned and held her 
finger in front of her lips, and went into her room, 
shutting the door until just an inch remained open.

I went in, and got into the shower, not washing my hair, 
just rinsing off real quick, a little soap in the major 
zones, and then dried myself and put on boxers.

I peeked in the door to Karen's room, to find her 
waiting right there by the door. She motioned me in the 
room and then shut and locked the bathroom door. She was 
wearing a white nightie with tiny flowers or bees or 
something all over it, and her hair was tied back gently 
with a white silk ribbon. Smiling, she took my hand, and 
led me towards her bed, near which a few candles were 
burning.

Her room was warm, and romantically lit. Her happiness 
was evident when she smiled over her shoulder at me, and 
I couldn't help but smile right back. "Did you want to 
talk to me about something?" I whispered, well aware of 
Amy and Liu Si next door. She shrugged and shook her 
head.

We reached the bed, and she turned and held out her arms 
for a hug, which I gladly supplied. "I love you." She 
murmured against my shoulder. "I love you too," I said, 
starting to get an erection.

"I wanted to thank you for rescuing Liu Si, and for 
making Amy insanely happy. Plus-" she interrupted me 
before I could wave it off, "I really wanted to suck 
your dick some more."

She pushed me back until I sat abruptly on the edge of 
her bed, placed her hands on my knees, and knelt in 
front of me. "Who told you to put on boxers?" She 
frowned, pretending to be annoyed. She grasped them 
gently with her fingertips and tugged until I raised up, 
at which point she slid them off and shot them to my 
ankles. My cock kinda boinged back and forth, and she 
leaned down and quickly kissed the tip. It sent a jolt 
right up my spine.

"I figure the sucking can be part of the thanking." She 
grinned, and reached up and pulled the nightie off over 
her head. She was braless, and her breasts looked so 
gorgeous, my mouth went dry.

"I don't need to be thanked, but... that doesn't mean I 
won't LET you," I whispered, as she leaned forward and 
placed my (yes, now erect) cock in between her breasts. 
It was very warm, and she rolled her breasts back and 
forth a little, moving my entrapped cock.

She looked up at me, and as I leaned back on my elbows, 
she batted her lashes, sighed happily, and slowly licked 
my cockhead, sucking it into her mouth, just about an 
inch, and played her tongue all over it. "Mmmmm," she 
sighed. Once again, I was in heaven.

(I've found that while I have pretty good stamina during 
actual sex sex, during oral sex I have almost none at 
all. As long as my partner is just playing, teasing me, 
then I can hang on, but the minute she decides she's 
going to get serious and do me, I've got less than two 
minutes before I'm emptying my balls into her mouth. I 
just can't make it last any longer. Getting sucked is 
just so hot, and feels so good, that my body just blows 
it all.)

So she licked and kissed and generally teased me, 
watching my face, her eyes dancing merrily (because her 
mouth was too busy.) Soon, however, she began stroking 
me with her hands, sucking and licking my cockhead, 
keeping it very wet and slippery, and I was nearing the 
end.

"I'm..." I grunted as quietly as I could, "I'm... 
gonna... oh..."

She withdrew her head a few inches, stuck out her 
tongue, and placed my dick on the top of it, tickling 
the sensitive underside of the head with the tip of her 
tongue, all the while stroking me tightly and firmly 
with one hand, the other lifting and cradling my balls. 
I was barely able to keep from screaming as my whole 
body spasmed. I saw one, two, three huge splurts of cum 
shoot into her mouth, but squirt number four went wild 
and arced across her left cheek, dripping down onto her 
breast.

She quickly closed her mouth on me, milking my last few 
squirts dry with her thumb and index finger, they way 
you try to get those last few drops out of those freezer 
pops that come in the clear plastic sleeve. I just 
slumped onto the bed and tried to breathe.

"Oh my god," I whispered hoarsely. "That was 
incredible."

I forced my eyes open to see her scooping the spilled 
semen from her skin with her fingertip and licking it 
clean. "Mmmm!" she sighed happily. "That was fun!"

I just gasped for breath, and tried to calm my pounding 
heart. She licked me completely clean, kissed my 
flagging erection, and whispered goodnight to it. "All 
done!" She whispered to me, and smiled.

"What about you?" I asked, wondering if she would like a 
chance to cum as well. She gave me a funny look. "THIS 
was for me." She murmured, stroking my cock gently with 
a fingertip. "Now shoo. It's bedtime."

She rose to her feet, and held out a hand to help me sit 
up. I did so with a satisfied grunt. At my sitting 
height, her breasts were just about level with my head, 
so I pulled her in for a hug, and buried my face in 
them. She giggled and hugged me back. After a few 
seconds of soft, pillowy delight, I released her and 
stood. She grinned at me, and said "I love you so much."

I grinned in response. "And I am both thankful and 
humbled by that. I love you too."

She walked me to the hallway door, and we said our 
goodnights. I trudged back to my room and basically 
collapsed. I could hear a few muffled thumps from Amy's 
room, and a burst of giggling. The party continues, I 
thought, as I fell into a deep, restful sleep.

I awoke the next morning feeling great. I practically 
had a spring in my step as I got up and got dressed.

When I came out of my room, Liu Si was just about to 
start down the stairs, wearing one of Amy's blouses with 
a pair of khaki shorts. I swept her up in my arms with a 
growl, and trotted down the stairs while she squealed, 
half in delight, half in terror. At the bottom, I placed 
her on her feet as she giggled helplessly. She gave me a 
light shove and stumbled into the kitchen, where Amy and 
Karen were already making the day's plans.

"No, slow down. What all do we really NEED?" Karen was 
saying. Amy rolled her eyes and started over, counting 
on her fingers. "Clothes, shoes, a toothbrush, shampoo, 
you know, girly stuff. And Will said it was ok if I got 
a bigger bed. I'm trying to think of anything else." Liu 
Si pulled a bar stool over and clambered up onto it. Amy 
reached over and grabbed her hand.

"You going to stay with the one bed? Are you sure?" 
Karen asked, with a little smile.

"Yeah, I mean," Amy blushed, "We like it." Karen waved 
her hands to indicate that it was ok. 

I sat down, and we all ate cereal for breakfast while 
Karen and Amy plotted. First, they wanted to go to the 
mall, but then they decided on W@l-M@rt and the 
furniture store down the road from the mall. In addition 
to the new bed, we planned to get a new dresser for Liu 
Si's clothing, to go in Amy's room. We finished 
breakfast, then piled into the car, all excited.

It turns out Liu Si had never been to a W@l-M@rt 
supercentre before. When we went in, she was slack-jawed 
in awe and intimidation. She clung to Amy's hand and 
stared around wide-eyed. "This is so big!" She 
practically whispered to Amy. "And so loud!" Amy patted 
her hand and reassured her. (I also learned that day 
that crowds make Liu Si nervous.)

They shopped and shopped and shopped for clothes. I mean 
really. They picked out shoes, pants, blouses, t-shirts, 
a few dresses, socks, and lingerie. She got belts, a 
purse, two swimsuits, a few pajamas, etc, etc, etc. I 
never stopped to think how much clothing a person uses, 
but it's a lot, and I'm not even talking about winter 
clothes.

I drifted away rather quickly, and went to the 
movie/music/videogame part of the store. I watched 
several trailers, old and new. (Does Ben Stiller ever 
get sick of himself? Why not?) Eventually I'm going to 
have to break down and get an Xbox 360. My PS2 is 
starting to show some age. Maybe a Wii, although they 
look SO gay.

I eventually went wandering around and came across them 
unexpectedly in the health and beauty care aisles. Liu 
Si had selected a toothbrush, and was picking out a 
bodywash and shampoo dealie when I found them. Karen was 
reading a bottle of conditioner, and Amy was nowhere to 
be seen. "Here," Liu Si handed a bottle to me. "Do you 
think this smells good?" I gave it a sniff. It was cool 
and refreshing, but smelled sweet somehow. "Yeah," I 
said, "that's pretty nice."

"I like it too." She said. "Karen smells like 
strawberries, and Amy smells like blueberries; I wanted 
my own smell, and for it to be nice." She showed me the 
flavor of the bottle. Cucumber Melon Mint. "It works. It 
smells nice, and awake." I said. She beamed. "Good."

Amy reappeared and nonchalantly placed a small package 
of something under a corner of the clothes. "What'd you 
get?" she asked Liu Si brightly. Liu Si held it out, and 
Amy opened the cap and gave it a sniff. "Hey, neat!" She 
said, her eyes lighting up. "That smells nice!"

As she was chatting with Liu Si, I drifted over to where 
Karen was leaning on the buggy. "Howdy." I said. "How 
goes it?"

"Pretty good." She said, absently at first, but then put 
down the bottle of conditioner and smiled at me. "We've 
been shopping a while, you've got to be bored to death."

"Nah," I said, reaching down into the buggy and sneaking 
a peek at what Amy hid. K-Y Jelly, not the warming, 
his'n'hers, sexy kind, the medical-looking kind.. "I've 
found things to keep my mind occupied." I directed 
Karen's attention to what I was holding, down low in the 
buggy, and her eyes widened. "Did YOU put that there?" 
she asked. I shook my head. She made a "Pfff" sound and 
rolled her eyes. I dropped it back down in the buggy.

"So what all did you get?" I asked. Karen smiled, and 
said "Well, we got her about ten normal outfits, with 
some parts that can mix and match, so she has enough to 
wear between laundry days that she doesn't have to wear 
the same things every week. We got her two nice dresses, 
and a blouse and slacks outfit as well. Tennis shoes, 
sandals, dressy shoes. A couple sweatshirt and sweaters, 
two pairs of blue jeans. And there's some more." Karen 
paused. "I guess when you're rebuilding someone's 
wardrobe, there's a lot to get." I nodded.

"She was all worried at first that we were spending too 
much money on her, but we convinced that Amy will be 
able to wear it when she outgrows it." Karen said.

"I TOLD her not to worry about it," I said, looking to 
where she and Amy had drifted further down the aisle. 
Karen smiled. "You did, but she still feels responsible 
for it." Karen held her fingers up an inch apart. "At 
least a little bit."

"Well, I guess she'll just have to relax a little." I 
said gently. I walked down the aisle to the other girls. 
"How are we doing?" I asked.

"Great!" Amy cheered, and Liu Si grinned. "Are we going 
to have a fashion show later?" I asked. Liu Si's jaw 
dropped, and she blushed happily. Amy jumped straight up 
and gave a whoop. "YES! Yes, we are!"

"Well, what else do we need?" I asked.

"We need "girl stuff," so get lost for a while?" Amy 
said. "Like go look at guns or something manly until we 
come get you, ok? We won't be long, I promise."

I drifted off to sporting goods and looked at the air 
guns for a while. We have a few BB guns at the house in 
the form of two Daisy air rifles, and one CO2 pistol 
that looks like a Beretta. (We also have a 12-gauge 
shotgun and a .22 revolver in the master bedroom closet, 
but they won't even sell you ammo unless you are over 
18.) Karen and I have both fired the shotgun AND the 
pistol, but we practice more with the air rifles, 
because ammunition for the actual firearms is difficult 
for us to replace until I turn 18 next year.

Before too long, the girls came and got me, and we 
headed for the checkout. (Is it W@l-M@rt policy to 
always have the oldest or most handicapped employee 
running what is supposed to be the express lane? We were 
at a regular register, and the girls whipped us through 
there. People just trying to buy milk and cigarettes in 
the line next to us seemed to take three times longer.)

We got everything stowed in the trunk and headed for the 
furniture store, which Amy and Liu Si both went through 
like it was a wonderland. They oohed and aahhed over 
everything. Amy liked a big square mission-style thing 
that looked like a medieval catapult, and Liu Si liked a 
brass one with tons of scrollwork and curlicues. "What 
size should we get?" Karen asked me.

"I'm thinking double bed." I said. "They might want 
their own beds or rooms by the time they outgrow it, so 
I don't want to get a queen-size if after a few months 
they hate it."

Karen agreed, so we got them focused on double beds. 
Soon, they had found one that they both liked, a canopy 
bed with wooden headboard and brass canopy rails. They 
were so excited. We also found a plain brown dresser 
that sorta matched the rest of Amy's room.

We arranged to have the bed and dresser delivered, even 
though THAT was like $150, we don't own a truck, so we 
pay the folks who do. We headed home, giddy from 
shopping and looking forward to a late lunch.

We had fish sticks and fries for lunch, with broccoli 
from a freezer bag, which was actually really good. It 
was agreed that the fashion show would take place in the 
schoolroom, with the girls changing in the living room. 
I sat in the back of the room with one chair turned 
around, and Karen stood by the door to announce who was 
wearing what. Amy put some light techno on the stereo in 
the living room, and turned it way up.

And so it started. In the interest of time, Amy modeled 
a few things of Lu Si's but it was mostly Liu Si doing 
the modeling. She had seemed excited when I mentioned it 
at the store, but when the time came to actually do it, 
she was very blushy and self-conscious. Amy helped by 
wearing a few things right at first, and I made sure to 
smile and applaud everything. 

They started with the long sleeve tops and long pants, 
working their way to shorts and t-shirts, then tank tops 
and skirts, with swimsuits dead last. (I later found out 
Amy wanted to go on to model the lingerie as well, but 
was voted down.) Before too long, Liu Si was smiling, 
strutting, tossing her hair and posing like she was 
enjoying it as much as Amy. The whole atmosphere was one 
of fun, and when she and Amy finally came out in 
swimsuits, I even added whistling to my applause.

In what had to have been a pre-planned move, Amy stood 
sideways in front of Liu Si and grabbed her own knees. 
Liu Si then drew back and gave Amy a swat on her bikini-
ed bottom, and Amy put her hand to her mouth and gave me 
a wide-eyed look like "Oops!" Karen and I both laughed, 
and the fashion show was more or less over. Amy and Liu 
Si linked their arms around each other's shoulders, and 
double-strutted back to the living room.

Karen went into the room and turned off the music, while 
the girls got some clothes back on. I went into the 
kitchen and got a glass of Kool-aid.

After a few minutes, Amy and Liu Si came into the 
kitchen, hair tousled, Liu Si now wearing one of her new 
outfits, Amy back in her previous clothes. "Did ya like 
it?" Amy chirped.

"Oh yeah. You both looked very, very nice," I said, 
smiling. Liu Si blushed.

"Did you like it better than Fatso and the Airhead?" Amy 
asked, watching me closely.

"Sandi and Jessica? Yes, very much." I grabbed Amy in a 
hug and whispered in her ear. "Forget them. You got me, 
they didn't."

"I know," she said, relaxing. "I just wanted to hear you 
say it."

The rest of the day passed in mostly uneventful fashion. 
Amy took Liu Si on a tour of the house, showing her what 
was in every closet and cabinet (except mine and 
Karen's.) We ate supper and watched a little TV (We LOVE 
Discovery Channel's Dirty Jobs. I could watch that all 
day long. Same goes for Mythbusters.)

When bedtime rolled around, Amy and Liu Si went to brush 
their teeth, and I decided to put fresh sheets on my 
bed, as my old ones smelled like, well, sweat. Or ass. 
Hard to tell sometimes. Let's call it sweaty ass.

I had gotten new sheets on, when Karen slipped into my 
room. "I'm here to confirm our one a.m. appointment," 
she whispered.

"One a.m.?" I whispered back. She nodded. "I figure the 
girls should be asleep by then."

"Appointment for what?" I grinned. Karen stepped up 
close to me. "It's been two nights, and I think I'm 
healed from the stretching. Did you notice I wasn't 
limping today?"

Truth is, I hadn't noticed. She continued "SO, I want 
that big cock of yours in my pussy. I need some love."

"One a.m. sounds good. My schedule isn't too busy, I 
should be able to squeeze you in." I said. 

"That's MY line." She thumped my chest with her finger 
and smiled. "I love you so much. See you at one." and 
she left quietly.

It's good to be me.

I took a quick shower when Amy and Liu Si left the 
bathroom, and shaved carefully, so as to be smooth and 
free from stubble. I peeked in and said good night to 
the girls, who were both sitting on the bed, talking 
happily. Liu Si waved, and Amy grinned. I also said good 
night to Karen, who blew me a kiss. 

I pretended to catch it, and put it down the front of my 
pants. She just rolled her eyes at me, and smiled. As I 
turned, she held up a single finger, and mouthed "One." 
I pointed to her bed, and then in the general direction 
of mine, and she pointed towards mine. The time and the 
place. Perfect.

I went to my room and laid down on top of the new 
sheets, put my hands behind my head, and just relaxed. 
Soon, I will admit, I was asleep.

I awoke to someone grabbing my toe. I awoke and looked 
down, to find Karen climbing onto the end of my bed on 
all fours, like a panther. She was wearing a short satin 
nightgown, and it shimmered in the dim light of my desk 
lamp. I could see behind her that the door to the 
bathroom was closed, and knowing I had locked the door 
to Amy's room, we were safe from discovery.

She slowly stalked up the bed, up my body, allowing her 
breasts to brush against me the whole way up. It was 
nice. When she got to eye level with me, I put my arms 
around her ribcage and hugged her close. "MMMmmmmmmm," 
She said. and I kissed her.

Her lips are incredibly soft, and our tongues sparred 
gently as we savored our first kiss of the evening, one 
of many. I ran my hands down her back until I was 
cradling her butt, and squeezed it firmly with both 
hands, pulling her butt cheeks apart just a little. She 
enjoyed that, and lightly bit my lower lip.

"I have a request." She murmured against my neck, as I 
kneaded her butt. "Yes?" I asked, "Just name it."

"Two requests, actually." She writhed against me, a 
little. "Yes to both, now what are they?" I whispered, 
kissing her ear.

"Would you be willing to lick me, the way you did Amy?" 
I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was 
uncertain about this, like she was afraid I would say 
no. Time to quash that fear.

"Would I? I was about to ask you if I could." I said, 
and she raised her head and looked at me. "Seriously? 
You WANT to?"

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked. She raised her hand and 
counted off reasons. "I pee out of there, it's often 
sticky, sometimes it's really gross... ." 

I shook my head. "No use trying to talk me out of it. 
I've wanted to do that to you ever since you told me you 
loved me." She smiled, but then faltered. "What if it 
tastes bad?"

"It won't and I don't care. Besides, you've tasted it, 
you did when we made love in the gazebo." I reminded 
her, but she shook her head. "That had your cum mixed 
in, it's different."

"You pussy, me eat." I grunted, and grinned at her. She 
smiled back, still a little nervous. "Do you want this? 
You DID ask." I said, and she nodded.

"Can I try it now?" I asked. She tensed. "Right now?"

"Yep." I said, and rolled her off of me to the side. Her 
nightgown had a bra top, so her abundant charms were 
well supported. I cupped her left breast and gave it a 
gentle squeeze as I leaned in for more kisses, looming 
over her. She softened and kissed me back, reaching down 
and finding my erection with her right hand, which she 
clutched on my cock.

I squeezed her breast, she squeezed my cock. I pinched 
gently until I found her hard little nipple between my 
thumb and forefinger, and put some gentle pressure on 
it, pulling softly. She moaned and kissed me harder, 
pulling firmly on my dick. I let go of her and rose up 
on my knees, to better balance myself. She let go of my 
erection, quickly reached up and pulled her nightgown up 
to her neck, freeing her breasts from the bra portion.

I watched as they settled a little towards her armpits, 
and gently scooped them back up together. Both nipples 
were erect and hard, even the one I hadn't been 
squeezing. I ran my thumbs over them, and she gasped 
softly. "I love these." I admitted, and she smiled. 

"I used to hate them, but now I'm enjoying them *ah!*." 
She said, gasping again as I carefully pinched both 
nipples. I bent down and smooshed her breasts together 
so I could get both nipples in my mouth at the same 
time. They just barely made it, and I bit down with my 
lips and flicked my tongue back and forth over both of 
them, as fast as I could. Karen entwined her fingers in 
my hair and moaned, "OH GOD!!"

I released them from my mouth and clutched them gently 
with my hands, before letting them go and moving up for 
another kiss. Karen devoured my mouth, and actually 
sucked on my tongue once or twice before she released 
me, smoothing her hands down my neck and gripping my 
shoulders. She was squirming a little underneath me, as 
I spoke. "So what was your second request?" I asked.

"What?" She seemed a little distracted. She seemed to 
pull herself together a little, and laughed. "Sorry, 
you're driving me crazy."

"You said you had two requests. One was for me to lick 
your pussy until you cum, and what was the other one?" I 
said, enjoying spelling out her first request in detail. 
I ran my hands down her ribcage, stopping at her hips. 
She writhed again, happily.

"I wanted... I wanted you to be on top." She took a deep 
breath. "The first time we made love, I was on top, then 
it was kind of doggy style in the gazebo, but... I've 
always thought the Missionary Position seemed romantic. 
You lying on top of me, me wrapped around you... and I 
want the lights on." She bit her lip.

"Lights on?" I grinned. She nodded. "At least your 
bedside lamp. I want to be able to see you, and for you 
to see me."

"Your wish is my command." I said, and stood to turn on 
my bedside lamp. We now had gentle light from both right 
and left, and she was no longer half in shadow. She was 
lying on my bed, her nightgown all smooshed up, her 
knees together. She was absolutely beautiful.

"I love you," I said helplessly, and she smiled in 
delight. She gave a happy little wiggle, and her breasts 
danced gently. "You're overdressed." She complained. I 
removed my shorts and kicked them against the side of 
the nightstand, making my erection bounce. "Ohhh, so 
good." She moaned, her eyes locked onto it.

I made it twitch up and down (via my PC muscle of 
course) as I walked back over to the bed. She giggled, 
eyes wide. "Down, boy! Did you miss me?"

"Well, you two DID have a play date last night." I said, 
putting one knee up onto the bed. Karen reached out to 
pat my erection. "Yes, I missed you too!" She cooed to 
it. Wrapping her fingers around it for a gentle tug, she 
looked up at me from under her long lashes. "Do you need 
some special attention before you... do me?"

I grinned, and shook my head. "I'm good for now. Ladies 
first."

"I'm a little nervous," She admitted, as I leaned in for 
a kiss. "Don't be." I said firmly. "Now get ready."

"I've been ready ever since you kissed me the first 
time," She cooed, as I moved down near her feet. I 
gently took hold of her ankles, and smiled up at her. 
"Here, pull your knees up." I said. She did so, keeping 
them pressed together. I scooted up, and gently placed 
my hands on her knees.

"Open sesame," I said softly, and moved her knees apart. 
She gave a nervous little moan, and complied.

It was the first really close look I had gotten at 
Karen's pussy. It was heavenly. Her little landing strip 
of pubic hair stopped about an inch short of her actual 
vulva, almost leading my eyes to her gorgeous secret 
place. Her pussy resembled an orchid, the soft folds of 
her labia delicately framing her vaginal opening, her 
clit peeking out from under its little hood. 

She was visibly wet, the inside of her pussy folds 
glistening with clear moisture. I slid my palms under 
her butt cheeks a little, and used my thumbs to gently 
spread apart the bottom of her pussy, right on the edge 
of her perineum. A tiny trickle of clear liquid dribbled 
out and ran down over her anus, which was also really 
cute. I was enthralled.

I growled in anticipation, and gave her a hungry look. 
"This is SO amazing." I said. Her nervous look started 
to change into hopeful. "Really?" she asked softly. I 
massaged her perineum and watched her womb opening 
clench and relax. "I can't even describe how awesome 
this is," I breathed, and leaned down and exhaled 
heavily, sending a blanket of warm air pouring over her 
exposed secrets. She moaned happily.

Keeping my hands where they were, I kissed the inside of 
her left knee, then a little further down her thigh, 
then a little further, slowly kissing my way towards her 
pussy. Right when my next kiss would have landed on her 
labia, I switched and started over on her right knee. 
Kiss, kiss, kiss. 

She writhed and whimpered, "No fair." I pressed harder 
with my thumbs, spreading her vagina (and her little 
pucker) and releasing it again. I chuckled quietly, and 
settled down with my face near her juicy, delicious 
looking pussy.

Breathing warm air over her once again, I moved up until 
my face was only about an inch from her genitals, and 
extended my tongue. Starting from the bottom of her 
pussy, I used the tip of my tongue to trace up around 
the outside edges of her labia, delicately tracing each 
fold and wrinkle, working my way towards her clit, but 
stopping just shy of contact. 

She gasped and then moaned softly. I looked up, and was 
able to make eye contact with her, between the swell of 
her breasts. I repeated the process, fluttering my 
tongue gently, never quite reaching her clit. Her juices 
practically flooded onto my tongue, and more ran down 
past my thumbs, wetting her anus, and actually trickling 
onto the bed.

I stopped. "Here, let's get a pillow under you, so 
you'll be propped up higher." She groaned in 
anticipation, but let go of her knees for a moment, 
hunching her back up so I could cram a pillow under her 
hips. Once I got it placed, she lowered her butt back 
down, pulled her knees up to her chest, and spread her 
legs wide. 

I had a better angle on reaching her, and she could see 
me better. "Make sure you watch me," I said, kissing her 
softly, right on her pussy lips. She whimpered happily, 
and I got back to business.

I placed my hands against the underside of her legs, 
right alongside her pussy, and used my thumbs to pull 
from the edges, so it opened gently. I then lapped right 
up the middle, darting my tongue around her vaginal 
opening, tickling up the center, and burrowing under her 
clitoral hood, to tickle her little pink pearl itself. 
She gasped for air and almost cried out. Her eyes 
watched me hungrily, even as her nostrils flared with 
attempts to get enough air.

Maybe it was the way I had her folded up, her knees 
pulled all the way up, her knuckles white with the 
effort of holding her legs so high. Maybe it was the 
fact that I was energetically licking her pussy, 
burrowing in with my tongue, teasing and tickling. 
Either way, she was doing some seriously heavy 
breathing.

I alternated between tickling her clit with my tongue 
(and soon it was out of its hood and standing proud, 
somewhere between half an inch and a quarter inch long) 
and using my tongue like a scoop, to firmly press into 
her vagina and swipe all the way back up to the top 
again. Her juices flowed freely, and soon everything 
down from her clit down was completely lubed with her 
moisture. Vagina, perineum, anus, my pillow, everything 
was slick and damp. It was awesome.

Whereas Amy tasted like fresh fruit, Karen had her own 
taste, a little less sweet, a little more salty, but 
still delicious. It's kinda hard to describe it in terms 
of other things you may have tasted (and I hate when 
people compare a woman's vagina to fish) but it was 
wonderful. Karen tastes like Karen, and I love it. I was 
quite enthusiastic in my activities.

Soon, but not TOO soon, I began focusing my attentions 
more heavily on her clit, flicking it, rubbing it, 
tickling it. I licked it slowly. I licked it fast. I 
nibbled at it with my lips. I rolled my tongue into a 
tube and tried to encircle it, as if it were a tiny cock 
and my tongue were a tiny pussy. 

I kept as much eye contact with Karen as I could, but I 
basically pounced on her clitoris and never let it go. 
Karen had begun writhing against me, whimpering these 
adorable little sounds of need and happiness, and I dove 
in with even more vigor.

I started tracing my thumbs up and down in between her 
clit and her vagina, massaging the soft tissue between 
her lovely labia. (Alliteration; you know I love it.) I 
alternated them up and down, pressing into her, holding 
one underneath her clit and then pinning it against my 
thumb with my tongue while I flicked it. Karen was past 
words, merely gasping with pleasure, her eyes starting 
to lose focus.

She started taking deeper breaths, working her way up to 
a climax, her pussy practically grabbing at me, and I 
put my lips on her clit and sucked it into my mouth. I 
gently bit down with my lips, holding it in place, and 
positively ground my tongue against the end of it. 

Seconds later, she hit an orgasm that made her body 
buck, and I lost my grip on her clit as she came. One 
leg slipped out of her grasp, and kinda crashed down 
over my shoulder, but she shook and gasped through a 
serious orgasm, grabbing my hair with her free hand, 
trying not to make any loud noises, but generally out of 
control.

As she settled down, still breathing hard, I tried to 
dart in and lick her a little more, but she grabbed my 
hair tightly, holding me immobile. "Not so fast, no 
way." She laughed breathlessly. "You have to let me 
breathe."

She disentangled herself from me, and I moved up to 
straddle her, as she stretched a little and settled. "So 
request number one? Was that good?" I asked, sincere, 
not teasing.

"OH yeah." She wrapped her hands around my biceps as I 
gently laid my lower half against her legs. "That was 
really good. Surprised me, a little too. It felt... "

"Felt what? Good enough to do some more? Because I 
really liked it." I said gently.

She blushed. "Really?" I nodded. She looked at me shyly, 
and grinned. "Thank you." 

"For what?" I kissed her chin.

"Mmmm, you smell like me." She purred, and kissed me on 
the lips. We kissed deeply.

"That felt ... extra special." She said, after our kiss. 
"Like I was wide open and exposed, even more naked than 
I already was."

"Really?" I asked. "Was that good or bad?"

"Well, it was a little intimidating at first, like I 
felt very vulnerable and on display. But then your 
tongue, oh my god." She rolled her eyes happily. "You 
took good care of my... exposed areas."

"I didn't mean for it to be intimidating." I said, 
contritely, but she shook her head.

"It's ok! I'm accustomed to thinking of my private areas 
as so private that no one is ever allowed to know they 
exist. It's like my pussy is a sacred, secret place. To 
lay myself wide open in front of you was a big step. I 
was self conscious at first. But you were so good... 
you're welcome to visit my secret places any time you 
want." She blushed. "I sound ridiculous."

I grinned. "No, you're fine. So I get an all-access 
pass?"

"More like you are the master of my hidden temple." She 
kissed me tenderly.

"Now," she said, "About request number two..." and I 
laughed.

I don't know why "missionary sex" is so derided by 
modern culture, as if it were boring or inferior. It is 
by far the most romantic, intimate form of sexual 
intercourse I've yet found. You're face to face, heart 
to heart, eye to eye, and I love it. 

Karen wrapped her arms around my ribs, her legs around 
my waist, and I was in heaven. I actually let myself 
down onto her, not really holding myself up, and she 
growled happily as I pressed her into the mattress. "Oh 
yes," She murmured. "This is it!"

I positioned myself properly, and carefully slipped my 
cock into her. I saw her eyelids actually flutter as it 
slid about halfway in. "Oh!" she gasped, and shifted her 
hips up, pulling at me with her legs until she moved a 
little. "Do it again!" She whimpered breathlessly, and 
almost cried out when I withdrew a little, and 
sloooooowwly thrust even deeper. It went in much deeper 
and more easily. "Oooh, that's better." I said. 

"You have NO idea," Karen moaned, taking a few hard 
breaths. She flexed her legs, and actually bopped me in 
the butt with her heels. "Giddy-up."

I was quick to obey. Starting slowly, I made love to 
her, gradually increasing my speed, grinding myself 
against her, feeling her breasts pressing against me 
even while her arms and legs clutched at me. I could 
feel her breath hot against my face and neck, her voice 
raised in gasps of pleasure as her pussy gripped and 
grudgingly released my straining erection. "Unnh, anhh, 
unnh!" She cried, pulling at me, writhing beneath me. 
God, it was amazing. I LOVE THE MISSIONARY POSITION!

As I reached what I would call my cruising speed, I 
could really FEEL the interactions of our bodies. I 
swear I could sense our heartbeats, even as our bellies 
slapped together, even as our breathing grew more rapid. 
It was like hitting some kind of magical plane where we 
were truly, completely, connected. I had never felt 
anything like it. It was wonderful.

Karen was beyond words, gasping a cry with every thrust, 
moving beneath me, her hair splayed out beautifully 
around her on my pillow. I raised myself up about six 
inches, still working, and spoke to her gently. "Karen, 
my love." She didn't seem to hear me, so I spoke again. 
"Karen!"

She seemed to struggle with the effort of focusing. "Wh-
what?" she gasped.

"Look down." I grunted, grinning. She did so, with 
effort, and her eyes widened.

Due to the angle she was positioned, looking down 
between her breasts, she could actually SEE my cock 
sliding in and out of her pussy, the little wet opening 
almost turning inside out in its efforts to grip my 
thrusting manhood. "Oh my god! I can see your ... oh! 
Unnh!" She gasped, mesmerized by the vision of my dick, 
wet with her juices, pistoning firmly in and out of her. 
"My pussy is... AH!"

I began pumping her harder, rolling my hips against her 
with each drive, as she hissed her breath in and out 
between gritted teeth. She slid her hands up my back and 
grabbed my shoulders from beneath, pulling me down until 
our foreheads were touching. "Do you like watching it?" 
I grunted, feeling my own orgasm about two minutes away.

"Unnh huhnnnnnhh!" She whimpered, still clenching her 
teeth, pulling against me. "C'mon! Give it to meeeeee!" 

I put everything I had into it. I drove my cock into her 
as hard as I could, without changing the frequency too 
much. The bed practically bounced as I fucked her as 
deep and as hard as I could.

She was halfway between a moan and a wail, when I 
realized that we'd stopped being quiet about five 
minutes ago. As I threw the last of my energy into it, I 
just hoped that Liu Si was as heavy a sleeper as Amy 
was.

Karen snaked her fingers into my hair, and pulled my 
face down for a kiss. As she licked my lips and sucked 
on my tongue, I felt the dam break. This was it: I was 
going to blow.

I could feel my balls drawing up , ready to discharge, 
when her cries hit a crescendo, and it felt like her 
pussy shrank to about 2/3 its original size. "AHHHHH HA 
HA HAAA!" She screamed, throwing her head back. I was 
two seconds behind her. I buried my cock in her spasming 
pussy, and came so hard I saw spots dancing before my 
eyes. 

I literally forgot to breathe, but then gasped air in 
hoarsely as I my arms gave out, and I basically fell on 
her. She caught me easily, wrapping her arms around me, 
holding me deep in her pussy by wrapping her legs around 
my hips, as squirt after squirt of my semen jetted into 
her. I whimpered helplessly with the exertion, but she 
was already rubbing my back, soothing me, kissing my 
neck and face, even as she coasted down from her own 
orgasm.

We lay there and shook, gasping for breath, covered in 
sweat, locked together as her body milked mine. I 
couldn't believe how it felt. There really aren't words 
for it. I was laying on her, soft and warm, while she 
hugged me close and gently squeezed rhythmically with 
her legs. "Yes, yes, my darling!" She cooed. "Sooo good. 
Soooo goooooood." Her pussy was still squeezing me, 
coaxing every drop out of my balls. No second orgasm for 
me tonight, this one had emptied me.

Eventually, our bodies calmed, and I looked at her, her 
face practically glowing with love and satisfaction. "I 
LOVE you." I murmured, She opened her pretty mouth to 
respond, but in the momentary silence, something hit the 
door of my bedroom. Not hard and clanky like a golf 
ball, but softer and muted, like a thrown apple, or when 
you bang your elbow on something.

Karen and I both froze. This was not a sound we should 
have been hearing. She quickly let go of me, and I 
clambered to my feet as fast as I could, gently removing 
my (still hard) cock from her warm, wonderful pussy. I 
got to my feet and tried to shake off the huge orgasm I 
had just had; something was going on. I walked carefully 
to the center of my room, and tried to listen for it 
again, if it came again. All three doors to my room are 
at the opposite end from my bed, but it sounded like it 
came from either the bathroom... or Amy's door.

Annoyed, I strode over to that door and listened 
closely. I could faintly hear a high pitched sobbing, 
like somebody was hurt. As I reached for the knob, the 
bonking noise came again, louder this time. In my loopy 
state, I could only interpret the noises as cries for 
help. Something was wrong! It sounded like one of the 
girls was in pain!

I grabbed the knob, forgetting my state of erect nudity, 
and prepared to charge into the room. Several things 
then happened quickly:

1. I yanked the door open, to reveal Liu Si, kneeling in 
the dim light, eyes closed, mouth open, head thrown 
back, hands up as if to balance against the door.

2. With the door so suddenly removed as a source of 
balance, Liu Si toppled into the room, to reveal Amy, 
lying on the floor, face up, headfirst, wearing just a 
pair of pink cotton panties, her face wet and glistening 
from her nose to her neck. Amy was positioned to have 
her face beneath Liu Si as she knelt.

3. Liu Si hit the floor bonelessly, right at my feet, 
smashing her chin, even as Amy opened her eyes and saw 
me standing in the doorway. All this happened in like 
two seconds.

Hitting the floor seemed to jolt Liu Si alert, but she 
couldn't do much at first except squirm and shudder, 
because apparently she was undergoing a toe-curling 
orgasm. Amy proved this by jumping to her feet and 
cheering. "YEAH! I GOT HER!" She did a little dance, 
waving her fists in the air. "I GOT HER!"

I just stared at them both in shock. Liu Si managed to 
look up, struggling to get herself under control, and I 
saw pure terror in her eyes as we made eye contact 
around my (still very erect) penis. She wailed in 
fright, trying to cover her skinny little ass with her 
nightshirt, trying to crawl away, but she was still 
shaking too hard to fully coordinate her movements.

Karen was sitting up in my bed, getting her nightgown 
back up onto her shoulders, and chastised Amy. "Stop 
celebrating and help her! She's not doing too good!" She 
said, angry at Amy, concerned for Liu Si.

"What?" Amy said, pausing in her touchdown dance, and 
looked to where Liu Si cried and flailed on the floor, 
while I stood and gawped like an idiot.

Liu Si was starting to REALLY cry, wailing and speaking 
rapidly in Chinese, her normally clean pronunciation 
slurred and indistinct. Amy was on her knees beside her 
in an instant, trying to calm her, but Liu Si was beyond 
calming, staring up at me in terror. "Diu buzhu, diu 
buzhu," She kept sobbing, curling into a ball, as Amy 
tried desperately to soothe her. (I'm sorry, I'm sorry.)

"What's going on?" I asked, starting to get angry at 
Amy, upon whom I immediately placed the blame for this 
situation. "What on earth did you think-" But Liu Si saw 
my angry face and cried even harder, trying again to 
crawl away, with better success this time.

"Will, she thinks you're mad at *her.*" Amy said, 
worried. "Calm down for a second, please." Liu Si sobbed 
something I couldn't make out, and Amy looked up at me, 
dismay clear on her face. "She thinks you're going to 
beat her."

My heart broke. "I'm not going to beat her, tell her I'm 
not going-" I began, but Karen threw a blanket at me.

"Cover yourself, you're probably scaring her that way 
too." Karen said, softly. "I know if I was a little girl 
and had an angry guy standing over me with a huge 
erection, I'd be terrified out of my wits too."

Never thought of that. I quickly wrapped the blanket 
around my waist and tucked it, like a towel. Amy was 
still kneeling on the floor next to Liu Si, who was 
still crying, so I carefully scooped Liu Si up and 
carried her to the bed, where she practically leapt into 
Karen's outstretched arms.

Karen cradled her in her arms, rocking back and forth, 
murmuring "Bupabushi huo, meimei." (don't worry, little 
sister.) Liu Si began calming down, taking deeper 
breaths, although still crying. The looks I was getting 
from Liu Si still carried fear and something else.

"Why does she think I'm going to start beating her?" I 
asked, my palms outstretched to show her I meant no 
harm. Karen indicated the edge of my bed with a toss of 
her chin. "Sit down for a minute and we'll get to the 
bottom of this. Amy!" She spat grimly.

Amy was still on the floor where she had knelt with Liu 
Si, staring at her knees and crying a little herself. At 
Karen's address, her head snapped up. She wiped her 
eyes.

"YOU did this, now get over here and translate, so we 
can fix it." Karen said flatly. Amy stumbled to her feet 
and trudged over, looking extremely repentant. Liu Si 
had reached the hiccupping stage of sobbing, trying to 
hold it in, but still weeping steadily.

Amy knelt in front of Liu Si, gathered both her hands, 
and kissed them. She spoke earnestly in Chinese, 
apologizing, and asking Liu Si why she was afraid of me 
beating her.

Liu Si spoke haltingly for several minutes, after Amy 
assured her that I was not angry, and would never beat 
her. At one point, she took Amy's hand and pressed it 
against her shoulder, right by her neck, and slid it 
back and forth a few inches. Amy's jaw dropped in 
surprise, but Liu Si kept talking. 

Amy listened carefully until she was done, and then 
kissed her hands again. "Ooo-kay, I think I've got it." 
Amy's eyes were wet with unshed tears as she reached out 
and lovingly brushed a strand of hair from Liu Si's 
forehead.

"She said she's shared a room, and sometimes a bed, with 
her parents ever since they got to the United States, 
practically for as long as she can remember. Usually she 
had her own pallet or cot across the room, but in places 
where they had to share a bed, she would sleep way over 
on edge, while her mother slept in the middle, and her 
father on the opposite edge." Amy spoke to Karen and me, 
but her eyes never left Liu Si.

"Her mother felt that with Liu Si in the room, that it 
was improper for them to have "relations" as she called 
it, but her father felt no such obligation. If her 
mother knew that her father was horny, she would find an 
excuse to send Liu Si out of the room until it was over, 
but sometimes her father would just decide he wanted it, 
and if he thought Liu Si was asleep, he would just start 
going at her mother, who was too embarrassed to wake up 
Liu Si and send her out." Liu Si shed a few more tears 
silently, and Amy choked up. Karen kissed the top of Liu 
Si's head, which made her smile weakly. Amy continued.

"So sometimes she would have to lay there in the dark 
and listen to her parents screw. When she got a little 
older, she would try to peek and see what they were 
doing, even though her mother had once told her to cover 
her head and never make a sound. About two and a half 
years ago, she was listening to them, and out of 
curiosity, started touching herself. She turned her head 
so she could see them, and masturbated while they were 
doing it." Amy cleared her throat and asked Liu Si a 
question in Chinese. Liu Si shrugged and gave a brief 
answer.

"Somehow her father looked over and saw her, maybe she 
made a noise herself, she's not sure, but he saw her, 
and instantly guessed what she was doing. He flew into a 
rage, jumped out of bed, yanked her off her cot, and 
beat her within an inch of her life." Amy said, crying 
freely. Liu Si just shut her eyes, and laid against 
Karen.

"On top of the bruises and the black eye, he beat her so 
bad that he even broke her collarbone." Amy said, to a 
collective gasp from me and Karen. I had thought Amy was 
just speaking figuratively about "within an inch of her 
life" but she was a serious as could be. Liu Si took 
Karen's hand and placed it on her shoulder in the same 
place she had done with Amy, and Karen winced and 
sighed. I guess she was showing them the knot where the 
bone healed.

"What about her mother? Did she just stand by?:" Karen 
asked, shocked.

"She tried to... inter-" Liu Si spoke up, but then 
looked to Amy for help with the word. "Intervene?" Amy 
asked, and Liu Si nodded, continuing. "To intervene, but 
my father struck her as well, hitting her face and then 
shoving her back onto the bed. When he was done hitting 
me, he left me on the floor and went back to bed with my 
mother, where he... finished their encounter. I crawled 
away to the room of an old woman who knew something 
about healing. 

"I stayed there the rest of the night, while she made 
sure my broken bone was straight and wrapped my arm to 
my body with strips of an old bed sheet. The next day my 
mother was so embarrassed that she could not look at me 
or even speak to me." Liu Si wiped her nose and looked 
at me. 

"Please forgive me. I have behaved in a very shameful 
way." She said, her face burning. "I should not have 
looked. I got up to go pee and heard the sounds you were 
both making, and I looked through the keyhole. You both 
looked so happy, I could not help myself. I trespassed 
on your privacy. I am extremely sorry. Please, please, 
forgive me."

She gave Amy a look that was part sad, part embarrassed, 
and part angry. "And I am also sorry for touching 
myself. It was un-ladylike and wrong." Amy shook her 
head, dismayed.

"Hey." Karen kissed her on top of the head again. "Relax 
a little." She said gently. "I don't think we're as 
upset about it as you think we are. It's not like you're 
the first person to spy on us. Amy did it before you 
did."

Liu Si blinked in surprise and looked at Amy. Amy had 
the grace to blush, but then she grinned. "And you're 
not going to get in trouble for touching yourself. Not 
in THIS house." She giggled. Liu si looked at Karen, who 
also blushed and smiled. "She's right. You're ok with 
us."

Karen refocused her gaze on Amy. "However, Amy might get 
in trouble. Did she have your permission to ... do what 
she did? Or did she take advantage of your position?"

Amy held her hands up placatingly. "I surprised her, but 
she didn't push me away or stop me." Karen sharpened her 
expression, but Liu Si spoke up again. "I..." she 
blushed heavily, "I enjoyed what she did, I cannot be 
angry at her for... licking me with her tongue." Liu Si 
finished in a whisper. She shot a scared glance at me. 
"I am not in trouble?"

I sighed. I would have preferred not to have people 
spying on us, or Amy happily molesting her best friend, 
but all in all, what did I have to be angry about? If 
everyone else is happy, who am I to judge against it? 
"I'm sorry if I scared you." I said.

Liu Si apologized to me again, saying "When I was 
looking through the keyhole, I felt so guilty, but I 
could not help it, I could not look away. Then when I 
fell to the floor, all I could remember was how my 
father had beaten me, and I was terrified that it was 
going to happen again, that you would be so angry."

I reached out for her hand, which she carefully placed 
in mine. "I will never beat you, not for any reason. I 
am NOT your father. I will protect you, and make sure 
you are happy and safe. You are my little sister now, so 
you don't have to worry about those things anymore."

She leaned forward and put her arms around me, and I 
pulled her into my lap (which was now boner-free.) "I am 
so happy." She said. Amy and Karen both smiled.

I looked at Amy. "Now, about "getting her." Spill it. I 
know about the swimsuits, and the hot tub. What else has 
led up to you lying on the floor licking her?" I wasn't 
angry, but I spoke firmly. "What's been going on? I know 
this didn't start tonight."

"Um." Amy blushed and looked down, and Liu Si looked up 
at me in concern, but I winked at her. I just wanted to 
know what was going on in our house, because this seemed 
to be complicating things. (and we had just recently 
gotten much more complicated anyway.) I gave Liu Si a 
little squeeze, and she began to smile.

"At first I just really liked her, she was so cool and 
pretty." Amy began, still looking at her feet. "But when 
she started sleeping in the bed with me during our 
sleepovers, I started having... ideas."

She looked up at me, ashamed, but saw Liu Si trying to 
hide her smile with her hand.
"Hey, wait, am I really in trouble?" She asked, looking 
at me with a half smile.

"Keep talking, and we'll decide." Karen said, and Amy 
turned to look at her. "Oh come on, either I am or I'm 
not." Amy said. Karen glanced at me as if for support, 
and continued. "You said you were able to keep the sex a 
secret, and here we find you performing oral sex on your 
best friend. That's not a secret."

"But that was totally different!" Amy said, dismayed. 
"I've been after Liu Si since before you guys were 
together. *I* kept that perfectly secret. She didn't 
know about that until she *heard* you."

"Everybody calm down." I soothed, patting the air with 
one hand, the other still holding Liu Si in my lap. 
"Just start at the beginning." An idea suddenly occurred 
to me. "Or we can ask Liu Si." I looked down at her and 
she blushed hard, covering her face with both hands. She 
shook her head rapidly.

Amy slumped in resignation and started talking. "Ok, 
first of all, I TOTALLY love her. She's cool, funny, 
smart, and so sexy I just want to... MMMM!" Here she 
clenched the air with both hands. "But it started 
innocently. We played truth or dare, we told each other 
secrets, just all kinds of private stuff. When she would 
sleep, she would practically wrap around me. It was 
awesome, and the feelings I had for her just started 
getting stronger. It's like I just went from liking her, 
to like-liking her, and then I loved her." Liu Si took 
her hands away from her face, and just sat there with a 
quiet little smile. Amy went on.

"Soooo, we got in the hot tub every time, and each time 
I tried to encourage her to get more naked, and each 
time she would blush and say no, but then five minutes 
later she would do it, so I figured that she was cool 
with it. Was I wrong, xinshangren?" (beloved.) Liu Si 
blushed again, but shook her head, eyes sparkling.

"Then when she came over last time, I made sure to get 
movies that were cool, but were also romantic. Princess 
Bride was all kinds of romance, and um, D.E.B.S. was 
too." Amy blushed and looked down.

"A movie about girl secret agents?" I asked. Amy shook 
her head. "It's not about girl secret agents, really. I 
mean they're in it, but it's more about one of the girl 
secret agents falling in love with a villain, who is 
also a girl. About how it's ok (and lots of fun) to like 
girls. It's the entire plot, the rest of the movie is 
about everyone else trying to deal with it."

I guess I was surprised, but I don't really know why. 
It's not like I find lesbians objectionable, they're in 
most (all) of the pornos I bought. I guess I just didn't 
expect that to be out on the shelf at the "family" video 
place, with no clues whatsoever on the box. I'll bet 
there have been some angry parents out there, not 
knowing what they were renting.

"So we watched a movie about true love, that ended with 
a big kiss, and then we watched a movie about girls 
liking girls, and then... we kissed." Amy blushed again. 
Liu Si looked at me and then Karen to see if we were 
upset, and then relaxed.

Karen shook her head, but I could see her trying not to 
smile. Amy missed this, and kept talking. "We kissed and 
it was really, really good. We both got really hot, and 
Liu Si got a little nervous, so we quit and went to get 
in the hot tub. This time we had to get naked, which we 
did, and..." Amy faltered, looking at Karen's raised 
eyebrows. "Each time we get in, we wear less," Amy said 
defensively, while Liu Si giggled.

"Once we were in the hot tub, I put my arm around her 
like I always do, and she came in for more kisses, even 
though in the house she got nervous." Amy looked at Liu 
Si, who shrugged nonchalantly. "They were very nice, and 
I decided I wanted more. You cannot blame me." she 
grinned. Amy grinned back.

"So after a while I showed her how to straddle the water 
jets, and cum in the hot tub," Amy said quickly.

"WHAT?!" Karen squawked, her eyes wide. 

I laughed, but Amy was already explaining. "You turn off 
the bubbles, but you turn the flow up, and then you 
straddle the water jets in the corners, or on the 
recliner part, and let the water rush over your clit. 
It's easy. You've never done it?" Amy said, to Karen's 
shock. 

"NO, I've never done it!" Karen said, surprised. "Where 
did YOU learn it?"

Amy considered. "I guess I just figured it out. I was in 
the hot tub one time, and was doing flips in the water, 
just rolling over and over, and the stream from a jet 
hit me just right. I stopped and figured out how to do 
it. You should totally try it, it feels really good!" 
Amy looked at me. "I don't think it would work for boys, 
though." 

I waved my hand. "I figured." Nature favors the vagina 
after all.

"So after that, we've been... nupengyu?" Amy asked Liu 
Si. (Girlfriend)

"Nuxingtongxingliande." Liu Si rattled off, not looking 
very happy.

"Woman... same..." Amy murmured as she parsed the word. 
"Well, I think that just means "lesbian." I meant 
something nicer, more romantic, like ... yehanzi!" (A 
woman's lover)

Liu Si thought it over, smiled a bit, and nodded. "You 
should see her when she cums, she's SO cute!" Amy said, 
but Liu Si made a "tch!" sound and kicked at her with 
her foot. *I already did* I thought but did not say. Her 
head bonking into the door was kind of a giveaway.

"So after we'd had all we could take from the hot tub, 
we staggered back inside and spent the rest of the night 
talking, and occasionally kissing. We didn't really DO 
anything else, because the hot tub wore us out, but I 
think we both enjoyed the closeness." Amy said, winding 
down. 

She looked at Liu Si. "Sorry I got us caught." She 
looked back at Karen. "I woke up and saw her kneeling at 
the keyhole, and heard *you guys.* I figured out what 
was up, but I didn't want to miss this opportunity to 
really make love to her. 

"I snuck up, laid down, scooched up, and just moved her 
fingers aside and stuck my tongue in her. She jumped a 
MILE but I was already going to town, so she let me do 
it. I should have asked, but I was greedy." She looked 
again at Liu Si. "Will you forgive me?"

Liu Si crawled out of my lap on all fours and kissed Amy 
gently on the lips. My cock twitched. "Meili meihao 
qingren. Of course I forgive you." Liu Si murmured. 
(beautiful, wonderful sweetheart.)

Karen wiped her forehead, but smiled. "Now tell her 
about the "no spying" rule. We don't like unauthorized 
spectators. Other than that, I think it's time for bed." 
She reached out to hug Liu Si, who kissed her on the 
cheek. "Welcome to the family, again." 

Liu Si turned to me, while Amy hugged Karen in thanks. I 
went to hug Liu Si, who blushed and gave me a tiny shy 
smile. "Xie xie ni," She whispered, and also kissed me 
on the cheek. I kissed her cheek in return, and she 
blushed even harder. "Don't worry about it." I said. "We 
love you."

"I love you too." She whispered, and then stood to take 
Amy's hand. 

"Well, we're going back to bed, to sleep." Amy 
volunteered. "You guys try to keep it down in here." 
Karen blushed, but I shooed them to the door.

After shutting it, I returned to the bed. "That was... 
unexpected." Karen said.

"Not completely," I said, unwrapping my sheet and 
flapping it in the air to straighten it out. "I've been 
seeing pieces of the puzzle for a little while now."

"Geez. Did we totally go wrong raising Amy?" Karen 
asked. I smiled. "We all raised each other. I think we 
did ok."

I climbed back in the bed, and propped my head up on my 
elbow. Karen cleared her throat, and blushed at me. 
"Thank you," she said.

"For what?" I asked easily.

"For... the requests. Before the crisis, I mean," she 
mumbled. I grinned.

"I forgot to mention, there was one condition to me 
fulfilling your requests," I said, raising one eyebrow. 
Karen looked at me, smiling but suspicious. "Oh yeah?"

"You have to let me do it again and again and again. I 
want to lick your pussy every chance I get, and I want 
lots of chances." I growled at her. She pretended to 
drop her jaw in shock, but she was smiling. "Well, I 
don't know what to say to that, except... thank you."

"I should be thanking YOU. I loved every second of it. 
And I think that's definitely my favorite sex position," 
I said, and Karen smiled warmly. "Mine too."

I looked at the clock. "There's not long before dawn. 
Would you do me a favor and just stay here? With me in 
my bed?" I asked her, and she looked delighted. "I would 
love to," she said, and we crawled under the covers. She 
snuggled up to me, spooning, her backside to my front 
side, and I fell asleep with my arms around her, 
breathing against her neck, in absolute bliss.

***
Chapter 9 - Amy's show/Family Date Night / Playground 
fight
***

I woke up alone, which momentarily bummed me, but then I 
heard the shower running, and the echoing sound of Karen 
singing to herself (I'll Take You There by the Staples 
Singers) and I cheered up. Life is good.

The water shut off after a while, and Karen peeked into 
my room, wrapping her hair up in a towel, another towel 
chastely wrapped around her gorgeous frame. "Morning!" 
She said lightly. I grinned and stretched. Choosing to 
shower also, I wandered into the bathroom, to find Liu 
Si entering at the same time, from Amy's room. She was 
still dressed in a t-shirt, her hair all wild and crazy. 
"Sorree!" She sang, turning to leave, but I stopped her. 
"It's ok, you go ahead." I said.

"Will?" She asked. I turned, wiping my eye. "Yes?"

"I am very sorry about last night." She said earnestly. 
I waved my hands. "It's ok now, don't worry about it. 
Just... never mind, it's fine." Just don't spy on us 
anymore, I almost said, but that seemed mean. I'm sure 
she wouldn't.

"May I speak with you? After I am done in the bathroom, 
I mean?" She asked, shyly.

"Sure," I said. "Can I shower first, after you're done, 
and then we can talk?" I felt sticky and smelly and 
REALLY wanted that shower.

She nodded, and I stepped out and shut the door. A few 
minutes later, the toilet flushed, and she tapped on my 
door. "All done." She announced, and scurried back to 
her/Amy's room.

I took a good shower, although after Karen, there was 
less hot water than might have otherwise been the case. 
I made it count, and got dried off, dressing myself in 
jean shorts and a t-shirt.

A few minutes after I was dressed, a very gentle tap 
came on the door I share with Amy, and I called out. 
"Come in."

Liu Si came in, dressed very nicely in a tank top and a 
pair of knit shorts. "Hello." She said, and I smiled 
back at her. "Hello yourself. What did you want to talk 
about?" I sat on the edge of the bed, she sat in my desk 
chair.

"I wanted to ask about chores, and about ... you and 
Karen... and Amy." She said, blushing at last.

Well, first things first. "Chores? Why that? You don't 
have any chores." I said. Damned if I was going to make 
her work around here, that's all she got at the 
restaurant. She nodded and said "But you have chores, 
and Karen does also, and I KNOW Amy does. You all work 
together to... make a home. I have thought about it, and 
I feel that if I am to live here as well, I should have 
some... responsibilities as well. I want to help. I want 
to... belong."

I just kinda sat and looked at her. She twisted her 
fingers and looked down. I was surprised. And also, a 
little impressed. "Ok. What are things you like to do? I 
know you don't like washing pots and dishes, or chopping 
cabbage." She looked up at me.

"I did not like chopping cabbage, but I think I might 
like to learn how to cook, actually cook. Amy brags 
about how Karen can cook everything, and I want to learn 
how to do it too. Do you think she will teach me?" Liu 
Si asked. I smiled. "She'd love it, I just know she 
would."

Liu Si smiled, and actually clapped her hands. I 
couldn't help but feel just as happy for her. "And if 
you want any other responsibilities, I'm sure Amy will 
share some of hers, just don't let her give you all of 
them. Keep it fair, but whatever you two work out is 
fine." I said, and she nodded again.

Now, I felt a little uneasy. "And you wanted to ask 
about me and Karen and Amy?" I said, my throat starting 
to get a little dry. Liu Si blushed and nodded. "How 
so?" I asked.

"How long have you been... lovers?" She asked, blushing 
even harder. She looked up at me and I realized she 
wasn't ashamed, just very curious and nervous.

"Not that long, really. Less than a week." I said, and 
she nodded. "It seems different around the house now. 
Happier, warmer."

"Really?" I asked, not having thought about it. Not like 
we were cold and distant before, but I definitely know 
*I'M* happier now. Ok, yeah, I can see it.

"And . . am *I* also expected to... ." She trailed off, 
and then just pointed from her to me, her face burning. 

It took me a second, and then I was awash in freezing 
cold shock. "No! No, you're not expected to do 
anything!" I almost jumped to my feet, but didn't. "It's 
not like that! Karen and Amy do what they want to out of 
love." Geez, that would make me as bad as Kai Long!

Liu Si had her hands up placatingly. "Please forgive me. 
I did not mean to suggest that anything bad was 
happening here. And I did not think that you were going 
to force me to do things. I just... I am sorry. I seem 
ungrateful. I merely wanted to know what was expected of 
me." She looked very contrite.

"All that I expect of you is that you be happy, that you 
tell us if you need anything, or if something is wrong, 
that you let us help you if you need it, and that you 
don't burn the house down." This last was said with a 
smile. Liu Si looked up at me with a shy smile. "Other 
than that, you may do as you like. We love you."

She stood and shyly walked over, where she suddenly 
grabbed me in a hug. I hugged her back. She smelled like 
cucumber mint, and it was nice. As we parted, she 
brushed her hair back behind her ear and smiled very 
prettily at me.

Amy trudged into the room, hair in a mop, wearing her 
shirt from yesterday, and the pink panties from last 
night. "Whu'd I miss?" She mumbled, stretching.

"Pants." Liu Si grinned. Amy looked down, and then 
cocked her hips. "Hey, you're lucky I'm wearing THIS 
much." Liu Si blushed and covered her face.

"But I'm glad you're both here." Amy said, turning 
serious. "Will, last night I told her all about *us.* 
You know, after we went back to bed." I nodded.

"I figured." I said. Didn't seem to be a secret any 
more, anyway.

"Is Karen mad? About any of it?" Amy asked, concerned. 

I shook my head. "Once she realized that you were 
seducing Liu Si, not molesting her, she calmed way down. 
She was a little disappointed in you just on general 
principle, but she'll be cool by now. Liu Si seemed like 
a participant, not a victim."

Liu Si grinned, and grabbed Amy. Amy grabbed her in 
return. "I just... didn't want you to think I didn't 
want you anymore." She said to me. "I still love both 
you AND Karen, but I love her too. Is that ok?" She 
looked a little nervous.

"It's fine with me," I said, "although it DID come as a 
surprise."

"You mean SHE came and it was a surprise!" Amy laughed, 
at which point, Liu Si looked at her with a crafty 
expression.

"I'm sure it's fine with Karen too." I said. It was 
probably almost time for breakfast by now. "Was there 
anything else you wanted to talk about?"

"Oh!" Amy perked up, disentangled herself from Liu SI, 
and walked over to stand right in front of me. "When you 
saved her, I told her I was going to reward you. I told 
you I would invent new things to do to you."

I was already shaking my head. "And I keep telling you 
that you didn't have to, that I was happy to bring her 
home."

"And I told you I was going to do it anyway. Stop 
interrupting!" Amy snapped, but then softened. "I 
thought about what we could do, and I came up with 
this." Amy raised her hands slowly, and gracefully 
executed a half turn, until she was looking back at me 
over her shoulder. She put her hands on her hips and 
wiggled her pink-pantied butt at me, batting her lashes.

"Butt wiggling? It IS nice." I grinned, not getting it.

Amy shook her head slowly, giving her butt a swat. "I'm 
not gonna wiggle it. YOU'RE going to fuck it."

My mouth went dry. Equal parts "Wow" and "uh-oh." Liu Si 
covered her mouth in surprise. "Uh," I said, in shock. 
"How-?"

"Well, I mean, not TONIGHT, or anything, I'll have to do 
some practice first, but... I know I definitely want it. 
Your thumb felt incredible the other night, it was like 
two of my fingers. Plus, I want to give you something 
that nobody else has. Lola got first kiss, Karen got 
first blowjob AND first sex."

"You got first handjob," I pointed out weakly, but she 
shook her head. "That was a BAD sexual first, because of 
the way I did it. I want a good one, and I want this. If 
you won't do it as thanks for saving my best friend, do 
it because I want you to do it. Please?" She stepped up 
close and put her arms around my neck. Morning breath 
damaged the sexiness of the moment, albeit not that 
much. "I want you to fuck my ass, big brother. Would you 
please?" She asked, in an innocent little girl voice, 
and I had a lump in my throat. And my pants.

Liu Si smiled when she heard the voice, but she was 
still a little shocked, especially when Amy added "Liu 
Si's going to help me get ready for it." Liu Si's jaw 
dropped, and she put her hands on her hips like *say 
WHAT now?*

"Pleeeeeease?" Amy pouted, batting her lashes at me 
again.

"I really don't think-" I started and Amy interrupted 
me. "Good, then don't think, just say yes."

I cleared my throat and started again. "This is NOT a 
good idea. You could get hurt, bad."

"But I won't, because I'll be very careful," Amy said, 
calmly. "Listen, it's not going to be any time real 
soon, but I'm going to be practicing until I can do it." 
She looked me right in the eye. "I WANT this, ok? Lots 
of reasons." 

She counted off on her fingers. 

"It's for you, it's for me, I KNOW it feels good, 
because when I masturbate I can finger my butt and make 
myself cum from it, and I want to." She put her hand 
down. "And if Karen doesn't like it herself, then I'm 
your only chance for anal sex. I know most guys want it, 
right? It's in almost all of your movies. Here's your 
opportunity, and I don't think I should have to beg." 
She was starting to get annoyed.

I held up my hands. "You're completely serious?" I 
asked.

"One hundred percent." Amy said, her chin thrust out.

I relented. I was still a little scared of the idea, but 
yes, I've always wanted to try it. It's just one of 
those things. "Ok," I said. "I'm willing to go for it. 
You have to be ready, though, I mean really ready." but 
Amy was already celebrating.

"YES!" She whooped, jumping straight up. Liu Si just 
gave me a lopsided smile and shook her head in 
amazement. "This is gonna be SO great!" Amy crowed. She 
then darted in for a kiss. "Thank you, thank you, thank 
you! Awesomeness!"

Any misgivings I had about taking advantage of her were 
gone. Amy was seriously jazzed about the idea. "I've 
seriously wanted to try it ever since I learned that my 
butt likes being fingered. I wanted to try it with the 
real thing!" Amy brushed her hair back out of her face, 
breathless with excitement.

She turned to Liu Si. "I'll need your help." Liu Si 
looked less than 100% committed. Amy read her 
expression, and tried to reassure her. "Don't worry, 
there won't be any poop. I know what to do." Liu Si just 
smiled and shook her head again. "You are crazy." She 
said, smiling. Amy calmed down a bit, and gave her a big 
hug. "I love you. Thanks for helping me."

Amy released Liu Si, and smiled huge at me. "Well, I 
suppose I should go get dressed, Karen's probably 
wondering where the heck we are." As she turned to walk 
towards her room, Liu Si grinned at me, and pointed to 
Amy like *watch this.*

Stepping up behind Amy, she deftly reached out and 
pinched the sides of Amy's panties, quickly yanking them 
to her knees, with a cry of "GOT YOU!" 

Amy's cute little ass was instantly exposed, and with 
her panties around her knees she stumbled badly, 
catching herself on her hands, bent over fully, her 
pussy peeking at me. "Ack!" She cried, as Liu Si ran 
past her into their room, giggling maniacally. "YOU!"

Amy scrambled to her feet, pulling up her underwear with 
one hand, and gave chase. From their room came happy 
squeals and the sounds of cuddly violence. An aptly 
named throw pillow came rolling into my room and fell 
over.

(This by the way is now a game the two of them play. At 
random times, one will try to surprise the other one 
with a quick de-pantsing or pulling their top off or 
down. There will then be a quick foot chase, and some 
brutal tickling or pillow-whopping. The other day at the 
library, Amy was back in the stacks with Liu Si, who was 
wearing a polo shirt and a pleated denim skirt. Amy 
pointed to a book on a high shelf behind Liu Si, and 
when she turned to reach for it, Amy yanked the denim 
skirt straight up to Liu Si's armpits. Nobody saw it, 
but they DID get shushed at for making noise. A few days 
later, they were at the mall, and while Amy was trying 
on some new jeans, Liu Si managed to get ALL of the 
pants out of the dressing room. Karen found them, a red-
faced Amy with her head sticking out the door trying to 
get Liu Si to bring them back, and Liu Si calmly hanging 
everything on hangers about fifteen feet away, including 
the shorts Amy had worn to the store. Needless to say, 
that game got limited to the house ONLY, never in 
public.)

Breakfast was good, and before long the truck called for 
better directions to deliver the new bed and dresser. 
For convenience's sake, we just told them Mrs. Klemp's 
address, and I drove the tractor and cart out to meet 
them there. I parked behind the house, and when the 
truck got there, I just had them lean the stuff against 
the side of the garage. Lola's car was gone, so I just 
called the house and left a message on the machine. "We 
love you! Come see us when you can!" I thought for a 
moment. "Call ahead!"

I balanced a few boxes on the tractor cart, and set off 
slowly for the house. I figured the front door would be 
easiest, so I unloaded on the front porch. I rounded up 
Amy and Liu Si, since it was for them after all, and got 
them to open up the boxes of bed parts and start 
carrying them upstairs. When I got back with the dresser 
box, I had them leave that one alone, figuring ONE piece 
of furniture spread all over the room was enough.

The mattress and the box springs were last (and biggest) 
and it took all four of us to navigate them upstairs, 
where we left them in the hallway. I put the tractor 
away, and Amy and Liu Si got her old bed stripped, and 
the mattress downstairs into the living room. We got her 
old bed apart, and the girls started getting it into the 
basement, while I began the construction of her new bed.

Karen had the foresight to get a queen bed set when we 
had been clothes shopping for Liu Si, so we had dolphin-
print sheets for it when I (finally) got it together, at 
which point we stopped for a late lunch. It was then 
that Amy dropped the bomb on Karen about the anal sex.

"You want to WHAT?!" Karen said in shock. "Amy!"

Amy held up her hands. "Calm down. We've already talked 
about this. It's cool."

Karen put her elbow on the table, her chin in her hand, 
and just looked at Amy. Amy met her gaze without 
hesitation. "I WANT this." Karen sighed.

"I just feel like if I don't try to keep you from 
jumping into things, you're going to get yourself 
killed." Karen said. Amy got defensive. "Not by Will! 
He'd never do anything to hurt me. Stop acting like I'm 
running naked into a frat house with "Screw me" written 
on my chest."

"Don't get angry." Karen said, "I just meant that some 
of the things you've already told me about are going to 
be dangerous for you, and you could get hurt. Will is 
not going to fit in your butt, just like he doesn't fit 
in your vagina."

"I'm going to take plenty of practice, until I'm good 
and ready. Hu Die is going to help." Liu Si looked ever 
so slightly nauseated, but bravely gave a thumb's up 
anyway. "Using that thumb, in fact." Amy continued, at 
which Liu Si looked at her thumb, made a face, and then 
giggled.

Karen looked at me. "And what do YOU have to say for 
yourself?"

I cleared my throat and spoke. "She convinced me first, 
that she really wants it, and second, that she'll be 
safe and clean. You saw how she went crazy the other 
night when it was just the tip of my thumb. I believe 
her. She wants me to do it. It wasn't my idea, but I'll 
participate."

"Well, don't think *I'm* going to want the same thing." 
Karen said. "Because I don't."

I shook my head. "I wasn't going to ask. I'm thrilled 
with what I already have, I'm not going to push for 
something you don't want."

Seemingly mollified, Karen relaxed a bit. "Just promise 
me that everyone will be totally careful, please?" She 
said, looking from me to Amy. Amy held up her hand like 
Scout's Honor, and I nodded.

We went back to eating. The silence stretched. Liu Si 
slurped her soda, and Karen put down her sandwich with a 
plop. "Am I a prude?" She asked, looking at us. "Am I no 
fun?"

Memories of our amazing sex last night flashed instantly 
through my head. "No way. Why?"

Karen rubbed her forehead. "I just suddenly realize how 
shrewish I sounded, like I was scolding both of you."

Amy reached out and touched Karen's other hand. "I 
didn't take it that way. You're just looking out for me. 
I know it's because you care."

Karen smiled at her, and took Amy's hand in hers. "I 
just don't want you to get hurt, and it sounded 
dangerous to me."

"I knew how you meant it. If you didn't care about me, 
then you wouldn't say stuff. I love you. I like when you 
watch out for me." Amy said, and raised Karen's hand to 
where she could kiss it. "Don't ever stop, ok? I might 
not always agree, but I know it means you love me."

"Ok, good." Karen said, relaxing. "Now finish your 
vegetables."

Liu Si snorted laughter, and I grinned, because the only 
thing on our plates that could be considered vegetables 
was the ruffled potato chips we were eating. Amy stuck 
out her tongue, and then laughed.

We all ate our vegetables, and then got back to work. 
The dresser was ridiculous, and if you followed the 
directions exactly, you'd install the drawer sliders 
upside down. Luckily, I had Liu Si to translate from the 
Chinese, because the English directions were badly 
screwed up. On the one line where it was talking about 
using a screwdriver, not a drill, because the screw 
would go too far and punch out the top of the dresser, 
it literally said "Not to Twist abundantly!"

Finally, I got the dresser together, glue and all, and 
it was time for supper. I went into the kitchen and just 
put my arms around Karen. She gave me a happy "Mmmmm" 
and continued stirring the mac and cheese. I put my head 
on her shoulder and sighed happily. "I don't like 
furniture anymore." I mumbled, and she laughed gently.

Amy came into the kitchen, having been in the basement 
with Liu Si, wedging the last of her old bed parts back 
in the corner. "We'll make it up to you, how's that? 
Super backrub and hand massage after supper, me and Liu 
Si both."

"I have to rub both of you?" I said, in mock dismay. 
Karen snickered. Amy just swatted me as she walked past. 
"I also wanted some more blow job practice, if that's ok 
with you."

Why wouldn't it be ok? I thought, but said "What's Liu 
Si going to do while you're doing me?" I released Karen 
and leaned on the counter. Amy leaned on the other side 
of the kitchen island, facing us. Liu Si walked in, 
brushing her hair back from her forehead, and leaned 
next to Amy.

"I was going to do it when she takes her shower." Amy 
said. "We talked about bathroom schedules earlier today 
while you were putting the bed together. Liu Si's going 
to bathe at 8:30 or nine." Karen usually took her 
showers at night, around ten, and I usually took mine in 
the mornings. Amy just did whatever Amy wanted, 
sometimes not bathing for a couple days. I took this 
hopefully as a sign she was going to start bathing more 
often. (Love ya, Amy, but everybody needs to bathe 
regularly. -W.) ( >:-P -A.)

"So can I?" Amy purred. "It's been three days since I 
had it in my mouth, and I'm dyin' here." Liu Si blushed.

"I'll see what I can do." I smiled, but Amy corrected 
me. "No you'll see what *I* can do."

Liu Si turned and quietly whispered something into Amy's 
ear. "Liu Si wants to know if she can stay and watch." 
Amy said immediately. Liu Si gasped, turned bright red, 
punched Amy on the shoulder, hard, and ducked out of 
sight below the counter in embarrassment. Karen covered 
her mouth, trying not to laugh. Amy grinned fearlessly 
at me. I sighed.

I quickly walked around the kitchen island to find Liu 
Si sitting on her heels, covering her face, her hair 
hanging down around her like a curtain. I leaned down 
and said "Pssst!" One eye peeked at me. I held out my 
hand with a gentle smile, and she slowly brushed her 
hair back, took my hand and stood, where she punched 
Amy's shoulder again, softer this time.

"You can stay." I said. "If you want to watch Amy and 
me, you don't have to hide."

"You know we're doing it," Amy said with a shrug, 
"Excluding you now would just be... . mean."

"I was told you had a no spying rule, so I was not sure 
if you would let me. That is why I WHISPERED to Amy." 
Liu Si said, giving Amy a dirty look.

"When we're doing stuff together, watching is allowed, 
as long as we KNOW you're watching." Karen said. "Then, 
it's usually ok." She put chopped-up kielbasa in with 
the macaroni. "It's the sneaking and spying that isn't 
cool. When you think you have privacy and you don't, 
then that's not a good feeling." She turned and gave Liu 
Si a little smile. "But if you want to watch her with 
Will tonight, then that's ok with me."

Liu Si smiled, still blushing. "Thank you." She said, in 
a tiny voice.

"Besides, I'm going to be watching tonight too." Karen 
said. "I've gotta learn how she does that." Amy just 
bounced up and down and grinned.

As I got drinks and cups out for supper, my inner chaos 
was belied by my calm exterior. Sex in front of an 
acknowledged audience? *shivers down spine* I couldn't 
tell if I was excited or worried.

We ate dinner, which was salad and kielbasa macaroni and 
cheese, before we headed into the living room. It was at 
dinner that I learned that Liu Si liked hot sauce. I 
usually put some on certain things, but she applied it 
liberally to her mac and cheese. She used about three 
times what I would have put on, but she seemed to enjoy 
it immensely.

We drifted into the living room, where Amy and Liu Si 
had me remove my shoes, socks, and shirt, and lay face 
down on the rug. Amy produced a bottle of lotion, and 
she and Liu Si both got their hands moist. They began at 
my feet, kneading each foot, working their way up to my 
ankles, then my calves, then my thighs, each girl 
working on one leg by herself. It felt great.

When they got to the top of my leg, the beginning of my 
buttocks, Amy straddled my butt and started on my lower 
back, while directing Liu Si to start on my hands. An 
erection began to grow. While Amy's hands began kneading 
the muscles of my back, her weight pressing my pelvis 
into the floor, Liu Si scooched up and began caressing 
my left hand, gently rubbing each finger, rolling each 
knuckle a little left and right, just loosening up my 
joints. I propped my chin on my other hand and watched 
her as she concentrated on her work. 

After a few moments, she looked up and saw me watching 
her, and blushed a smile. "You have very strong hands," 
she said, ducking her head. I grinned at her, and went 
to speak but right that second Amy got something in my 
back to crack loudly, and I winced and gasped instead.

"Got it!" Amy said to herself, and then addressed Liu 
Si. "His hands *are* really strong, you should play 
Treasure with him." I had almost completely forgotten 
about it, but Treasure was the name of a game Amy and I 
used to play when she was like 3, where I would put a 
quarter in my hand and make a fist, and if she could pry 
my fingers off of it and get it out, she could have it. 
We would play until I ran out of quarters, or one of us 
got mad.

Liu Si held my hand in both of hers and kneaded my palm 
with her thumbs. It was very nice. She was still 
blushing a little, but kept an eye on me to make sure I 
was still enjoying it. I was.

Amy had reached the middle of my back, and stretched out 
her legs along mine, holding herself up with her arms, 
using her weight to push and massage my muscles. Liu Si 
moved up my arm, rubbing my forearm and bicep, which I 
flexed under her fingers once or twice. Soon, she had 
moved back down to my hand, palm down this time, and was 
gently rubbing the back of my hand with her thumbs. She 
asked Amy a question in Chinese. 

I could hear Amy's smile. "Sure, if you want to," Amy 
said. Liu Si quickly bent down and kissed the back of my 
hand. I almost jumped. Liu Si quickly scooched over to 
my right and tapped her finger on the rug right in front 
of her knees. I switched hands, and she started again on 
my right. Good times.

I slowly melted into the rug. Karen drifted in from the 
kitchen, and sat at my side, her knees tucked under her 
sideways. "He looks relaxed." She said approvingly.

"I could go to sleep right here." I mumbled.

Amy still laying on me, massaging my neck muscles at 
this point, stopped and tapped me on the back of the 
head. "You better not! Parts of you have to be awake for 
this."

"Don't worry," I said. "All present and accounted for." 
My penis was at about 60%, hard enough to feel, but not 
so much that being bent made it hurt. "Good." Amy said 
firmly, and then kissed the back of my neck. Zing! 80%, 
starting to hurt. I shifted a little. "Umm, I need to 
readjust it."

"No, I think you just need to roll over," Amy said 
smugly. "I'm ready if you are."

Moment Of Truth time. Amy got off of me, Liu Si released 
my hand after another quick kiss, and I rolled over onto 
my back. My bulge was quite prominent, much to Amy and 
Karen's interest. Liu Si moved from out of my field of 
vision, to way over by the ottoman, where she sat with 
her knees pressed together. Karen motioned her over. 
"You don't need to be so far away, honey." She pointed 
to the floor next to me, opposite from herself. Liu Si 
blushed, nervously crept over and sat, demurely on her 
knees, although still about four feet away

"I'm not sure how much I've got, as far as stamina 
goes." I said, not sure how to phrase it. "I've unloaded 
both the past two nights."

"BOTH the past two nights?" Amy said, surprised. Karen 
cleared her throat politely. "Um, the night he brought 
Liu Si home, I made sure to thank him." Amy gave her a 
thumb's up, and an evil grin. "Excellent work!"

Amy tapped my ankles, pushing them a little apart, and I 
spread my legs. She scooched up to kneel between my 
knees, and looked down at me. "Are you ready? You're 
going to be my visual aid for Deep Throat class."

"Is this going to be on the test?" I joked weakly, and 
Amy grabbed my bulge. "No, but this is!"

She stuck her tongue out in concentration as she 
unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my fly. Nothing much 
else happened, as my dick was already down my left pant 
leg, and too hard to pull out through my zipper. "I was 
hoping it would pop out, but it's already stuck!" She 
laughed, and tugged on my shorts. I lifted up my hips, 
and she shucked them (my shorts, not my hips) to my 
knees. 

Then, she lunged forward, putting her hands alongside my 
hips, and used both her legs like a donkey to kick the 
pants down to my ankles. It was a pretty good trick., 
and both Karen and I were impressed. "Ta-DA!" Amy sang.

My erection was (just barely) shrouded by my briefs (ran 
out of clean boxers that morning) and was clearly rarin' 
to go. Amy fluttered her eyelashes at me, and said "And 
now, the star of our show ... " and pulled my briefs 
down. There it was, a happy erection, eight inches at 
least, twitching gently with my heartbeat.

Amy grasped the base of it, and gently tilted it back 
and forth, back and forth, like the World's Dirtiest 
Metronome. Her hand felt warm, and very good. 
"Ladiiiiiies and gentleman, before your *very* eyes, I 
will *once* again attempt to successfully navigate this 
giant cock *all* the way down my tender throat, milking 
it until it explodes in creamy splendor!" Amy cried, 
apparently enjoying being the center of attention. Karen 
sighed, but laughed. Liu Si was agog. "Hounianmayue!" 
She gasped. (Impossible!)

"No, it's not impossible, I did it before." Amy 
reassured her, dropping the carnival barker act. "I 
practiced for years, with popsicles, carrots, any food 
that was long and hard enough to suppress my gag reflex. 
Those big candy canes, too."

"But it looks..." Liu Si broke off, and looked at me 
guiltily, aware I was watching. "...guoda." She 
finished. She winced and held up her fingers an inch 
apart. "Lingrenhaipade." (Too big) and (a little scary)

Amy shook her head. "Mei far. It's neither of those 
things. What it IS, is meihao. You'll see." (No way) and 
(wonderful)

I missed most of that exchange, not speaking Chinese, 
but I was too busy being dumb and happy. There wasn't 
enough blood in my brain at that point to think anything 
other than "Yay!"

"But how do you get it past your throat so far?" Karen 
asked, watching closely.

"Well, first you get it good and wet. Which reminds me, 
find your last Adam and Eve catalog and get us some 
flavored lubricant." Amy ordered me. "It'll make 
everything I want to do SO much easier. I got K/Y for my 
butt, but that stuff's not edible. A little Passion 
fruit Passion would make everything way more fun, and 
less work." 

She released my cock, and scooched down until she was 
laying between my legs. Cupping my balls with both 
hands, she began licking from my balls all the way up 
the underside of my cock, until she got to the head. 
Big, wide juicy licks. I was in heaven. Something about 
getting my balls licked just makes me feel like I'm 
floating weightlessly.

She licked her fingers until they were shiny and wet, 
and then grasped the head of my cock, bending it over 
and licking up the sides, both left and right. Her other 
hand was busy cradling and rolling my testicles. It felt 
Grrrrreeeeat!

"And then once it's wet enough, you just force it down 
your throat. The hard part is first when it goes past 
your tongue and hits the back of your throat, it may not 
want to bend, so you should try to get your throat as 
straight as possible, you've seen how sword swallowers 
do it, with their heads way back?" Amy purred, stroking 
me gently with her hand. Karen nodded.

"But since he's laying on the floor, it's going to be 
hard for me to get my throat like that, so this really 
will be more of a workout than if he were upright and I 
was kneeling or something." Amy stated, but then smiled 
lovingly at me. "Besides, practice makes perfect." She 
kissed the side of my dick, right on my circumcision 
scar. "I'm going to do some regular blowjob stuff first, 
so you don't get bored, then I'm going to really go for 
it."

"I could never get bored of this, any of this," I said 
sincerely. She smiled at me. "Good." and went to work.

Whatever Amy may lack in practice, or technique, (which 
is not to say she lacks anything, but she IS new at 
this. Hell, so am I.) she more than makes up for in 
enthusiasm. Both hands stroking, tongue fluttering, 
plenty of attention to the balls, it's like a juggling 
act, and I've got the best seat in the house. Little 
happy growls, sighs, slurps, it is a feast for all 
senses, except perhaps smell.

Karen watched with an appreciative eye, but I could see 
the whites of Liu SI's eyes in my peripheral vision. She 
was obviously rooted to the spot, watching her best 
friend (and lover) delightedly sucking my straining 
erection.

After that point, I just kind of had tunnel vision, only 
able to see Amy working my dick, both Karen and Liu Si 
just fading out of my awareness. Amy continued to play, 
and suck, and kiss, and fondle, and I was completely at 
her mercy, loving every second of it. After a few 
glorious minutes of this, she stopped, cleared her 
throat, and gave me a nod. "Here goes." She said, and 
sucked me in about three or four inches. 

Wiggling her tongue on the sensitive underside of my 
cock, she pulled off again. "After this, I won't be able 
to talk much, because once I get started, it's easier to 
keep going and not stop." She looked at Karen, who was 
spellbound. "I also find it easier if I keep swallowing, 
because it kinda fools my throat." Amy looked at me 
next. "Also, my eyes are going to be watering like 
crazy, and it may look like I'm crying, but I'm not, ok? 
Don't get worried. If I'm having trouble, or in pain or 
something, I would stop. As long as I'm doing it, I'm 
loving it, remember that." I nodded. She shifted up onto 
her knees, much closer, and then positioned herself so 
she was coming straight down at it, rather than in at an 
angle.

Amy cleared her throat again, and sucked me into her 
mouth about five inches. She slid off about two, and 
then pushed back down. I could feel the end of my cock 
hitting the back of her throat, but she shut her eyes, 
pushed down even harder, and with a silent but very 
tactile *pop*, it had slipped past it. 

Her eyes began watering immediately, silent tears 
leaking from under her closed eyelids, glittering on her 
eyelashes before they either trickled down her nose or 
fell onto my skin. I could feel my erection bending as 
it made the turn from her mouth to her throat, but it 
wasn't unpleasant.

She pulled off until I was back in her mouth again, out 
of her throat, and took a deep breath through her nose. 
She let it out, took another one, and went right back 
down on me. I could feel her throat muscles massaging my 
length as she swallowed, again and again. It was 
amazing. Slow and careful, but amazing.

Her left hand gripped the base of my erection, her right 
hand cradled my testicles, not rolling them or squeezing 
them, but just holding them gently, as she forced my 
cock deeper and deeper into her throat. I was in heaven 
all over again.

After a minute, she slipped back off most of the way for 
another few deep breaths, but then she went all the way 
down, her nose brushing my pubic hair, until it touched 
my pelvis. Tears positively coursed down from her eyes, 
shut tight in concentration. She let go of my balls and 
just ground it up and down, about three inches, my cock 
fucking deep into her throat with each thrust, her 
muscles milking me as she swallowed. 

I was right on the brink in almost no time, I just 
couldn't believe how good it felt. It was like last 
night when Karen was cumming, her pussy squeezing me 
tight as it spasmed through her climax. Amy's throat 
felt like a pussy at full blast orgasm, and I was 
rocketing towards my own.

Karen tapped me on the arm silently, and I almost 
jumped, having completely forgotten that Amy and I were 
not alone in the room. When I struggled to focus on her, 
she was pointing past me, her eyes alight, silently 
mouthing the word "look!" I turned to look, and saw Liu 
Si.

Liu Si was still kneeling about four feet away, but 
whereas before she was paying close attention, now she 
was not. Her left hand was up her shirt, rubbing her 
right nipple, and her right hand was down the front of 
her knit shorts. She had her head back, her mouth open, 
her eyes about half closed, and she was rocking gently 
back and forth, lost in her own little world of sexual 
ecstasy. It was adorable, and completely hot. I felt my 
testicles draw up, and knew I was done for.

"Amy!" I grunted, starting to shake. "I'm... I'm... 
AAAAhhhhhh!"

I came so hard it was like my whole pelvis moved. Amy 
quickly withdrew until my cock was just in her mouth, 
and I could hear the breath whistling in and out of her 
nose, interrupted only by her occasional swallow, as I 
helplessly pumped squirt after squirt of hot seed into 
her mouth. "MMMmmmMMMmmmmMMMmmm" She growled, stroking 
all of me that wasn't currently being licked by her 
tongue. My body began to calm, and the tremors stopped.

I heard a thump, and looked over to see Liu Si, now bent 
forward, propped up with her left hand, her right still 
busy between her legs. Her head hung down, and her hair 
blocked any view of her face, but I could tell from the 
little gasps she began making that she was right about 
to hit her own orgasm, or at least was damn close. 

Her whimpers must have caught Amy's attention, because 
there was a momentary hesitation in her slow stroking. I 
looked down, to see Amy, her eyes open at last, wiping 
the tears out of her eyes and looking in surprise at Liu 
Si, all with about two inches of me still in her mouth.

Amy snapped her fingers at Karen, and then quickly 
pointed to Liu Si and then her own eyes once or twice. 
In a moment, Karen understood. "LIU SI, LOOK AT AMY!" 
Karen called, loud enough to get through to her. Liu Si 
struggled to comply, and then Amy took her mouth off my 
cock and went "Ahhhhhhh!" showing Liu Si a mouthful of 
my cum. Liu Si's eyes widened, rolled upwards, and with 
a cry, Liu Si came. Pretty hard, too.

She lost her balance and just sort of slumped to the 
floor, rocking all the way forward on her knees, her 
feet now pointing straight up into the air. She was 
still laying on her right hand, but her whole body shook 
as she gasped and whimpered through her climax. Amy 
quickly swallowed my cum, kissed my cock, and jumped to 
her feet.

She ran over to Liu Si, and lay down next to her, 
putting her arms around her, and held her until her body 
was calm again. Liu Si gasped for breath, and weakly 
pushed her hair out of her face. She murmured something 
to Amy, who shushed her. "Nonsense! I'm glad you enjoyed 
it too." She kissed Liu Si's forehead. "Give me your 
hand for a second." 

Liu Si held up her right hand, still visibly wet, and 
Amy began licking it, sucking on the fingers, cleaning 
it off. Liu Si sighed with satisfaction.

Karen meanwhile, had gotten up, and was just now seating 
herself between my legs. I looked down in surprise, but 
she smiled reassuringly and waved her hand. "Relax, I'm 
just helping with cleanup." She leaned forward and 
licked my cock clean, sucking gently at the tip to make 
sure it was empty. "I didn't get any this time, so I 
call next, whenever you're recovered, I mean."

"I love you." was all I could say. She gave me a 
gorgeous smile. "And *I* love you. I think Amy's got me 
beat in the oral sex department. I don't think I'll be 
able to do it like that any time soon, but I'll try."

I shook my head weakly. "It's not a contest. I love just 
being with you, so how you do it isn't so important." My 
dick was starting to calm down, and Karen rubbed it 
softly, also rubbing my thighs and my stomach, until my 
erection was fading, and I was once again relaxed.

Amy was still holding Liu Si, and it struck me as funny 
that she had made love to me, but was cuddling with 
someone else. No hard feelings, of course.

The phone rang. "PHONE!" Amy yelled, making Liu Si 
giggle.

Karen jumped up and got the cordless, answering it while 
she walked back into the living room. "Hello? Hi, Lola!" 
She sat next to me. "No, we're just-" she reached over 
to tickle my still exposed penis "hanging out." I 
lurched and pulled up my underwear, which made her pout.

"SURE you could. We'd love to see you. How soon?" She 
blinked, and looked at me. "Ok, we'll be here. Love you, 
see you soon." and hung up.

"Lola's coming over. You two go wash your hands, and fix 
your clothes." Karen said, and Liu Si and Amy straggled 
to their feet and ran off upstairs. She patted me on the 
thigh. "Can you get yourself to the couch?" she smiled 
at me. 

"I'll manage somehow." I grinned, and hoisted myself up. 
I made it to the couch, where I collapsed, still all 
warm and fuzzy. Karen went out to the kitchen, and 
returned with a pack of double mint gum and a glass of 
iced tea, which she handed me. I accepted it gratefully. 
"I thought you might need to replenish your fluids," she 
said with a grin.

"Lola was calling me from her house, so any minute now," 
Karen said, sitting on the couch and leaning against me, 
one leg folded underneath herself. She toyed with the 
pack of gum. "So do you like that better?" she asked, 
looking up at me. 

I blinked. "What, the throat thing? It's really good, 
but so is everything else we've done," I said. "Each 
time we make love, it's wonderful and amazing."

She nodded, turning the gum package over and over in her 
fingers. "I know you said it's not a contest, but that 
was rather impressive, and I wasn't sure if I could do 
it like she did."

"You don't have to. In fact, I'm glad we've all got 
different things we like or want to try. I think if you 
had the same thing every time, even sex could get 
boring." I leaned over and kissed her. "Besides, we'll 
always have the missionary position." 

She smiled and bit her lower lip, eyes sparkling.

Amy trooped downstairs, looking very pleased with 
herself. Karen tossed her the pack of gum. "Here, chew 
one real quick."

"Huh?" Amy asked. "Why?"

"Your breath," Karen said. "What's the last thing you 
had in your mouth?"

"Um, Liu Si's fingers." Amy grinned and blushed.

"And before that?" Karen asked, arching one eyebrow.

"Will's... ok." Amy tore into the pack and put a piece 
in her mouth. "Can't have cum and pussy breath, can I?" 
I winced, but Amy laughed. I quickly drank more iced 
tea.

Liu Si came down the stairs quietly, just as we heard a 
knock on the glass doors in the kitchen. (bong bong 
bong) "I'll get it!" Amy announced, and skipped into the 
kitchen. Liu Si walked over towards us, blushing.

"Hello." She said meekly. Karen smiled and held her arms 
open. "C'mere. Hugs."

She fell into Karen's arms and squeezed her in return. I 
heard the back door open, and Amy welcoming Lola. "Get 
your butt in here, you!"

When Liu Si and Karen parted, I held my arms out also. 
Liu Si practically glowed as she hugged me. I kissed her 
ear and murmured "Thank you for the massage. Did you 
have fun?"

She nodded enthusiastically with a wide-eyed smile. 
Brushing her hair back with one finger, she fetched a 
pillow from one of the chairs and sat in front of the 
couch, next to Karen.

Lola duck-walked into the living room, hampered by Amy 
clinging to her. "Look who I found!" Amy said. 

Lola laughed. "I might have to see a doctor and get this 
removed." She said patting Amy on the head. Amy pouted.

Lola was wearing slacks, and a white blouse with ruffled 
sleeves and a lace collar. A gold hoop strung with 
polished stones hung on a chain around her neck. She 
looked a little tired, but happy to be there. Amy 
released her and motioned her down, like she was going 
to tell her a secret. 

When Lola leaned down, Amy kissed her on the cheek. 
Lola's jaw dropped in surprise, and Amy laughed. "I 
stole a kiisssss," She sang, and ran over to where Liu 
Si was sitting, plopping down next to her. Liu Si gave 
her a look, but couldn't keep a straight face.

"You guys are so cute!" Lola said, and moved like she 
was going to sit where else, but Karen said "Psst!" and 
scooched over, pointing at the couch between me and her. 
Lola blushed and came over. "I wasn't going to make you 
move, but if I can, I'd LOVE to sit right there." 

She sat gently between us, and leaned back slowly, 
closing her eyes and sighing happily. "Today was a long 
day, and then when I get home, there's an invitation on 
my answering machine. Just what I needed."

Karen offered to make Amy go get her something to drink, 
but she declined politely.
She blinked down at Amy. "That's so cute!" She said, at 
which point Amy blinked and shot me a blank look. "Your 
toenails!" Lola said, and Amy looked down. The remnants 
of her rainbow toenail polish were visible.

Amy looked up and grinned. "Yeah! Want us to do you?" 
She wiggled her eyebrows, but Lola reacted in mild 
shock. "No way, I've been wearing shoes all day, my feet 
are nasty!"

Amy shrugged. "So? Go run some water in the bathtub and 
stick your feet under it until you feel good about it, 
and we'll paint your toenails for you. Come onnnnnnn." 
She grabbed Lola's knee and shook her leg.

Lola laughed, paused, and thought about it. "It's been 
years since I painted my toenails."

Karen smiled. "It'll be fun."

Liu Si grinned, and Amy spoke up again. "I'll do one, 
and Hu Die will do one, come on." Lola looked like she 
wanted to object more, but loosened up. "Ok, you've 
convinced me. I'll go wash off." She climbed to her feet 
and walked over by the chair where she had set her 
purse. She kicked off her shoes and stood barefoot. 
"Man, it feels good just like that. I've been on these 
feet all day."

Amy was helping Liu Si to her feet. "We'll get the 
polish, you get washed up." And the two girls took off.

"Can't believe I'm doing this," Lola mumbled, and walked 
gingerly out of the living room, heading for the 
downstairs bathroom. Karen got up and walked out as 
well, returning moments later with an old bath towel, 
which she spread out on the floor where Lola was 
sitting.

Moments later, Amy and Liu Si came back downstairs, each 
holding several bottles of nail polish. When Lola 
returned, they had her sit, and then each one started on 
a foot. "Don't move." Amy instructed.

Lola reached out and held hands with me and Karen both. 
"How are you guys doing? Do you need anything?" She 
looked at us both. "Liu Si fitting in ok?"

"You have NO idea." Amy piped up. "She's perfect."

Liu Si sighed happily, and kept painting.

"We're good." I said. "How about you?"

Lola shrugged her shoulders. "I could sure use more of 
you guys in my day. I had a crazy idea today, and wanted 
to run it by you."

"Go for it," Karen said.

"I know Mom used to cook for you twice a week, and 
lately it dropped to once a week. I wanted to restore 
that tradition, but since I don't cook as well as she 
did, I wanted to know if I could take you all OUT to 
dinner twice a week." Lola said. "Or at least bring you 
take-out or something. You wouldn't have to work so 
hard," here she looked at Karen, "and it would make me 
feel like I'm contributing something, instead of just 
being a name on some papers. You guys do more for me 
than I do for you, and I want to change that."

Karen waved her hand gently, like "forget it," but Lola 
was serious. "I mean it. You guys always cheer me up and 
recharge me, and all I did was bring pizza and Mountain 
Dew once. I owe you."

"We're not keeping score." I said, and she turned to me. 
"*I* am," she said.

"Well, don't." Amy said, preoccupied, painting Lola's 
middle toenail a vivid blue.

"We'll gladly go out to dinner with you if you like, but 
don't feel like you owe us anything, or that you're not 
already contributing." I said, squeezing her hand.

"We like just having you around." Karen smiled. "That's 
great just as it is."

Lola opened her mouth and then closed it. "You guys are 
so great." She sighed. "So you'll go to dinner with me?"

"It's a date!" Amy chirped, and Liu Si went 
"oooooOOOOOOooo." and giggled.

"We just have to be home by 4am," Karen joked.

"Actually, since school's out, and we're not doing dance 
or karate this summer, we could stay up as late as we 
want." I said.

"Ooh! Midnight bowling!" Amy cheered. "Do people really 
do that?" Liu Si asked. Amy shrugged. "Sure."

Lola laughed. "That might be a fun idea, I haven't been 
bowling in years. Although, bowling alleys always seemed 
kind of... seedy."

"There's a nice one over in (other local town.) They 
have go-karts, laser tag, mini golf, and an arcade." 
Karen said, patting Lola's hand. "It's kinda new, so it 
hasn't had a chance to get gross yet."

It was all news to me. "Where did you hear about it?"

She shrugged and looked down. "Amanda Preston had her 
birthday party there last year. I heard about it at 
school because she put two balloons under her shirt and 
said "Guess who I am? I like to pretend I'm not like my 
mother!" She made a face.

"Maybe it wasn't supposed to be you," Lola said, looking 
stricken.

"No, she made sure I got told about it, so ... there you 
are." Karen shrugged, but then made herself smile. 
"Screw her."

I stroked Lola's hand. "Anyway, we'd be delighted to go 
out with you. I have to warn you, we don't kiss on the 
first date."

"Yes we do!" Amy piped up, grabbing a new bottle of nail 
polish. Liu Si giggled.

Lola smiled. "I'm glad. It'll definitely help me feel 
like I'm doing more than just eating your food and 
getting pampered here."

"What's wrong with that? We like it." Karen said. 
"You're family, after all."

Lola sighed. "You guys are so great. I've got to be the 
luckiest..." She looked down at Amy and Liu Si and burst 
out laughing. They both looked up at her sudden 
outburst, and then at each other in surprise.

Karen saw it first. "Her toenails!" She gasped, covering 
her mouth.

I looked down and saw that while Amy had been doing each 
toenail a solid color, Liu Si had been doing stripes. 
"Oh no!" Liu Si cried, and Amy just slumped. Lola caught 
her breath and wiggled her toes. "Whoops!" She laughed 
again.

"We will fix it!" Liu Si said, but Lola shook her head. 
"No way. This is one-of-a-kind nail painting." She 
calmed down a bit, and smiled warmly at them both. "This 
is just fine. I mean it." She sighed.

"Want us to autograph it for you?" Amy asked, and Lola 
chuckled again. "Sure."

When they had each painted their last nail, Amy took red 
and made a tiny, clumsy AH on Lola's big toe. Liu Si 
took black and painted the Chinese character for her 
name on the big toe of the foot she was doing. They blew 
on her toes to dry them, which apparently tickled.

Lola was quite pleased with the final result. "I love 
it! Every time I see my toenails, I'll think of you two 
cuties. Normally, I don't like to let anyone touch my 
feet, but that was kinda nice."

"Sorry we messed it up." Amy said apologetically. Lola 
nudged her with her (solid colored) foot. "Stop 
apologizing. I love it."

"So where are you taking us first?" Karen smiled at 
Lola, biting her lower lip.

"Someplace dressy! Like Will could wear one of his suits 
and Hu Die could wear her new dress!" Amy clapped her 
hands, but Karen shook her head. "Not anywhere too 
expensive."

Lola squeezed Karen's hand. "Don't worry about how 
expensive it is, I don't." She looked at Amy. "Well, 
that rules out Burger Box."

Amy blushed. "I just meant it would be nice to look nice 
when we go out."

"How about The O1iv3 G4rd3n?" Lola asked. "You can dress 
nice there and not look to out of place."

"Sweet!" Amy cheered. Sounded good to me, too. It was 
agreed. 

"So when?" Karen asked. "How about tomorrow night?" Lola 
suggested. "About sixish?"

"Sounds good," I said. 

Liu Si quietly asked Amy "Do they grow olives there?" 
Amy laughed. "No, did you guys grow dragons? It's the 
name of a restaurant company. They have spaghetti and 
soup and breadsticks and stuff."

I shifted sideways, pulling my left leg underneath me, 
and stretching my right leg over across near Lola's 
feet. I was starting to get a little sleepy (must have 
been from the giant cumshot earlier) but I was trying to 
hide it. 

Lola and Karen started talking about finding homes the 
rest of the cats, and Amy and Liu Si started painting 
their own fingernails. I just kinda settled back against 
the arm of the couch, and just closed my eyes for a 
second.

I opened my eyes and everyone was talking in hushed 
tones. Amy was facing towards me, and spoke louder. 
"Hey, sleepy!"

"Long day, huh?" Lola asked me. Karen was laying against 
her, resting her head on Lola's shoulder, and Amy was 
leaning back against her legs.

"I wasn't asleep," I said, clearing my throat and trying 
to sit up straighter.

"You were snoring." Liu Si grinned. "And how else would 
you explain this?" She pointed at my right foot, which 
had been on the floor. My toenails were now a bright 
array of candy colors. Dammit.

Lola laughed and said "Uh, oh!"

Karen was less amused. "You guys! I didn't know you were 
doing that!"

Amy and Liu Si just high-fived and giggled adorably, 
clearly very pleased with themselves. How could I be mad 
at TWO girls so cute? I sighed, and smiled. "Ok, maybe I 
was a little bit asleep."

"Those colors do look good on you," Lola laughed, and 
reached out to take my hand. "I'm glad you're not afraid 
of your feminine side."

If I had a feminine side, I'd probably have found a way 
to have sex with it, I thought to myself. I stretched, 
and my neck cracked, loud. Everybody winced. "How long 
was I asleep?" I asked. The clock said 10:30 "Geez, it 
must have been a while."

"I WOULD love to stay, but I have to go feed the cats 
and get some sleep," Lola said reluctantly. "I love you 
guys, I mean it."

Amy and Karen both got up and helped her stand, hauling 
on her arms with exaggerated effort. Liu Si stood and 
scooped up the pillows she and Amy had sat on. I 
unfolded my left leg, which was asleep, and got to my 
feet. Pins and needles OUCH.

We all took turns hugging Lola, much to her 
satisfaction. "Mmmmmm," she said when it was my turn at 
last. "I swear you're all going to make me cuddly. I 
wasn't like this when I moved here, but now I'm 
addicted."

"We'll keep it coming." I promised. Amy slapped a hand 
over her mouth and turned red. Karen swatted her half-
heartedly.

As I released Lola, Amy regained her composure and took 
Liu Si's hand in an unconscious gesture. Liu Si had a 
shy little satisfied smile. "Goodnight." Amy said, and 
Liu Si added "Joi Gin." They headed off upstairs.

Karen and I walked with Lola into the kitchen. "We'll 
pick you up tomorrow at six?" I asked. "I think we can 
all fit in the Mustang."

Lola looked at me gratefully. "Whoops, didn't think of 
that, good idea."

She shouldered her purse and we both kissed her on the 
cheek. She gave a happy, tired little wriggle, and we 
all said goodnight.

As Karen and I turned off lights and headed upstairs, 
she asked me. "Do you want more tonight? Or did Amy 
drain you?"

I was actually pretty tired, and didn't feel that 
motivated for sex right then. "I'm pretty good, how 
about you?"

She waved her hand. "I'll save up for next time. I've 
got you next, after all." She grinned at me, but then 
stepped in and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Get some 
rest."

I headed into my room, shucked off my clothes, and went 
to bed. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

When we all awoke the next morning, other than throwing 
in some laundry, most of the day was spent in excited 
preparation for going out with Lola. We hadn't actually 
been out to dinner in a while, and especially not 
anywhere that wasn't fast food.

Amy and Liu Si took a shower (together, I later found 
out) and Karen got her good dress (which thankfully 
still fit) out of the back of her closet.

I shaved again, and made sure my shoes were nice and 
shiny. They still didn't match the suit, but I at least 
wanted to make sure it looked like I was trying. I had 
forgotten about my toenails being painted (I never look 
down there) until it came time to put socks on. I made a 
mental note to get some nail polish remover and remove 
this graffiti.

Immediately, it seemed, it was almost six. We assembled 
in the kitchen.

I was wearing my second suit with the best-matching tie. 
Not much to say there, but Karen and Amy looked happy 
when they saw me, so I guess it was cool.

Karen was wearing her hair up, with pearl drop earrings 
and a triple strand of seed pearls, in whatever that 
necklace style is where they twist around like a rope. 
The pale cream dress she was wearing had a knee-length, 
close fitting skirt, not the poofy kind, with three 
quarter sleeves and a medium neckline. She was wearing 
white hose and low heel pumps that matched her dress. 
She looked bright and summery.

Liu Si had on her new party dress, which was a black 
velvety-looking material with little blue and silver 
flowers embroidered all over it. It was sleeveless, with 
a mid-calf length skirt. She had her hair back in a blue 
satin ribbon, with a blue beaded necklace, and she was 
wearing the white seashell bracelet Amy had given her 
the first time they met. Her ears were not pierced, so 
she had no earrings. White socks and shiny new maryjanes 
completed her ensemble.

Amy had a lacy white blouse over a forest green, ankle-
length skirt that swirled and waved every time she 
moved, as if it were silk or some other light material. 
Tiny butterfly earrings sparkled from her earlobes, 
which were plainly visible, because she had her hair up 
in two bouncy pigtails. "What do you think?" She asked 
me, twirling. 

"You look very nice. In fact, you ALL look very nice." I 
said, looking at the three beautiful girls in the 
kitchen. 

Amy cocked her hip, shot me an evil smile, and flipped 
her pigtails with both hands. "I like these pigtails. 
Just think of me as a blow job with handlebars." Karen 
rolled her eyes, but smiled.

"AND, we have to go to the mall soon so Liu Si can get 
her ears pierced. These are for her, but she can't wear 
them." Amy pointed to her ears, and the tiny twinkly 
butterflies adorning them.

I nodded, and turned to Liu Si. "Your new outfit looks 
very nice." She blushed and smiled. "I have never had 
anything this pretty, I think." She said softly. "I like 
it."

"Well, you look adorable." Karen said warmly.

"You look very fancy too." Liu Si said. "Like a 
president's wife or someone important."

"It's the pearls." Karen said, touching them. "You 
either look classy or trashy."

"I still love the suit!" Amy grabbed onto me. "So hot!"

I did my male model impression, (Say, look at the time!) 
and shooed everyone towards the car. "C'mon let's go get 
Lola! She's probably waiting."

"WAIT!" Karen called, and pointed at Amy. "Underwear 
check!"

"Oh come on," Amy said, but Karen was insistent. "You 
know the rules. Prove you're wearing them. Let's go."

Amy grimaced, but hoisted up her long skirt to show pink 
panties, embroidered with a little daisy. "Happy now?"

"Just checking." Karen said, and turned to leave, but 
Amy snapped her fingers. "Hold on a minute, jie-jie. You 
too. Let's see what you're hiding!"

Karen looked at me, but I just shrugged. I reached into 
my waistband and pulled up the front of mine, maroon 
boxer briefs. "I'm packin'," I said. "If we can spot-
check her, she can spot-check us, right? Only fair."

Karen frowned, but then I added. "Plus, I'd love to see 
yours. Just because."

Karen laughed ruefully, but she was blushing as she 
turned and scrunched up the back of her dress, to reveal 
fire-engine red lace panties. MMM!

"Satan's panties, huh?" Amy leered. Karen blushed 
harder, yanking her dress back down. "I never should 
have rented Miss Congeniality!" She grumbled.

We got into the car carefully, not to muss ourselves, 
and headed out the driveway. I had to pull across in 
front of Mrs. Klemp's house to get from our driveway to 
hers. Once there, I looked towards the house, to see 
Lola waiting on the stoop.

Lola was a vision. Tight red sheath dress, and a 
shimmery gold scarf wrapped around her shoulders and 
draped over her bare arms. She was wearing a necklace 
that looked like one diamond set in a dime-sized gold 
disc, on a thin gold chain that suddenly made me notice 
how beautiful a woman's collarbones can be. She held a 
glossy black clutch purse, and as she turned her head to 
watch us pull up, earrings like little golden bells 
glimmered in the porch light. "She looks so gorgeous!" 
Karen admired. "Do you think we could check HER 
underwear?" Amy asked, and Liu Si swatted her.

As I stopped the car, Karen opened her door and got out. 
Lola strutted over to the car and hugged Karen. "Look at 
you! Beautiful!" Lola exclaimed.

"I almost wore that exact same thing!" Amy joked. "Lucky 
for us I changed my mind. How embarrassing THAT would 
have been!" 

Lola laughed happily. "So where am I sitting?"

"Between us!" Amy called, and clambered out of the car. 
"Look how cute you are!" Lola said, playfully flipping 
one of Amy's ponytails. "And you!" She said, looking in 
at Liu Si, who was smiling and blushing, both as hard as 
she could.

Lola hunched over and carefully climbed into the middle, 
which is really not that much of a seat, but she looked 
pleased. Amy climbed back in and they all sat happily 
squished together. Karen replaced her seat and sat 
carefully, doing that butt-smoothing thing girls do when 
they sit in a dress. I love watching that.

As I pulled out of the driveway, Lola was talking to Amy 
and Liu Si. "Look!" She said, pointing down, and they 
both craned over to see the floor, then cheered.

"What's up?" Karen asked, turning in her seat.

"Her shoes have open toes, and you can see her nail 
polish!" Liu Si smiled.

"Gotta show it off, my two favorite girls did them." 
Lola said, pleased.

I drove for our local O1iv3 G4rd3n, which is actually 
almost 45 minutes away. The ladies all chattered away 
the miles.

"You smell good!" Amy said, actually putting her nose on 
Lola's shoulder and sniffing like a puppy.

"No, I just smell like soap." Lola pshawed. "Somebody 
smells like fruit, which is totally making me hungry."

I glanced over at Karen, who gave me a big smile. 
Tonight was going to be a lot of fun.

When we got to the restaurant, I parked as close as I 
could.

Going in, Lola led the way, arm in arm with Karen, 
followed by Liu Si and Amy, holding hands and 
practically skipping. I darted ahead to open both sets 
of doors, after which point Karen took one arm, and Lola 
my other, and they marched me right to the host stand.

The host was standing there, his right elbow clutched in 
his left palm, his right hand dangling limply. He eyed 
us appreciatively, lingering on me, it seemed. "Good 
evening, how many?"

"Five, please. Away from the bar." Lola said. He smiled 
too tightly at her. "Of course, madam. You folks having 
a nice evening?" There was something in his tone. Lola 
stiffened a tiny degree.

Before I could stop myself, I said "Blind date." in a 
deadpan delivery. He struggled to hide his evident 
shock, looking from me to the ladies. Behind me, I could 
hear Amy barely stifle a snort.

"Um, well, I-I," He stuttered, momentarily flummoxed. 
"Courtney will show you to your table. Enjoy your meal."

A young woman with her hair in a bun appeared at his 
elbow, and led us to our table with a smile. "That was 
hilarious." She muttered very quietly to me as she 
handed me a menu.

"Thank you," I said, not sure how to respond. She took 
our beverage order and left us to make our selections. 
The minute she was gone, Lola put her hand on mine and 
sputtered a laugh. "Blind date? What was that?"

I shrugged. "It felt like he was mocking you. It just 
kinda slipped out."

Courtney arrived with breadsticks and a big communal 
bowl of salad. After grating some cheese on the salad, 
she took our appetizer order and vanished again. We 
enjoyed our salad, all of us picking out the red onion 
that was liberally infecting an otherwise nice dish.

Amy and Liu Si took advantage of Karen's inattention to 
surreptitiously bop each other on the head with 
breadsticks until Lola caught them, at which point they 
immediately acted casual. Lola grinned and shook her 
finger silently.

Amy spent about five minutes with Liu Si, trying to 
figure out what she would like. She didn't want seafood, 
but didn't want red sauce, so they settled on a Chicken 
Alfredo dish.

We chatted about various things, news, TV, etc, until my 
root beer started to hit me. "If you will excuse me, I'm 
going to briefly step away." I said, not wanting to say 
"pee" in front of Lola.

"Have fun," Amy said, giggling.

I got turned around trying to find the restroom, and 
went past the kitchen doors, almost running into 
Courtney, our waitress. "Oh hey, I didn't mean to sound 
unprofessional out there, but I had to tell you, what 
you said to Gerald, that was great. The kitchen staff 
agrees."

"I'm sorry, I'm sure you get tons of rude customers, I 
shouldn't have..." I began, but she waved me off.

"That's the first time I've ever seen anyone stump His 
Royal Bitchiness. He usually makes people feel about two 
inches tall, believe me. You actually had him 
speechless. It was great!" She smiled. "Anyway, sorry 
for interrupting you. Your appetizer will be up any 
minute now."

"Thanks," I said, and headed down the hall to the men's 
room.

I got back to the table just as our appetizer arrived, 
and we placed our entree orders while we munched. Karen 
and I kept Lola talking about anything that wasn't cats 
or hospitals, and she seemed to unwind. We talked too, 
but it was mostly about her. We tried to let her do most 
of the talking, and by the time our main course arrived, 
she was clearly relaxed and happy.

Courtney and another waitress arrived with two big 
platters, carrying those little flip-out table leg 
things that let them set the platters down, and passed 
out our meals. Everything looked and smelled great.

Seeing her obvious difficulty at first, Lola taught Liu 
Si how to twirl her noodles on a fork, while resting it 
in the bowl of her spoon, to make tidy little bites. Amy 
simply plowed a huge wad of noodles onto a fork and into 
her mouth. Everybody was having a good time.

Soon, we were all getting kinda full. Dessert was voted 
down, and Lola signaled Courtney for the check. Right as 
we got the check, Amy grabbed Liu Si's hand and 
announced that she needed to go to the bathroom, and off 
they scampered. 

They were gone for almost fifteen minutes. During that 
time, Lola noticed that the check included drinks and 
our entrees, but not the appetizer. We got Courtney 
again.

"I'm sorry, but there must have been a mix-up." Courtney 
said with a smile, "Don't worry about it, it's on us."

"We had the sampler platter," Lola began, but Courtney 
waved her off.

"Happens all the time. No big deal." She winked slyly. 
"On behalf of myself and the kitchen crew, we hope you 
have a wonderful evening. Enjoy the rest of your blind 
date."

With that, she departed. Lola looked at me, and I 
shrugged. "I think they like that we confused the guy up 
front. She told me everyone else thought it was funny."

Finally, Lola got up to take the check to the register. 
Karen went to go check on Amy and Liu Si, but came back 
immediately, her face red and her eyes wild. "What's 
wrong?" I asked. 

"I'm going to KILL them." She hissed, but right then 
Lola returned. 

"Did they fall in?" Lola joked, but before Karen could 
respond, here they came, holding hands and blushing, 
although Amy had a smug little smile under her blush. 
"We're READY!" Amy sang.

We headed out to the car, (Gerald wasn't at the host 
stand when we went past) and took off. Karen was deadly 
silent most of the way home, and everyone else was just 
kinda stuffed with pasta. Amy and Liu Si BOTH leaned 
against Lola and fell asleep.

"It's only eight thirty and they're both out?" She 
whispered.

"Busy day," I guessed, shooting Karen a glance. She sat 
stiffly. Something was up, but I wasn't sure what it 
was.

"Would you like to come back to our place?" I waggled my 
eyebrows suggestively. Lola smiled.

"Even though this is a first date, I would say yes, but 
I've got another long day tomorrow." Lola sighed. 
"Besides, the gruesome twosome here look like they need 
to get to bed."

We pulled into the driveway at Lola's house, and she 
awoke the girls, who blinked and yawned in surprise.

"We are home already?" Liu Si mumbled, looking out of 
the car, disoriented.

"Not just yet, sweetie," Lola cooed. "We're at my house. 
Good night, all of you, and thanks for a nice evening." 
She kissed Liu Si and Amy on top of their heads, and 
climbed out when Karen got out and moved her seat. Karen 
lightened up long enough to give Lola a warm hug. "Mmm!" 
Lola grunted happily. "We'll make plans for next time."

I waved as she walked towards her house, and I watched 
her athletic figure in that red dress. Whoo!

Karen got into the car, and as I backed out to get to 
our driveway, she immediately turned on the girls.

"Don't you EVER do anything like that again!" She 
growled.

Amy tried to look casual, but Liu Si immediately looked 
ashamed. "What do you mean?" Amy tried, but Karen wasn't 
having any of it.

"You guys were gone WAY too long, so I went into the 
bathroom to check on you, and I totally busted you. 
There was only one stall taken, and when I stepped up 
close, I could hear two sets of rapid, heavy breathing. 
You were up to something sexual!" Karen snapped.

Amy tried to shrug, but Liu Si pushed her shoulder. "I 
*told* you." She mumbled.

Amy slumped and sighed. "OK, fine, I saw what I thought 
was an opportunity and wanted to try it. I'm sorry."

"Amy, you've got to THINK about these things. Life is 
NOT a porno, people get caught and go to jail for these 
things. Public indecency?" I said quietly, but 
seriously. "What were you thinking?"

"First I just wanted to do something sexy, like trade 
underwear, or kiss her really good, but then ... I don't 
know, it just got out of hand. I wanted to do SOMETHING, 
just to know that we'd done it, but... We got in there, 
and the bathroom had little alcoves for each toilet, not 
like stalls, but actual floor-to-ceiling walls? And I 
thought we could be quick enough and quiet enough to get 
away with touching ourselves." 

She blinked up at Karen and me. "I'm sorry." She turned 
to Liu Si, who also looked ashamed. "I'm sorry. I 
convinced you to do something that wasn't safe. Please 
forgive me." 

I parked the car and turned off the engine.

Liu Si put her arms around Amy for one of the saddest 
hugs I've ever seen. "You're not off the hook that 
easy," Karen said. "What if you'd gotten caught?"

"I swear nobody came in except you, because I only heard 
the door open and shut once, and that was right as we 
were both cumming, so we left immediately after that. 
Nobody saw anything." Amy talked fast, her voice still 
subdued.

"Wouldn't they see two sets of feet?" I asked.

Amy shook her head. "We both stood on the toilet seat 
facing each other, and then just kinda squatted down, 
leaning against the walls. No feet should have been 
visible." She looked to Karen. "How many feet did you 
see?"

"None, but I could hear you both panting," Karen said, 
still annoyed.

Amy blushed. "I thought we were quieter than that. I 
guess I was wrong."

Karen rubbed her eyes. "Amy, what are we going to do 
with you?"

Liu Si spoke up. "I am sorry too. I am at least as 
guilty as she is."

When she said that, I realized that we had only been 
fussing at Amy. I immediately felt guilty, because it 
meant that I was thinking of Liu Si as someone who 
wasn't responsible for her actions, like Amy could just 
MAKE her do whatever. I wasn't thinking of her as a 
person, it was more like I was thinking of her as 
Amy's... follower. 

Her wanting to take responsibility for her actions 
reminded me that to be fair, they both needed to share 
this fallout as well. I turned in the driver's seat and 
touched Karen's hand. 

"She's right," I said.

Karen glanced at me, and I explained. "We're only 
fussing at Amy." Karen gave me a look like 'well, YEAH," 
but then Liu Si spoke again.

"You were speaking as if I weren't here. As if I didn't 
matter." She said, her voice very small, and my heart 
broke. Karen's jaw dropped, and she looked as if she had 
been punched in the stomach.

"Honey, I-I..." Karen faltered, clearly feeling 
terrible.

"Let's get out of the car, and talk about this in the 
living room." I said, needing some time to think, and 
not wanting to sit there with my neck twisted around.

As we got out, Amy and Liu Si held hands. Karen stepped 
up next to me as we went in. "I didn't MEAN-" she 
whispered, anguished, but I waved her off. "I know, but 
we still hurt her feelings."

I left my suit coat in the kitchen, and we headed into 
the living room. Sitting on the edge of the couch, I 
rested my elbows on my knees. Amy stood side-by-side 
with Liu Si, and I motioned for them to sit on the 
ottoman. 

Karen sat next to me. "I'm sorry, Liu Si. I know that 
I'm blaming Amy for something that you both did wrong, 
because I'm used to scolding Amy, growing up with her. 
It wasn't my intention to leave you out of it, like you 
didn't matter. Of COURSE you matter. I just... I don't 
know, I didn't want to fuss at you, when I blame her for 
what happened," Karen said.

"But I did it too," Liu Si said stiffly. "You can't just 
blame her, I cooperated. She is my friend, and I deserve 
just as much of the blame."

"I didn't mean to talk about you like you weren't there. 
I wasn't ignoring you, I swear." Karen said sincerely. 
Liu Si softened. "I know. I just wanted you to 
understand how I felt. My best friend is in big trouble, 
and I am getting away with it? That was not right."

I looked at Liu Si with new respect, as she continued. 
"If I am truly welcome in this family, then I should 
also be subject to the rules." I was impressed again. It 
was like when she asked for chores. Families are not 
just fun and Christmas every day, there's work to be 
done if you all live together, and rules that need to be 
followed. Karen nodded soberly. "You're right. Please 
forgive me for not treating you equally. I am truly 
sorry."

Liu Si rose and took her hands. "I am not angry, I just 
wanted you to understand. I also wanted to ask about the 
punishment though."

"Yes?" Karen said, although all the steam had gone out 
of her anger.

"The proper function of punishment should be to correct 
bad behavior, not to seek revenge for bad behavior, 
right?" Liu Si asked carefully. I was stunned, but I 
tried not to show it. Karen nodded, a little surprised 
also. "At best, yes." She said.

"Then if Amy and I both give you our solemn promise that 
we will never again ... touch ourselves anywhere in 
public, can we skip the actual punishment?" Liu Si 
winced hopefully. Karen looked at her with a thoughtful 
expression. Amy already had her hand up, prepared to 
swear.

"Sure." I said, and Karen nodded silently a second 
later. "As long as you've understood, and will never do 
it again, I'm prepared to call that lesson learned." I 
said. Liu Si smiled, and I motioned her over for a hug.

As I wrapped my arms around her, I said gently. "We 
weren't ignoring you. We're very glad you're here." She 
smiled at me prettily. "I know. I just didn't want her 
to get the blame while I was let go. It wasn't fair."

"That was very wise, too." I said, holding her at arm's 
length. "You're a very smart girl."

"We already knew you were smart, it just surprised me to 
hear it put so well," Karen said.

"Even *I* couldn't have talked my way out so smooth." 
Amy beamed.

-A quick note from Liu Si-

Forgive me if this sounds rude, but Americans tend to 
judge foreigners as smart or stupid based on how well 
they can speak English. Waiters and busgirls at the 
Dragon Garden who spoke the worst English got the worst 
tips, as if the customers thought they were too stupid 
to know the difference. Or, the customer just talked 
louder and slower, as if that would help.

Not speaking English very well at first, I was used to 
that idea even though I didn't like it, but when I met 
Amy, Will and Karen, and they did not do that. They 
treated me like I was somebody special, not just a dumb 
Chinese girl who could not talk. They encouraged me to 
learn, and to BE somebody special. Amy still calls me Hu 
Die regularly.

Most immigrants who are trying to live here are also 
trying to learn English as best they can. They are 
perfectly fluent in their own home language, and have at 
least a partial grasp of English, which is not the 
easiest to learn, having lots of slang and foreign 
phrases boiled into it.

The next time you are getting mad at someone because you 
are having a hard time understanding their English ask 
yourself: How many languages can YOU communicate in?

-thank you-

Amy apologized again, and she and Liu Si both swore to 
use self-control, and not just do things because they 
thought it might be fun. Especially sexual things.

"Just because it's OK here does not make it a good idea 
to do anywhere else," I said. "Please think ahead." They 
both nodded.

(Of course, we had almost this same conversation again a 
few weeks later, after the dressing room clothes-
stealing incident I mentioned earlier. Sigh.)

We got changed into more comfortable, less fancy 
clothes, and broke out a board game, although I was 
still pretty full and starting to get a little sleepy. 
Amy wanted to play Balderdash, but Liu Si was pretty 
much out of the loop on that one. (Plus, Amy always runs 
out of good ideas towards the end, and suggested 
definitions like "Octopus poop" start appearing in the 
choices.) We settled on Operation, which Karen won, and 
then Liu Si kicked everyone's butt in Connect Four.

Soon, I was dozing between turns, and everyone else was 
similarly drooping.

"Bed time!" Karen announced, and we all straggled 
upstairs. I gave her a kiss, then Amy, and shook hands 
with a giggling Liu Si, and we all went to bed. I was up 
in the middle of the night with stomach cramps, because 
my Shrimp Con Patella decided it was leaving, but 
otherwise, we all got some rest.

Liu Si's assimilation into our lives was mostly without 
incident. I mean yes, we had another person in the house 
with us, but Liu Si is so quiet (when she's not around 
Amy) that she was almost invisible. She would be calmly 
reading in the living room, or goofing around on Amy's 
school computer, or in the kitchen with Karen, so it 
wasn't like having a guest in the house, it was 
literally like she belonged there, like she just fit 
with us.

I know some of that was because she was trying hard to 
stay out of the way, and not to be the sore thumb 
sticking out, but her transition to being in our house 
went very smoothly. She never drank the last of the 
milk, she always put her toothbrush away, and there was 
only one time I needed the upstairs bathroom and she was 
in it, which is a better average than Karen or Amy even 
have. Her naturally shy and meek personality made it all 
a very gentle change. Just imagine someone like Amy 
coming to live in your house. Loud, constantly in 
motion, a little reckless; it would be totally 
different. 

On that note, I think Liu Si is the perfect complement 
to Amy, by which I mean that they go together very well. 
Amy is brassy, bold, and boisterous. She's not afraid to 
take the last slice of cake. Liu Si is polite, shy, and 
quiet. She wouldn't take the last slice if there was 
even a chance someone else might want it. Which is not 
to say that Liu Si is a mouse, she's got steel in her 
spine, but she's very... unobtrusive. Amy is anything 
BUT that. Liu Si is the Yin to Amy's Yang. They are 
perfect for each other.

* * *

Another thing that happened was we started going to the 
farmer's market in town, which they have every Saturday, 
across the street from the courthouse. There are some 
vegetables that we never get to grow right, so we like 
to get them from the farmer's market, where everything 
is usually better than W@l-m@rt. Unusual plants, 
heirloom varieties, cool stuff, usually.

Well, Liu Si got this big gallon-sized jar of preserved 
hot peppers, the long yellow kind, and proceeded to eat 
them with every meal afterwards. Lunch, dinner, and then 
again with breakfast, she had hot peppers on or beside 
everything.

THEN she learned something distressing. I heard her 
crying in the bathroom, and when Amy went in to check on 
her, we found out that the hot peppers had retained 
their acidity, through all forms of digestion. That 
means they burned coming OUT as well. Yikes. 

Amy also confessed to her at that point that the hot 
peppers had made Liu Si, and this is her phrasing, 
"taste bad." Liu Si was embarrassed, apologetic, and 
very sore. I told her that I was pretty sure that if she 
ate them with less frequency, she could enjoy them 
without affecting Amy, or burning her butt. We ate 
blander food for the rest of the day, and she was fine.

* * *

Then, one day about a week after the day Liu Si came to 
our house to stay, she and Amy decided they wanted to go 
back to the park. I grabbed a book, and off we went.

So I get to the part where Robert Neville's watch has 
stopped, and he gets caught outside at sunset, when I 
heard Amy screaming my name. I looked up, and she was 
running at me, sheer terror plainly visible on her face. 
I scrambled to my feet, crammed the book in my back 
pocket, and started running to her.

"What's wrong?" I demanded.

"This guy just showed up and started screaming at Liu 
Si!" She panted, her voice shaking with fear. "She's up 
on the jungle gym, but she can't get down."

I looked around. I could see our car, but the jungle gym 
was on the other side of the bathrooms from here.

"What guy? What did he look like?" I asked, jogging 
towards the other end of the damn playground.

"Some old Chinese guy with an air cast on his foot!" Amy 
clung to my hand.

Shit. Kai Long. I gave Amy my keys. "Get in the car, 
lock the door, start the engine, in that order. If you 
see us coming back, unlock and get in the back seat. If 
you see him, grab the cell phone, call 911, and yell 
like crazy." I ran on.

I came around the corner of the bathrooms, and the 
little cosmetic patch of pine trees, and I saw them. Kai 
Long in a maroon polar fleece and jeans, screaming and 
(I presume) cursing at Liu Si in Chinese. Liu Si was 
huddled at the top of the jungle gym, which is a big 
squarish pipe structure that apparently is supposed to 
look like a train.

He couldn't reach her, and he couldn't climb up, because 
the air cast obviously hampered his agility. I saw him 
grasp a pipe over his head in preparation for climbing 
up, and Liu Si's foot hit his fingers like a striking 
cobra. It actually made a dull noise like thoooooong as 
the impact reverberated through the metal of the jungle 
gym. He screamed more curses, clutching his stomped 
fingers in his armpit and shaking his other fist at her.

By now I had gotten within twenty yards, and I yelled 
"HEY!"

He turned and saw me. He was practically incandescent 
with rage. "Beat it." he spat.

I pointed right at his face. "Leave her alone!" I said 
firmly, trotting forward a few more steps.

"My daughter does not wish to leave the park. This is no 
concern of yours." He growled. "Fuck off!"

"That's not your daughter, asshole." I retorted, and 
took my favorite defensive combat stance (fig. A).

His eyes got big. Well, bigger, anyway. "What da fuck? 
You want to go to school? I teach YOU!" He snarled, 
stumping towards me, clawing for something in the 
kangaroo pocket of his polar fleece.

As I took two steps back, in my peripheral vision I saw 
Liu Si shift from a "sitting hugging her knees" stance 
to a "sprinter in the starting blocks" stance. I tried 
not to look directly at her, because I was trying to 
keep all of Kai Long's attention on me. Heck, if she can 
slip down and get around him, we'll just run. No way a 
crippled dirt bag can outrun two healthy kids.

As he neared the two-foot strip of gravel between the 
mulch and the grass, he finally got loose whatever he 
was reaching for inside his fleece, because he pulled 
out some small, black, oblong object and interrupted his 
angry muttering to grunt "hah!"

The next few moments seem, in retrospect, to replay in 
slow motion.

I jogged back another step, unable to see what he had 
pulled out of his pocket.

Kai Long began to brandish the black rectangular object 
with a smug, although furious, expression.

Liu Si actually began to sprint across the top edge of 
the jungle gym, running right along the one pipe like a 
balance beam.

I'd already stopped looking at Kai Long, irrevocably 
distracted by Liu Si's sudden lunge.

Kai Long's tone of voice raised, and there was a bzz-
click-zzz-click-zzz-click-zzz sound, very rapid, while 
he continued to chatter in Chinese.

Liu Si reached the edge of the jungle gym, the end of 
her pipe, and just leapt into the air, (like Trinity in 
The Matrix,) body vertical, arms out for balance.

I actually began to drop my hands from their boxing 
position, and just gape like an idiot.

Liu Si comes down with both feet on Kai Long's 
shoulders, and since he was in mid-step, on his bad foot 
no less, he crumpled like a Styrofoam cup. BOOM!!!

Kai Long never had a chance. 

If you threw one of those big 5-gallon Culligan Water 
bottles out of a second story window onto someone who 
wasn't looking, you'd probably get the same effect. His 
head snapped back, his arms went out, and he detonated a 
face plant. He was on the edge of the mulch, so when he 
went down, he hit the gravel. Little rocks actually flew 
up into the air from the force of the impact. Lordy!

Liu Si, meanwhile, knees bent for the impact, did a 
little hop and forward roll right as he bit, and came up 
on her feet, still running.

"Run!" She screamed unnecessarily. I needed no such 
instruction or encouragement. We ran. Up ahead, I could 
see Amy's face framed in the driver's side window, her 
mouth open in astonishment. Liu Si pulled ahead of me, 
her hair flying behind her like a cape.

As we neared the car, Amy threw the passenger door open, 
then the driver's side, and lunged over into the 
backseat. Liu Si dove in, and the instant my butt hit 
the seat, I shifted, stomped the gas, and yanked the 
exhaust cutout handle to "open." We roared out of there.

"Everybody buckle up!" I yelled over the noise.

I zig-zagged several blocks in the opposite direction 
from home (3 blocks zig, 2 blocks zag) then reset the 
exhaust to normal, hooked a U-turn around a bank, and 
drove back towards home. With any luck, I thought, if he 
was in ANY state to pursue, he'd have heard us roar off 
in the wrong direction, and then our sounds disappear. 
(Pretty clever, I thought, although as it turned out, it 
didn't work.)

We also needed to get out of town. I'm sure reports of 
an unmufflered black mustang were already being phoned 
in. Half of the old folks in this stuffy little town 
seemed to live with one hand on their phone, one hand on 
their curtains.

Amy broke the silence with a yell. "WOO HOO! You are my 
Ninja Princess!"

I jumped, startled by the yell, and looked over at Liu 
Si, who was huddled up, crying on the passenger seat, 
looking wretched.

"Whoa, whoa, Amy," I said. "She's not doing too well."

Amy popped her head forward between the seats to look at 
Liu Si, her expression immediately softening. "Hey, 
meili, what's wrong?" (beautiful) She said gently 
touching Liu Si's hair.

Liu Si leaned into Amy's hand and said something so 
softly that I couldn't hear.

"Come here, you." Amy said firmly, and sat back in the 
rear, patting the seat next to her.

Liu Si unbuckled her seat belt and climbed back to the 
middle seat, where she snuggled up against Amy, who 
wrapped her arms around Liu Si and squeezed her tight. 
Liu Si continued to cry, and Amy just held her as we 
drove towards home.

"Are you OK?" I asked after a few minutes.

"He said horrible things," She said, sniffling. "He said 
my parents sold me to him."

"Well, he's lying," I said.

"Maybe not. It is not unheard of in my situation." She 
said, heartbroken.

"You can't sell a person!" Amy said angrily. "That's 
WRONG!"

"It happens sometimes." Liu Si sniffled. "Many Chinese 
families are still very traditional. Girls are still 
judged to be less worthwhile than boys. When there was a 
ban on too many children, parents who came here to work 
might try to leave a girl somewhere, so as to try again 
for a boy. It's just the way that they think. Even 
though they were HERE, where there was no ban, they 
wanted a boy instead of a girl."

"That's bullshit!" I growled.

"No, it is true!" Liu Si said, her reddened eyes wide.

"I believe you," I said gently "I just mean that it 
sucks."

"Yes, it does suck," she said sadly.

"Who would sell YOU, though?" Amy said, cradling Liu 
Si's face and kissing her forehead, "You're the COOLEST! 
You are totally hao bung." (awesome)

Liu Si just smiled weakly and laid her head on Amy 
again.

"Is there any way to check his story?" I asked.

"If I knew where my parents went, I could ask them, but 
being undocumented as we were, I cannot effectively 
search for them. It is not as if I could write them a 
letter or call them."

"That REALLY sucks." Amy said.

"Yes it does." Liu Si agreed again.

Amy squeezed her. "Wo-aini. I know Will and Karen do 
too. You're totally part of our family now." (I love 
you.)

"It IS very nice," Liu Si smiled, "but it is not exactly 
the same."

Amy drew her chin over and kissed her sweetly, on the 
lips, for several moments. "Aren't you *glad* it's not 
the same, xinshangren?" (beloved)

(I have to admit that watching girls kiss is amazing. I 
could literally watch it all day long. As it was, I had 
to remind myself that I was driving the car.)

Liu Si was grinning. "Very glad." She blushed. "Besides, 
if what he said is really true, then they did not really 
love me. I think I am worth loving." She nodded her head 
once, emphatically.

"I agree!" Amy leered, and nibbled on her neck. "I can't 
wait until my next opportunity!" Liu Si squealed softly, 
and pretended to struggle.

As I drove, I tried to think of a solution to the 
question of whether or not Kai Long was lying. I 
couldn't come up with much. Not that it REALLY mattered, 
I mean it's not like whether he bought her or not means 
shit to us, but it certainly hurt her feelings that her 
parents would take money in exchange for ditching her.

"I don't know what to say except that I'm sorry," I 
said.

"You have not done anything wrong," Liu SI said, 
beginning to cheer up again. "In fact, you and your 
sisters have been the happiest thing to ever happen to 
me. Whether my parents are working somewhere else in the 
US or have gone back to China, does not really matter to 
me right now. If they loved me, they would not have left 
me. My mother would, in the end, do whatever my father 
told her to do. And if he were given money... I know he 
*would* leave me."

Amy still looked mad, but she held on to Liu Si 
protectively.

"I would rather be here." Liu Si said firmly. "Living 
with them meant kitchen chores all day every day, unless 
I snuck away to the park. If we had been back home in 
China, I probably would have had an arranged marriage at 
age 12 or 14."

She looked out of the window. "My mother allowed me to 
visit and to sleep over, but going back was always 
unpleasant, as there was always more cabbage to chop, or 
pans to scrub. In your house I was very, very happy. 
Happier than I have ever been." She turned to Amy. "I 
love you." She said solemnly.

Amy almost cried. "I love you too, Hu Die."

Liu Si smiled. "Bairen egui," She murmured, and kissed 
Amy firmly. This went on for a few moments. (White 
devil)

After she and Amy came up for air, she climbed up behind 
me and whispered. "And I think I love you, too." She 
kissed my right earlobe, and I almost jumped out of my 
seat.

"Oh?" I stammered eloquently.

"Yes," she said happily, and after a moment's warm 
breath in my ear, she sat back down with Amy again. "I 
made a very good trade. My new family is so much better 
than my old family. I feel like a princess in one of 
those disnee movies."

"Now we only have to deal with the problem of Kai Long." 
Amy said grimly.

"I'm not sure how we would do that," I said. "This isn't 
a movie or something. We can't just hire a hit man or 
whatever."

"Maybe we'll get lucky and run into him again, only with 
the car this time." Amy snapped.

"If we're truly lucky, then we *wouldn't,*" I said.

"I hope we never see him again." Liu Si said firmly.

"Well, how hard could that be?" I asked foolishly.

(None of us even suspected how easy it would turn out to 
be.)

"So I have to ask, Liu, what was that trick? That was 
incredible!" I said, allowing myself a moment to be in 
awe.

"What?" Liu Si said.

"The running and jumping on Kai Long part. That was 
really surprising." I said.

Liu Si blushed. "It was not much. I just ran and jumped 
on him."

"You're my Ninja Princess. You are SO going in the hot 
tub tonight." Amy purred.

Liu Si blushed more, but then lunged over and bit Amy on 
her bare shoulder. "Rowrrr!" she growled playfully. Amy 
squealed, and Liu Si laughed delightedly.

I was still worried about Kai Long, though.

"Where does Kai Long live?" I asked. "I mean, was 
running into him just a blind coincidence, or does he 
know where you went to play?"

"I do not know where he lives, but it is not in the 
town." Liu Si said, "He seemed familiar enough with the 
park. He just marched right up to us and tried to grab 
me." She paused thoughtfully. "He could have learned 
about the park from one of the restaurant staff. They 
knew I used to sneak away."

"When he was telling you, you were going to live with 
him, did he say where?" Amy asked.

"No, but before he just said it was a big, quiet house 
out in the country, only the way he said it, it felt 
like he was telling me that no one would hear me call 
for help," Liu Si said, with a shudder. Amy grimaced.

We headed the rest of the way home in thoughtful 
silence.

When we got inside, Karen was getting ready to make 
supper. "Just in time!" She said to Liu Si, but then 
stopped when she saw that she had been crying. "What's 
wrong?"

"Kai Long was at the park, and tried to grab her, but 
she kicked his ass," Amy stated.

"WHAT?!!" Karen sat suddenly on a bar stool. "Are you 
serious?!"

I nodded. "He came up to them in the park, and cornered 
her on the jungle gym, and then Amy came and got me."

"Hu Die ran and jumped on him from the top of the jungle 
gym when he turned to threaten Will! It was AMAZING!" 
Amy cheered. Liu Si blushed and smiled, her eyes still 
red and puffy.

"What can we do?" Karen asked, looking at me anxiously. 
I shrugged. "Lay low? Stay away from the park?"

"Can't we call the police?" Amy asked. 

"And tell them what, exactly?" I said. "Hi, we're a 
bunch of kids living alone who need you to find and 
arrest this bad guy while ignoring us completely?"

Amy slumped. "Ok, I get it." She went and hugged Liu Si 
again. "He's not gonna get you. I promise."

"I know." Liu Si said.

"I'm getting the shotgun and putting it by the front 
door, in the closet." I said, feeling like I needed to 
do something. "Nobody touches it."

"You don't think he's..." Karen said, but I shook my 
head.

"I don't think he knows where she is, but after today, 
I'm going to be just a little more paranoid." I said. 
"It seems like a good idea at this point."

None of us even suspected that our final run-in with Kai 
Long was only six days away.

I got the shotgun down, and made sure there was a 
handful of shells lined up along the edge of the closet 
shelf. Just putting it there made me sick to my stomach 
with anxiety, but I had to protect my family. I would do 
anything, good or evil, to protect them. I prayed I 
would never be tested, though. I'm sure some guys would 
be like "Hell yeah, gonna shoot me a bad guy!" but not 
me. If we get to the point where I have to use that 
shotgun, we've already lost our best chance. I shut the 
door.

Liu Si had a scrape on her elbow from her crash landing, 
which Amy made a big deal out of disinfecting and 
putting band-aids on. When she was all bandaged up, she 
quietly went to the kitchen to help Karen make supper, 
as if nothing had happened. She's a very brave girl. I 
was still all jumpy and keyed-up, but she just wanted to 
focus on learning to cook.

We called Lola's cell and told her what had happened and 
she freaked. It had to be about four thirty in the 
afternoon, but she cancelled her last two meetings and 
came straight to our house, arriving about five.

She hugged Amy and myself when we met her in the 
driveway. "Oh my god! Are you guys ok?!"

"We're fine." I said, holding her close. "Liu Si has a 
scrape on her elbow, but you should have seen what 
happened to Kai Long."

"Well, whatever happened to him, it wasn't nearly 
enough." Lola said, frowning. "Where's Liu Si? How's she 
handling this?"

"In the kitchen, and better than any of us," Amy said. 

We went inside to find Liu Si and Karen making steamed 
vegetables and chicken breasts with stuffing. Life, it 
seemed, was still going on as if nothing had happened.

"We made enough for you too, so I hope you can stay." 
Karen said to Lola, who smiled. "There is nowhere else 
in this world I would rather be." Lola said.

We got our plates and sat around the table. Amy 
proceeded to retell the entire playground incident, with 
lots of arm-waving and sound effects. Lola and Karen 
were in awe, looking at Liu Si with even more respect.

When we got to the part about Kai Long saying her 
parents had sold her to him, Lola dropped her fork and 
took Liu Si's hand. "It can't be true," she said. "He's 
just a lying jerk."

"It does not matter if he is lying or not. I do not 
care. He does not own me, and neither did they. I am 
mine. and Amy's." She blushed.

Karen leapt in before THAT point could be clarified. 
"And we are all glad you're part of our family. Forget 
him."

"I wanted to ask you," Amy said, after a moment. "How 
many cats are left?"

"Um, maybe about ten?" Lola replied. "Why?"

"I wanted to know if you could be here more. I know 
you've been told not to live here, but could you spend 
more time with us? We need you," Amy said, her voice 
small.

"Oh, honey." Lola said, and looked at me and Karen to 
gauge our reactions, which were surprised, but not in 
disagreement. "Maybe, um..." She faltered, but Amy 
pressed on.

"I wanted to call the police today, but we couldn't, 
because there wasn't a grownup around. I think if you 
were around more, we might all be safer." Amy said.

Lola looked touched. "Well, I can't fight off any 
intruders, but, I'd love to spend more time with you 
guys, I mean it." She paused. "It's just that there's 
stuff I have to do. All these days I've been gone, 
besides finding homes for the cats, I've been trying to 
get Mom's affairs dealt with. She signed the papers to 
give me power of attorney, but if she passes away before 
I've got it all set, then it falls to her last will and 
testament, and my power of attorney is no good. I've 
only got a limited time to get it all organized, or her 
assets and expenses can be tangled up for years."

"You're not in the will?" Karen asked.

"Well, I am, but I'm not the executor, my oldest sister 
is, and I know she doesn't want any of this 
responsibility, she's got her own family to worry about. 
I mean, the will is about 15 years old." Lola said.

"I'm sorry, I guess I was being selfish," Amy said.

"NO, not at all," Lola said. "I understand my mother was 
rarely ever here, leaving you guys on your own for the 
most part, and while you've all still turned out great, 
it shouldn't have been like that. She did not live up to 
her responsibilities, and I intend to correct that 
mistake, I'm just... up against a wall here. As soon as 
her affairs are in order, I promise I'll be here as much 
as you want me."

Amy smiled, and I know I did. "Well, we do want you." 
Karen said firmly.

Lola smiled, and glanced at me, at which point I wiggled 
my eyebrows lecherously. She blushed, and shot me an 
insincere warning look, but resumed eating with a little 
smile. Liu Si gave me a confused look, but didn't say 
anything.

After dinner, we dragged out some board games and spent 
a quiet evening relaxing together on the floor in the 
living room. We tried Monotony, I mean Monopoly, until 
Amy made what she termed "some bad investments with the 
Chinese" at which point Liu Si jumped on top of her and 
their wrestling upset the game board.

It ended up that Lola and I were playing Stratego, with 
Amy, Liu Si, and Karen playing SORRY! because they 
couldn't find all the pieces for Mousetrap.

"So how's the dating going?" Lola asked quietly, as we 
maneuvered our mystery soldiers towards one another.

"I don't think I'm going to be going on any dates for a 
while," I said truthfully.

"Yeah, me neither." She sighed. "I know someone I'd 
*LIKE* to ask out, but I don't think it would be a good 
idea." 

"Oh yeah?" I said, moving one of my little blue guys 
against one of her little red ones. "It's a nine."

"Mine's a seven," she said, and I handed over my guy, 
because he was dead now. "Yeah, it's not a normal 
situation, and I'm definitely risking a major mistake. 
Right now is a little crazy for me emotionally, but did 
you ever meet someone and it just feels like... I don't 
know." She plopped her chin down on her hands. She 
realized it was her turn and moved her seven against my 
next piece. "Still a seven." She said.

"That's a bomb," I said, and she tossed her guy aside. 
"Who can fight bombs?" She asked.

"Number eights, the little guy with the helmet.." I 
said. "So who's the guy?"

"It's complicated, and I talk too much. I shouldn't even 
be thinking about him, I just know it. Forget I said 
anything, ok?" She sighed.

"We may just be kids, but we like you." I said. "We 
don't have dating tips, but you can share your troubles. 
It's what families are for."

She smiled at me. "I wish I grew up with you guys. I 
literally cannot believe how well you fit together, and 
how you make me jealous."

I used a number three to take one of her sixes. "Well, 
we've accepted you as one of us. You should try and see 
how well you can fit in together with us," I said, "and 
I didn't mean that in a dirty way." I grinned at her, 
and she blushed and grinned back.

"If you ask me again for another kiss, I might just 
cry." She said, her voice low enough so that the others 
wouldn't hear her, just me. "You and your devil eyes. 
Play the game."

I lost to her (just barely) and the evening went on. 
Soon, it was bedtime. We cleaned up the living room and 
took turns hugging her. I got to be last, and literally 
picked her up in a hug. The girls had all headed out of 
the room by this time, so I walked her out to the porch.

"Earlier you said that if I asked you for a kiss, you 
might cry," I said.

She shook her head. "I was talking too much."

"Then can I have a kiss?" I asked, seriously. She took a 
sudden breath.

"Don't. I-I can't." She shook her head, but did not step 
back.

"You CAN," I said. "But I won't push it."

"Good," she said, and clutched at me quickly, and 
stepped back, her eyes downcast. "I can't talk about 
this right now. You guys be safe. Call me if anything 
happens, and I'll try to be back tomorrow night." and 
she fled.

I went back inside, to find Karen getting ice. "She's so 
lonely," Karen said sadly.

"I know," I said helplessly.

"Amy asked her to stay with us because she needs to be 
around people who love her, I can just FEEL it," Karen 
said. I agreed.

"I wish I knew how to help her," I said. "She needs 
emotional support, but she also needs love. She needs to 
love somebody, and to BE loved by somebody. And I don't 
just mean sex."

"Although I'm sure she needs that, too," Karen said, 
filling her glass of ice at the sink and watching Lola's 
taillights retreat around the corner of the house. "But 
I know what you mean. It's not like she's a little 
helpless wounded bunny or something, but she needs 
someone to care for her, to help her be happy."

"I remember when we first met her, she was really flirty 
with me, almost to a fake degree, like a bad porno 
actress. But then when we got her here and hugged her, 
and listened to her, and reached out to her, it was like 
she was drowning and we threw her a rope." I said, 
sitting on a bar stool in the dark. "She dropped the 
"I'm a woman on the prowl, look out" act, and really 
opened up."

"She was probably still hurting from the divorce." Karen 
said, leaning on the kitchen island across from me. "She 
was probably at an all-time low, and just needed to feel 
like someone found her attractive, that someone thought 
she was worthwhile. I think she had a serious need for 
validation, and I can't blame her. It seems a little 
immature, but I can't imagine being betrayed the way she 
was. Maybe that's the only way she could think of to 
deal with it."

"I admit I flirted right back at her, especially because 
at the time I was trying to find someone to love besides 
you. But the more we know her better, the more I know 
that wasn't really her, and the more I really like her," 
I admitted. 

Karen nodded. "Me too. We'll just have to keep loving on 
her, and hope it gets her through. I think that's all we 
can do right now."

I nodded. "I agree."

"And as for what else we can do right now, would you be 
so kind as to accompany me to my room?" Karen said 
melodically, offering her hand. I took it with a smile, 
and kissed the back of it. "I await your orders, 
milady."

"Every time you remind me of how you loved us but didn't 
dare tell us, I want to make love to you all over again. 
I want to make up for the lost time." She said, stepping 
into the curve of my arm.

"I can't wait." I said, giving her a squeeze. "But you 
don't have to make up for anything."

"I'll be the judge of that." Karen said archly, and 
kissed me, her lips warm and soft.

We strolled slowly to the stairs, arm in arm. "Did you 
know she calls here a lot? Like when you're at work? She 
calls here and we just talk?"

I didn't know that. "What do you talk about?"

"Tons of stuff, just all over the place, really. I think 
it's helping her though." Karen smiled gently. "She 
always starts out bored and sad, and when we're done, 
she's happy and... alive again."

"Did she ever mention the guy she wants to ask out?" I 
said. 

Karen shot me a look. "No, not at all, why?"

"She was saying something tonight about this guy she 
wants to ask out, but she's afraid it might be a bad 
mistake, that she shouldn't even be thinking about him, 
etc." I said. "She made it sound like he's married or 
something, but I KNOW she would never do that."

"No, she never has. I mean she's talked to me about all 
kinds of stuff, some of it pretty personal, but... never 
that," Karen said. "I don't think she knows anybody but 
us, anyway. I swear she never goes anywhere but here, 
home, and the hospital."

We reached the top of the stairs, and Karen patted my 
arm. "Gimme a few seconds in the bathroom, and then I'll 
come get you."

"Deal," I said, and went into my room, stripped off my 
shirt, jeans, shoes and socks, so I was only wearing my 
boxer briefs. I put on about a drop of AXE "Touch" (I 
mean literally just about a drop. That stuff is strong.) 
and waited for my lover, my sister.

When the bathroom door opened, she looked at me and 
grinned, then gave me a fake pout. "You're already 
mostly naked. Sometimes I like to UNWRAP my presents."

"I could put on a tie," I joked. She opened her mouth in 
a silent laugh. "Do it, I dare you!"

I shrugged happily and went to my closet, quickly 
knotting a mostly blue tie around my neck. It was the 
closest match to my blue-grey boxer briefs. I turned 
around and held out my arms like "voila" and Karen 
giggled. "Perfect!" She crooked a finger at me and 
beckoned, giving me a steamy look. I quickly complied.

Following her through the bathroom into her room, I 
watched her butt sway as she strutted. I saw my razor by 
the sink and quickly felt my chin for stubble, but I had 
shaved yesterday, and was still pretty good.

In her room, she reached for my hand, and then slowly 
swung me around towards her bed, like I was a piece of 
laundry she was laying out. I sat on the edge of the 
bed, and she stepped right up against me, rubbing her 
stomach against my chest, pressing her breasts into my 
face. She put her hands on my shoulders and held me 
close.

No words were spoken as I gently reached up and 
unbuttoned her jeans, running my hands around inside the 
waistband until I could smooth them down over her butt, 
pushing the jeans off. She stepped out of them, her 
white floral panties revealed.

Next, I put my hands on her waist, and slowly ran them 
up her ribcage, rucking up her shirt until she raised 
her arms and pulled it off, her hair dropping 
deliciously down onto her shoulders as she flung the 
shirt into a far corner of the room. She stepped up to 
me, almost challengingly, and gave me a hungry look, 
from right down her cleavage.

It was a white cotton bra, made of a soft material 
almost like her T-shirt, and I opened my mouth and 
gently bit one of those gorgeous mounds. She made the 
first sound since my room, as a whimper of need and 
excitement escaped her lips. I slid my hands around to 
the front of her chest and cradled her breasts, lifting 
them and squeezing them a little, while she reached back 
hurriedly for her bra strap. 

Getting it at last with a grunt, she whipped it off as 
well, leaving her large, warm, firm breasts to drop 
right into my hands again. I squeezed them, and then 
licked first one nipple, then the other. Karen shuddered 
happily and pushed me onto my back, my legs still 
dangling.

She slowly knelt, my tented erection in front of her, 
and didn't even take my shorts off, she just opened the 
fly and pulled it out. She gave it a little kiss, and 
murmured something to it, but the blood was roaring in 
my ears, and I couldn't make it out. I could feel the 
vibration, and the warmth of her breath, followed an 
instant later by the warmth and moisture of her mouth. 
God, it was fantastic.

She sucked me firmly, only about four inches worth, one 
hand on the base, one hand on my knee. In and out. 
Innnnnn and ouuuuut. It felt like electricity was racing 
through me, and I gasped for a breath.

She fellated me with agonizing slowness, with lavish use 
of her tongue and very strong suction. My dick got SO 
hard, I felt like I could fuck a cinderblock with it.

After just a few minutes of this, she pulled off with a 
pop, and gave it several big licks, like an ice cream 
cone. She let go of it and crawled up my body, so close 
that my cockhead skidded down her cleavage, stubbed into 
her bellybutton, and rubbed right down until it slipped 
past her pussy. 

She settled back a bit, over me, her eyes closed, her 
breasts dangling against my chest, and ground her pelvis 
against my abdomen, making my dick slip up and down 
between her legs, from her pussy to her butt and back, 
again and again. I could feel a trickle of moisture on 
the top of my cock. She was already wet, right through 
her panties.

I put my arms around her and rubbed the small of her 
back. "You want to be on top?" I whispered. She 
hesitated, thought about it for a second, and then shook 
her head.

"Do it again like last time," she whispered. "Make me 
yours."

From Amy's room I could hear her cry out in ecstasy, 
only to be shushed a second later. I grinned. "Looks 
like tonight's the night." I grinned. "I guess we don't 
have to whisper."

Karen slapped me lightly on the chest, and moved up to 
her pillow, where she lay on her back. I kissed her 
thigh and went to draw off her panties. She allowed me, 
and pointed at my boxer briefs. "You too. Full monty."

I stood, on her bed, and pulled them to my knees, then 
allowed them to drop, stepped out with one foot, and 
used the other to kick them back off into her room 
somewhere. My cock bounced up and down during this, and 
she reached up and grabbed it like a handle. "Careful, 
I'm almost losing my balance as it is," I said, and she 
let go reluctantly.

I knelt over her and spread her legs, lifting them 
gently until her knees were against her breasts. I then 
happily licked and lapped at her pussy. She squirmed and 
gasped as my tongue explored every little fold, every 
secret nook and cranny. When I tickled her clit, she 
almost cried out loud. I gently slipped an index finger 
into her warm, tight, extremely wet pussy, and curled 
it, as if repeating the gesture she used to beckon me 
into her room tonight.

I continued to lick her clit, firmly with wide strokes 
of my tongue, and all the while my finger was curling, 
rubbing, probing. Karen positively GROUND her pussy 
against my finger, and tried to get her clit into my 
mouth, but I was too fast for her. Her gasps became 
whimpers, which in turn soon became cries. 

I stopped fooling around and began tonguing her clit for 
real, flicking it and poking it, practically drumming my 
tongue on it. Her movements became more frenzied, until 
finally, she gave a funny little grunt like "Hut... 
Unh!" and came. Her pussy practically grabbed at my 
finger as she shook and cried out.

I didn't give her a chance to finish, but I sprang onto 
my knees and lined up my cock with her still-cumming 
pussy. She opened her eyes when she felt me move, and 
stared at me in shock. "What?" She gasped, realizing 
what I was about to do. "You-"

I grabbed her legs, which were still in the air, and 
slipped my cock into her blazing hot pussy, which was so 
wet that it went all the way in on the first try, but 
was so tight from her orgasm that it almost didn't go in 
at all. She took a deep breath and screamed in rapture, 
almost musically, just "AAAHHH!"

I began to make love to her, holding her legs against my 
chest, her feet going over my shoulders, as she bucked 
and gasped. One of her hands found my tie, and she used 
it like a leash, pulling me closer as I fucked her. Her 
other hand went back and pulled out one of her pillows, 
which she then clamped over her mouth, so she could 
scream with abandon.

With her cries somewhat muffled, I could hear something 
of a ruckus in Amy's room, like someone falling off a 
bed, and something between gasps and giggles. I KNEW 
they could hear us.

Karen's pussy was amazing. I wished for unlimited 
stamina, prayed for this feeling to never, ever stop, 
but all too soon I could sense myself losing control, as 
if every nerve in my body was shutting down and 
repositioning in my cock. I could actually hear wet 
little sounds as I pistoned in and out of her.

"Karen! I can't hold it! I..." I gasped, and she flung 
the pillow away, pulling me HARD with the necktie, until 
I was forced to bend down. She threw her arms around my 
neck and kissed me, and I SWEAR the instant our tongues 
touched, I exploded inside her.

I came with such force that I almost bit her tongue, but 
it had retreated to safety just in time. I could feel 
squirt after squirt pouring out of me, into her very 
core, as I shuddered and gasped for air. I began to lose 
my strength, and went to fall over to the side, but she 
wouldn't let me go. 

Her arms were wrapped round me, and she quickly 
repositioned her legs around my waist and held me there, 
deep inside her. I gently fell forward until I was 
laying on top of her, deep in both her pussy, and her 
embrace, totally spent.

As soon as my eyes would focus properly, I realized she 
was crying. "Are you ok?" I asked, concerned. She nodded 
quickly. "I'm fine, I just. Whew." She wiped at her eyes 
and gave me a smile. "It just shocked me, that's all. I 
think I just had a religious experience." She ran her 
fingers through my hair. I sighed happily and lay my 
head on her chest. "Sorry I didn't last very long, you 
just felt so good I couldn't help it."

"Ok, three things," She said quickly. "One, you never 
have to apologize for anything that happens in the 
bedroom. I love you, and as long as you're having 
pleasure from it, then you don't have to apologize for 
anything. Two, I had one GIANT orgasm from the minute I 
first came, until the moment you did, and stopped moving 
inside me. I'm still twitching now. You made me cum for 
almost five straight minutes. And three," She grabbed 
two handfuls of my hair. 

"If you EVER do that again, I'm going to kick your ass." 
She laughed. "Five minutes! You've got to give me time 
to breathe! I thought I was going to die!" She wiped 
away new tears. "I swear I just saw God, and he was just 
as surprised as I was." She sniffed and chuckled. "If 
everybody could have a cum like that, there wouldn't be 
any wars, I just know it."

She smoothed my hair and squeezed me with her legs. Oh 
yeah. My dick is still in her pussy. I went to withdraw 
it, but she stopped me. "The minute you pull it out, 
bring it up here." She pointed to her mouth. "No 
excuses."

I pulled out, and she drew her knees up, her feet flat 
on the mattress. "This way it can't drip out." She said, 
exhausted but satisfied. "just knowing I've got a fresh 
load of your cum in me makes me feel so happy. Sorry if 
that's strange, but it's true."

I grinned, and knee-walked up to her pillow, where she 
gently licked me clean, cradling my balls and sucking 
lightly on my cock until she was satisfied. "There." She 
said.

I felt the need to pee. (sometimes after an erection or 
an orgasm, when your bladder reconnects to the penis, it 
wants to empty out. It has something to do with the 
blood vessels, but I'm not sure exactly how.) "I'm gonna 
run to the boy's room, and then to... my room." I 
finished lamely. "I love you."

"I love you too." Karen said, getting her pajamas out 
from under her other pillow. "I hope you sleep better 
tonight than last night."

I winced, remembering my stomach problems from the 
previous evening. She pulled her sports bra on and 
smiled at me. "I love you so much." She said.

"I love you too. See you tomorrow." I smiled.

"Drink some more liquids." She advised with a smile, and 
raised her legs high in the air, to pull on her boxers. 
I stared at her pussy and anus in appreciation. "You 
bet." I promised.

I went into the bathroom and took care of business. The 
minute the toilet flushed, a butt-naked Amy knocked and 
opened the door from her room. "YEAH!" She cheered. 
"High five?"

I laughed, but shook my head. "That doesn't seem 
respectful." was all I could say. Amy shrugged happily 
and went to the sink, washing her hands and wiping off 
her chin with a wet washcloth.

"As soon as I can make love to you properly, I want 
whatever she just got." Amy said. "It sounded amazing. 
Nice tie, by the way. Classy."

"She threatened to kill me if I ever did it like that 
again," I said.

Amy stared at me in the mirror. "That good? I definitely 
want it, then."

"Don't you and Liu Si..." I began, but Amy interrupted 
me. "Of COURSE we do, but it's all different. I want it 
all. I wouldn't trade any of it for the world, but if 
it's there, I want it too. And I can afford to be a 
little greedy. She knows how much I love you both, and 
she's willing to share. We still take good care of each 
other, right xinshangren?" She raised her voice.

I glanced through the door into her room (although I 
really had no right to intrude on their privacy.) Liu Si 
was only visible as a head of glossy black hair 
protruding from a pile of blankets at the wrong end of a 
very messy bed. A slim arm appeared, and threw a jaunty 
thumbs up, then dropped back down bonelessly.

Amy grinned at me, proud enough to bust. I smiled and 
shook my head. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight, sprout." 
Amy smiled and grabbed me in a hug, her naked body warm 
against mine.

"Goodnight, Liu Si," I called, and then added "I love 
you."

She rolled around until she could see me, and gave me a 
big smile, her eyes sparkling but half-lidded, and blew 
me a kiss. Then she snuggled back down into her blanket 
pile.

"She's so cute," Amy murmured happily. "sometimes I 
can't even believe it."

I kissed her on top of her head, and she stroked her 
hand under my balls for a second, which made me jump. "I 
got next, right?" She asked.

"Yeah but not tonight," I said. "Go to bed, and for 
sleep this time."

She skipped off to her room, apparently still full of 
energy, and I trudged to mine. I was asleep as soon as 
my head hit the pillow.

***
Chapter 10 - Passages/The Attack/ Hospital and 
Homecoming
***

The next morning did not dawn so well. Liu Si awoke with 
serious abdominal pain, way down, going all the way 
through to her back. She took ibuprofen, but it didn't 
go away. Amy was kind of in a nervous state all day, 
fetching her water and asking her what she wanted at any 
opportunity, to the point that Liu Si actually got 
annoyed at her for hovering around so much.

"I am fine, just let me have a moment's peace!" She 
actually said at one point. "If I die, I will be sure 
and say goodbye first. Go do something else!"

Amy left the room, hurt. I looked over to where Liu Si 
was sitting on the couch, hugging a pillow. "Do you need 
anything?" I asked, thinking maybe if it was me instead 
of Amy, she would tell me.

"I need people to stop asking me if I need anything. I 
do not know what I need!" She snapped. Almost 
immediately, she apologized. "I am sorry, I did not mean 
that. I am just hurting, and I feel full, like I need to 
go to the bathroom, but I cannot. I am just miserable."

I smiled gently. "You don't really need to apologize to 
me, but it might do Amy some good. She worships you, and 
when you're hurting, she feels helpless."

Liu Si rested her head on the pillow. "You are right. 
Thank you."

She threw her head back. "AMY!!"

Amy came galloping in, although a little bit wary. 
"Yes?"

"I need you to do two things, if you would." She said, 
looking at Amy closely. Amy nodded.

"I need you to forgive me for snapping at you. I am 
sorry, I am just very miserable. I should not have 
yelled at you. Please forgive me." She said sincerely. 
Amy grinned and shrugged. "Done. What else?"

"Do you have an ice pack?" She asked, her voice tiny. 
"Maybe that could help me."

Amy was off like a shot. Liu Si sighed, and put her head 
back on the pillow. "Thank you." She said, to the room.

Amy returned with an ice pack, which Liu Si put on the 
couch and laid down on, centering it in the small of her 
back. She sighed unhappily. "It is not feeling much 
better."

Karen came in to check on her, feeling her forehead, and 
asked her if a heating pad might feel better. Liu Si 
shrugged, and said she would try it. Amy was off, 
returning a few minutes later with a heating pad, which 
she plugged into the extension cord that powered the 
lamp.

After a few minutes, Liu Si announced that it seemed to 
be helping. Karen nodded, and looked at her knowingly. 
"Tell me, honey, have you ever had your ... monthly 
cycle yet?"

"My what?" Liu Si asked, and Karen shot a sideways 
glance at me. "Already leaving," I said, folding up my 
book and getting to my feet.

"You don't have to, it's just kind of ... personal." 
Karen said, as I skedaddled.

"It's cool," I said, and headed outside. Don't get me 
wrong. I love women, and have a tremendous amount of 
respect for motherhood, womanhood, childbirth, and all 
of that stuff. My four favorite people on this entire 
earth are women, (well, 3 women, one girl,) but some of 
that "inner woman" stuff is NONE of my business. I'm not 
disrespectful, but I am perfectly happy to stay clear of 
it.

I got about two more chapters through my book when Amy 
came hopping outside. "Didja hear?"

"No, that's why I came outside, because I didn't WANT 
to." I said, not looking up.

"I'm SO glad we fooled around last night, it might be 
our only chance for a while." She said thoughtfully, 
kicking a rock off the patio.

"Actually, fooling around can help reduce the cramps," 
Karen said, joining us. "But you have to stop right 
before the, uh,... grand finale."

The menstrual conversation had followed me outside 
somehow. I got up again. "Heading for the bathroom," I 
announced. Maybe there I can get away from this.

"Oh, when you go in, could you look and see if there are 
any maxi pads left? Mine isn't for another week, and I 
don't remember what was left." Karen asked.

I groaned desperately. "Maybe the gazebo is safe." I 
muttered, turning on my heel, but Karen caught my elbow. 
"I was only kidding! Relax, I know how you feel about 
girl stuff!" She laughed. "Besides, we don't even know 
if that's what's bothering Liu Si."

Turns out, it was. Later that evening there was 
"convincing evidence," and just like that, our adopted 
sister Liu Si had passed through that metaphorical 
doorway from girlhood to womanhood. Liu Si was prepared 
to be embarrassed and uncomfortable about it, but Karen 
called Lola and after a brief stop at the grocery store, 
Lola brought ice cream (frozen yogurt for Liu Si) and 
the ladies all sat in front of the fireplace and ate ice 
cream, telling funny period stories and complaining 
about cramps. Or maybe they arm-wrestled and told dirty 
jokes, I don't know, I was in my room, listening to 
headphones and trying to stay out of it. Again, I love 
women, and have nothing but respect for the female 
gender, but I don't want to sit around and talk about 
menstruation or the wacky things that happen during or 
because of it. Sorry.

I was very proud of Karen, though, AND Amy and Lola. It 
seems to me that starting your period with almost no 
foreknowledge of what to expect would be very traumatic 
and embarrassing, but they really made Liu Si feel 
special, that it was something to be proud of, not 
ashamed of. The right people in your life can make all 
the difference. Never forget that.

I went downstairs at one point to get some more Kool-
aid, and as I passed through the living room, I saw that 
Liu Si was wearing one of Amy's plastic princess crowns, 
and had a cord coming from behind her back, so I assume 
the heating pad was still in use. Her menstrual majesty. 
Lola called me over.

"Will, there you are!" She said, putting her spoon back 
in her Ben and Jerry's, "Sorry we're excluding you 
tonight."

"With all due respect, I'd rather be Excluded than 
Included." I waved politely. "I just came downstairs to 
get something to drink, and to say congratulations." I 
bowed. Liu Si blushed and smiled.

In the kitchen, I refilled my cup from the big pitcher, 
and Amy came in. "Hey, we all agreed we'd rather have 
you in there too, so no more 'woman talk,' ok?"

"I don't want to intrude on the special evening," I 
said, with extremely mild disgust.

"Trust me, there's only so many things to say about the 
ovaries." Amy made a face.

"Um, hey," She said quietly a second later. "I know I 
said I've got "next," but Liu Si is feeling kinda gross, 
so I think I should stay with her tonight, to show her 
she isn't. I mean, we're not going to DO anything, but I 
wouldn't feel right leaving her alone to spend time 
alone with you when she's feeling low."

"I totally understand." I said, smiling at her. Amy is 
actually a pretty good judge of when people need 
support.

"So if you need, um, attention, you don't have to wait 
for me." She said, her voice low, peeking over her 
shoulder towards the living room. "If you and Karen want 
to have some special time, that's totally cool. I didn't 
really mean to imply that we had to take turns, anyway."

"Actually, I'm pretty good right now." I said, putting 
my cup down and hugging her. "I can wait. I haven't been 
crazy horny for a while now, and it's not like I have to 
have it every night.. You've both been taking good care 
of me."

"Good!" She said, beaming. "That's our job! Now come on, 
Lola even got an ice cream for you. Join us."

I looked in the freezer to find Ben and Jerry's Magic 
Brownie, a tribute to the Dave Matthews Band. I checked 
the ingredients to make sure it didn't actually include 
pot, and got a spoon.

Heading back into the living room, I took a seat next to 
Lola on the couch, and began enjoying the ice cream. Liu 
Si had taken off the plastic crown, and was sitting 
happily next to Amy, eating strawberry frozen yogurt. 
Karen was sitting on the floor, reclining against the 
ottoman, facing us.

"So, I have some good news, and some bad news, although 
it's all kind of sad news." Lola said, staring into her 
Americone Dream. "The good news is, tomorrow morning, I 
should have the last of Mom's affairs prepared for her 
...passing."

Karen crawled over and sat next to her feet, and put her 
hand on Lola's knee. "And the bad news?" She asked 
gently.

Lola took a deep breath. "The bad news is that tomorrow 
afternoon we have a scheduled meeting with a hospice 
worker."

"What's that?" Amy asked.

"It's a person who basically comes in and helps you 
prepare. They are kind of like a death counselor, both 
for the patient, and for the loved ones." Lola said.

"Is that... normal? Is that what they do?" I asked, 
surprised.

Lola nodded sadly. "Mom's not getting better, and 
she's... not going to, either. Maybe the best thing I 
can do for her is... to let her go."

Not a lot to be said then. I sat quietly, until I 
realized that Lola was silently crying. I scooched over 
to put my arm around her, and she put her head on my 
shoulder. Karen reached up and took her hand, and we sat 
like that for a while. Amy and Liu Si also sat quietly, 
hip to hip.

Before long, the conversation revived, and we spoke of 
other things, but both Karen and I stayed close to Lola, 
and she seemed grateful for it.

That evening, we said quiet goodbyes to Lola, and went 
upstairs to our rooms. Liu Si and Amy took the heating 
pad with them, and I got to give Amy and Karen each a 
very nice kiss before we went off to bed. Liu Si got a 
good hug, and a hearty handshake, which made her laugh.

The next few days were bad, and I'm not going into a ton 
of detail here, because it's not part of this memoir. 
What details there are is only what specifically merits 
mention, and because we finally met Lola's sisters.

Lola called us the next afternoon, in tears, telling us 
about the visit with the hospice worker, how she was 
told to hold her mother's hand, and basically tell her 
that it was ok to die, that we all loved her, but that 
it was ok to just let go, and go on to heaven. I don't 
know if I could do something like that, it sounded 
awful. I can't imagine the kind of strength you would 
need to let someone go. I certainly don't have it.

I had the late shift at work that night, 6 to 11:30, so 
I didn't get to see Lola that night when she came over. 
Karen said they just cried a lot. They (all four of 
them) literally went upstairs to the king-sized bed in 
the master bedroom and just curled up and cried, laying 
on top of the comforter. After a while, they sat cross-
legged, and told stories about Mrs. Klemp, Lola from 
when she lived there with her sisters, Karen from 
growing up with the cats. Amy said that when they broke 
up for the evening, Lola seemed to be more at peace.

The day after next, Mrs. Klemp passed away. She died 
peacefully, never regaining consciousness. Lola was 
actually on her way to the hospital in the morning when 
it happened, and she arrived to find that it was already 
over.

She called the house and got Karen. "Mom's gone!" She 
wailed.

"Oh, no!" Karen gasped.

"Oh, yes!" Lola bawled. We got ourselves out to the 
hospital as fast as we could, but there really wasn't 
much we could do, or needed to, anyway, besides be there 
for Lola, and for Karen. Those two knew her best, after 
all.

Lola's hard work in the weeks previous translated into 
very little responsibility when the moment came. She had 
to sign a few things, but other than that, it all just 
kind of happened by itself. She called her sisters and 
gave them the news. The viewing was set for the day 
after next, with the actual graveside ceremony set for 
the day after that. Mrs. Klemp's final resting place is 
about an hour and a half from where we live, next to the 
resting place of Mr. Klemp, a man I never met.

Her oldest sister, Donna, arrived very late that 
following night, and together she and Lola sat up with 
the body at the funeral home, a southern tradition, left 
over from the family's roots in South Carolina. Doris, 
the middle sister, didn't actually arrive until the 
viewing, and even then it seemed like she spent the 
whole time outside with her cell phone wedged in her 
ear.

(In the following weeks, when they were dividing up the 
assets and paying for the final expenses, Donna (the 
executor of the will) was the most cooperative. Doris 
was more like "Where's the money?" Because Lola was 
living in the house, they all agreed (after some 
resistance from Doris) to let her keep it as long as she 
needed it. If she moves, though, they split it three 
ways.)

During the viewing and funeral, Karen or I were never 
more than arm's length from Lola. Amy and Liu Si were a 
little freaked out by being in the same place as a dead 
body, so they stayed at the back of the room, around the 
corner where the couches were. Lola and Donna basically 
had to greet everybody, and it just seemed to drag on 
and on.

The graveside ceremony took place early in the morning, 
and it was a beautiful day, which helped, I think. After 
the funeral, the two older sisters came back with Lola 
to the Klemp homestead and each took some of the things 
they wanted, although both were somewhat dismayed by the 
amount of cats, and the general decline of the old 
family home. Donna made sure that they made a list of 
the things they were taking with them, so that maximum 
fairness was assured. They parted with a promise to get 
in touch later in the week for more arrangements.

That night, the day of the funeral, I had the late shift 
again, and they really had me traipsing all over our 
delivery service area. All the way north, all the way 
south, way the hell over to the east, likewise west. I 
spent most of the night driving. Had I not known that 
Jenni was working the shop that night, I might have 
chalked it all up to dumb fate, but instead I had to 
chalk it up to angry bitch. Spiro made about a dozen 
nearby deliveries in the time it took me to make seven 
or eight long-distance ones. Twelve tips for Spiro, 
seven for me, because the last guy lied about how close 
his address was, and it took me longer to find it. The 
guy practically lived in the next state, way out on some 
nasty back road in B.F.E., and he was pissed about a 
cold pizza.

So I drive all night, burn up a lot of gas, get less 
tips, and I almost get hit, too. Coming back from the 
last guy, who was a real jerk, I get most of the way 
across this little one-lane bridge at the bottom of a 
ravine, when a crappy pickup truck tries to get on the 
other end. I literally saw it as it turned onto the 
bridge, but then I just had headlights in my eyes.

I sat and waited, expecting him to see me and back off, 
but he just puts his lights on high and blows his horn, 
like I'm the one who can't fucking drive. Asshole.

I flashed my lights, indicating that I'm waiting, and he 
just blew his horn again. I was in a mood, I'll admit.

I opened the exhaust cutout, and was a fraction of a 
second away from gunning the engine, when I realized 
that it won't do any good. What am I, going to ram him? 
The glimpse of the truck I got before his high beams 
blinded me showed me that this truck was a P.O.S. Baby 
blue paint, scratches and dings going way down the side, 
like it drove through a fence at some point decades ago, 
rust on the fenders, this truck had nothing to lose. And 
I'm in a glorious black Mustang. Crap.

I closed the exhaust cutouts and backed off the bridge 
as smoothly as I could. The little Timpanelli Pizza Subs 
And Wings! windsock-on-a-stick that we drivers use 
actually blew backwards, and was visible in the top 
corner of my windshield, which is the only time that has 
ever happened. I pulled off the end of the bridge, and 
waited.

Blue Truck proceeds to just roll across the bridge, like 
his foot isn't even on the gas, taking his sweet fucking 
time about it, showing me who's boss. I was pissed, but 
then I remembered something.

People like to rob delivery drivers. Carl had been 
robbed twice (which was why he eventually quit). First 
time, he made a delivery to an address that was a vacant 
house and a guy jumped out from behind the side of the 
house and threatened him with a baseball bat. Second 
time, someone blocked him in at the end of a narrow 
driveway, and the passenger of the car got out and stuck 
a gun in his face.

Not that I thought I was about to get robbed, but the 
thought of getting blocked off this bridge by this Truck 
Fucker made me think twice. My cell phone wouldn't even 
work down here, I was just sure. I backed up until I was 
about twenty feet from the end of the bridge, right 
before the road hair-pinned to go back up the other side 
of the ravine.

As Blue Truck got off the end of the bridge, he (or she, 
I couldn't tell, it was dark) kept their snail's pace. 
The second I saw brake lights bloom behind that truck, 
indicating that they were stopping beside me, I was 
gone. I stomped the gas, threw gravel and dust 
everywhere, and yanked the exhaust cutouts, just to give 
them the Full Treatment. VRRROOOOWWWWMMMM!

"Enjoy that, Jackass!" I yelled, even though my windows 
were up, and the car was deafeningly loud, down in that 
little ravine.

I was still mad when I got back to the shop, but it was 
11:45, quitting time. I took the windsock, the thermal 
pizza carrier, and the money in and settled up at the 
register.

"Fun night?" Jenni asked, with icy anger.

"The best." I replied, equally polite.

"Well, you're doing it again tomorrow, so, lucky you." 
She gave me a brittle, superior smile.

"Great."

Pops came out of the office, apparently doing a little 
late-night book juggling. "I barely saw you tonight, 
Will. How many trips?"

I looked at Jenni, who radiated apathy. "Eight, but they 
were all a little far away. We might want to be more 
careful when we take orders, because some of these 
deliveries tonight should have been pickups instead."

"We can't afford to turn away business. You just need to 
improve your customer service attitude!" Jenni spat.

"No need to 'flare up' at me," I said, and she turned 
red.

"She's just trying to take care of the business, that's 
all," Pops said. "This is the kind of thinking we can 
use around here."

"I'm sure she's going to do well, as long as she minds 
'herpes' and Q's," I said, and Jenni turned white. Pops 
took no notice, just nodded his head. "I'm so proud of 
her."

I got the hell out of there. That probably wasn't wise, 
I thought afterwards, antagonizing someone who has the 
power to make my job miserable. I headed home, where I 
arrived well after midnight. I went straight to bed.

The next morning, before work, I spent some time hanging 
out with my ladies. "Lola came by last night, and you 
missed her again," Amy scolded me.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely. "I spent all night 
exploring every back road in the dark. I'd MUCH rather 
have been here."

"Karen asked her who the mystery guy was and she looked 
like she was going to choke on her iced tea." Amy 
gloated.

"She did not, she just... ok, I guess she did panic a 
little," Karen said, chopping potatoes with Liu Si for 
some soup they were making. "I said that you had 
mentioned some guy she liked, and asked her about him, 
and she looked so surprised. Maybe it was supposed to 
stay a secret."

I shrugged. "She didn't SAY it was, so I didn't think 
like that."

Amy piped up. "I think I might know who it is." She 
beamed.

"Oh yeah?" I said. "Based on what?"

"Observation, my dear Watson." Amy said, with 
exaggerated aloofness. "Have you ever watched her body 
language?"

"No, I can't say that I have," I said, and Karen 
chuckled. "He's too busy watching her body." She said, 
and Liu Si grinned. I shot Karen an aggrieved look, and 
she stuck out her tongue to show she wasn't upset.

"When we go places, it's always the same," Amy said. 
"Strangers, store employees, everyone at the funeral, 
even her own sisters, get this." Amy crossed her arms 
and legs and turned slightly at an angle, not making eye 
contact. "Closed posture, turned away, as if they smell 
bad or something. No contact, except for what is 
strictly necessary, no hugs, only short handshakes. 
Everything about her says don't touch me."

"I've seen her *do* that, too." Karen said, amused and 
intrigued. "So what else you got?"

"Well, Me, Hu Die, and until night before last, Karen, 
get this." Amy turned back towards me, uncrossed her 
arms, and sat up straight. Her legs were still crossed, 
but now she looked more relaxed, her hands laying 
loosely in her lap. "More of an open posture, smiling, 
comfortable, with hand holding, hugging, and laughing."

"Why 'until night before last' me?" Karen asked, 
surprised.

"I'm getting there," Amy smiled. "So then Will, and now 
Karen, get this behavior." Amy uncrossed her legs, and 
keeping her knees together, put her feet over to the 
left. She turned her upper body just a bit, but kept her 
face pointed at me, and smiled, making plenty of eye 
contact. "Completely open body language, maybe even 
posing a little, smiling, making a personal connection. 
Everything about this says please touch me, I'd enjoy 
it."

"So, what does all this mean?" I asked, a little slow on 
the uptake. "I thought you were going to tell us who the 
mystery guy is?"

"Duh." Amy said. "Karen already said she doesn't know 
anybody but us. I think it's you. I've never seen her 
look so inviting to anyone but you. And now Karen."

"Me?" Karen blushed. "Why do you think me?"

"Well, I'm just saying she seems like she's attracted to 
you. When you're talking, she even mimics your posture. 
You lean forward, she leans forward. You tilt your head, 
she tilts her head. It's such a basic form of 
attraction, even animals do it," Amy said sagely. "I 
don't think she's doing it consciously, but she's still 
doing it"

"How do you know so much about this?" I asked.

"It was on The Learning Channel Sunday night." Amy 
shrugged. "I can't blame Lola, anyway. You're both super 
hot. No one could ignore it for long."

"I don't think you're right." Karen shook her head, 
blushing. She looked at Liu Si. "What do you think? Are 
we so attractive that no one can resist us?" Liu Si gave 
her an appraising look, and then threw her arms around 
Karen's waist with a grin. Karen put down her knife and 
hugged her back, laughing.

"See?" Amy asked me. "Karen just stole my girlfriend." 
She laughed, and I had to chuckle too.

So Amy thinks Lola wants me and Karen both? I mean, I 
definitely thought *I* was on the list, but Karen too? 

The plot thickens.

All too soon, it was time for work again. I was 
seriously considering quitting. I only got the job so 
that I would feel like I was doing something other than 
just living off of Dad, and because someday I would need 
to get a real job, so some experience would help, but I 
wasn't interested in taking shit every shift I worked. 
Of course, getting mouthy last night wouldn't have 
helped me. The costs were definitely starting to 
outweigh the benefits.

I hugged everybody, kissed Karen, and headed off to 
work. Right as I was leaving sight of our driveway, my 
cell phone rang. The ID said "work" so I thought it 
might be Pops, so I answered it. It was Jenni.

"Make sure you've got a full tank of gas," she gloated. 
"You might need it."

"Oh, come on!" I said. "Give me a break."

"PLUS I wanted to warn you, try any more cute insult 
shit like last night, and I will pepper spray you right 
in the face, I don't care if Dad IS right there." Jenni 
snarled.

"Just leave me alone, ok?" I said. "I'll drop the 
attitude if you drop the revenge."

"You think so, tough guy?" She said, and my phone 
beeped. "You just wait-"

"Other call!" I said loudly, and disconnected her, 
picking up the other call. "Hello?"

I hadn't even gotten to see who it was, but I was 
pleased to hear it was Lola. "Will?"

"Lola!" I said. Make my day better, I thought.

"I just got home, and I think I heard someone go down 
your driveway." She sounded unsure.

"You probably heard me, I just left for work," I said, 
but she disagreed.

"I SAW you from the sidewalk, but you didn't see me 
wave. I mean I got into the kitchen and was setting the 
bags down, and it sounded like someone drove past my 
house, and turned into your driveway. I'm going outside 
to look, maybe I'm wrong," I started slowing down. I 
could hear wind blowing into the mouthpiece of her phone 
as she crossed the yard.

"Ok, this is weird. There's a pickup truck parked 
crooked, blocking your driveway about forty feet in, 
right where the trees make it the narrowest, I don't 
even think you could drive around it. And it's empty." I 
could hear concern in her tone.

It was like ice water poured down my back. A flash of 
dread hit me. "Lola, what color is the truck?"

"It's like a really awful robin's egg blue," she said. 
"Does it matter?"

I was already whipping the car around, and actually cut 
a corner in someone's yard, not having enough room in 
their big double driveway. "Call the house right now, 
tell them to get inside and lock the doors! I'm coming 
home right now, I'm only about two minutes away! Please 
do it now!" I hung up and dropped my phone into the 
passenger seat.

I drove as fast as I thought I could keep the car on the 
road, just mash the pedal down and go, go, go! My phone 
rang about thirty seconds later, right before I rounded 
the turn that would bring Lola's house into view. "I got 
Karen on the cordless, but she was in the bathroom. She 
said Amy and Liu Si are outside by the pool!"

I could see Lola now, standing in the little side yard, 
looking down our driveway, her cell phone clutched to 
her ear. "I need to park in your yard!" I said, and she 
looked up and saw me. As she ran for the house, getting 
out of my way, she said, "Baby, park wherever you want!"

I braked off the driveway and skidded into the grass. 
Turning off the ignition, I yanked off my seatbelt, and 
jumped out of the car. "Who is it?" Lola shouted, 
scared.

"I don't know!" I yelled back, already running. "Call 
911! Get the police out here!"

I ran as hard as I have ever run in my life. I dodged 
around the truck; last night's enemy, all right, door 
open, engine still running. It looked like they were 
trying to A: block the driveway, or B: get poised for a 
quicker turnaround, but the trees were a little too 
close for a three point turn in a vehicle that size.

As I ran, pure fear giving wings to my feet, I punched 
Speed Dial #1 on my phone. I don't know how people in 
movies run and talk on the cell phone, because it's 
really difficult. It answered on the first ring. "Is 
everyone-" I started, but Karen interrupted me.

"BY THE POOL! AMY!!!!" she shrieked, and I just threw 
the phone away and ran.

The house was in view, and I ran along the driveway, my 
legs burning, my chest aching, when I heard a colossal, 
ringing crash. I pelted around the corner and up onto 
the patio to see that a soaking wet man had just hurled 
the metal grill grid from the outdoor fireplace through 
one of the giant glass panels alongside our sliding 
glass doors.

It was like a snapshot, one of those moments engraved on 
your brain for the rest of your life. You don't even 
remember looking around, but you can remember every 
detail.

Wet footsteps were all over the place, most of them 
small girl feet. A wooden end table, usually placed 
beside our deck chairs, was rolling and floating in the 
pool. A huge drip trail led from the side of the pool, 
towards the house, and then back to the grill, and then 
ended with the intruder, still dripping on the patio.

I didn't even recognize him at first. Water poured down 
off of him, running into his blackened eyes, over the 
two strips of medical tape that crossed the bridge of 
his bandaged nose. He snarled at me, his eyes wild, his 
teeth nasty, yellowed, and crooked. "Pizza boy!" He 
spat, and then laughed evilly. "I FOUND YOU!!"

I didn't realize until I saw the air cast on his foot. 
It was Kai Long. I felt like I was going deaf. I 
suddenly couldn't hear anything except my heartbeat. 
Fuck, fuck, fuckety, FUCK!

He grabbed at his pockets like he was expecting to find 
something, but came up with nothing. He shot an angry 
glance at the pool, then looked back at me.

"Pizza boy!" He snarled. "Last night I recognize your 
car, today I get to fuck you up! Today is a lucky day!"

"We'll see how lucky it is," I said, trying to catch my 
breath. I circled to get between him and the house.

"Not lucky for you!" He growled, and pulled a huge knife 
from the back of his belt. It was a type of cooking 
knife called a Santoku, and the blade was probably only 
between 8 and 10 inches long, but it looked plenty long 
enough. My mouth went dry. Don't watch the knife, watch 
his eyes, I told myself. I put my hands out, and tensed 
myself to spring.

I heard footsteps crunching the broken glass behind me. 
"WILL?! What should I DO?" Karen called, terrified. I 
know she saw the knife.

"Where's Amy? You screamed about Amy?" I asked quickly.

"We're all in here, I sent them to hide," she said, very 
scared.

I called to her without taking my eyes off of him. "Get 
the shotgun and as many shells as you can carry and 
bring it to me." I could hear her footsteps move off 
quickly.

Kai Long had reacted to her arrival with a leer and a 
"well, well, well," look, but at the mention of 
"shotgun" he re-oriented on me. His blackened eyes 
narrowed.

"Give me the girl!" he snarled.

"Eat shit and die!" I responded as calmly as I could, 
although I was terrified. Where oh where were the 
police?

He took a step towards the broken window, and I shouted, 
"Hold it!" He ignored me, turning the knife over until 
it was point down in his fist. Another limping step.

I could hear Karen's footsteps returning, and he must 
have done the same, because he made his move. He lunged, 
not at me, but as if he were trying to go past me, to 
get to her before she could bring me the shotgun.

I did something stupid. 

I didn't want to get within range of that knife, but I 
knew I couldn't let him get past me, so I dropped down 
onto my hands and my left foot and kicked straight out 
at his good leg as hard as I could with my right foot. I 
aimed at his knee, and I got it.

I'd always heard that it only takes 12 pounds of 
pressure in the wrong direction to break a human knee, 
and his was certainly no exception. Even now, 
remembering the sound, kind of a wet crunching pop, 
makes me shudder uncomfortably. The impact up my leg 
felt like I was kicking through the narrower end of a 
pool cue.

He threw his arms out for balance, but it was already 
over. He toppled forward, his broken knee bending fully 
in the wrong direction as his body weight collapsed it. 
His right arm was too far up to catch himself, so he 
literally bounced his face off the patio, smashing right 
down on his already ruined nose. 

The stupid part of it was that I forgot to pull back 
fast enough. I was so focused on hitting him in the 
knee, I wasted time on the follow-through, and when he 
lurched forward in his fall, the santoku knife clutched 
in his left hand drove straight into the outside of my 
right calf, about six or seven inches below my knee. 
Straight fucking in.

I have never, ever, felt pain like that in my entire 
life. I'm not sure I could describe it accurately, 
although here goes. If you've ever accidentally jammed 
something up under your thumbnail, like a toothpick or a 
staple or a paperclip or something, take that feeling 
and multiply it as much as you like. Not only is there 
the pain of the puncture itself, there is the deep, deep 
animal-brain feeling that something DOES NOT BELONG. 
Like even after you pull a splinter out, it can feel 
like it's still there. My leg was on fire, as if it were 
literally burning. Pain? I've fucking BEEN THERE.

It hurt so bad at first I couldn't even make a sound, 
just gasp in air, my throat practically closing itself, 
my breath a whistle. Then, I found my voice. 
"YYAARRGGH!"

I heard Karen scream as well, a heartbroken roar of fear 
and anger. I scrabbled backwards about three feet, and 
literally could not drag myself another inch, sitting on 
my butt, my right leg (plus the knife, still sticking 
out of it,) stretched straight out in front of me. It 
hadn't even begun to bleed yet, the vacuum seal of the 
wound wasn't broken. 

Karen appeared over my shoulder, desperately trying to 
get a shell into the chamber. It was a 20-ga., single-
shot, breech loading shotgun, and in her panicked state, 
putting a shell in and snapping it closed was giving her 
a hard time. One shell spun out of her fingers and 
struck me in the arm where I sat.

Kai Long hadn't moved after striking his face off the 
patio, but Karen finally got a shell in and the breech 
shut. As she raised it to her shoulder, I heard the 
hammer go back. "NO!!" I shouted up at her. "Don't 
shoot!"

"Fucking KILL him!" Karen sobbed, hissing through 
clenched teeth. The barrel shook wildly. I gulped a deep 
breath.

"The police are already on their way!" I said, as calmly 
as I could, although my voice was shaking. I couldn't 
seem to get enough air. Please God, don't let her do it. 
"I'm not dead, and he's not getting up from there. Don't 
shoot." My leg made it hard to concentrate. Unbelievable 
pain.

"Why not?!" She cried, furious. "He STABBED you! I've 
got him RIGHT HERE! WHY NOT?!"

"Karen, if you pull that trigger, there's no going 
back." I said, and reached up for the gun. She stepped 
away from me, still glaring at him.

"It's self defense!" She growled, sniffing hard, tears 
running down her cheeks.

"Shooting him in the top of the head as he lays on his 
face? With a broken leg, a busted nose and a sprained 
ankle? There's too much against you. Against us." She 
still wasn't looking at me. "Karen. KAREN!"

She glared at me, trying to catch her breath. "This can 
all still be ok. Lola called 911, I'm not dead, we'll be 
ok. If you kill him, it'll never be ok. It'll never be 
normal again." I spoke as calmly as I could. She started 
crying harder. I struggled with another deep breath.

"I need you to be strong," I said. "I need you to be 
strong and brave. Will you help me?" 

Still crying, after a moment, she nodded.

"Put the hammer back down and put the safety on," I 
said, and she did, albeit grudgingly. She stepped back 
over closer to me.

"If he moves, I'm GOING to shoot him," she said, firmly.

"Deal." I said. "Just let me yell at him first, ok?" My 
leg was starting to go numb, somehow without diminishing 
any of the pain I was feeling. Why couldn't I get enough 
air?

Somewhere, light years away, I thought I could hear a 
siren. Kai Long twitched, and tried to push himself up 
on his hands, blood and snot pouring out of his 
flattened nose, drool and blood running down from his 
smashed lips. His chin had split open from the impact on 
the patio. He finally got himself up on his hands, 
spread wide apart, and spat out two teeth. His eyes were 
streaming, and when he realized what he was laying on 
was his own foot, he shrieked.

"DON'T MOVE, YOU FUCKER!" Karen screamed at him, and his 
head snapped up.

His eyes burned with hate, and he started trying to slur 
something at us in Chinese. He crouched there, arms out 
for support, the sole of his shoe pointing right at us.

"I told her if you move, she can blow your arms off." I 
shouted at him, even though he was only about two yards 
away. He glared pure murder at us, but he shut up. The 
sirens got closer, but still were forever away.

"Will, it's getting heavy," Karen said quietly, and I 
looked up to see the end of the barrel weaving slightly. 
I reached up with one hand, the other behind me for 
balance, and held it steady.

Time seemed to stand still.

Picture us there. Imagine it in your mind. A bright, 
beautiful afternoon, fluffy little clouds in the sky, 
birds flying and chirping all over the place. A young 
man sits on a water-strewn patio, one arm back for 
support, one arm holding up the front of a shotgun held 
by a young woman crying just this side of 
uncontrollably. 

A large knife glitters from the young man's leg, shoved 
halfway in, only now starting to actually bleed. A few 
feet away, a man crouches/lies spiderlike on the patio, 
one leg bent horribly forward underneath himself, his 
face a nightmare visage of old and new wounds, blood and 
snot and saliva dripping from his face. His eyes burn 
like hot coals, and you can almost SEE the hatred rising 
from him like heat.

I heard the sirens get closer. I suddenly realized our 
phone had been ringing for a while now, I could hear it 
in the kitchen. I tried to get another deep breath, but 
it was like my lungs just stayed empty.

I glanced down at my leg, and saw the bead of blood roll 
off the top edge of the knife and trickle down towards 
the patio floor. The world started going black and 
white.

"Karen?" I asked.

"What?" She sobbed.

"I'm going to shut my eyes and lay down for a while, 
ok?"

"No!" She cried, "Will!"

"I'm fine, I'm just ... promise me you won't shoot him 
when I lay down."

"Don't lay down!" She shouted. "Stay awake!"

"Promise me. Please." I let go of the shotgun barrel and 
rocked back to my elbows. My head was spinning. The 
patio felt like it was flipping over.

"WILL!!" She screamed, far away.

"I'm alive, just... don't shoot him unless he moves." I 
mumbled. I couldn't tell you if my eyes were open or 
shut. I laid back and...
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somebody's yelling, men's voices.
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(So I ended up with eight stitches on my calf. The knife 
didn't go all the way through my leg, and it went in 
parallel to the muscle, so there was a minimum of 
internal damage. The emergency room doctor called me a 
lucky guy. She said I was very blessed. I was told all 
this afterwards, of course. At the time I was pretty out 
of it. 

They gave me anesthetic when I got there, because they 
wanted to inspect the wound and make sure it was clean 
and that there was no serious internal damage. Other 
than getting a cooking knife stuck into my leg, I came 
away with about the least amount of permanent damage you 
could get. 

No nerves, no major blood vessels cut. I was lucky that 
the knife was so sharp, and so clean. I'm sure that dip 
in the pool didn't hurt it either, the mildly 
disinfecting action of the chlorine working in my 
favor.)

I woke up gradually in the hospital. My leg felt 
uncomfortable, like someone was squeezing it or pinching 
it, but when I looked down, it was just heavily 
bandaged. Oh yeah. I got stabbed. Memories came flooding 
back, memories that weren't connected to anything 
properly, like a jumbled handful of snapshots. 

Kai Long, Karen with the shotgun, the scrambled hell of 
the police and the ambulance. Some guy in a uniform 
shining a little flashlight in my eyes, and then 
dragging a chair over and propping my feet on it. Being 
in a tiny room with lots of cabinets, jostling back and 
forth a little, and the air tasted funny.

Outside my window was dark, so I must have been out for 
a while. I looked around. I was in a semi-private room, 
you know, the kind with two beds and a flimsy cloth 
curtain between them. The other bed was empty. In fact, 
I was completely alone. There were two chairs beside my 
bed, and one had a coat or a shirt on it, but no one 
else was around.

Last thing I remembered clearly was Karen pointing a 
shotgun at Kai Long, screaming at me to wake up. I had 
to find out if they were ok. I looked around for the 
nurse call button to find out when I could leave. I 
found it on the TV remote.

Right before I could press it, Lola walked in, carrying 
a paper cup of coffee, the kind you get out of a vending 
machine. She looked terrible, but when she saw me, her 
whole demeanor changed. "OH MY GOD, WILL!" She ran over, 
set the coffee down on my bedside table, and hugged me 
as tightly as she dared.

"Oh, honey! I'm so sorry!" She wept into my shoulder.

"What's wrong?!" I asked, worried for the girls. "Are 
they ok?"

"Are THEY ok?" She sniffled. "Listen to you! They're 
fine! YOU got stabbed in the leg with a butcher knife!" 
She reached back, and dragged the chair with the coat on 
it right up to the bed, and sat down, still holding onto 
my hand. With her other hand, she smoothed my hair. 
"You're something else, you know that?"

"I just want them to be ok." I shrugged, still a bit 
loopy from the anesthetic, and I'm sure, the blood loss.

"Will, you're amazing. They're fine, in fact they'd be 
here now if it wasn't against hospital policy. I'm the 
only one allowed to stay after ten p.m." 

"What happened after I laid down?" I asked, "Why was Kai 
Long in our pool?"

"When I called them, Karen was just getting out of the 
bathroom, and Amy and Liu Si were out by the pool. Amy 
was sitting in a chair fiddling with a camera, and Liu 
Si was sitting on the edge of the pool, kicking her feet 
in the water. Amy said they were going to take some 
pictures. Well, Kai Long came stumping around the corner 
of the house, I guess he saw Liu Si first, and he went 
straight at her. 

Liu Si tried to jump backwards and get to her feet, but 
she banged her heel on the pool edge and fell on her 
back. Kai Long hobbled right up and tried to reach for 
her, but Amy jumped up, grabbed that little wooden 
table, and threw it at him as hard as she could." Lola 
took a deep breath. I just listened in amazement.

"She missed his head, but the table clipped him on the 
shoulder, and he lost his balance and toppled into the 
pool. The girls ran for the house, and when they got in 
the kitchen, they slammed the glass door and locked it, 
but when he got out of the pool, he just went back to 
the fireplace and grabbed the grill, and then threw it 
through the window. 

Karen said she told them to hide somewhere as fast as 
they could, but she heard you out there and came outside 
to see if she could help." Lola wept a few more tears. 
"and then you got stabbed. I'll never forgive myself."

I was surprised. "YOU didn't stab me." I said.

"I'm doing a shitty job of protecting you and your 
sisters." She wept. "I drove RIGHT past that truck, 
parked off the side of the road, as I came home from the 
grocery store."

"You didn't know it was anything." I said. "He was 
parked by the road?"

"You know that little dirt road that goes off into the 
woods right in the curve. It leads to an underground gas 
line or something, the one that's always got the chain 
across it? Well, that truck was parked there, but I just 
thought it was a hunter or something, you know how they 
park just anywhere. I didn't even remember that deer 
season is in the fall. 

"The sun was on the windshield and I couldn't see anyone 
in it. I think he was just sitting, waiting to see if 
you were going to work, because it was literally a 
minute after you pulled out, he drove in. When the 
police got there, they drove his truck into the trees to 
clear the road. They're towing it tomorrow morning."

I cleared my throat. "Yeah, what happened after I... 
left?" I asked.

Lola shed another tear or two. "I had to stay out by the 
road to direct the police in, they didn't seem to know 
your address when I called 911, so I gave them Mom's and 
told them I would wait there. I followed them in, and 
parked around back when they did. It was horrible, 
coming up on that patio and seeing you lying there. I 
felt like my heart had stopped completely." She wept, 
silently, but hard, for a few more seconds, pulling 
herself together with a huge sniff.

"The policemen saw Karen with the shotgun and oriented 
on her first, but then they saw you lying there, and Kai 
Long." She shuddered. "If I ever sleep again, he's going 
to give me nightmares, I just know it. That face, and 
his leg all bent up? He looked like something out of a 
horror movie. God."

"The leg was my fault," I said. She gulped and nodded, 
her face very close to mine.

"I know, and I still think you went easy on him, but 
God, that leg looked terrible." She kissed the back of 
my hand again. "Karen told me about how you kept her 
from shooting him."

"I don't think I was wrong," I said.

Lola nodded. "*I* would have blown him away in a 
heartbeat, and then had to live with it the rest of my 
life. Forget all the legal ramifications, just knowing 
that I'd pulled a trigger and blown someone apart would 
have tormented me forever. Karen gets that now, although 
at the time, all she wanted was to kill him. Even while 
you were lying there with a butcher knife in your leg, 
you were protecting her. I'm just in awe. You showed 
amazing presence of mind."

I shook my head. "Just scared."

Lola shook her head back at me. "You're the bravest 
person I have ever met, William Humbert."

I didn't know what to say, so I just lay there. She 
wiped away another tear that had been stubbornly 
clinging to her eyelash. "So they get up on the patio, 
and Karen immediately surrenders the shotgun, and they 
focus on you and Kai Long. One of the officers checked 
you, and said you were in shock, and called an 
ambulance."

"Shock? That doesn't sound so bad," I said. 

Lola shook her head. "People die from it a lot, I've 
been told. They handcuffed Kai Long and rolled him off 
of his broken leg. Karen and I just knelt beside you and 
cried, pretty much. An ambulance came and took you, then 
another one for him, with a police escort. One car 
stayed and took statements from everybody."

Uh oh. "Everybody?" I asked, concerned, but starting to 
get sleepy again.

She gave me a little smile. "Ever since you told me to 
call the police, I'd been thinking of a way to keep Liu 
Si out of it, how to keep her a secret. We went in and 
got Amy, and had her come out onto the patio to give her 
statement. Since we were "all" outside, and Kai Long 
never made it past the patio, the police didn't need to 
come inside for any reason." 

She grinned for real now. "When Karen and I went inside 
to find Amy, I told them both to make sure not to use 
his name. The more random we can make it look, the less 
likely we'll have to give up Liu Si, and the crazier 
he'll look. If the police knew that we knew his name, 
we'd have to explain why."

"That's really smart," I said, starting to fall asleep 
again. "I never would have thought of that."

"So then I brought the girls here for a while, but you 
were still in surgery or whatever, then I took them home 
and came back to spend the night here so you wouldn't be 
alone when you woke up."

She still held my hand, but with her other hand she took 
a drink of coffee from her paper cup. On the bottom of 
it was printed a ten of spades and an ace of clubs.

"You won," I said, getting really sleepy.

She put the cup down and smiled at me. God, she was 
pretty. "I guess I did." She gently caressed my face 
with her other hand, then leaned down and kissed the 
back of my hand she was holding.

"On the cup," I said, fading fast back into sleep. 
"Blackjack."

She picked up the cup and carefully looked at the 
bottom. "Ha," She said softly. "My lucky day." She 
massaged my hand and kissed it again. Had I not been 
knocked out, I'm sure I would have at least started an 
erection under the thin hospital blanket. "When you're 
all better, I'd like to spend some more time with you," 
she murmured. "Would that be ok?"

"I'd really like that," I said. "But right now I think I 
want to sleep some more."

She gave me a kind smile. "Ok, but listen: The police 
will be around tomorrow, most likely, but you don't HAVE 
to talk to them. I'll bring the girls around early, but 
don't tell the police anything until the anesthetic 
wears off, and we get our story together. Liu Si must be 
kept a secret."

"Got it," I said, barely awake. "Goodnight." My eyes 
closed.

"I think I love you." I barely heard her whisper a 
moment later, then I was asleep again.

My sleep was total and somewhat refreshing. I woke up 
with a tiny headache, but I've always been told that the 
worst part of most surgeries is recovering from the 
anesthetic. It was daylight when I opened my eyes. My 
leg ached dully, but it was elevated, so I'm sure it was 
the best it could be.

After about ten minutes a nurse came in, a fiftyish 
woman in maroon scrubs, and seemed glad to see me awake, 
in a brusque, deadpan way. "Good, you're up. Now I won't 
have to wake you to ask you what you want for 
breakfast."

My stomach didn't feel so great, so I just asked for 
toast. She brought me a tray with toast, a few slices of 
American cheese, and some fruit salad. It wasn't that 
bad. "How do I go to the bathroom with my leg like 
this?" I asked, eating some cheese on toast.

"Well, we can get your crutches up here, or you can use 
a walker. Or, there's always the bed pan," she said 
flatly.

"Crutches or walker, please. At your convenience," I 
said, embarrassed. "Also, where are my clothes?"

"Your clothes are here in this bag," She indicated. "But 
for right now you have to keep your robe on. They're 
going to want to check your stitches later today, just 
to check for infection or seepage or anything."

I'm at least going to put on my underwear, I thought to 
myself. Going commando makes me nervous.

She came back with the walker, and helped me turn slowly 
and put my legs on the floor. The minute my leg dropped 
lower than my heart, I felt that stab wound. Wow.

"What's your pain like?" She asked, as I hobbled to the 
little ensuite bathroom. "From one to ten, one being 
barely noticeable, and ten being almost unbearable."

"When I was laying down it was maybe a four, but right 
now it's a seven or eight." I said through gritted 
teeth.

"I'll bring you something for it after we're done here." 
She said, not unkindly.

I sat down to pee, because I couldn't stand up and 
balance. Getting back to the bed was a relief. After the 
nurse came back in with the pills, I ventured forth from 
the bed again in search of my clothes.

A few minutes after I found my underwear, got it on over 
my sore leg, and propped myself back up again, two men 
came into my room. One was an older Hispanic man, in a 
grey suit and tie, with an impressive mustache. The 
other was a younger guy in a polo shirt with a blazer 
over it, and a crew cut.

"William Humbert?" The older man said, and reaching into 
his pocket, produced a police badge. "I'm Detective 
Rodriguez, and this is Detective Cooper, and we'd like 
to ask you a few questions about what happened 
yesterday." He put the badge away.
Needless to say, I was immediately apprehensive. "Umm, 
ok."

Cooper waved his hand placatingly. "You're not in any 
trouble or anything, we'd just like to know how this 
started."

"Ok." I repeated. Time to shut up. Where are you, Lola?! 
Rodriguez took out a little leather notebook and flipped 
it open.

"Have you had any previous run-ins with Kai Long?" 
Detective Rodriguez asked, watching me intently.

"Who?" I asked, looking at him blankly. Maybe if I give 
them a *little* truth, I won't seem like I'm lying, I 
decided.

"The man who stabbed you." He said, and made a tiny jot 
in his notebook.

"Oh, yeah. He was at the park a few days ago, and came 
up and started yelling at my sister. We got away from 
him and ran." How do I keep Liu Si out of this? It's 
impossible.

"You don't by any chance drive a black mustang with a 
muffler problem, do you?" Cooper asked.

"I do. How did you know?" I asked. CRAP! 

"It's a small town." Detective Rodriguez gave a little 
smile. "A soccer mom called in a report on her cell 
phone that there was a man harassing two girls at the 
jungle gym. A few minutes later, she called back to say 
that a teenage boy came up, and together the three kids 
fled to a black mustang which made, in her words, "one 
hell of a racket pulling out.""

"Yeah, that was us." I swallowed. Next came the question 
I was dreading.

"You said he was harassing your sister. Who was the 
second girl?" Cooper asked.

Before I could answer, there came a squeal from the 
doorway. "WILL!!"

Amy came charging in, followed a second later by Karen. 
At first I barely recognized Amy, because instead of 
reddish-brown curls, her hair had been ironed straight 
and dyed black! Karen was dressed normally, but had a 
serious twinkle in her eye as she approached the bed.

Amy threw herself onto my good side and started crying. 
Karen sat in Lola's chair and held my hand, starting to 
cry herself. "We were so worried." She said, over Amy's 
wailing.

"Don't ever do that again!" Amy sobbed. "We were so 
scared!"

The two detectives looked decidedly uncomfortable amidst 
this display of emotion. The girls cried on me for a 
couple of minutes.

"They were both my sisters." I finally said, deducing 
the purpose of Amy's disguised hairdo.

"And why was he yelling at them?" Cooper asked.

I shrugged. "I really don't know, except he really 
scared us."

"The report said he seemed to be shouting in Chinese, 
and that the girl seemed to be shouting back." Cooper 
said.

"Shubujinyan jiang putonghua, chunlu!" Amy spat, through 
her tears. "Yuchun jingcha." (I speak Chinese, you ass!) 
and (Stupid cops.)

"What?" Cooper asked, caught off guard, but Rodriguez 
made a few more notes in his book.

"I can speak Chinese, a little." Amy said, sniffling. 
"Why are you asking us all this? We didn't stab 
anybody!"

"Ma'am, your brother isn't in any trouble, we just want 
to know what happened, and why." Detective Rodriguez 
said gently.

"So you were just at the playground, and..." Cooper 
asked leadingly.

"And he marched up to us and started telling me I had to 
go live at his house. I have no idea what he was talking 
about, I think either he was confusing me for someone 
else, or he was just this crazy old pervert." Amy said 
angrily. She brushed her hair back behind her ear.

"Are you supposed to interrogate a minor without a 
parent or lawyer present?" Lola's voice interrupted. 
Lola stalked in, a vision in high heels and a steel blue 
power suit. 

She was wearing heels that had a strap around her ankle, 
dark nylons, and a tight skirt that stopped a few inches 
above her knee. She must not have been wearing anything 
under her suit coat, because her cleavage looked 
fantastic. Her outfit was just conservative enough not 
to look slutty, but she radiated confidence and sex 
appeal. Detective Cooper's jaw just kinda fell open. 
Lola looked H-O-T.

"He's not in any trouble, we'd just really appreciate 
his cooperation. I'm Detective Rodriguez. And you are?" 
He smiled and held out his hand.

"Dolores Klemp, attorney at law, and this young man's 
legal guardian, in loco parentis." She did not shake his 
hand. Cooper's jaw shut with a snap, and he shot a look 
at Rodriguez, who for once did not look in control of 
the situation. Rodriguez hastily put away his notebook.

"Frankly, ma-am, we're just here politely asking for 
help. A wanted man shows up and stabs a pizza delivery 
boy with a cooking knife, not too long after approaching 
the young man's sisters, apparently randomly, at a 
public park and causing a disturbance, not too long 
after the business he was running burns down 
suspiciously." Rodriguez held his hands apart 
helplessly.

Lola paused, then looked at me, Karen, and Secret Agent 
Super Amy calculatingly.
"I think maybe we can work something out. You said a 
"wanted man?" So he's already in trouble, from before 
the stabbing?"

"Yes, ma'am." Cooper said.

"I'd like to exchange some information, if that's ok." 
Lola smiled. "How about you tell me what else he's 
wanted for, and Will can tell you what he remembers."

Cooper smiled a crooked half smile, and looked at 
Rodriguez. Who, after a moment, shrugged."Ok, why not. 
You first, though. I'd sure like for all this to make 
some sense."

I told him more or less what happened, substituting Amy 
for Liu Si. I made Kai Long's approach at the playground 
seem completely random and mysterious to us. I then told 
about finding his truck blocking the driveway, and then 
the face-off, ending with Karen and me holding him at 
gunpoint.

"I don't know how he found our house." I said at last. I 
had suspicions, but let them do their work. He did call 
me "pizza boy" after all.

"He probably saw you delivering pizzas and followed your 
car. It is rather distinctive." Cooper said, still 
eyeing up Lola, who was pointedly ignoring him.

"I don't remember much after I fell down." I said.

"Lola came home right after you left," Amy said, still 
in the bed with me. "then today they came and towed the 
truck. We cried a lot." She pouted.

Karen had slipped out of the room at some point, and I 
just then noticed her absence.

"So what else is he wanted for?" Lola asked. "A deal's a 
deal."

Detective Rodriguez shrugged. "Well, right now, it's 
just aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, although 
that may turn into attempted murder, but other than 
that, it's just health and fire code violations from the 
restaurant and nail salon. Possibly some laws being 
broken regarding visas and immigration. Had we gotten 
our hands on him at the park, we might have tacked on 
attempted kidnapping, but as it is, this is what we've 
got."

"Although," Cooper said, "we're pretty sure Kai Long is 
not his real name. He doesn't seem to have proper ID, 
and Kai Long apparently means-"

"Triumphant Dragon." Amy interrupted. 

Cooper made a 'there you have it' kind of gesture. "It 
sounds unnecessarily grandiose, like some kind of pimp 
name." Behind him, Rodriguez rolled his eyes. "Plus, he 
doesn't seem to speak any English now that he's been 
arrested."

"He spoke English at the park and our house," I said, 
but Cooper waved his hand calmly. "This is how the game 
is played, we know. We're getting a translator anyway, 
so there can't be any misunderstandings."

"So anyway, why would you specifically want to know what 
all he's charged with?" Rodriguez asked.

"Simple. If he's already in enough trouble, then maybe I 
can keep these nice kids out of a courtroom. Like if he 
robbed a bank in Colorado, you wouldn't need their 
testimony to put him away for a long time. I can rest 
easy knowing he can never get at them again, and they 
won't have to go through all the crap of a court trial. 
I think they've suffered enough." She crossed her arms.

Rodriguez looked annoyed. "Well, if and when we find out 
who he really is, maybe THEN you can let him go to jail 
for something else. Right now, this stabbing is the 
biggest thing against him. Aggravated assault with a 
deadly weapon is a felony, and a pretty solid one."

Lola frowned. "If and when you find out who he really 
is, could you let us know?"

Cooper pulled a card out of his pocket and gave it to 
Lola. "How about you call me on, say, Friday afternoon?"

Lola looked at him impassively. "I'll have to check my 
schedule."

Cooper tried to smile, but you could tell he knew he had 
been shot down with ease.

The two detectives thanked us and left. Amy immediately 
looked at Lola. "You were so tough! That was awesome!"

Lola grinned. "You say you're a lawyer, and most police 
immediately get more careful. Never mind that I'm a 
civil lawyer, not a criminal lawyer."

She sat down next to me and took my other hand, the one 
that Amy wasn't laying on. "You're the bravest young man 
I've ever met." She said to me sincerely. She smelled 
good.

Karen jogged in after a few moments. "It worked! They 
didn't even think twice!" She shut the door.

Lola relaxed visibly, but Amy just snuggled against me 
more closely. "Yay." She said happily.

"You were probably wondering about the hair," Lola said, 
a bit nervously.

"What, this?" I gently pinched a lock of Amy's hair, and 
flipped it back and forth, tickling her cheek. She 
giggled.

"It was Lola's idea. We didn't know who said what or how 
much, so if Kai Long said he was trying to rescue his 
niece or some crap, we'd have a decoy in place to make 
him look like a nut." Amy murmured.

"Lucky you did." I said. "I didn't even SUSPECT they 
knew so much about the playground."

"You totally played it cool, too." Karen glowed. "You 
didn't even flinch when we came in."

"And then I was going to give them something else to 
think about." Lola grinned sheepishly.

"Did you ever!" Karen laughed. "On the way to the 
elevators, they weren't talking about *us*, they were 
talking about YOU."

"She's a part of US." Amy pointed out.

"Of COURSE she is, but I mean they were talking about 
her specifically," Karen said. "The young guy was saying 
'who'd give guardianship to a lawyer?' and the guy with 
the mustache said 'I saw your face in there. You'd LOVE 
to have her as your babysitter.'"

Lola grinned. "I guess I've still got it."

"I don't think you ever lost it. I think it's getting 
stronger." I said.

"For real," Karen said, and rubbed her shoulder in a 
friendly way.

"You guys are too nice." Lola shook her head. "All this 
flattery."

"Oh, shush." Karen leaned down and hugged her. "It's 
true. Just shut up and enjoy it."

"I'm gonna sleep here." Amy announced, from the crook of 
my arm. "Just like this."

"It's 9:30 in the morning." Karen pointed out, smiling.

"So? I'll wait," Amy said, and kissed my cheek.

"I'm going to get my duffel bag and change, I think." 
Lola said, standing. "This may look distracting, but it 
isn't the most comfortable."

"You were fantastic," Amy said. "Hot and scary at the 
same time."

"Thanks, honey." she blushed. "I'll be right back."

Her heels sounded like golf balls on pavement as she 
walked to the door, and left.

"How did you guys get here? Her car is a two-seater." I 
asked.

"We all came in the mustang today. Now get your cock 
out. Karen, keep an eye out in the hallway." Amy licked 
her lips expectantly.

"Whoa," I said. "You heard Lola, she's coming right 
back!"

"But I waaaaaant soooooooome," Amy whined softly.

"Baby, I'm not really ready right now. Besides, what if 
you have to stop? Lola can't walk back in here to see me 
have a big tent under the sheet." I was a little excited 
by the idea, but mostly terrified of getting caught.

"Come oonnnnn. I'll be real quick, I promise. I just 
want to swallow some of your cum!" Amy tugged at my 
sheet.

"Amy, he said not right now," Karen said, smiling 
gently. "You'll have plenty of time later."

Amy pouted at me. "Would you have let her do this?" I 
asked Karen. Karen grinned and shrugged. "IF the door 
would lock, and Lola weren't coming right back, I'd have 
even been helping her. As it is- " She came over, leaned 
down, and kissed me firmly, her tongue dancing across 
mine. Amy kissed me next, and bit my lower lip just hard 
enough for me to feel it. "Just wait till you get home." 
Amy breathed, and smiled evilly at me. My cock twitched, 
but it was not going to get erect enough to disturb the 
slanted way the sheet was draped.

"How's Liu Si?" I asked, trying to think of something 
else.

"Oh my god, she's beside herself. We need to call her. 
She almost went crazy with guilt and grief." Amy jumped 
up, climbed out of the bed, and went to figure out the 
phone near the bed. "She cried all night, I'm not even 
kidding. All I could do was hold her."

Karen turned on the TV, down way low, and fluffed my 
pillows some. "You'd have been helping her, huh?" I 
asked.

She caressed my hair. "Totally. Double-header time." she 
grinned. "When you get home, you're going to get it. 
Lots of it." She kissed me again. Painkillers or not, 
more of this and I WOULD get an erection. "Thank you. I 
would totally have shot him, and everything would have 
been worse. You really saved me there."

"I love you." was all I said in response. She squeezed 
my hand tightly.

Amy, meanwhile, had gotten Liu Si on the phone. "Meili 
qingren?" She said, "Bupa bushi huo. Will's just fine." 
(beautiful sweetheart? Do not worry.) "He asked about 
you. I know. I know! No, he's not mad at all. Nupeng yu, 
calm down!" (girlfriend.) She covered the mouthpiece of 
the phone, and spoke to me, concerned. "She's crying 
again. She's convinced you're mad at her and going to 
hate her."

"I don't..." I began, but Amy started talking again. 
"Meifar! Liu Si, zhukou! He's not mad at you, he's 
worried if you're ok." (no way! Liu Si, shut up!) She 
brought the phone over to the bed, and climbed up in it 
with me again. I tried to adjust to give her more room, 
but my leg was threatening to slip off of the pillows 
propping me up. Karen jumped up and helped me 
reposition. "Thank you." I said quietly. "I love you." 
She replied simply.

"Babydoll, it's ok. He's got some stitches, and Lola 
said they've got him on some pills, but he's totally 
alive. Here, talk to him." She handed me the phone, and 
I heard Liu Si crying on the other end.

"Meimei, don't cry." (little sister) I said gently. "I'm 
not mad at you, and I'm going to be perfectly healthy." 
(I've picked up a little Chinese just listening to the 
two of them.)

"Diu buzhu, diu buzhu!" She wailed. I covered the 
mouthpiece and asked Amy what that meant. "I'm sorry, 
I'm sorry." She said softly. Karen said. "Awwww."

"You don't have to be sorry, meili, you didn't do 
anything wrong." I soothed. (beautiful)

"I brought this on you. You got stabbed because of me!" 
She cried.

"No, I got stabbed because Kai Long is a hungzhang." I 
corrected. (bastard; I think the literal translation is 
Rotten Turtle Egg)

"He's a gang." she said flatly. "gang?" I asked Amy, who 
blinked and grinned. "It means anus. She's swearing."

"I've brought so much bad luck to your household. I 
should leave." Liu Si said, sniffling, but crying a bit 
less.

"You've brought beauty and love to my household and my 
sisters. You're staying." I stated. Amy smiled at me.

"Really?" She asked, still sniffly, but sounding like 
she was cheering up.

"Really really." I said in my best Shrek voice. Amy 
hugged me. "In fact, I'm specifically looking forward to 
seeing you when I get home."

"I was afraid you were going to die, or that if you were 
ok, that you would throw me out." Liu Si said, solemnly. 
"It is what my father would have done."

"I am a very different man than your father. I can't 
imagine our house without you in it. You belong with us 
for as long as you want to stay." I said. Amy hugged me 
tighter.

Lola walked in as Liu Si began crying again. "Xie xei 
ni," She kept saying. "Xie xie ni." (thank you, thank 
you.) 

"The nurse said the doctor wants to look at your leg 
again this afternoon, and if it looks ok, you can 
probably go home this evening." Lola said, putting down 
her duffel bag.

"Did you hear that? I might be able to come home this 
evening." I said into the phone.

Liu Si gasped. "Really? I will have a big surprise for 
you! You will see! Let me speak to Amy again, please. 
And thank you so much!" I gave the phone back to Amy, 
who climbed off the bed again, and sat by the window, 
talking in low tones.

Karen smiled at me. "First she was terrified that you 
were dying. Then, when Lola said you were awake and ok, 
she was terrified that you were going to come home and 
make her leave."

"Never," I said. "Besides, she and Amy are soul mates." 
I had to be careful what I said, because Lola was in the 
room. I couldn't say, "lovers."

Lola had taken off her high heels. "I'm going to steal 
your bathroom for a minute, ok?"

"Go for it." I said, and she disappeared with her duffel 
bag. Karen leaned in for another kiss, which lasted 
several seconds. Amy hung up and climbed into my bed 
again. "Me next?" she whispered, and I kissed her too. 
She bit my tongue gently. "What's with all the biting?" 
I asked, playfully.

"I'm really horny for you, and it's fun." She whispered 
in my ear, which she then gnawed on momentarily. My cock 
twitched.

She let go when the bathroom door clicked open, and Lola 
came out, dressed in tight sweat pants that said PINK on 
the butt, despite that they were grey. She was wearing a 
pastel pink tank top that tied on the shoulders, and 
bright white sneakers. "Ta-da!" She said, and did a 
little pirouette.

Amy whistled, and Karen grinned. "Looking good!" Karen 
said.

"I actually got this because Will said he never saw me 
in sweats, just stuff that looked dressy." She blushed. 
"So I decided to surprise him."

"It's a very nice surprise," I said. "Of course, you 
look fantastic in anything."

"I wonder how she would look in *nothing,*" Amy 
whispered in my ear. I elbowed her.

Lola fished a hooded sweatshirt out of her duffle bag 
and put it on, but left the zipper undone. She dragged 
another chair over and sat next to Karen, who leaned 
over and put her arm around Lola's waist, and her head 
on her shoulder. "Mmmm," Lola sighed.

Out of sight of Lola and Karen, who were both on my 
right, Amy continued kissing my cheek and jaw, and 
occasionally biting my ear. When I would flinch, she 
would giggle.

"I swear I got no sleep last night, I was so worried," 
Karen murmured.

"Me too, although when Will woke up I was very happy." 
Lola said. "But even then I didn't feel like sleeping. I 
felt like running a marathon or something, I was so 
keyed-up and jittery. Maybe it was the coffee."

Karen chuckled at this. "Oh, I meant to thank you for 
staying with him when we had to go home. That was very 
nice."

"Are you kidding? There's nowhere else I would rather 
have been. You couldn't have KEPT me away!" Lola said. 
"I love you guys, and Will is a freakin' hero! He needs 
to see a friendly face when he wakes up."

"I still wanted to thank you." Karen said, smiling.

"Trust me, I was happy to be here. You don't need to 
thank me," Lola said, putting her arm around Karen's 
shoulders.

"Does this mean you won't let me?" Karen looked up at 
her.

"Not... necessarily," Lola said, stumped. "How did you 
intend to?"

"Stand up and you'll see," Karen said playfully.

Lola stood, a bit apprehensively, as Karen stood in 
front of her. Karen wrapped her arms around Lola's 
waist, and pulled her close, looking into her eyes. I 
swear to God it looked like Karen was going to kiss 
Lola, but at the last moment, she put her head on Lola's 
shoulder and squeezed her really tight. "Thank you," she 
breathed, and then kissed Lola's neck about two inches 
below her left ear. Lola's eyes widened in shock, and 
she gave a little grunt of surprise, and then blushed 
HEAVILY as Karen continued to squeeze her.

"Karen, honey... wow!" Lola gasped. "You're welcome!"

"Oh my god," Amy whispered in my ear, just barely 
audible even from an inch away. "That's pretty hot!"

When Karen finally let go, Lola kinda slumped into her 
seat like her knees were weak. She fanned herself with 
her hand for a moment.

"When I can stand up, I'll thank you like that too." I 
said.

"I... whew!" Lola held her hand up. "Just let me get my 
breath."

"Did I squeeze you too hard?" Karen asked, the very 
picture of concerned innocence. Lola shook her head. "I 
think I just stood up too fast." She said, but her 
nipples stood out like doorknobs in her tank top. (Which 
is not to say that Lola has nipples the size of 
doorknobs, just that they were very prominent right 
then.)

Karen sat down next to her again, and put her arm around 
Lola's shoulders, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Sorry. I 
just really wanted to express my gratitude for 
everything you've done for us. I love you." She put her 
head on Lola's shoulder again.

"I love you too, honey, I love you too." Lola seemed to 
regain her composure, although she still looked a little 
wild-eyed. "I need a drink of water, I think. I'll be 
right back." She gently disentangled herself from 
Karen's half-embrace, and wobbled to the door. "Don't 
leave without me," She joked, and then she was gone.

"That was fun." Karen said, stretching her arms up over 
her head.

"It's not nice to tease her like that," I said. "Do you 
know how starved for contact she is?"

"I know, and I'm not really teasing. Is she still 
sniffing around you?" Karen looked at me sidelong.

"Sniffing around sounds mean." Amy said. "She likes 
Will, which is totally understandable, because we do 
too."

"I know, I know. And we DID adopt her, so I guess she 
has just as much right to be close to him." Karen stood 
and fixed me with a look. "Do you like her? I mean 
really, really?"

I hesitated. Telling two girls that I'm having sex with 
that I'm also attracted to a third party didn't seem 
like a wise plan.

"It's ok," Amy said. "We already talked it over. We can 
share. You're already sharing me with Liu Si. We just 
want to know if we should obstruct her, or let her 
continue." 

Karen nodded. "If you like her back, then we'll let her 
find her way in. If you're not interested, we'll find a 
way to shut the door."

"I think she's beautiful, as a person, and as a woman. I 
think she's very lonely, and also very unhappy in that 
loneliness. I know she wants to be a mother, and she 
wants it very badly. I think we've got enough love to 
make her happy. And yes, I like her." I said carefully.

Karen grinned. "I was hoping you did. I want to make her 
happy, too." She sat in the seat further from me.

"Awesome!" Amy said, and squeezed me.

There was a knock at the door, and a nurse came in with 
a cup and a pitcher of ice water. "You should try to 
drink as much as you can." She said. "You lost some 
blood, and drinking water will get the anesthetic out of 
your system a little faster."

I thanked her, and Lola almost ran into her in the 
doorway. "Whoops!" She said, still a bit shaky. She sat 
down next to me, and I reached for her hand. When she 
took it, I held it firmly, and smiled at her. "Thank 
you," I said.

"For what?" She asked.

"For holding my hand. For watching out for my sisters. 
For being you." I said. She blushed and smiled.

"So what does one do for fun around here?" Amy asked.

"Well, there's a TV, there's a bedpan and a walker. What 
more do you need??" I said, turning my head and kissing 
the top of hers. She smelled faintly like chemicals, 
which I am guessing was hair dye.

"Oh sure, bedpans are all the rage!" She said, 
disgusted.

Lola fished out a ten dollar bill. "Why don't you two go 
down to the gift shop and get a deck of cards or 
something?"

"Sweet!" Amy said. "Strip poker!"

"NO!" Karen announced.

"Awwww," Amy said, but she leaned over, grabbed the ten, 
and climbed down off the bed. "Come on, grandma." she 
gestured to Karen who stuck out her tongue, but rose and 
followed her out of the room. Lola and I sat in silence 
for a while, still holding hands.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, almost shyly, as she 
doodled with her finger on the back of my hand.

"Grateful," I said, smiling at her. She made an 'oh, 
pshaw' gesture, but I squeezed her hand.

"So last night when I was falling asleep, I think you 
were saying you wanted to spend some more time with me," 
I said. "Or was I dreaming?"

She blushed. "I didn't think you'd remember that. You 
were almost asleep."

"Well, I did. And I liked it." I said, pulling her hand 
up where I could kiss the back of it. Her breath caught 
in her throat, but she didn't pull away.

"I probably shouldn't have said that. I was just so 
happy to see you ok." She said, embarrassed.

"It's been a while since you kissed me last." I said, 
pouting a little.

"Will, I... I mean, we shouldn't..." She gasped as I 
nibbled on the knuckle of her thumb. "Oh, my."

"Why not?" I asked. She closed her eyes and took a deep 
breath. When I nibbled her thumb again, she let out a 
little whimper.

"At least kiss me some more. Or let me kiss you?" I 
asked. "Please."

"I shouldn't be doing this," she whispered, but she 
stood and leaned over the bed. 

Our lips met like magnets, slipping, caressing, sliding, 
but never separating. Our breaths came in hurried gasps 
as our tongues licked and fondled each other. Time 
seemed to stand still. She tasted a little bit like 
peppermint, and that close, her scent was exotic and 
unnamable. 

Her arm went around my ribcage, and my hand found the 
back of her head. We kissed harder, hungrier. My penis 
made good on its threat of going erect, standing up to 
nearly full height under the hospital sheet.

When Lola went to reposition herself, she elbowed my 
erection. "Wha?" She murmured, but when she went to see 
what she had accidentally bumped, she turned beet red, 
and then white as a sheet. "Oh my GOD!" She jumped back 
and covered her mouth with both hands, which seemed to 
shake a bit.

"Sorry!" I winced. "I can't help it." I struggled to sit 
up, and tried to reposition my sheet over or around it, 
but only sitting up all the way was going to hide it. 
"I'm sorry."

Lola was nearly speechless. She sat down, abruptly, her 
gaze traveling from my face to my sheet-tent and back 
again. Her eyes were like saucers. I used the room 
remote to raise the head of my bed, so I was sitting up 
much higher. My erection pivoted down to an angle where 
it could be disguised, but that angle also lowered my 
stab wound below my heart, so the pain began to return. 
"Ow!" I said.

Lola was standing at my bedside in a heartbeat, which I 
know is accurate, because it was exactly one throb of 
pain between when she was seated, and when she was 
standing next to me again. "You poor thing!" She said, 
still looking shocked. "What... is there anything I can 
do? That's GOT to be really uncomfortable."

"Not really. It'll go away in a few minutes. Quicker now 
that my leg hurts more." I winced.

"Jeezus! Was that just from the kisses?" She bit a 
fingernail nervously. I shook my head.

"No, some of it was from the kiss, some of it was that 
you got a special outfit to wear for me, and some of it 
was because your lips were SO soft and sweet. Wow. 
Basically it was just because you're you." I tried to 
readjust my leg, but it was hurting for real now.

"My god." She stroked my hair with her hand, still 
breathing a bit hard. "Will, I'm... I'm really sorry I 
did that to you."

"I've told you before, you don't have to be sorry." I 
said, wincing from a fresh spike of pain. "Ok, well, 
maybe this time. My leg really hurts."

She rubbed my arm. "This time? Have there been others?"

"Almost every other time. That first day in the car, 
when you went inside to get your swimsuit? I think you 
remember." I grinned at her, a bit bashfully. She 
blushed again. "The pool. My first kiss. That time I got 
home and we both got backrubs from the girls, you were 
making some really sexy noises, and I swear I could have 
done pushups without using my hands. When I was Armando. 
Nearly every other time we've been close, you've gotten 
me excited."

She fanned herself. "Either you're way too horny, or I'm 
really oblivious to how I'm acting towards you."

"I might be too horny, but I'm seventeen." I shrugged. 
"It's in the definition."

"Still, I can't believe... wow." She looked down at my 
crotch, which had mercifully begun to shrink. "Can I 
tell you something? You've really got something special 
there. That has got to be the biggest...surprise I've 
ever seen in person." She blushed harder. "Wow!"

I blushed too. "Really?" I played dumb. "Thank you."

"Whew." She said. After a moment, "All that? Just 
because of me?"

"All for you." I said. "You're beautiful, smart, and 
incredibly sexy, even when you're not trying. It's a 
natural attraction, and believe me, I'm feeling it. I 
hope I didn't freak you out."

"Well, you did, but... not so much I can't get over it." 
She said, laughing nervously. "I just think we need to 
stop. If I'm always kissing you and making you... HUGE, 
then I'm a terrible guardian." she shook her head. "I'm 
supposed to be protecting you, not... lusting after 
you."

"Are you?" I pounced, grinning hugely.

"Oh, crap, I didn't mean to say that out loud." She 
covered her mouth with her hands, turning beet red 
again.

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." I 
said, which was a tiny lie. Karen's admission of love 
for me was the best ever, followed by Amy's tearful 
begging. This was a VERY close third.

There was a knock on the door, and the nurse came in. 
"Just checking in. You know," She pointed, "If you keep 
your leg UP it won't hurt so much." This last was 
delivered in a tone designed to make me feel like an 
idiot.

"I know, I just had to sit up for a second." I said.

"Well, let's get you down again and keep pressure off 
that leg. The doctor will be coming to check on you 
about three o'clock today, to see if you need to stay or 
if you can go home." She grabbed the room remote and 
lowered my head. Lola looked nervous, but my erection 
had been substantially dulled by the pain, so when I 
resumed my supine position, all was well. She let out 
the breath she had been holding.

After giving strict orders not to sit up again unless I 
was going to the bathroom, the nurse left. There was a 
few moments of silence.

"So, would you go out with me?" I asked Lola.

"What?" she blushed. "I-I couldn't."

"Why not?" I asked.

"You're seventeen and I'm thirty-five." She said. 
"They'd send me to jail."

"So? We don't tell anyone, and we wait a year before we 
really GO anywhere, and no one will know." I said.

"It's not just that, it's..." She faltered.

"I like you. A LOT," I said.

"I know, and I really like you too, it's just..." She 
said plaintively.

"Can't think of a reason to say no?" I smiled.

"Dammit!" She stomped her foot, then laughed. "Will, 
you're gorgeous, kind, honest, brave, in short, you're 
everything a woman could want, maybe more, and I mean 
that sincerely," her eyes flickered momentarily to my 
crotch, but she pulled herself back together and 
continued. "I REALLY wish things were different, but 
right now, I don't think I can do this. Mom just died, 
right after the divorce, and I'm not 100% myself right 
now. I'm lonely, I'm hornier than I think I've ever been 
in my life, and I can't trust my own judgment. I have 
some major feelings for you, I admit, and I'm so 
flattered and overjoyed that you like me, but... I'm 
still not ready," she finished sadly. Thoughtfully, she 
looked up at me from her seat. "Although I DID notice 
you said 'like' and not 'love.'"

"Well, you can like somebody right away, but a lasting 
love takes time and cooperation. I feel like I WOULD 
love you, but I wouldn't say that if it's not true yet. 
It *would* be true, though, you're so... loveable." I 
gestured. "You're beautiful, you're sexy, you're smart, 
you smell great, and you drive me absolutely crazy. And 
from what I've seen, you're a beautiful person inside, 
which is the biggest draw there is."

Lola shed two tears, silent glistening trails down her 
cheeks, and held my hand tightly. "God, I've wanted to 
feel this way about someone again, and to have them feel 
this way about me, but now that it's here, I'm scared."

"I would never hurt you," I stated solemnly.

"I know. I'm not really afraid of that so much, but with 
all the other stuff going on, I need to be sure it's not 
just rebound. And even though I really, really want to 
say yes, right now I think I need to politely refuse. I 
know I can trust you, and I know you'd treat me really 
well, but I don't want to go into a relationship when 
I'm still hurting from the last one. I'd be suspicious, 
and defensive, and I don't want to be that way, 
especially with someone as amazing as you. You deserve 
better than that." She wiped more tears from her eyes. 
"So, no. I don't think I can right now."

Deeply moved, I just said, "Ok."

She laughed while crying, and made herself hiccup. "Just 
'ok?' No eloquent rebuttal? You're not going to try and 
convince me that I'm making a mistake?" She laughed 
nervously. "Please? Just a little?" She sniffled.

I shrugged. "Only you know how lonely you are. Only you 
know if you're ready or not."

I gently kissed the back of her hand. "I'm... unusual. 
I'm not like how other guys seem. Besides just the 
selfish "I WANT" aspect of being *with* someone, some 
people want to be in a relationship because they need to 
be in control, to have someone to dominate or otherwise 
mistreat. Some people want to be in a relationship 
because they need validation, or proof of their own 
worth. Both of those are self-esteem issues anyway. I'm 
not like that."

"How on earth did a seventeen-year-old learn so much 
about relationships?" Lola asked in awe. "I didn't even 
learn that kind of stuff until the divorce. I was too 
naive."

"I've watched a lot of Dr. Phil." I quipped. (not 
really) "I want to be with you solely because I find you 
to be a beautiful, wonderful person, and I really enjoy 
being around you, and I want to make you happy. I want 
every opportunity to make you smile."

Lola began crying again, but I continued. "It's not just 
about my own appetites, although I do have those," I 
grinned, "but I think a successful relationship has to 
be about the other person. If I spend all my time making 
you happy, and you spend all your time making me happy, 
then we'll both be happy most of the time."

Lola nodded, speechless, still crying silent tears. I 
went on. "Dad taught me, inversely, that real love means 
never giving up. Mom taught me, unwittingly, that sex 
can be fun, but it's only satisfying when it's a 
reflection of love. Sex by itself isn't all that 
rewarding, once the orgasm is over. It's like that guy 
in Greek Mythology who had a never-ending supply of 
food, but was still insane with hunger. Sex as a 
representation of a true and profound love is amazing, 
rewarding, and fulfilling." Karen and Amy have taught me 
that, but now wasn't the time to tell her. Jenni taught 
me a little of that as well. Sex minus Love equals Not 
Good Enough.

"You deserve to be loved. But if you're not ready for 
it, it won't work. So I say "ok." Just you promise me," 
I grabbed her hand in both of mine, "that when you are 
ready to give love and be loved, that you won't wait. 
You come and find me, or you call me, any time, day or 
night, ok? You deserve to be loved, and I mean all the 
way. No more lusting AFTER me. You can lust right ON 
me!"

She gave a little laugh, and wiped away her tears. 
"You've got a deal."

"So we're clear? We're just waiting for you to be ready, 
and then we're doing this?" I indicated the two of us.

She nodded. "Yeah, I think so. God, I am so going to 
regret not just saying yes to you, but I think I need 
some more time to heal first. Not because you're going 
to hurt me, but just because I was hurt so badly last 
time." She wiped her eyes again, and tried to make it 
look like she hadn't been crying.

"I understand," I said.

"They always say that if you get thrown by a horse, you 
should get right back on, but what if your leg was 
broken? Heal first, then get a new horse, you know what 
I mean?" Lola said.

"I've been compared to horses before," I nodded. Lola 
laughed. Then she blushed. "That's not what I meant!" 
She squeezed my hand.

"I've got to warn you about a couple of things though. 
If you go out with me, you get Karen, Amy, and Liu Si as 
well. We're kind of a package deal." I smiled. If she 
only knew!

She chuckled. "Yeah, that makes sense. Your sisters are 
very possessive of you, but it's cute. I'll take 'em."

I shrugged. "They're allowed. Plus, Karen loves you, and 
Amy thinks you're an awesome old lady."

Lola had a look of shock for a second, then laughed 
sincerely. "She WOULD say that."

"But one other thing." I kissed the back of her hand 
again, and she gave me a helpless look. "You said you 
weren't looking for marriage."

She nodded. "I want to love, and be loved, but I think 
I'm allergic to marriage."

"Like an open relationship kind of thing?" I asked.

"Well, not specifically that, but ...I don't know." She 
slumped a bit. "Maybe friends with lots and lots of 
benefits? No, that's not right either."

"Let's just play it by ear." I said. "I promise to treat 
you like gold, no matter what."

"You'll probably meet other women that you're going to 
fall in love with in your lifetime," Lola said after a 
moment. "I feel like I'm nearing the end of my run, and 
you're just starting yours. It's not fair of me to chain 
you down."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I wouldn't EVER think of 
myself as being chained down." But Lola waved her hand 
to cut me off.

"When I was in college, I went a little hedonistic. I 
experimented. Sometimes a lot. The freedom to do so was 
very precious to me. Some of it, I regret, but most of 
it, I really enjoyed." She was blushing. "So if you get 
the chance to meet other girls, and if you are attracted 
to each other, it's unfair to you to be stuck in a 
relationship with some old lady. 

"I'm not going to ask you to stay in a monogamous 
relationship if you've got other chances. I know I can 
trust you, and you won't just churn through all the 
girls in the (local major river) valley, but special 
girls. Ones that are worth loving. If they're attracted 
to you, you're allowed to give them a chance."

"I don't think it needs to be *that* way," I said, and 
kissed her hand. "Don't stress over this. We'll figure 
it out."

"I'm just saying that I would understand if you were 
ever attracted to someone else. Just tell me if you are, 
ok?" Lola said, a bit sadly. "Don't leave me out of the 
loop."

"You got it," I said. "So when do we start?"

"Not yet." She laughed. "But not too long. Just being 
around you and your sisters heals me, I think."

I grinned. "I'm very glad."

"I do have one small request," Lola said. "If I show up 
at your house, out of my mind with horniness, don't turn 
me away, ok?" She seemed to be only half joking.

"Is that likely?" I asked, smiling lecherously. Lola 
shrugged and looked away, embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed," I said gently. "You're allowed 
to be horny. No matter what, you'll always have my 
respect."

"Even though I sound crazy?" She asked. 

"No, you don't. I told you, I understand." I said, and 
she smiled at me.

"What about you? Are you going to play the field?" I 
asked.

Lola snorted and shook her head. "I'm done playing."

Karen and Amy returned at that point, with four cans of 
pop, a deck of cards, and a Mylar helium balloon that 
looked like a big red pair of lips. "We're back!" Karen 
announced.

Amy handed me a can of root beer, and a can of caffeine-
free Coke to Lola. "They had a balloon that looked like 
an anatomically correct heart, but Karen said it was 
gross." She complained.

"It WAS gross," Karen said, and handed Amy a can of 
Mountain Dew, which she opened. Karen sat next to Lola, 
and Amy went to fool around with the walker, putting her 
Dew on the windowsill and hopping onto the walker as if 
it was parallel bars, using her arms to lift her feet 
off the ground and do splits in midair. She attempted a 
handstand, which scared everybody, and her walker 
privileges were quickly and unanimously revoked.

Lola, Karen and I just relaxed, watching TV, talking, 
taking pills when the nurse brought them (ok that was 
just me.), and otherwise healing. Lola barely let go of 
my hand all afternoon, and Karen stayed snuggled up 
against her, and Amy divided her time between snuggling 
with me, calling Liu Si and talking quietly with her for 
a while, and wanting to go explore the hospital, which 
was also voted down.

"Did the police take our shotgun?" I suddenly 
remembered.

"No, they could tell it hadn't been fired, so they just 
gave it back to Lola," Amy said.

"Thanks again," Karen murmured.

"Normally, I would be nervous and unhappy about you guys 
having guns in the house, but I can't argue that it was 
certainly useful." Lola said, watching TV. I smiled. I'm 
not a gun nut, but I know that for certain jobs, you 
need the right tools.

"When are we getting the glass fixed?" I asked.

"Actually, I hadn't made an appointment yet. We were 
more worried about you," Lola said, looking at me with a 
gentle expression. "But you're right, I should do that."

Amy found a phone book in the bedside table, and Lola 
found a glass place in the yellow pages, and soon we had 
an appointment for the following afternoon, which was 
pretty good, considering. "They said if we measure the 
window really well and call them in the morning, they 
can just bring out the right size pane and install it in 
one trip."

"Sweeeet. I volunteer to be in charge of that. Last 
night we just nailed an old blanket over the hole to 
keep raccoons out." Karen said. Lola kissed the top of 
her head, which made Karen smile. "You guys are so 
awesome," Lola said.

I reclaimed my walker from Amy and went to pee again. My 
leg really hurt.

The doctor came in, more like five pm than three, and 
gently peeled the bandages off of my leg, and looked at 
the stab wound. It was still yellow where they painted 
it with that disinfectant stuff, and the stitches looked 
raw and shocking, there in my skin. I swear just the 
first glance I got at my wound freaked me out and made 
my testicles yank clear up into my body. The doctor 
seemed pleased, however, and said that they (the 
stitches, not my balls) weren't swollen or leaking 
anything, so I looked good enough to go home. 

Amy snuck a peek at the wound, then turned white as a 
sheet and ran to Karen, fighting back tears once again. 
They re-wrapped me with fresh gauze, and put an Ace 
bandage over the whole thing. Amy sat in Karen's lap, 
clutching her, her eyes tightly closed. Lola soothed 
her, caressing her hair.

They gave me crutches and cleared me to go home with 
orders to stay off the leg for three weeks, and then 
come back to have the stitches taken out. They also gave 
me a prescription for some industrial strength 
painkillers. (Vicodin: It Knocks You On Your Ass!(tm))

"You can take that down to the second floor in the east 
wing, at OUR pharmacy, and get that filled. That way you 
don't have to make an extra stop on the way home." The 
nurse said to Lola.

"That sounds like a great idea," Lola said, and the 
nurse left. "I had to have my wisdom teeth taken out 
when I was 18, and Mom stopped to go grocery shopping 
when she was taking me home. I was SO mad," she said 
wistfully.

After a moment, she seemed to shake it off. "Ok, I'm 
going to go get this filled, and then see the front desk 
about what we need to do to take you home." She gave my 
hand a squeeze, and stood, stretching deliciously. "Ok, 
don't leave without me." Then she headed out the door.

Karen immediately got up to get the rest of my clothes, 
and Amy pounced. "So what did you guys do when she got 
rid of us?"

"Got rid of you?" I asked.

"Yeah, the old, 'here's a quarter, go to the corner 
store and buy a pack of gum' thing." Amy grinned. 
"You'll notice we bought the pack of cards she 
suggested, but nobody felt like playing cards."

So she did that to get them out of the room? I hadn't 
even noticed. Karen dug through the bag. "I can't find 
your underwear. Were you... going indian?"

"That's against the rules!" Amy pointed out, leering 
wickedly.

"I KNOW it's against the rules, and I'm already wearing 
them. I put them back on before you got here." I said. 
Amy shrugged, like 'you win some, you lose some.'

"When we came back in, she looked like her eyes were 
red, like she had been crying, but you guys were still 
holding hands all day. What happened?" Karen asked, 
sitting next to me, unfolding my shorts and socks.

"Well, we talked," I said, "and we kissed." I glanced at 
them to see their reaction. Karen smiled, and Amy looked 
delighted. "Then she elbowed my erection and had a guilt 
attack." The girls' faces fell. Karen handed me my 
shirt.

"So then we had a long heart-to-heart, and she told me 
she has serious feelings for me, but she doesn't trust 
herself right now, so close to the divorce and her 
mother passing away. She wants to be with me, but she 
wants it to be right, and right now she's afraid that 
being on the rebound, as well as the other feelings of 
loneliness, are making her emotionally vulnerable and 
unstable." I explained, as I pulled my shirt on. "Plus, 
I'm about half her age, but I don't think that's as much 
of a problem for her."

"Rebound? Like if she wasn't emotionally upset, she 
wouldn't like you?" Amy asked, starting to get offended 
on my behalf. She grabbed my socks and started carefully 
putting them on my feet.

"No, I think she means that after such a bad time, even 
if she had the perfect relationship, she wouldn't be 
handling it right, because she'd be off-kilter from the 
damage the last one caused her heart." I said. Amy was 
still frowning. "Wouldn't a good person be able to FIX 
that?"

Karen spoke up. "I think I get it. Amy, if you burned 
your tongue really bad at lunch."

"Like on a Hot Pocket?" Amy interrupted, and we all 
shuddered involuntarily. Some of the most miserable 
times in the history of my mouth have been caused by the 
magma-like properties of Hot Pockets.

"Yeah, if you burnt your tongue to a crisp, and then 
someone wanted to take you out to R3d L0bst3r for 
dinner, would you want to go, knowing everything was 
going to taste like rubber? Or would you want to wait 
until you could enjoy it?" Karen asked, and Amy calmed 
down.

"Ok, I got it," she sighed. "I was just hoping that 
she'd let you in, so she wouldn't have to be so lonely. 
I KNOW she's hurting." Amy sat down with a flop.

"How are we going to tell her about us?" Karen asked. 
"I've been turning the idea over in my head. How would 
she feel to know she's not the only person you love?"

"She talked about experimenting a lot in college, and 
how I'm allowed to be attracted to someone other than 
her." I said, trying to figure out how I was going to 
get my cargo shorts on.

"She said that the asshole was the first guy she'd ever 
kissed, though." Karen said, standing and taking the 
shorts from me, and moving down towards my feet.

"Girls, girls, and more girls!" Amy said, awed.

"After he cheated on her so bad, wouldn't she feel at 
least somewhat similarly betrayed to find out that you 
were already WITH someone while you were wooing her?" 
Karen asked, holding the shorts so I could work my legs 
into them. To do this, I had to occasionally put weight 
on my bad leg, which hurt.

"You said wooing," Amy giggled. "And besides, won't she 
really hit the roof when she finds out it's US?"

It's like a bomb waiting to go off, I thought to myself. 
"I've been thinking about it, but I don't have any 
solutions."

"Maybe we could keep US a secret," Amy suggested, but 
Karen was immediately shaking her head. I finally had my 
shorts high enough, but when I went to button and zip 
them, Karen beat me to it, and did it with a little 
smile, then sat down.

"THAT would be total betrayal. You can't have love based 
on a lie, it'll never work. If she's going to be with 
us, she has to know." I said. Amy sighed. "Yeah, I guess 
I already knew that, it was just a dumb idea."

We sat in silence for a few moments. "So how *can* we 
tell her?" Karen asked. "Is there any way to do that 
without freaking her out permanently, or breaking her 
heart even further?"

Amy pitched another bad idea. "What if we let her catch 
us doing stuff? That's how I found out about you two."

"And how did that feel?" Karen snapped, annoyed. "Do you 
remember how hard you cried?"

Amy turned white. "Never mind."

I spoke up. "We'll just have to hope some method will 
present itself. I honestly can't think of anything right 
now. Let's just stay close to her, and try to cheer her 
up. She didn't tell me she wanted space, just time. 
Karen, you might invite her to go shopping or to the 
movies or something, while I'm laid up. Let's spend time 
with her, platonically."

They nodded, and Amy climbed back up on my walker, even 
though we'd ordered her off of it earlier. "So how long 
are you going to be twins with Liu Si?" I asked, 
indicating her hair.

"Oh, this can wash out if I shampoo it like 20 times. 
But now you said twins," And she got an evil grin. Karen 
chuckled. "Uh oh." She said.

Amy licked her lips at me, and then got a look of shock. 
"Crap! I could have been sucking on you when Lola left!"

I shook my head. "No, we already talked about that."

Amy stomped her feet in irritation. "Rrrrrgh! When would 
I get another chance to do you in a hospital?"

Karen gave me a look, but then grinned. "Hopefully 
never. I don't like being here." I said to Amy.

"How about we pretend when we got home?" Karen offered, 
trying to cheer her up.

Amy jumped off the walker and went to the cabinet there 
in my room. "Then I'm stealing these hospital gowns. And 
your water pitcher. And anything else I can find." She 
grabbed the plastic duffel bag that had held my clothes, 
and swiped the two or three gowns that were in the top 
of the cabinet. Karen went to pee.

Lola returned, with a spring in her step. "Your chariot 
awaits!" She told me happily. "They told me I should 
take you home and keep you."

"Alright!" Amy said, jumping up with excitement. "The 
hero returns to his castle!"

"Hey, knock that off," I said, gently. Crap. I didn't 
have shoes yet.

"You're already dressed and everything!" Lola said.

"Yeah, you missed it, you could have helped!" Amy 
elbowed Lola, who blushed and laughed, giving me a 
sheepish (jealous?) look.

"Can't find my shoes," I said, "And if I found them, I 
can't put them on myself."

"Well, allow me, then," Lola said, and fetched my shoes 
from the cabinet.

Having the girls dress me felt weird, and when she began 
to unlace my shoes to fit them on easily, I just felt 
even more vulnerable. I'm not used to being helpless. 
Besides, Lola was handling my stinky shoes. I was 
embarrassed.

"You ever play with Barbies?" Lola asked Amy, carefully 
putting on my right shoe. "He's just like a big Ken 
doll."

"No, he's not," Amy muttered lasciviously, but the 
toilet flushed and I don't think Lola heard her. Karen 
came out and washed her hands.

"Time to go!" Amy announced, tying my left shoe while 
Lola tied the right.

"How are we all getting in the car? He needs to have his 
leg elevated, or at least stretched way out. Is he going 
to lay across the back seat?" Karen asked.

"I figure if he sits in the passenger side, reclined all 
the way back, he can mostly stretch out, and if you sit 
behind me, and Amy in the middle, everybody can buckle 
up," Lola said.

"Cool," Amy said, shifting the duffel bag onto her 
shoulder, now full of god knows what.

"We just have to wait for the wheelchair," Lola said.

"Wheelchair?" Karen and I said at the same time. Lola 
nodded.

"When you leave this hospital after any surgery, they 
take you all the way to your car in a wheelchair. 
Hospital policy."

"That's weird," Karen said.

"Well, picture it. After surgery, you're probably 
weaker, or at least limping. If you fell after getting 
your appendix out, you'd probably rip stitches." Lola 
said, and we all winced at the thought. (My balls headed 
north again, fast) "So it's probably a liability thing."

"Good enough for me," I announced.

Soon, an orderly arrived with a wheelchair and crutches. 
Biggest dude I think I've ever seen, almost seven feet 
tall, 400 pounds easy. I waited until then to sit up, 
and it still hurt really bad. Amy wanted to drive the 
wheelchair, but I refused, and the orderly had ignored 
her anyway. Karen took the crutches, and off we went.

We didn't really talk at all on the way to the car, 
mostly because I don't think any of the ladies are that 
cool around strangers. Maybe Lola was once, but they 
were all very quiet in the elevator and the hallways.

When we got to the car, Lola opened the passenger side 
door first, to reveal her phone sitting there, emitting 
peppy music. "Crap, my phone." She muttered, and got her 
purse, walking around to the other side of the car. 
While I got situated in the front seat, Amy and Karen 
went around to the driver's side and climbed into the 
back. Lola stood apart, talking quietly on her phone.

I got my leg in and spoke to the orderly. "Thanks, man."

"Be well," He said, in what sounded like the Official 
Hospital Farewell, and carefully shut the door.

Amy buckled her seatbelt and immediately started playing 
with my hair, as I was practically laying in her lap. "I 
love you," She whispered, leaning down and kissing my 
forehead. 

"I love you too, squirt." I smiled up at her, looking 
upside down in my vision.

"I'll squirt *you,*" she whispered. Karen giggled 
quietly.

"Now that we're all safe and going home, I wanted to 
thank you too," Amy said, turning to Karen. Karen looked 
surprised. "For what?"

"You ran out there with the shotgun after you told us to 
hide, even after you saw the knife. You totally 
protected us." Amy said, her voice full of gratitude. 
Karen went to shrug it off, but Amy put her arm around 
her.

"I'll never forget it. I love you so much." Then she 
kissed Karen full on the lips.

They parted after a few seconds. "Did Lola see that?" 
asked Karen, blushing, as Amy leaned against her with a 
happy sigh.

"No, I don't think so," I said. Lola was outside the 
car, several steps away on her phone.

"Don't kiss me when Lola might see it," Karen scolded 
gently.

"Yeah, I'm Little Miss Patience, after all, I'll wait." 
Amy giggled.

Karen sighed and hugged her. "I love you anyway."

"Good," Amy said happily. "I still need to call Liu Si 
and tell her we're leaving."

"Use my..." I said, and then faltered. I threw my phone 
away as I ran to the house. "My phone is in the driveway 
somewhere."

"Um, actually it's all over the driveway. I think the 
ambulance rolled over it when you were leaving. I found 
it smashed in the driveway when I went to Lola's last 
night to feed the cats for her," Karen said 
apologetically.

"No problem," I said, surprisingly OK with getting my 
phone run over. I'd call it a good trade. I get my phone 
smashed and my leg stabbed, but all my ladies are safe. 
I sighed. I wanted a new phone anyway.

Lola came back to the car a few minutes later. Amy 
continued to play with my hair and caress my forehead in 
the interim.

Lola got in with a tired sigh. "I've got bad news. I was 
hoping to be there for your grand homecoming, but that 
was Donna. As executor, there is some more paperwork she 
needs, one of mom's tax forms, an old life insurance 
policy, and something about her bank accounts. I thought 
she had it already, but she swears she doesn't. I have 
to fax it to her tonight so she can get it filed first 
thing in the morning. Forgive me? I have to spend all 
night digging through Mom's papers, which were very 
poorly organized."

Karen reached up and rubbed her shoulder. "You do 
whatever you need to do. We'll still be here."

Lola looked at me. "I'm glad. You all have no idea how 
glad." I smiled gently at her, and patted her knee. She 
jumped, and blushed.

"Can I borrow your phone? I have to call Hu Die. We're 
supposed to let her know when we hit the road." Amy 
asked politely. Lola passed it back.

"How's our little lotus blossom doing?" Lola said, and I 
could hear Karen laugh. Amy seemed surprised to hear her 
addressed that way, but answered.

"She's swinging between overjoyed and terrified." Amy 
said.

"Why terrified?" I asked, looking up/back at her. "Not 
because..."

"Yeah, I can't convince her," Amy said, a little sad, a 
little annoyed. "I keep telling her you don't hate her, 
and you even told her yourself, but five minutes later 
she's worked herself up to being scared again. She just 
can't believe that you'll forgive her for you getting 
stabbed."

"I TOLD her..." I said helplessly, but Amy patted me on 
the cheek. "I know, but she'll get over it. She's still 
dealing with the memory of her father, and his way. 
She's going to cry all over you when you get home."

"Which makes sense, because that's exactly what we all 
did," Karen said, and Lola agreed. "I know *I* did."

Amy called the house, at first calming Liu Si down, and 
then telling her we were on our way. When she was done, 
she reached up and dropped the phone back in Lola's 
purse.

We rode on largely in silence, Amy stroking my eyebrows 
and generally just playing gently with my head. I looked 
up at her once, to see her gazing at me with love. When 
she saw me looking, she smiled, squinching her eyes up, 
being as cute as possible. Karen smiled down at me as 
well. I closed my eyes and just relaxed. Things were 
looking up.

The sun had already dropped below the trees, and as we 
turned into the driveway, Lola sighed. "I have to drop 
you guys off and go back to Mom's. With the whole house 
to look through, I have no idea how long this is going 
to take."

"Keep the car," I said. "None of us will be driving it 
anyway."

"Will you come over tomorrow?" Amy asked her hopefully.

"As soon as I get my stuff done. I'll call you," Lola 
said, smiling warmly at her in the mirror.

We pulled up to the house, and I opened my door and 
climbed out, leaning on the door for support. My leg was 
REALLY starting to hurt again. Time for pills, but first 
I had to eat something so they wouldn't make me sick. 
Amy climbed out and took the crutches from Karen, 
handing them to me. Before she got out, Karen kissed 
Lola on the cheek. "Thank you so much, I mean it. We 
love you."

Lola blushed hard. "Oh, hey, um... no problem." She 
cleared her throat.

"I mean it." Karen said. She tapped the exhaust cutout 
handle. "Pull this when you leave, it'll be fun."

"What is it?" Lola asked. To her, it was just a red T-
handle. I leaned down after Karen climbed out. "You'll 
see." 

I shut the door and crutched awkwardly backwards. Gotta 
learn how to work these things, I thought, and then I 
was deafened as the mustang roared. Lola pulled out 
slowly, but accelerated around the house and roared up 
the driveway. Amy laughed, and Karen was smiling as I 
turned around. "I thought she might like that." Karen 
admitted, smiling.

As I gimped up onto the patio, the evening light slanted 
across the backyard and pool, turning everything gold 
and orange. It seemed like I had been here only minutes 
ago, instead of a day ago. A flickering light caught my 
eye. A little tealight candle was burning on the patio.

"What's-?" I asked, crutching over. I recognized the 
spot immediately. Here was where I had lain after 
falling with the knife in my leg. Where Kai Long had 
fallen a few feet away, the patio was squeaky clean, as 
if scrubbed, his blood and drippings meticulously 
cleaned away, as if no trace of him was allowed to 
remain. 

My blood was still staining the patio, illuminated by a 
guttering candle, which was resting on a saucer that 
also contained a tightly folded note, covered in 
scribbled writing, and a paper cutout of a heart with 
little hearts drawn all over it in different color 
marker.

"Did she build a shrine to my blood?" I asked in shock. 
Amy knelt by it, her head bowed to look closely, not 
touching it.

"Awww, I think it's just to you, where you fell." Karen 
said, clinging to my arm.

Amy looked up at me, two tears running down her face. 
"Please, please convince her that she's still welcome 
here. I didn't understand how badly she must feel. 
Please help her."

"I will, let's get inside." I said, and turned as 
quickly as I could. There was a medium-sounding crash of 
pans from the kitchen, clearly audible through the 
blanket nailed over the broken floor-to-ceiling window. 
Amy jumped to her feet and ran ahead, opening the door 
for me so I could be the first one in.

The kitchen was warm, and full of all different smells 
of cooking food. The lights were on in the dining room, 
and the big doors were open. Liu Si darted in from the 
living room and fell on her knees at my feet. She was 
wearing her nice party dress, from when we went to the 
O1iv3 G4rd3n, and Amy's apron, from the first night we 
were together as lovers. Obviously, she was trying to 
look as nice and attractive as possible, but her eyes 
were red from crying, and she positively radiated fear 
and guilt.

"Welcome home," she said, her voice shaking, and bowed 
low, her hands on the floor.

I looked to Amy immediately. "Make. Her. Get up!" I was 
extremely uncomfortable, both by her obvious fear (of 
me) and by her submissive behavior. We'd been trying to 
encourage her to be less shy, and to be happy being 
herself, and here she was practically kissing my feet 
like I was going to whip her for being a bad slave. 

My skin crawled. I wanted to break Kai Long's knee all 
over again, and her father's, for not loving her enough 
to raise her with a sense of solid self-worth. No one 
should have to grovel for their safety, and damn them 
for making her feel that she should.

Amy knelt by her instantly, putting an arm around her 
and pulling her up. "Mei-mei, I keep telling you... uh-
oh."

Liu Si had gotten a good look at my bandaged leg, and 
had clapped both her hands over her mouth, her eyes like 
saucers, while tears poured silently down her cheeks and 
over her fingers. 

She was white as a sheet. Her breath hissing in through 
her nose, she reached out weakly towards my leg, but 
then yanked her hand back as if burned. Uh-oh was right. 
She fell against Amy, still silent, tears streaming from 
her eyes and running down her arm. She still hadn't been 
able to make eye contact with me.

My leg hurt bad. "I really need to sit down," I said, 
addressing Karen, but Liu Si clutched at Amy and pointed 
towards the dining room. There, I could see one of the 
big Adirondack chairs from the porch, turned sideways at 
the head of the table, with the little table rescued 
from the pool piled high with pillows. She had built me 
a place to recline and prop up my leg at the table! 

Admiring her planning, I hobbled towards the seat. "Can 
you bring her?" I asked Amy, who nodded, now crying 
again herself. They got to their feet and followed me 
in, albeit back a ways.

I got to the table and lowered myself into the chair. 
Karen helped me get my leg up and balanced properly on 
the pillows. It immediately felt better. I was sitting 
sideways, but I was comfortable, my leg high enough not 
to throb raggedly with every heartbeat.

Thus settled, I gestured for Amy to bring Liu Si closer. 
When she got there, she'd taken her hand away from her 
mouth, and was slowly wringing her hands, her head 
bowed. She was still shaking with sobs, but was 
obviously trying very hard to stay silent.

I reached for her, and she flinched for just a second, 
but then stepped forward when Amy tutted and pushed her. 
I lifted her and placed her on my lap, sitting against 
my right thigh, which was upraised due to my right calf 
being elevated. The result was that she was now laying 
against my chest, on her side, facing the table. I put 
my arms around her, kissed the top of her head, and just 
said ""We love you." Then she REALLY started to cry.

She put both her hands against my chest and just bawled. 
I held her and rubbed her back, Amy stood right there, 
brushing her hair out of her face, caressing her cheek 
and ear. She seemed to be crying, not out of terror or 
guilt any more, but tears of release, as if holding all 
that inside her had hurt so badly that just getting rid 
of it was hard work.

I squeezed her and kissed the top of her head again. She 
clutched my chest with her fingers and tried to speak, 
through her tears. "You were st-stabbed because of me. 
How could you ever FORGIVE me?" She sobbed.

"I got stabbed because of Kai Long. You didn't do it," I 
said softly. 

"You can't blame something bad on something good," Amy 
said, "it doesn't work that way. Kai Long was an evil 
hungzhang, and you're a beautiful, wonderful, amazing 
person. His fault, not yours."

She raised her head and looked at me at last. "Does it 
hurt? Could they fix it?" Her eyes searched my face.

"It hurts, but they gave me medicine, and they said it 
should heal just fine. I'll have a scar, but it'll be 
one to be proud of." I said honestly. She looked down in 
shame. "After all, I was defending a beautiful woman. 
That's the best kind of scar."

She blushed through her tears and looked up at me, to 
see the gentle smile on my face. "I was very afraid you 
would throw me out." she said.

"I TOLD you-" Amy started, but I reached out and touched 
her shoulder. I spoke softly to Liu Si. "I never would 
have put any of us in this situation if you weren't 
worth it. I'm not going to get stabbed and then make you 
leave. I faced him so you could stay. I told you before, 
I couldn't imagine our house without you in it, and I 
meant it. You're just as welcome here as Amy is. 
Sometimes more."

"Hey!" Amy said, pretending to be upset, and Liu Si 
finally smiled. I squeezed her. "Now stop feeling 
guilty. We love you. *I* love you. Amy loves you so much 
she's lost whatever sense she had."

"Quit picking on me, or I'm going to fart on your 
toothbrush." Amy threatened, but she was smiling. Liu Si 
made a gagging face and then laughed. It was working. I 
kissed her forehead. "Will you stay with us?"

"*Will* I?" Liu Si said, and then started crying again, 
only tears of joy this time. 

"Oh, geez!" Amy laughed nervously. Liu Si was an 
emotional wreck, but at least she had stopped blaming 
herself, I suppose.

Liu Si clutched at me. "You saved my life three times! I 
can never repay you!"

"I don't NEED repayment, and besides, the second time, 
you saved yourself, I just watched." I said, just trying 
to hold her.

"I will be forever in your debt." Liu Si said, as if 
making a promise.

"Forget it." I said, but she shook her head.

"I do not WANT to forget it, and I shall not," she said 
firmly.

Karen, after helping me prop up my leg, had gone to the 
kitchen to supervise what was apparently still cooking. 
She returned to the dining room now. "Umm, Liu Si made 
dinner, and it's a little interesting. How hungry are 
you?"

"What are we having?" I asked. What did Karen mean by 
interesting?

"It looks like rice with steamed vegetables, garlic 
bread, baked fish sticks, and fried bologna," Karen 
said, with a perfectly straight face. Liu Si looked up 
at me expectantly.

"Sounds great!" I said. "Set me up!" Fish sticks and 
fried bologna?

Liu Si clapped her hands with happiness, and went to get 
up, but Amy stopped her. "You're in charge of cuddling 
Will. We'll bring dinner in." and she trotted off.

"Did you make everything yourself?" I asked, realizing 
even as I said it that it was a stupid question. She 
smiled proudly. "Yes, I did. I hope it is ok. Fried 
baloney is my very favorite. Karen taught me how to make 
it, and I love it."

I hugged her, and she sighed happily. "Earlier I almost 
thought you were going to say 'Welcome home, Master.' 
you just had that look." I murmured.

"I almost did." She smiled, blushing.

"No one is Master," I said. "No one can call themselves 
that. You belong to you."

"I belong to me, but I feel I also belong to Amy," she 
said softly.

"That's different. That's not ownership, it's 
partnership," I said, and she smiled.

"Remember when I said I think I love you?" She asked me 
shyly. I nodded. Gulp.

"I do not think so anymore. Now I know it. I love you," 
she said, and laid back against me again. I put my arms 
around her and we sat peacefully.

Karen and Amy brought in plates, and we ate. The food 
was good, if a little oddly matched. I put my fried 
bologna on my garlic bread and made a tasty sandwich.

I wanted to talk about something else, but the topic 
kept returning to How Awesome Will Is. I also learned 
that when they had run in the house to hide, Amy and Liu 
Si had gone in different directions to make it more 
difficult to find them. Liu Si had run to the basement 
and squeezed behind the old furnace, Amy had hidden 
under the bed in the master bedroom, right in the middle 
where she would be harder to grab. 

Neither Amy nor Liu Si had seen me get stabbed, and they 
were both still hiding when the ambulance got me. Li Si 
stayed put for a few hours, Amy came outside after Kai 
Long had left, tucking her hair up under a big sun hat, 
per Lola's idea, and gave a statement to the police that 
Kai Long had just rushed her, and Karen had thrown the 
table at him.

"They found a stun gun in the pool," Karen said. "They 
bagged it as evidence and took it with them."

THAT must have been what he pulled on me at the 
playground. I never HAD gotten a good look at it. I 
shuddered. I never want to find out what those things 
feel like.

After supper, Amy ran into the kitchen and came back 
with, of all things, fortune cookies. "I don't know how 
old these are, but they've been in the pantry for a 
while. They seemed appropriate." She laughed. I took my 
Vicodin as she passed them out.

Liu Si stuck her tongue out at her, but then laughed. 
"OK, fine. Fortune cookies it is."

(Amy will make jokes about Liu Si being Chinese, and Liu 
Si just laughs, like the night we were playing monopoly 
with Lola. I often wince at how blunt and seemingly 
insensitive the jokes are, but the girls don't seem to 
care. Liu Si is way more patient than I think I would 
be. Amy will come in and say something like "Tonight I 
plan to visit VaChina, in the Poon Tang province." And 
Liu Si will just beat her with a pillow. Liu Si went to 
a U.S. atlas, and tried to make a joke out of an 
American place name, but other than Intercourse, PA, the 
best she could come up with was Jackson Hole. 
Suggestions would no doubt be appreciated.)

I opened mine (a little stale) to find a fortune that 
said DANCE LIKE EVERY ONE IS BLINDED. Not likely, I 
thought to myself. Ouch. It also said my lucky number 
was G, apparently.

Amy gave a whoop that startled us all, and jumped up in 
delight. "YEAH! This is the best fortune cookie EVER! 
WOO HOO!"

"Geez, Ames." Karen said. "What is it?"

"Look, look, look!" Amy crowed. "This is so perfect!"

She handed the slip from her fortune cookie to Karen, 
who read it, and then laughed. "Holy cow, that is rather 
appropriate, isn't it?!"

"I'm framing this one!" Amy laughed, passing it to Liu 
Si, who took a bit longer to read it, and then blushed 
delightedly. Liu Si wordlessly passed it to me, and I 
read:

A LOOSE TONGUE OFTEN GETS ITSELF INTO A TIGHT PLACE. 
LUCKY NUMBER: 69

I laughed. "That is SO dirty!"

"And so TRUE!" Amy cheered, hugging Liu Si. "My tongue 
is SO loose, and homegirl here is SO tight!"

Liu Si blushed and swatted Amy. "Hey!"

"Seriously, sometimes you make me wish I had a penis!" 
Amy giggled. "But I'm glad I don't. Pussies are so much 
better!"

"Can we talk about something else at the dinner table, 
PLEASE?" Karen laughed.

"What does yours say?" I asked Karen, while Amy leered 
at a happy Liu Si. Karen passed it over to me, and I 
read (literally) YOU ARE POLITE ANT VIVACIOUS. DONS TOP. 
LUCKY NUMBER: 2, 3, 4, 5. She grinned at me.

"You got four lucky numbers. All I got was a G." I said, 
"and a recommendation to dance for the blind."

"Guess I'm just luckier than you." Karen giggled. Liu Si 
had opened her cookie, and then passed me the fortune 
after she had read it.

"The truest loves should never be hidden." I said, and 
Liu Si grabbed Amy and kissed her deeply. 

When they parted, Amy looked at me. "How are you? Any 
chance of letting me play with it tonight? You told me 
no at the hospital, and now we're home!"

"I'm a little out of it. The spirit is willing, but the 
flesh is not on board." I said honestly. I had gone too 
long between painkillers and the pain was now fully 
rooted, as the new Vicodin hadn't kicked in yet. "My new 
pills aren't as good as the hospital stuff, I guess."

Amy was clearly frustrated by my response. "How 
aboooouuuuut..." She looked at Liu Si, who looked back 
at her blankly. "We put on a show for you? Last time, I 
sucked you in the living room so SHE could watch. How 
about we do something for YOU to watch? Maybe that would 
get you in the swing of things?" She grinned at me. Liu 
Si looked shocked, immediately blushed, and ducked her 
head. "Is that ok, xinshangren? Can we do that?" Amy 
looked at her closely. Liu Si didn't move, still 
blushing at the floor. 

"I think that's a no," I said gently, and Amy 
immediately apologized, taking Liu Si's hand. "I'm *so* 
sorry to put you on the spot. I should have thought that 
through."

Liu Si looked up at her and tried to smile. "It is ok, I 
am not mad, I just... I am not ready for that. Not yet." 
Her face was still burning with blush.

"I'm sorry. I was thinking of the first time," Amy said, 
looking VERY apologetic.

"The first time was when you pushed me into the room!" 
Liu Si said, her eyes wide.

"I know, I know, I forgot!" Amy winced, and kissed her 
hand. "But then the time I showed Karen how to deep 
throat Will, you surprised us." She said, still 
bargaining a little.

"I surprised myself too! That was completely different!" 
Liu Si said, starting to smile a little. "I am not ready 
to put on a show!"

Karen was just sitting, watching them, her chin resting 
on her hand, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners 
of her mouth. "You guys are so cute."

Amy turned to her. "Will you help?" Karen's eyebrows 
shot up. "Me? Help how?"

"Just... join me? You and I haven't had any time 
together since my inaugural dinner." Amy blushed. "I 
liked it, and I missed getting to play with you."

Karen blushed, and didn't answer quickly. "I..."

She looked at me, and I raised my eyebrows and stuck out 
my lower lip. She stuck her tongue out at me, and faced 
Amy again. "What would you want me to do?" She looked a 
little nervous, and Amy picked up on this instantly.

"I'll bet, if you let me undress you and rub your back, 
and maybe your front, Will would get hard enough for me 
to have my way with him, no matter how sore his leg is." 
Amy grinned sideways at me, and it was my turn to blush. 
She was right, of course.

Karen was watching me, and grinned when she saw me 
blush. "Well, since it's for our dear brother, I think I 
should definitely participate. It's cool."

"Let's go put on more comfortable clothes and meet up in 
the living room, say ten minutes?" Amy asked Karen, who 
nodded. Amy quickly turned to Liu Si. "Meili, would you 
also join us? I'd like to have you there." Liu Si 
blushed happily. "Sure."

"I gotta jump in the shower real quick." Amy said 
apologetically. Karen spoke up. "I'll follow you in." 
Off they went, Karen giving me a quick kiss before she 
left.

I got my leg down and stood, offering Liu Si my arm. 
"Shall we retire to the parlor, my dear?" I asked, with 
exaggerated manners.

"I would be delighted," she said clearly, and primly 
took my proffered arm. I stumped, and she strolled, into 
the living room. She gently helped me get arranged on 
the couch, laying sideways, my right leg along the back 
of the couch. "Does Amy always call the shots when it 
comes to sex?" I asked. "She seems to always decide when 
and what you're doing."

Liu Si grinned and shook her head. "Not always. I will 
sometimes wake up in the morning, wanting her, and she 
is still asleep, so I have to find a creative way to 
awaken her. Sometimes I sneak up on her in the shower, 
or when she is just getting out." She grinned at me 
happily, not blushing for once. "Like you said, it is a 
partnership. She likes to be bossy, but it is not to be 
mean. She always takes care of me."

"I'm glad," I said, sinking into the couch cushions 
happily, "Sometimes I worry that she is too aggressive, 
and maybe pushes you into things, besides doors."

Liu Si shook her head. "She is just Amy. I love her, and 
I know she loves me." She smiled at me. "May I... sit on 
your lap, the way I did in the dining room?" She asked 
politely. I pulled her onto my lap, and she lay once 
again against my chest. 

"Mmmmmm," she sighed happily, and suddenly my leg didn't 
seem to hurt so bad.

Karen came down about ten minutes later, in little 
running shorts and the soft white bra like the one she 
had worn the night Liu Si first came home to stay. Her 
legs and stomach looked so sexy in that outfit, I had to 
stare for a little while. She smiled and turned a 
little, back and forth, posing for me. "You like?" She 
asked happily. I nodded, a big smile on my face.

Karen looked at Liu Si and put her hands on her 
(gorgeous) hips. "Did you steal my seat?" She asked, and 
Liu Si giggled. "I was just keeping him warm for you." 
She wiggled her butt in my lap, and my cock just kinda 
went *oh, hello!* I grabbed Liu Si tightly in a big bear 
hug and just squeezed her. She kicked her feet against 
the couch, and squealed.

Amy ran down the stairs in pink cotton panties, white 
thigh highs, and the lacy white top she wore to the 
Ol1v3 G4rd3n, and leapt into the center of the room. The 
shirt was *just* long enough to cover the accessories 
when she was standing still, so it looked like a REALLY 
short dress. Imagine the girl from the Morton's Salt 
canister. 

"I know you've seen parts of this outfit before, but I 
was in a hurry." She apologized, although she looked 
great. With her hair still dyed black and ironed 
straight, she looked like Liu Si's Caucasian twin 
sister.

Liu Si sighed happily. "Xinggan." She purred to herself. 
(sexy)

Amy looked at Karen, and grinned. "Dressed for a 
workout, eh? Good choice."

Karen laughed. "Big talk, little sister."

Amy stepped up and put her arms around her, squeezing 
her tight. "I love you." She said sincerely. Karen 
hugged her right back. "I love you too."

Standing, Amy is just tall enough for Karen to rest her 
chin on Amy's head. This also means that Amy has the 
perfect close-up view of Karen's impressive cleavage. 
She used this advantage to kiss the soft swell of 
Karen's breasts softly, right and left. Karen almost 
jumped, and I could see nipples stand out firmly. "Ooh, 
my," Karen said, as Amy did it again, giving the left 
side of her neck a kiss as well. I was enthralled.

Amy gently reached up and clutched Karen's breasts, 
pressing them together, lifting them. "I want these," 
She murmured, and kissed them again.

Karen took a deep breath and swayed a little, as Amy 
squeezed them a little harder. "Maybe someday yours will 
fill out," Karen said kindly, holding Amy close to her.

"That would be nice, but I mean I want THESE." Amy said, 
releasing them and then squeezing them up and together 
again. "Yours are SO much fun to play with. I can do 
this-" and she slowly rubbed her thumbs upwards, rolling 
them right across Karen's very erect nipples. Karen's 
breathing hitched, and Amy continued softly "-and this-" 
She pinched the nipples, right through the material of 
the sports bra, and pulled very gently. Karen whimpered 
a little, her mouth open, looking down at Amy. 

Amy cradled her breasts, lifting them high, "And most of 
all, this!" She said, and nibbled gently on the left 
side while her fingers softly pinched and rolled the 
nipple on her right. Karen moaned again and clutched her 
close, her eyes closing almost involuntarily.

"I love you, Karen." Amy said, letting go, but not 
stepping back. "I love you too, Amy." Karen sighed, and 
they kissed. God, it was hot. I could watch girls kiss 
all day, I really mean it. Amy touched Karen's arms and 
indicated that she should raise them, then rolled her 
sports bra upwards, freeing Karen's gorgeous breasts and 
making Karen reach up and remove it, tossing her hair as 
her breasts gently bounced with the motion. Fantastic!

Amy had latched onto them again even before Karen had 
the sports bra free of her hair, and was kneading them 
and kissing them with singular focus. Karen wobbled a 
little, both with the sensation, and with the hampered 
balance of Amy clinging to her chest. "Oh!" She gasped 
as Amy sucked one nipple into her mouth, "I need to sit 
down, or I think we're gonna fall."

Amy gently released her, then ran over and shoved the 
ottoman closer. Our ottoman is what is called a storage 
ottoman, about two feet tall, two feet wide, and three 
feet long, We use it to store board games and blankets. 
Amy turned it so it was at a three-quarter angle to me, 
and gestured for Karen to straddle it, facing me. She 
did so, at about the halfway point, and blushed a grin 
at me and Liu Si, who was still on my lap. "Hi there."

I smiled a big dumb smile, and Liu Si waved, grinning. 
"I hope I'm not making anyone jealous," Amy said, "but I 
can't keep my hands off of her." Liu Si sat up and held 
her fingers about a half-inch apart, but then giggled.

Amy whipped off her lacy shirt, to stand before us in 
just her panties and thigh highs. She tossed her hair, 
and smiled at me. "How's our audience?"

"Loving it!" I said, and Liu Si bounced happily, boing, 
boing, boing. She was still sitting on my cock, but her 
weight was holding it down, and I don't think she felt 
it. She did jostle me, however, and sent a twinge of 
pain right down my leg. I winced, but kept my silence. 
Amy saw it, though.

"Hu Die, when you hop, I think you're hurting him." She 
said gently. Liu Si's hair whipped me in the face as she 
turned to look at me. I shrugged, and tried to play it 
off, but she apologized immediately. "I am so sorry!" 
She scooched down onto the floor in front of the couch 
and sat.

I had rather enjoyed having her on my lap, but since she 
was in the "Off Limits" category, it's probably better 
that I wasn't deriving pleasure from having her sit on 
me. Didn't seem platonic enough.

Karen, meanwhile was straddling the ottoman, leaning 
forward on her hands, arching her back with her breasts 
thrust out, and was gently twisting her torso, making 
them boing back and forth against her arms, watching 
them absent-mindedly. Boing, boing, boing, boing, like 
the world's sexiest Newton's Cradle. She caught me 
watching her and blushed with a giggle. Amy ran around 
behind her and vaulted onto the ottoman like it was a 
horse, landing right up against Karen's back, making her 
breasts jiggle again. "Oof!" Karen said, at the impact.

"Rawr!" Amy growled, and licked Karen's shoulder. Karen 
squealed softly.

Amy proceeded to caress and massage Karen's back, up and 
down, making her thrust out her chest. The view from my 
side was excellent if you like boobies. And I do.

Amy would occasionally lean forward and kiss Karen's 
back softly, or bite her shoulder, or kiss the back of 
her neck, and I could tell Karen was loving it. Amy slid 
her hands down Karen's hips and touched the waistband of 
her tiny shorts. "Any chance I could convince you to 
take these off?" She purred. She leaned forward and 
cupped Karen's breasts, squeezing them in her hands.

"Last time I let you in my pants you made me black out," 
Karen mumbled. Amy gently pinched her nipples and she 
arched her back with a gasp.

"What if I promise to do it again?" Amy said slyly. 
Karen growled, and then relaxed again. "I told you what 
would happen if you did, and I stand by it. Besides, 
aren't we supposed to be doing this for Will?"

"That doesn't mean I don't enjoy doing this for you, 
too." She kissed Karen's back, and very gently stroked 
her fingernails down it. I could see Karen's toes curl 
as she arched her back again. My cock was hard and 
ready, and although my leg was still hurting, it seemed 
further away somehow.

"Umm, I have to go pee!" Liu Si said, and leapt up, 
running from the room. I think I may have been the only 
one to notice that she ran upstairs, not out to the 
bathroom on the ground floor, which would have been 
closer. 

"Hurry back!" Was Amy's only response to her departure, 
as she softly made a line of kisses from Karen's neck to 
the small of her back. Karen shot me a smoldering look, 
and then turned her head. When Amy rose back up from the 
kiss trail, Karen murmured to her. "Move around front 
for a minute here."

Amy stood, (a damp spot visible on her pink panties) and 
stepped carefully around to the front, where Karen 
indicated that Amy should also straddle the ottoman, 
although facing her. When Amy had done so, Karen made 
her lean back on her hands. Karen smoothed her hands up 
Amy's body, avoiding her nipples, and squeezing her 
finally on the shoulders. 

Amy sighed happily, leaning her head back and just 
enjoying the feeling with her eyes closed. Karen also 
stroked Amy's thighs, smoothing down from where they met 
her hips. If you squinted, it almost looked like Karen 
and Liu Si on the ottoman. Amy's current hairstyle was 
messing with my mind something fierce.

Liu Si trotted downstairs a moment later, still fully 
dressed, carrying something nonchalantly in what looked 
like a washcloth. She knelt in front of me on the floor 
again, and tucked the whatever-it-was under the edge of 
her dress, so it wasn't visible.

Karen, upon seeing Liu Si's return, shifted gears. She 
leaned forward and grabbed Amy's knees, pulling her 
closer. Amy, a little surprised, walked forward with her 
hands. They ended, pelvis to pelvis, Amy's legs wrapped 
around Karen's waist, Karen's arms wrapped around Amy's 
ribcage. Amy smiled, delightedly, as if she knew she 
were no longer in control of the situation.

When they had kissed earlier, Amy had been the kisser, 
Karen the kissee. Now, Karen went on the offensive, 
grabbing Amy's ass, pulling her closer, kissing Amy in a 
way that can only be described as "gimme that." Amy 
began to breathe harder, and Karen charged on, having 
neatly turned the tables on Amy.

Karen's hand crept up Amy's ribcage and stroked a nipple 
with her fingertip, at which point Amy whimpered, loud. 
(Amy has VERY sensitive nipples, remember.) Karen used 
this knowledge to her sexy advantage, stroking, 
squeezing, pulling (softly) both of her nipples as Amy 
was forced to use her own hands to keep balance. Amy's 
whimpers became moans, and her moans became cries, and 
then Karen just stopped. She parted their kiss, and 
grinned at Amy, who was still panting with desire. 

"Wha... oh, don't stop! That was great!" Amy whined, 
grinding her crotch against Karen just a little. Karen 
grinned and shook her head. Amy whimpered. "No fair! You 
suck!"

"No, you suck." Karen said, intending it as a verb, 
directing her gaze to me. "Go get him. I promise you 
he's ready." I grinned, and Liu Si scooched out of the 
way with an evil giggle. My cock was visible as a pointy 
bulge in my cargo shorts, and I tried to twitch my PC 
muscle to make it bounce, but I don't know how effective 
it was, I was watching both of them.

Amy stood, albeit a bit shaky, and strutted over to Liu 
Si, bending down for a kiss. Liu Si kissed her sweetly, 
then reached up and tugged at her panties. Amy giggled, 
and stood straight. "Are you trying to steal my 
panties?" She laughed.

"They are wet," Liu Si said slyly, tilting her head and 
looking up at Amy with a grin, "so you should take them 
off." Still on the ottoman, Karen laughed. The wet spot 
in Amy's panties had gotten larger, her wetness fueled 
by Karen's excellent natural make-out skills. Amy 
checked her crotch, hunching over a little, and laughed 
as well. 

"Geez, I'm soaked! Ok, fine. They're yours if you want, 
but you gotta *take* them." She stood proudly, hands on 
her hips. Liu Si slid them down gently, and Amy stepped 
out of them. "Thanks!"

"My pleasure." Liu Si said, and sat calmly again.

Amy spun around. "I'm wasting time! There's dick to be 
licked!"

I laughed, and Amy grinned as she walked quickly over. 
"I was saving that one for the right moment." She knelt, 
and carefully unzipped me, freeing my erection and 
squeezing it with her hand. It felt good.

She leaned forward, up on her knees, and began licking 
the head of my cock, sucking the head into her mouth and 
swirling her tongue all over it. It was amazing all over 
again. 

As Amy lubricated more and more of my cock with her 
tongue, sucking me deeper with each thrust, I looked 
over and saw Karen, now lounging on the ottoman, idly 
playing with her left nipple as she watched Amy. "You 
doing ok?" I asked, and she seemed to snap out of her 
reverie. She gave me a lazy smile and tossed her hair 
back.

"Yeah, pretty good. A little lonely all of the sudden." 
She sighed, still smiling at me.

Amy sucked me in, hard, and I groaned with the pleasure. 
"Mmmmaybe I could entertain you while she's entertaining 
me? I hate to see you neglected." I said.

Karen glanced at Amy's back, but waved her hand. "I'm 
fine for now."

Amy pulled me out of her mouth with a pop. "If you want 
to, it's cool with me. I got what I want riiiiiight 
here." She scooped up my balls and nuzzled them. "*MY* 
cum!" She murmured happily, as if to herself. She closed 
her eyes, and went back to work.

Karen looked thoughtful, but also doubtful. "How would 
we... ." She stood and strolled over, gorgeous and tall, 
from my reclined position. Amy was going to town on me, 
her mouth massaging and sucking on my erection, making 
it impossible to think.

"Take off your shorts and step over me," I said, trying 
to concentrate, "then squat down so I can lick you."

"Are you serious?" Karen asked, looking at me with an 
expression that might have been excitement, might have 
been nervousness.

"Absolutely. Come here." I held up my arms towards her, 
and she quickly shucked off her shorts and took my hand. 
As she gingerly extended one leg over me, I saw Liu Si 
quietly crawling over to where Amy was kneeling, still 
creating pure pleasure on my cock.

Karen, as seen from below, is definitely a beautiful 
sight. Her breasts look soft and heavy, her legs long 
and graceful, her pussy warm and juicy. Even her anus 
looks attractive, and I'm not sure if that's normal, or 
even healthy for me to think, but there you have it. 
Good, good times. I've gotten the occasional pimple on 
my butt cheek, but Karen's skin is perfect, accented by 
the occasional freckle. This is one girl who does not 
need to be airbrushed. 

She had stepped over me with her right leg, so as she 
straddled my ribcage, I rubbed my hands up and down the 
backs of her thighs, cradling and caressing her buttocks 
at the top. She wobbled, trying to maintain her balance 
on the soft couch cushions, and I tried to steady her. 
She bent over, one hand on the back of the couch, and 
gently lowered herself until her pussy was inches from 
my face. 

I could feel the warmth emanating from her secret place, 
like sunlight on my skin. I breathed in her scent, and 
it felt like pure energy was flowing from the center of 
my being to all my extremities. I extended my tongue and 
flicked it from her clit to her vaginal opening. She 
moaned softly and her juices flowed down my tongue. 
Delicious!

Amy stopped what she was doing momentarily. "Oh, hello!" 
I could hear her laugh. "I wasn't paying enough 
attention, I guess." I could feel her hand grasp me, 
stroking and squeezing. "I was wondering why his cock 
was getting even bigger and harder, and then there's a 
Karen hovering over me."

My view was eclipsed by Karen's gorgeous pussy and ass, 
her butt cheeks curving away from me like the horizon of 
a very sexy planet. I could feel Karen's breath on my 
wet penis as she spoke to Amy. "Hi," she said softly, 
"I'm trying to keep the weight off of his bad leg. I 
hope I'm not in your way."

"Nope!" Amy said cheerfully. "In fact, you want a lick?" 
I could feel my erection waggling, as if she were 
shaking it. I certainly wanted a lick of Karen's pussy, 
so I began teasing around the edges with my tongue, 
reaching up and holding her thighs with my hands.

"Oh!" She sighed as my tongue explored, and then she 
giggled. "I'm not sure how long I can crouch like this, 
but let me give him a little, and then you can have it 
back, ok?"

"Sure!" Amy chirped, and I felt Karen lean forward, her 
balance shifting, as a tight, wet, warmth enveloped my 
cock and made everything go fuzzy. Oh, man, did that 
feel incredible.

Two (in fact, three) can play at this game, I thought, 
and dove into her pussy with my tongue, licking, 
probing, caressing and generally trying to get it all in 
my mouth. I lapped at her pussy, driving my tongue into 
that warm, tight hole, hooking my tongue once inside and 
pulling back out again.

When I pursed my lips, though, and sucked her clit into 
my mouth, Karen pulled off with a cry. "Aanh!" She 
gasped, rocking back onto my face a little harder. "Amy, 
get him, he's...oh!" Amy gobbled me right down, and soon 
the race was on.

I sucked her clit, flicking the tip of it with my 
tongue, pulling on it and squeezing it with my lips, as 
she moaned and cried out. I had to move my hands around 
underneath her butt when, either because she was losing 
her muscle control, or she was losing her inhibitions, 
she put more weight down, practically sitting on my 
face. My mouth was locked on her clit, and I rubbed my 
nose against the opening of her pussy, wiggling my head, 
tickling the nerves there.

(Did you know that something like two thirds of the 
nerves in a woman's vagina are within three inches of 
the actual entrance? I think I read that somewhere. Good 
news if you don't have that much to put in it. My nose 
definitely falls in the "not much" category.)

So as I ground my nose into Karen's pussy, sucking her 
rock-hard clit and dancing my tongue all over it, Amy 
was doing her own magic on my cock, stroking it, 
squeezing it, her tongue wiggling up and down even as 
her mouth sucked and sucked and sucked. Oh, it was 
wonderful. Her left hand caressed and cradled my balls, 
her right hand stroked up and down my cock with each 
thrust of her mouth, which was practically vibrating as 
she hummed a happy little tune.

It was almost like my body was in two different halves. 
The bottom half, low, aching almost-forgotten pain from 
the stab wound, a furnace of pleasure where Amy milked 
and sucked my straining erection. The top half, 
concentration personified, as I used every trick I knew 
(or thought I knew) to get Karen off as she squirmed in 
delight and need. 

Karen's pussy was almost grabbing my nose at this point, 
and her clit was practically twitching by itself, as she 
shook, and rocked, and moaned atop my face. I picked one 
clit maneuver, a fast vertical lick, and settled in, 
pulling her down harder onto me. My plan began to show 
success as she gasped faster, her cries climbing in 
pitch. "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, OOOOHH!" 

I could feel her tensing up, her clit as long and as 
hard as I've ever experienced it. I took a deep breath 
and wiggled my nose against her pussy again, sucking her 
clit in hard, and gently, gently biting at it with my 
teeth. She screamed in ecstasy and almost sat on me 
completely. "AAAAAH HAH Hah, Hah!"

The minute I felt her hit it, I let go of her clit and 
just lapped my tongue back at her vagina, probing the 
grasping opening as her PC muscle spasmed. I swear her 
anus winked at me, looking even cuter now than before. 
She shook so hard she couldn't keep her balance, and 
leaning forward on her arms, she straightened out her 
legs, stood up on all fours over me, and took her 
beautiful pussy away.

The minute she did, it was like the two halves of my 
body reconnected, and Amy's ministrations to my cock 
began that slow, inevitable roll towards a massive 
orgasm. "Oh, Amy that feels so good!" I gasped, as Karen 
climbed slowly down off of me and stumbled over to 
collapse on the ottoman, face down, limp.

I could see Liu Si kneeling behind Amy, right up against 
her, still wearing her party dress (although at some 
point she had taken off the apron.) Her right arm was 
moving, and I turned my head and could see her right 
hand busily stroking between Amy's legs as she knelt 
there, sucking my cock from the side. Amy was breathing 
hard, her eyes shut as she continued licking and 
slurping on my dick, and I could tell that Liu Si was 
giving her a run for her money.

The sight of Liu Si diddling Amy was a surprise, and a 
sexy one. Since Amy was turned to the side, I couldn't 
see a lot of detail of where Liu Si's hand was going, 
but Amy was starting to whimper through her nose a 
little, still not giving up on making me cum. "Oh, my 
god." I heard Karen sigh shakily, still collapsed on the 
ottoman, facing away from us. Sounded like she was still 
enjoying hers.

I felt my balls begin to pull up, and the feelings 
swirling around my cock seemed to intensify into 
overload. "Amy! I'm... oh! Here! Rrrrrrr!" I growled 
through gritted teeth, and my body tried to go stiff as 
a board, including my hurt leg, which didn't even stop 
it. I came hard, Amy's hands milking my cock into her 
mouth, the juicy sounds of her slurps getting even 
juicer as I emptied my essence into her hot little 
throat. Amy gulped and gulped, and then cried out in 
ecstasy as Liu Si worked her hand even faster against 
her crotch.

My last little squirt of semen came out when she was 
moaning, and hit her on the chin. "Oh! I'm sorry! AAHH!" 
She gasped at me, putting her mouth back on it and 
trying to gently suck me empty, but Liu Si was 
enthusiastically making it hard for her. At last she got 
me clean, and just rested her cheek on my thigh, still 
clutching my cock with her right hand, twitching as Liu 
Si tickled and stroked her clit. "OOOH MY GOD!" Amy 
moaned, writhing and squirming, wet little sounds of 
sticky pleasure finally audible now that the blood had 
quit hammering in my ears.

Abruptly, Liu Si stopped and withdrew her hand, and Amy 
immediately protested. "No, come back! I'm SO close!" 
Liu Si quickly leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. 
"Lay down on all fours." She ordered sweetly, Amy 
clumsily struggled to comply, turning towards me, but 
Liu Si stopped her. "No, the other way. Show him your 
pussy."

With a sigh of happy exhaustion, Amy turned away and 
bent over, her head hanging down, as she spread her 
knees apart further. Her little pussy lips looked puffy 
and pink, and the insides of her thigh-high stockings 
were wet with her own natural lubrication. Liu Si was 
fiddling with something that I couldn't see from my 
angle, then she tossed it aside. K-Y jelly. Uh oh. Amy 
was about to get it! I grinned.

Liu Si began by curling her index finger up and down 
against Amy's clit, which was tucked away in her little 
pussy, but you could tell it was good, because Amy 
immediately starting moaning and squirming right at the 
same pitch she had when she was still kneeling against 
my hip. "Oh, yeah! Right there, baby! NNNhhhhh!" She 
moaned.

Carefully scooching a little to the side, looking back 
for a second to make sure she wasn't blocking my view, 
Liu Si waggled her eyebrows at me, and then put her 
(shiny with KY) thumb against Amy's little buttonhole. 
"Are you-" Amy gasped, but with a slow twist, Liu Si 
slipped her thumb right up Amy's butt. It was like 
flipping a switch. Amy howled in pleasure, and started 
trying to thrust back against her, but Liu Si used her 
other hand to grab Amy's hip and stop her from moving.

Thrusting into Amy's ass with her thumb, Liu Si also 
kept pressure on her clit, twisting in and out, in and 
out. Amy was helpless with sensation, just wailing out 
her need. "OH YES! MOOOORE!" After about a minute of 
slow thrusting, Liu Si left her thumb all the way in, 
and I could see the tendons in her forearm moving. 

She was curling her thumb over and over, pressing on 
that wall shared with the vagina, stimulating the nerves 
deep inside Amy, and maybe even hitting her G spot. Her 
finger continued to tickle Amy's clit, while Amy just 
shook and grunted hungrily, gasping for air faster and 
faster.

"Yes, Hu Die! Your thumb! Fuck me some more!" Amy 
yelped, her voice cracking, and Liu Si began thrusting 
again. "Harder! AAAHHH!" Amy screamed. I could see by 
the angle of entry, it looked like Liu Si was still 
hitting that spot she had been curling against. 

Amy thrust against her as hard as she could, her little 
butt cheeks jiggling from the impact, and before they 
even got to fifteen thrusts, she screamed in pleasure 
and just kinda collapsed, her arms and legs shaking, 
sobbing into the floor.

Liu Si stayed with her, slowing her thrusts, still 
diddling with her index finger, until Amy swatted at her 
weakly. "You gotta stop," she gasped, "I can't breathe. 
Oh my god!"

Liu Si carefully withdrew her thumb from Amy's anus, and 
gingerly checked it for cleanliness. Apparently 
satisfied with what she saw, she wiped it off with the 
washcloth, and lay down next to Amy, who rolled over 
weakly and wrapped her arms and legs around her. "I love 
you so much." Amy slurred, and Liu Si kissed her 
sweetly. 

"That will teach you not to turn your back on me." Liu 
Si joked, and Amy laughed, exhausted. "I didn't, did I?" 

Liu Si shook her head. "It is fine. I had a lot of fun!"

"I'm glad SOMEBODY did," Amy said sarcastically. "God, 
that was like an orgasm chain reaction."

"Still going crazy," Karen whimpered, rolling over to 
look at us at last. "What did you DO to my clitoris?" 
she asked me, mopping her sweaty hair off of her 
forehead.

"I may have nibbled on it a little," I admitted, as my 
erection slowly faded and my hurt leg returned to center 
stage. "Sorry."

"Usually it's stopped by now, but GEEZ," Karen sighed, 
trying to position her legs, but the ottoman is not long 
enough to lay on. She slid to the floor and stretched 
out there. "Ahhhah ha haaa," She wailed quietly.

Amy and Liu Si were kissing quietly, sweetly. "I thought 
you told me you weren't ready for a show," Amy sighed, 
when they parted. Liu Si blushed and grinned. "I was 
not, but then I realized that YOU might be. You inspired 
me." She kissed Amy again, and Amy laughed, exhausted. 

"Now I have to go high five Will." Liu Si joked, and 
started to get up, but Amy clutched at her. "You do not! 
I was only kidding when I went to high-five him." but 
Liu Si was laughing, and Amy knew it was a joke.

Karen crawled over to me and got up on her knees, 
leaning over to kiss me. I'm sure she could taste 
herself, but her lips and tongue were so soft and 
caressing, my erection almost started going back UP. 
"That was a lot of fun." She said, and laid her head 
sideways on my chest.

"When he was licking your pussy, I SWEAR he got an inch 
*longer* than last time." Amy said to Karen. "I wasn't 
deep-throating tonight, but that was almost too much to 
handle. It was more than a two-hander for sure." She 
cleared her throat. "Thanks for letting me play with 
'the girls,' too. I really enjoyed it."

Karen grinned at me, and all I could say was "I love 
you." She kissed me again, quickly, and asked "How about 
you? Need more?" she shot a glance at my cock, which was 
still at around 70%. I shook my head.

Amy piped up. "Hey, I'm sorry if I started losing my 
focus there at the end of yours. Normally I would never 
take you out of my mouth when you're cumming, but 
somebody was driving me crazy." She squeezed Liu Si. I 
waved her off. "I'm fine, it was really good to watch. I 
don't think it's possible for you to give me a *bad* 
orgasm. I'm good."

I looked around, but couldn't find my crutches. I know I 
was exhausted, and other than Liu Si, no one in the 
family looked capable of getting up just yet.

I tucked myself back into my pants and zipped. Karen 
struggled to her feet and picked up her clothing items. 
Liu Si practically had to pick Amy up, but soon they had 
gotten me my crutches, and we all started our slow 
process up the stairs, Liu Si in her party dress, Amy 
only wearing her wet white thigh-highs, Karen having 
replaced her running shorts and sports bra, and me, 
fully dressed.

As we laboriously climbed the stairs, Liu Si supported 
Amy, their two heads of nearly identical hair tilted 
together. With Karen holding her hand against my back as 
I crutched up the stairs, Amy sighed. "I can't think of 
any time in my entire life when I have been this happy." 
Liu Si nodded enthusiastically.

"I'd be happier if my leg was better already, but yeah," 
I said, which prompted Amy to immediately exempt that 
from her happiness.

All of the girls went into my room, getting pillows set 
up and blankets pulled back while I went to pee. When I 
came in, Karen took my shirt, Amy unbuttoned and lowered 
my pants, and when I sat down at last, Liu Si jumped in 
and pulled my socks off. 

They were all giggling happily, tucking me in as if I 
were a baby. Karen, then Amy, kissed me goodnight, and 
to our surprise, Liu Si climbed up onto my bed and 
hugged me, almost laying on top of me. "Thank you so 
much." She whispered, and kissed me right on the corner 
of my mouth.

She was a little misty, when she climbed down, but she 
gave me a big smile and waved goodnight as she and Amy 
strolled into their room. Karen lingered.

"I wanted to thank you again." She said quietly. I 
sighed, not really annoyed, but I just had amazing sex, 
I'm thanked enough for now.

She sat on the edge of my bed. "When I was pointing that 
shotgun at *him,* all I could think about was how much I 
needed to shoot him, because he hurt you, because he 
wanted to hurt the rest of us, because he needed to just 
die. I didn't think at all about what it actually meant 
to do it. It would have been horrible. When I saw your 
blood on the patio tonight, it made me think all over 
again. You saved me, just as much as you saved Liu Si." 
She took my hand. "I love you so much, I can't even SAY 
how much. Thank you."

We kissed. "You're welcome." I said. She smiled at me, 
unshed tears in her eyes, and stood, turning out my 
light and walking slowly out of the room, watching me 
watching her. As she passed into the bathroom, she 
waved, and I waved back.

My leg was uncomfortable, but not actually spiking pain, 
so I settled back, and soon I was asleep. I dreamed I 
was a giant, carrying Karen, Amy, Liu Si and Lola on my 
shoulders, all of them clad in flowing white lace gowns, 
while a dragon bit and blew fire at my leg.

***
Chapter 11 - Home/Midnight Visitor/So Long, Kai 
Long/Take this Job
***

The next day Lola called the pizza shop and told them 
that we'd had a home invasion, and that I'd be out for 
three weeks at least. She said Pops sounded COMPLETELY 
stunned, and said I could come back any time I wanted. 
The thing is, I really didn't WANT to come back at all. 
More on that later.

Those three weeks might have been some of the best in my 
life. I mean I was in HEAVEN. The girls installed me on 
the couch, with my leg propped up, and proceeded to fill 
my days with pampering. I wasn't allowed to bathe for 
like the first five days, so the girls brought me soapy 
water and washcloths, and helped me wipe off. (I used 
the crutches for bathroom trips.)

I got the star treatment in a big way. Karen and Amy 
both paid special attention to my cock, which meant I 
was getting a big sloppy blowjob about once a day, 
sometimes twice. If they were both in the room, it meant 
I would be licking Amy's sweet little pussy while Karen 
sucked my dick, and then they would switch off, one 
sitting or lying between my legs, and the other 
carefully straddling my face. 

It was heavenly. I would literally wake up from a 
chemically-induced nap, to find Amy rubbing my cock and 
licking my balls, and I knew it was time to go again. 
It's *good* to be 17. Karen promised me as soon as I got 
the stitches removed, she was going to fuck my brains 
out. As it was, she didn't want to put me through too 
much effort, because even laying on my back, I tended to 
hump upwards.

Amy redoubled her efforts to get her ass ready to take 
my cock. I told her to slow down, but I'm sure she 
didn't listen. I knew she was determined, and I didn't 
know what she was using in an attempt to practice, but 
she had Liu Si helping. 

Towards the end of the first week, I woke up at one 
point (Did I mention Vicodin knocks you on your ass?) to 
find Amy licking the tip of my cock, and softly moving 
my balls with her hand while Liu Si used a fabric 
measuring tape (like tailors use) to measure the length 
and girth of my dick. Liu Si was touching it very 
gently, almost as if she were afraid it would break. 

She looked utterly fascinated by it. She'd seen it 
before, of course, but I can't remember any time she'd 
been this close to it. I must have made some kind of 
noise, because she suddenly looked at me, and got this 
terrified look. She immediately stared at the floor, and 
backed away.

"It's ok," I said muzzily, "I'm not mad." Amy slurped 
the first half of my dick into her mouth and hummed a 
little tune. She pulled it back out with a *pop* and 
giggled. "I needed to see how close I was, BIG brother." 

With the word big, she wrapped her hands around my cock 
and stroked it once, firmly up and down. Liu Si was 
staring at it again, and she actually licked her lips. 
She still looked a little scared, but she looked like 
she couldn't look away. Her eyes darted to mine, and she 
blushed and looked down again.

"You don't have to be scared," I told her, "I would 
never hurt you. You're allowed to look all you want." 
She shyly looked up at me, and then blushed harder, but 
she got this little smile. Amy grabbed her hand and 
pulled her closer. "He means it. You can even touch it 
again, if you want." 

She grinned, and squeezed my dick again. Liu Si timidly 
reached out, and stroked one finger the whole length of 
my cock. She rubbed her fingertip up and down the whole 
underside where it is most sensitive, and I swear I got 
a half-inch longer. I think I made a noise like "mmmm." 
Amy let go, and scooched back just a bit. she was 
actually leaning back on my injured leg, but I didn't 
feel any pain, so I didn't say anything.

Liu Si looked at me closely, and then wrapped her hand 
around the base of it, holding it more firmly. "It is so 
warm," she said, in this quiet little voice, "and so 
strong." She was being very gentle and soft. She cupped 
my balls and lifted them gently, rolling her fingers 
slightly, feeling my balls shift within my sac.

"Neat, huh?" Amy grinned. Liu Si's eyes were like 
saucers as she nodded. "We are SO lucky. Will's cock is 
huge! Karen says she feels like the whole world is 
inside her when he makes love to her. I can't wait! How 
am I doing?" 

Liu Si looked at her, distracted. "I am sorry, what did 
you say?" she asked, dreamily, still holding my cock. 

Amy grinned. "You like it, don't you?"

Liu Si blushed, and nodded. "It is very nice."

Amy got her most evil grin. "I KNEW you would. So how 
close am I? You measured?"

Liu Si looked back at the end of the couch where she had 
left the measuring tape, clearly not wanting to let go 
of my penis. "I am sorry, but I have forgotten the 
measurements. You hold him, and I will get it and 
measure again." 

She reluctantly moved back, and Amy slid right in and 
sucked my cock as far down as she could, without turning 
the corner down her throat.. I could feel her tongue 
wiggling on the underside of my cock. I groaned in 
pleasure.

Liu Si came back with the tape, and measured around the 
base. She named a number. Amy growled happily. She 
pulled her head back off my cock with a big slurp. "I 
think we're close enough to try it!" she said 
delightedly. Liu Si smiled widely. "You are very lucky."

"You'll probably want to wait until I get the stitches 
out," I said, a little nervous about penetrating either 
of Amy's lower orifices, "That way I can enjoy it more, 
without dealing with my leg hurting, or the painkillers 
fuzzing my awareness. Plus, 'close enough' still means 
you could get hurt."

"Karen said she bled a little bit for a few days, but 
that it was TOTALLY worth it," Amy pouted.

"Well, don't forget Karen is five years older than you, 
and her body has had five more years to grow. This won't 
be easy. How have you been practicing, anyway, doesn't 
it hurt?"

"We used cucumbers from the garden," Amy said proudly. 
"For my butt I started using my finger, and then my 
hairbrush handle, and then cucumbers of increasing 
sizes. The last one I got in was almost as big around as 
you. It hurts a little at first each time, but once I'm 
warmed up, it's really good. Liu Si helped!"

This got a blush, and a warm smile from Liu Si. "It was 
very exciting. She does not keep her feelings secret. If 
she likes what you are doing, she tells you. In that 
way, she is very brave."

"You could do that too, you know." I said gently. "If 
you don't like something, or if you want something, or 
if you need help, let us know. You have it in you to be 
just as brave. You're the same girl who jumped off a 
jungle gym and flattened Kai Long."

A look of anger crossed her face, and then a grin. "You 
are right." She said simply. "I will try to be more like 
Amy. I will be a girl gone crazy."

"You don't have to be like me, or even a Girl Gone 
Wild," Amy said. "But don't be afraid to be more like 
YOU."

Liu Si nodded again, and smiled happily at us both. "I 
will try."

Something Amy had said earlier finally triggered in my 
mind. "You said you practiced for your butt. What about 
for your..."

"My pussy?" Amy interrupted me. "I'm not practicing too 
much there. I don't want to break my... um..." She made 
a grasping motion with her thumb and forefinger.

"Hymen?" I asked, and the same time Liu Si said 
"Virginity?" Meanwhile, Amy finished her sentence. "My 
cherry. I don't want to accidentally ruin it, because I 
want you to be the one to take it, Will." She swirled 
her tongue around the head of my cock. I could barely 
keep my legs from flailing.

"If anybody's going to bust my cherry, it's going to be 
YOU." She purred, and sucked my cockhead in and out of 
her lips several times. Despite the wonderful feelings 
on my dick, I winced at her choice of words. "I don't 
want to BUST anything," I said, "that sounds so cheap 
and crappy, like I'm breaking a cookie jar to steal the 
cookies."

"You know what I mean though," Amy said, ""I want you to 
fuck my brains out. Yours is going to be the only penis 
in my pussy, ever." She started sucking my cock slow, 
hard, and deep.

"The only penis?" I asked, incredulously. "You're only 
nine. You'll probably meet other guys someday."

Amy shook her head, and my cock which was deep in her 
mouth. Uh Unh, she grunted. She pulled off momentarily. 
"You're the only man I'll want, and Liu Si and Karen are 
the only girls I'll want. Well, except maybe Lola." She 
giggled an evil laugh, and continued with the blowjob. I 
pretty much just laid back and enjoyed it.

I had already closed my eyes, totally awash in the 
amazing sensations of Amy's mouth and hands, when a 
shadow fell over my face, and hair tickled my cheek. I 
opened my eyes, to see Liu Si kneeling beside my head, 
where I lay on the couch. She was biting her lip, 
blushing, but she had a determined set to her jaw.

"You are very brave. You have saved my life twice now." 
She said, her voice trembling.

"Not really, I mean, it was no big deal," I said, trying 
to concentrate on our conversation, when Amy was still 
sucking my dick.

"No, it IS a big deal. I have been meaning to thank you, 
to find some WAY to thank you, but I have been very shy. 
You came to my rescue, welcomed me into your home, and 
your lives, and you got stabbed for it. I have not been 
a good guest."

"Don't worry about it. You're not a guest, you're 
family. We told you we love you." I said, placatingly, 
because she seemed very emotional. She shook her head 
firmly. "No."

"When you took me away from the restaurant, when you 
faced Kai Long at the playground, and again here at the 
house, you did it with no expectations of reward. You 
just stepped up and protected me. You showed a kind of 
love I have never experienced before. I must be worthy 
of that love, and to do that, I can only offer it back 
to you. I feel I should BE the reward." She said. 

I shook my head again. "My reward is to have you be 
happy and safe. You're one of my sisters."

"You show your love for your sisters in many different 
ways. You support them, and care for them. You protect 
them, and... love them. You use your body to make them 
feel great pleasure. Amy has shared with me many 
pleasures, but she desires the pleasure of your body 
just as much, perhaps more, than she desires the 
pleasures of mine." Liu Si said, carefully.

I had no idea how to respond. Amy was licking and 
fondling my entire fruit basket, so concentration was 
out of the question, but still. My sister's lesbian 
lover was admitting to being second banana? It must have 
shown on my face, because Liu Si smiled. "I do not mean 
that she does not want to make me happy, I mean that she 
puts a great deal of importance on being able to please 
you like a woman should. Like Karen does. In addition to 
taking pleasure FROM you, she wants to give pleasure TO 
you, every way she can."

I said nothing. Amy tickled my foreskin with her tongue 
and quietly went "Alalalalaaaa" but I knew she had to be 
listening. Liu Si leaned closer and kissed my cheek. "I 
would respectfully ask that you allow me to share with 
you the same... devotion. You are a wonderful man, and 
your sisters love you very much. You three have welcomed 
me into your home, and in one instance, your bed." Here 
she shot a blushingly smug look at Amy, who giggled 
throatily. "I want to share with you what you share with 
them. Amy and Karen say I am their adopted sister; I 
want to adopt you too. I want to love you the way they 
love you. I want you to love me the way you love them."

I was speechless all over again. I just gaped at her. 
She quickly continued. "I promise to learn what you 
like, although I cannot promise that I can take you in 
my...bottom the way Amy has practiced. I will try my 
best, if that is what you wish, just please allow me to 
show you as much love and devotion that they share with 
you. You have done so much for me. I would like to show 
you how grateful I am, and how much I love and 
appreciate your kindness."

"Wait, you don't have to do all that, or even any of 
that. You're welcome to stay and live with us, and BE 
with us, without having sex." I finally found my voice, 
which was a bit hoarse and high-pitched with stress. 
"You're safe here. We ALL love you. Love and sex aren't 
the same thing."

"I know." She said calmly, although clearly trying to 
convince me. "I want both, just as the three of you 
share. Amy is very good to me, but she also desires 
greatly the... activities you share with Karen. How 
could I also not desire something so ... desirable? 
Karen is the happiest woman I think I have ever seen. 
She glows when you are around. I want that feeling too."

A sudden thought occurred to me. "Wait, does Karen know 
about this? About you wanting to be with me?"

Liu Si blushed and nodded. "I asked her right after you 
came home from the hospital. I told her how I felt, and 
asked if her I ever got up the courage to ask you, would 
she allow it."

"What was her answer?" I was curious to know. She never 
even hinted she knew.

"First she asked me a lot of questions; did I love you, 
WHY did I want to be with you, did I understand how 
serious this was, and so on. I answered all the 
questions honestly, and she finally hugged me and gave 
her blessing. She even told me that if I wanted or 
needed her help, she would give it." Liu Si smiled at 
me. "She is so kind and generous. She could have said 
no."

Amy had slowed down her motions on my dick, and was just 
stroking it slowly and firmly up and down, watching us, 
and listening thoughtfully. "What do you think of this?" 
I asked Amy. She looked at me, and smiled happily. 

"I also knew something like this might be coming, 
because she asked me before she even approached Karen. I 
just didn't realize it was quite this soon." She gave my 
dick a playful lick. "The important question is what do 
YOU think of it?" She bopped my erection against her 
cheek gently, watching me.

I looked at Liu Si, who seemed quite sincere. I looked 
back at Amy. "Well, your girlfriend is asking me to make 
love to her, with you in the same room. I would 
understand if you didn't like the idea of sharing her."

Amy shrugged. "She doesn't belong to me. Besides, she's 
sharing me with you. She's even helping me get ready to 
be fucked by you. How could I refuse to let her feel the 
same way? I'm proud of her for asking! But back to you: 
homegirl just laid her soul bare for you. What's your 
answer?" Amy's hand stopped.

There was only one answer: "Of course I'll love you 
too." I said. "But you don't HAVE to do any of those 
things."

Liu Si smiled so hard I thought her face would cramp. 
She spoke rapidly in Chinese, and actually cried 
momentarily, bowing. "She says 'thank you so much" over 
and over." Amy said, a little misty herself. I reached 
up and hugged Liu Si close, who murmured a familiar 
sentence in my ear, again, in Chinese. It was the same 
sentence Amy had spoken in the kitchen, weeks ago, right 
before Mrs. Klemp had gone into the hospital. "What does 
that mean, anyway?" I asked.

She blushed. "It is from a folk tale from China. It is 
about a princess who fell in love with a young palace 
guard, and although they were forbidden to be together, 
she would leave flowers for him, from her private 
garden. And each time, she would leave him a note, 
saying "I have saved my most tender blossoms for you." 

They eventually eloped, and pursued by the Imperial 
army, they died crossing a flooded bridge. But at that 
spot, each spring, flowers grew, flowers that bloomed 
nowhere else in the world." She smiled at me. "What I 
spoke was her note: "I have saved my most tender 
blossoms for you." I have always thought it sounded like 
a very romantic promise."

It was beautiful, and yet still very erotic. I grinned 
at her, and she grinned back, and giggled. "When did you 
want to start?" I asked, still a little in shock.

"I had hoped, but did not really expect that you would 
say yes, I had no plans beyond asking, so far." She 
admitted, blushing again.

"Well, whenever you're ready, I'll teach you what he 
likes," Amy said, and proceeded to demonstrate her 
excellent oral skills, as she slurped and sucked my 
cock, using both hands to stroke and squeeze. I knew I 
wasn't going to last too much longer.

"Actually," She said a moment later, "one of the most 
important things about making love to him is about to 
happen. I'm about to make him cum." Another slurp.

Liu Si moved back down towards Amy. Amy continued. "When 
he cums, you have to get it all, and you shouldn't waste 
any of it. It should be inside you, either your mouth, 
or anywhere else. If you spill some, try to clean it up. 
His cum is the prize for what you did; you earned it."

I don't know where Amy got that from, I sure didn't tell 
her that, but the idea that it is just as special to 
them as it is to me made me feel really nice. The idea 
that my semen is the reward they get for their hard work 
just makes me feel awesome. Amy continued to instruct.

"So when he cums, he makes a LOT, so it usually helps to 
just start swallowing. It tastes... well, *I* think it 
tastes great, and I know Karen likes it too, but it 
might not be what you expect. A little salty, and a 
little bit metallic, but it's so slippery and hot. I 
love it!" More stroking with her hands while she talked. 
Liu Si was very attentive.

"The first time I did it, he was asleep and it went all 
over me. I pretended I was asleep too, because I was 
scared, but I managed to taste it anyway. I fell in love 
with it right then. When we had my fancy 'first time' 
dinner, he shot it all right in my mouth, and I swear to 
god I almost came right then, just from that. Then he 
came inside Karen, and she let me lick it out of her 
pussy! MMMM!" She hugged herself with the hand that 
wasn't caressing me. "SO good!"

"I remember what they said from the video tape you 
showed me," Liu Si said, "his semen is his sacred 
essence."

I had a sudden thought about all the sacred essence I 
had squirted into Kleenex over the years. Heck, my 
cleanup towel would probably qualify as a Holy Relic. 
"Now, wait." I said, "where did you get all this from?"

Amy waved her hand. "The 'how-to' tape with all the kids 
on it. They talk about how important it is to make sure 
you treat the cum with respect, because it's like an 
extension of you. It's *your* sperm, *your* DNA, *your* 
life-force, and if we're spitting it out and wasting it, 
then it's like a rejection of you. If we're going to 
give you an orgasm, we also need to correctly deal with 
the final part of it, it's only fair."

"I don't think that kiddy porn tape should be used as a 
reference when it comes to 'How You Should Act," I said, 
but Amy was already shaking her head.

"That WAS in there, but that's not the only reason I 
feel this way. Here's my other thought. When you lick 
us, you're tasting us the entire time, swallowing our 
juices, it's unavoidable, and you do it with such good 
grace. We should be at LEAST equally happy about your 
cum. Plus, I love it, plus it tastes good, plus it's 
very special. So stop complaining." And she started 
sucking again, in earnest. I moaned with the sensation, 
and Liu Si grinned at me.

"He is so big and strong, yet when you have him in your 
mouth, he is helpless." Liu Si murmured to Amy.

"That surrender, when he gives in to me and I have total 
command of his pleasure, is EXTREMELY sexy. I feel so 
awesome." Amy gloated to her, and went right back down 
on my cock.

"It shows how much trust he places in you." Liu Si said, 
rubbing my left thigh, but watching Amy. "That kind of 
love and... closeness, that is just like what WE share."

Amy purred her answer. "MMMmmmmmm Hmmmmmmm."

Liu Si turned to me. "Thank you for being willing to 
share your love with me. I am so honored."

"No problem," I managed. Lola is going to *shit* when 
she finally finds out about all this, was all I could 
think.

Amy pulled off again, cruelly delaying what felt like a 
HUGE orgasm building. "Ok, so I'm going to make him cum 
in my mouth, and I'll put some in your hand so you can 
smell it and taste it, ok? I'll share some of it with 
you."

Liu Si looked both happy and nervous at the same time. 
I'm sure I did too.

Amy went to town on my dick, sucking, squeezing, 
stroking, fondling, tugging gently at my balls, just 
making everything go crazy. I tried to be quiet and 
still, but I know I was moaning and writhing. Liu Si 
watched me in delight, looking back at Amy from time to 
time.

Eventually, (and yet still too soon,) I felt that 
tightening, as my balls drew up to fire.

"Oh, Amy!" I gasped, my heartbeat roaring in my ears, 
"I'm... Unnh! Ahhh!" And off I went.

Amy immediately slid her hand down to the base of my 
cock, her other hand gently rubbing my balls as they 
tensed over and over, firing my load into her mouth. 
Amy's lips were clamped onto my cockhead, and I could 
see her cheeks hollow as she sucked me, still squirting.

As I began to subside, she flicked the tip of my dick 
with her tongue, and pulled off, after swiping her thumb 
up the underside of my cock to make sure she got it all 
out.

Liu Si was fidgeting nonstop in her excitement, as she 
held her palm up and Amy dribbled a little of my cum, 
about a teaspoon, into her open hand. I was enthralled, 
not only because that was a FANTASTIC orgasm, but 
because I was watching Liu Si and Amy play with my cum.

First, she smelled it. Then, she carefully smelled it 
again. She sighed happily. "I like the way it smells." 
She announced, and then dipped a finger in it, smearing 
it around her palm, rubbing it between that thumb and 
forefinger. "It DOES feel slippery." She said, and 
giggled nervously. Finally, she raised that thumb and 
forefinger to her mouth, and gingerly sucked them clean. 

She ran her tongue around in her mouth thoughtfully. "I 
don't think I got enough to taste that time." She 
quickly scooped up about half of what she had and 
transferred it to her mouth. She closed her eyes and 
just sat there for a moment, moving her tongue around 
inside her mouth, as if rolling it and tasting it. 
Finally, she swallowed with a happy sigh, and licked her 
palm clean. 

"I DO like it. It is a little metallic and very thick, 
but not in a bad way. I definitely like your cum, Will. 
Thank you." She said, blushing. I was beyond words.

Amy pointed to her face, her lips pursed, her cheeks 
obviously still full of my seed. "Mmmm?" She seemed to 
ask, as if saying "More?" Liu Si nodded excitedly and 
held out her cupped hand. "Yes, please!" 

Amy leaned over and dribbled about a tablespoon's worth 
into her hand, then sat up, and gestured for Liu Si to 
move closer. Carefully holding her hand so as not to 
spill it, Liu Si did so. Amy knelt higher and smoothed 
Liu Si's hair back, gesturing for her to tilt her head 
back. 

Obediently, Liu Si tossed her head back and opened her 
mouth, and I watched, utterly shocked, as Amy dribbled 
my cum straight from her mouth into Liu Si's open mouth. 
My god, if I hadn't JUST cum, I would have done so all 
over again. As it was, all I could do was groan in 
amazement. My cock was already getting hard again.

Amy's other hand had never left the base of my cock, and 
as she swallowed what she had left with relish, she 
kissed my cock again. "Ready already?" She asked, 
delighted. My cock was getting harder, but the head of 
it still felt too sensitive to touch. "I think it needs 
to rest a little bit," I said helplessly, and she 
pouted.

Liu Si finally licked and swallowed what was in her 
hand, and I could see her flushed with excitement. "That 
was VERY good!" She (perhaps literally) gushed.

"He needs to rest a little." Amy said, gently caressing 
me in a cool-down kind of maneuver. "I think maybe I was 
too rough."

"No," I spoke up, "that felt amazing, I just need a 
little time to recharge. That was really really hot."

"Do you like watching us play with your cum?" Amy asked 
knowingly. "I know when Karen and I did it, you looked 
so awestruck." She shot me a sidelong glance, grinning 
evilly.

"It might be the hottest thing I've ever seen, better 
than watching you kiss." I admitted, blushing.

"Then we need to kiss!" Amy cried, and she and Liu Si 
immediately did so, kissing hard, their tongues and 
hands roaming. I watched, both grateful and jealous at 
the same time.

When they parted, Liu Si panted "You taste just like 
Will!" causing Amy to grin.

"So did you!" She said, "and it was so good! But before 
we do anything else, we should probably wash our hands 
and brush our teeth. If we've been touching semen, we 
need to clean up before we touch ourselves, especially 
since you're having periods now. Karen takes pills to be 
safe, but you need to be careful."

"Join me in the shower?" Liu Si panted, still hot. Amy 
grinned and nodded. Liu Si galloped upstairs as steadily 
as she could. Amy turned back to me. "Is it ok if I 
leave you like this? My jiaoqi needs my attention 
upstairs." (pretty young wife)

"Go for it, I'm good." I said. "You sure know a lot 
about sex." I mean I knew she did, but today, she 
surprised me all over again, first with the cum worship, 
then with the hygiene concern.

She patted my stomach happily. "Years of secret study, 
and sweaty fantasies." I could hear water running 
upstairs. "Now if you'll excuse me..." and off she ran. 
I tucked myself away and relaxed. Wow.

Several minutes later, the sounds of shared ecstasy 
drifted down from upstairs, and I knew that all was 
right with the world. I love my life. Emptied, 
satisfied, I took another catnap.

Another thing that happened while I was recuperating was 
Lola began spending a lot more time at the house. Many 
an afternoon or evening was spent with her there, 
watching movies with us, or playing board games or video 
games with us. 

Karen especially seemed to be bonding with her, the two 
of them sitting comfortably hip to hip, chatting away 
all through the freaking movie, as if no one were 
actually trying to watch it. They also starting spending 
time outside of the house, the two of them going to the 
mall, or to a locally notorious outdoor flea market, 
where rumor has it, if you know the right person to 
speak to, you could buy anything from endangered species 
to babies.

It was from this outdoor flea market that they brought 
me a cane. It has a red-eyed skull for a knob handle, 
and when you give it a twist and a pull, it reveals an 
18" sword blade. Amy loved it when she saw it. "Maybe 
you can upgrade those dorky crutches," was her exact 
comment. I wasn't sure if it was even legal to carry.

Another thing we got was a driveway alarm box. You put 
this little box on a post at the end of your driveway, 
and if anyone drives past it, it sends a signal back to 
the house, where a larger box makes a noise, like a bell 
or a chime, so you can tell if anyone is in your 
driveway. 

The idea of Kai Long driving in and blocking our 
driveway with the truck had really bothered me. Short of 
putting up a gate, I wanted some way to know when to 
expect visitors. They bolted it to a tree right at the 
start of our driveway, and put the alarm box right next 
to our front door, and it worked, even though our 
driveway is longer than the box said.

Amy also convinced me to not only place an order with 
Adam and Eve, but to pay for next day shipping. We got 
watermelon flavored lubricant, "fizzy" root-beer 
flavored lube, and a few other goodies, like a vibrating 
bullet egg and, of all things, a strap-on. Amy wanted to 
get one that was as big as my penis, but Liu Si 
absolutely put her foot down and insisted we find the 
smallest they had. 

Since she was most likely going to be using it half the 
time, one way or the other, I followed her wishes and 
got the smallest, a little smooth black one called "anal 
beginner for him," about three or four inches long, 
slightly thinner than my thumb. It didn't resemble an 
actual penis, just a slightly ripply candle-shape with a 
gently tapered tip. It didn't vibrate or anything, but 
they seemed so happy when it arrived. (I also made sure 
to get a bottle of Sex Toy Cleaner. Safety and hygiene 
first!)

We seemed to suddenly do a lot more shopping. Karen and 
Lola went the mall or someplace about every two days, 
just walking and talking and being girls. They took Liu 
Si to get her ears pierced, and Amy got a second set of 
piercings down low in her ears at the same time. Liu Si 
was so happy when she got home, she practically glowed. 

She also came home equipped with four sets of earrings, 
one pair picked out by each of the ladies. Amy got her 
these opalescent little hearts, Karen got her little 
glittery blue dolphins, and Lola picked out a set of 
very small hoops that were banded like a rainbow. For 
herself, Liu Si picked out a pair featuring a single 
pearl on a tiny silver hoop.

When they got home that night, Lola suggested that they 
have a Jewelry Trading Post, which she said that she and 
her sisters had done periodically when they were young. 
You bring all the jewelry you don't want, or at least 
could live without, and everyone looks and trades their 
old stuff for stuff that is new to them. It turned out 
to be a big hit.

The event took place in the living room. Karen went and 
dug out Mom's old jewelry box and spread it out in the 
middle of the rug. "When this is empty, Liu Si gets it," 
Karen announced, because while she had a little wooden 
chest, and Amy had a Barbie lunchbox for her stuff, Liu 
Si had her new earrings and her shell bracelet in an 
empty Planter's Peanuts can with a plastic lid. 

Mom's old jewelry box was about size of a four-slice 
side-by-side toaster, so instantly Liu Si had the 
biggest jewelry box in the house. She was ecstatic, and 
immediately put her earrings and shell bracelet inside 
it.

Lola had run back to her place to get her stuff, and 
returned about half an hour later. "Sorry I took so 
long, I had to make a few phone calls. Karen, could I 
get your help?" she called from the kitchen, and Karen 
jumped up and ran off. Amy began spreading Mom's old 
stuff out, separating the necklaces and rings and 
earrings so you could see what was what.

Karen and Lola reappeared lugging in a jewelry cabinet, 
about three or four feet tall with big double doors. 
"Geez!" Amy cried.

"I called my sisters and told them we wanted to do a 
jewelry trading post, and they gave their permission to 
use Mom's old jewelry. Other than a few specific pieces 
that were family heirlooms, or they had special memories 
of, the rest is up for grabs." Lola panted, finally 
maneuvering the cabinet into place on the rug. I wished 
I could help them, but I knew I wouldn't have been able 
to manage that and crutches at the same time.

"How much stuff is in there?" I asked, a little amazed.

Lola poofed air from her lower lip. "Lots." She said. 
"Mom used to sell Avon, so there's a lot of stuff in 
here that's kinda junky, but maybe it's old enough to be 
cool again." She sat on the floor next to it, and opened 
it. Dozens of necklaces hung on little hooks on the 
inside of the doors, and little shelves held all kinds 
of stuff. She pulled out the bottom shelf, glanced at it 
briefly, and dumped its contents into a little pile in 
her lap.

Sorting through the pile quickly, she tossed a few back 
into the shelf. "I know I said trading post, but you 
guys can pretty much take what you like from whatever 
isn't in this shelf."

"Cool!" Amy cheered. "We dumped out Mom's, so you can 
pick from that too."

And away they went. Lola observed how most of Mom's 
earrings seemed to be big hoops with various things on 
them. Amy found a brooch (if that's the right word) in 
Mrs. Klemp's pile that depicted a silver cat riding a 
gold bicycle, and everyone laughed. "Some of that Avon 
stuff was really tacky," Lola said, and held up what 
looked like a ruby-encrusted fire hydrant pin.

Rings, necklaces, brooches and pendants changed hands, 
sometimes twice. Lola happily took a few of Karen's old 
pieces, and Amy dug through the cast-off piles with Liu 
Si, helping her fill her new jewelry box with shiny 
things. Liu Si also chose the cat on a bike, and Amy 
made sure to give her the butterfly earrings she had 
been keeping for her. Every one of the ladies had a 
great time. I had a good time just watching them have 
fun.

Amy put clip-on earrings all the way up her ears, then 
took them off and put on every necklace that was still 
on the rug. "I'm ready for my rap video!" She crowed.

"Will doesn't have anything." Liu Si pointed out, and 
then they all dove into the pile looking for stuff for 
me, despite my protests that I didn't need anything. 
Other than a digital wristwatch and a pocket watch with 
an eagle on it, my total jewelry in this world is 
limited to a few necklaces. 

I have a tiny gold cross with a diamond-ish stone in the 
middle of it on a gold chain, a pewter skull with a 
dagger stuck through it on a black string (which I think 
came from one of those big gumball machines), and a pair 
of dog tags that say WILLIAM. Oh, and a WWJD bracelet 
with various pony beads on a leather thong, that I made 
years ago when Mrs. Klemp thought we might enjoy going 
to vacation bible school.

Soon, I was being offered several different baubles, 
some for laughs, and some for real. I ended up selecting 
a larger cross necklace, a few stud pins that I figured 
I could use for tie-tacks, and a lapel pin that 
resembled a poker hand. (royal flush, hearts.) I refused 
a pendant resembling a 2" wide daisy, and a brooch 
resembling a woman's red sun hat with a purple band.

Lola and Amy had put three or four rings on each of 
their fingers and were waggling them at each other, 
saying things like "Oh, hel-LO DAH-ling, how WON-derful 
to see you again." "SIM-ply de-LIGHT-ful, I MUST say." 
and having a great time being silly. Karen and Liu Si 
got up and went to go make supper, and I laid back and 
shut my eyes for a while.

I awoke to someone stroking my forehead and eyebrows. 
Opening my eyes, I saw Lola smiling at me. "Hi there." 
she purred. "Hi." I smiled at her. It took me a second 
to realize that although she was kneeling very close, 
leaning against me, her face mere inches away, she 
wasn't the one rubbing my forehead. I looked up as high 
as I could, and saw Amy perched above me, her face 
upside down to in reference to mine. "Hee hee hee," Amy 
giggled.

"You looked so peaceful," Lola said gently, happily.

"She was checking you out." Amy said matter-of-factly, 
and Lola blushed hard. "Amy!"

"It's ok," Amy reassured her as she tried to back away 
in embarrassment. I quickly got my arm around her and 
didn't let her withdraw. "Really, it is." I told her. 
She stopped fighting me *almost* instantly, and leaned 
against me again, putting her hand on my chest.

"You're not supposed to TELL him I'm checking him out." 
Lola scolded Amy gently. "That's not being a very good 
wingman."

"Yes it is. I'm HIS wingman, too." Amy stated. "I see 
how you both look at each other. Stop wasting time and 
admit it. You like-like him." 

Lola goggled at her, her cheeks still burning with 
blush, her mouth open in surprise. I looked up at Amy as 
well. THIS was uncharacteristically blunt, even for her. 
Amy has never been one to mince words, but damn. "Amy, 
don't push it." I said carefully. She looked down at me.

"I'm trying to tell her it's ok! I know she likes you, 
and we ALL like her, so it's ok!" Amy was starting to 
seem exasperated. "We girls all love her, and we know 
how lonely she is, and I want her to know it doesn't 
have to be like that."

"Amy, I-I..." Lola took a deep breath and shut her eyes. 
I could tell how uncomfortable she was. She pushed away 
from me just a bit, and I let go of her.

"That's enough." I said firmly to Amy. Amy took another 
look at Lola and saw her distress. "Uh oh, no it isn't."

She quickly climbed down off the arm of the couch and 
knelt in front of Lola, taking both her hands. "I'm 
sorry, I wasn't trying to embarrass you, I just wanted 
you to know that it's ok. ALL of us like you and accept 
you. You are so beyond awesome, and I think you really 
like Will, and we're all happy about it. Especially 
Will, I know he likes you too, because he told us 
already." Lola's eyes popped open, and she looked at me. 
I knew SHE knew that I liked her, but I don't think she 
knew that Amy knew.

"We don't have a lot of secrets in this house," I said 
gently, apologetically. "Possibly none at all. They know 
I like you, and since they like you too, they want each 
of us to be happy, and they know you're not."

"It's not that easy, darling," Lola said to Amy, a 
single tear trickling down her cheek. "I'm going through 
some stuff of my own, and I'm not really ready to go 
again. Not yet."

"I know," Amy said, patting Lola's hands, "but I didn't 
want any of that STUFF to be concerns about liking Will, 
whether or not it's "OK" for you to like him, or how the 
rest of us would react. We're on board. I don't CARE 
that he's younger than you, I don't CARE that you're a 
divorcee, you're not damaged goods, you're amazing! 
Don't let guilt or fear be any part of it, ok? I mean 
it."

Lola cried silently for a few seconds, just looking at 
Amy. I was SURE that Amy had hurt her feelings, really 
put her foot in it, until Lola croaked "How did you get 
so SMART?" and pulled Amy in for a big hug. I was 
dumbfounded.

As they parted, Amy spoke again. "I was right, wasn't I? 
Maybe you felt like you weren't good enough."

Lola held up her thumb and forefinger practically 
touching. "Maybe just a little?" She chuckled/cried. "I 
know how picky you were about those other girls he 
dated, and how sad you were when he did."

"Oh, come ON," Amy said, real annoyance in her tone. 
"Don't you even DARE put yourself in the same universe 
as those disgusting tramps." She leaned forward and 
cupped Lola's face in her hands. "You're SO much better 
than them. You're Lola Klemp! You scare cops and make 
convenience store clerks burn with jealousy! You are 
smart, funny, tons of fun, and pure hotness!" Amy shook 
Lola's head gently. "Now stop acting like you're not 
awesome!" Amy kissed her on the cheek. "Please." She 
added, gently. She let go of Lola's face.

Lola was dumbstruck, blushing, out of breath. I tried to 
step in. "I'm sorry for the ambush." I said. "I didn't 
know that was going to happen."

"It's NOT an ambush!" Amy snapped at me. "She needs to 
know she's allowed to have feelings."

Lola reached out and took my hand, and Amy's "No, it's 
ok. She's right. I needed to know that it was... wrong 
to be afraid," She finally said.

Amy squeezed the hand she was holding. "I have something 
for you. After watching you at the hospital, and when 
"Dad" was here, I wanted to tell you that when you're in 
lawyer mode, you are SO hot and cool. I don't know if 
it's the suit or what, but you're so focused and smart 
that I just get so jealous. I wish I was that cool." 
Lola blushed, but started to smile again.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said, but Amy quickly stood. 
"I made something for you, if you'd wear it next time 
you're being an attorney, it would make me so happy. 
Consider it part of your lawyer gear."

Amy went to her Barbie lunchbox and came back with a 
gold chain. As she walked closer I could see it wasn't 
just the boring, oval links kind of chain, but one of 
the ones where the links interlock, the fancy kind. 
Lola's eyebrows raised.

When Amy knelt back down, she let the chain drop and 
hang from her fingers to reveal a shark's tooth, the 
base wrapped in gold wire, forming the pendant. The 
tooth was white-ish grey, the base a darker blue-grey, 
and it was serrated and wicked as hell. Lola looked like 
she was about to laugh nervously, but Amy spoke up. 

"When I see this, it says 'I'm dangerous.' Not like 
you're the shark, but like you BEAT the shark and took 
the tooth. You're tough. Look, but don't presume to 
touch. That sort of thing. When I saw you in your power 
suit, dealing with those detectives, you looked sleek 
and beautiful, but sharp and deadly. It made me think of 
this, and I wanted you to have it."

Lola was moved, I could tell. She gently reached out, 
and Amy draped the chain across her hand. "Attorneys are 
sometimes compared to sharks, but I've never heard it 
put quite that way before." She looked at it for a 
moment, then at Amy. "Thank you. I'm honored."

"I think we've made some real progress today." Amy said, 
suddenly joking. "Let's work on those feelings and pick 
it up from there next session."

Lola and I both laughed. Liu Si came in and stopped 
abruptly, standing with her feet together, her elbows 
out, and her fingers locked together, almost like 
someone about to start singing. "Dinner is served!" She 
announced, and then saw Lola's eyes, which were a little 
red. "Are you ok?" She ran over, but Lola waved her 
hands placatingly. "Yeah, I'm good."

Amy patted Lola on the shoulder from where she knelt 
beside her on the floor. "Just giving her some Tough 
Love." Lola rolled her eyes but laughed.

I started preparing myself to move, bathroom stop first, 
then to my throne at the head of the table. Dinner 
smelled good, whatever it was.

It turned out to be pasta with cauliflower, broccoli, 
and white sauce, with boneless pork chops. Mmmm mmmmmm. 
We enjoyed the meal and the togetherness, Lola perhaps 
most of all.

"When I'm not here, I eat like crap," She admitted, 
wiping her mouth. "TV dinners and microwave brownies 
every night. This is SO good."

"Eww, TV dinners aren't FOOD," Amy said.

"I know, I know," Lola said, "but I figure if it's just 
me, why go to any trouble. It's not laziness, it's time 
management and energy conservation."

"Suuuuuure it is," Karen laughed.

"Your mother used to cook for them, is that right?" Liu 
Si asked Lola.

"She did," Lola said.

"What if we cooked for you now?" Liu Si said. "Since we 
are cooking for us, we can make more and bring it to you 
as well?" She glanced at Karen, who lit up like a 
Christmas tree.

"That is a GREAT idea!" Karen said, and Amy added 
"That's my Hu Die! Super genius!"

Lola put down her fork. "No, you guys, that would be way 
too much trouble!" 

Liu Si stuck out her tongue. "No, it is not. We shall do 
it." And then she went back to eating. I grinned at 
Lola, who didn't know what to say. 

"You guys are too good to me. I'm gonna get spoiled." 
she finally managed. "As soon as our hero is back on his 
feet, I'm so taking you guys out to dinner at least 
twice a week."

"Let's go out for barbecue next time!" Amy said, 
excitedly, and I agreed.

Soon, dinner was done and we were all back in the living 
room, watching something on The Discovery Channel 
involving movie stunts. I was reclined on my couch, Lola 
and Karen were curled up on the other couch, and Amy and 
Liu Si were laying side by side on their bellies on the 
floor, making a game of kicking each other's feet. Liu 
Si got up to get something to drink after a while, and 
returned carrying Lola's purse. "It was ringing." She 
said.

Lola thanked her and got it out. The phone call was long 
gone, but she listened to the message with a look of 
surprise. "It was Detective Cooper. They finally got a 
response on Kai Long's fingerprints from the FBI. It 
seems that the Chinese Consulate has asked for Kai Long 
to be remanded to them. And his real name is apparently 
(who cares)."

Everybody kinda got tense. "What does that mean?" Liu Si 
asked.

"It sounds like the police in China want us to give Kai 
Long to them." Lola said.

"To be punished, or to be set free when he is not in 
America anymore?" Liu Si asked, growing more concerned. 
Amy put her arm around her.

"I don't know. Let me call him back. Ugh," Lola sighed, 
and got up to go to the kitchen. Karen and I shared a 
nervous look.

After a few minutes, Lola returned. "Ok," she said. 
"Detective Cooper still wants to have dinner with me." I 
laughed, but Amy and Liu Si both scolded her for not 
just spilling it.

"He doesn't know. They're not doing anything yet, until 
they learn why China wants him back. They don't HAVE to 
give him up, so they won't do it unless the Chinese have 
a good reason, better than assault with a deadly 
weapon." She sat next to Karen again. "He says they 
expect to know more by the end of next week."

"I hope he doesn't get sent back, they might just let 
him buy his way out." Karen said, holding hands with 
Lola again.

"Well, most of his assets are probably here, so I don't 
know just what he would be able to buy if he gets 
deported, or remanded or whatever. Plus, they won't let 
him go just because China asked. It's probably way more 
complicated than just them saying, "Hey, we want that 
guy," and we ship him over," Lola said. "But I've got a 
feeling that this could be something positive. He brings 
people here illegally, and the People's Republic of 
China HATES that, considers it an embarrassment that 
anyone wants to leave, so if they want him, it's not 
going to be to shake his hand."

Lola's logic calmed the girls, and soon we were all 
relaxed again.

Much later, we turned off the TV and took turns hugging 
Lola goodbye. She knelt to put her arms around me, where 
I lay semi-reclined on the couch. I hugged her tightly, 
and she practically melted into my arms. "Sigh," She 
said, literally.

I kissed her ear. "Until next time," I breathed into it, 
and she shuddered happily. "I told you not to DO that," 
She blushed, and swatted me on the shoulder. She stood 
and collected her purse, and Karen walked with her out 
to the kitchen. I struggled to my feet, and with Amy's 
help, got myself upstairs to the bathroom. When I came 
out, into my room, Amy was waiting there, twisting her 
hands.

"Could I ask you a really weird question and not freak 
you out?" Amy said. I looked carefully at her. "HOW 
weird?"

"Like don't tell Karen or Liu Si weird?" Amy winced 
hopefully.

"Is it a sex thing?" I had a feeling.

"No. I mean for some people it might be, but for me it's 
more of a "really curious" question," Amy said.

"Um," I said, not sure if I wanted to know where this 
was going. Ah, hell. "What is it?"

"It made me think when I saw you crutching into the 
bathroom. About how you're supposed to pee if you need 
both hands onto hold your crutches," Amy said.

"I've been sitting down," I said, and Amy's face fell a 
little. 

"Oh." she said. I looked closely at her. "Why do you 
ask?"

She blushed hard. "I was thinking, um, maybe you could 
use a hand?" She winced. "Like let me hold it and... aim 
it while you pee? I would be SO careful."

"So rather than offer to hold my crutch, you thought of 
holding my penis for me?" I asked, in disbelief. "When 
I'm peeing?"

"I always think of holding your penis, not just when 
you're peeing." She said defensively.

"Thank you for your concern, but that won't be 
necessary. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to 
sleep." I crutched past her.

"Will you at least think about it?" She asked, hopping a 
little. "In the spirit of education? Scientific 
exploration? I'm going to be taking biology next year!"

"Good night, Amy," I said, turning to kiss her on the 
forehead.

"You didn't say no, though. There's hope!" She said, 
backing to the door.

"Fine. No," I said, trying not to laugh at her, despite 
myself.

"You didn't MEAN it!" she shot back, and shut the door 
of her room.

Good grief. I went to bed. Karen came in to check on me 
before she went to bed, and gave me a kiss. Soon, I was 
blissfully asleep.

Until I felt a hand on my left ankle. I jumped awake, 
and fumbled for the lamp by my bed, but when I turned it 
on, all I could see was a lump under my covers, down by 
my feet. My visitor had dived (dove? doven?) under the 
blankets, and was currently crawling carefully up my 
body. As they reached my knee, I spoke up. "Who-" I 
began, but was shushed by someone under the blanket. 

"Shhhh!" Little hands tugged at my underwear, and I 
carefully raised up my hips, trying to favor my bad leg. 
My underwear was whisked down my legs, to my knees, and 
I pulled my left leg out so that the underwear didn't 
have to pass over my bandages. My visitor continued her 
climb up my left side.

Judging from the amount of weight I felt pressing into 
the mattress, it wasn't Karen, so I whispered "Amy, what 
are you doing?" I lifted up the blanket, and could make 
out a shadowy shape with long black hair. But instead of 
blueberries, I caught a trace of Cucumber Melon Mint. It 
was Liu Si! (Now that I think about it, thank god I'd 
never seen The Grudge yet, or the "crawling up the bed 
in the dark" thing would have seriously freaked me out.)

She finished her climb, half on the mattress, half on 
me, and lay down on my left side, her body pressed 
against (and, indeed, partly covering) mine. "Hello." 
She blushed. "I wanted to surprise you."

"I'm surprised. Well done," I said, stunned. I couldn't 
move much, as she was laying on my left arm, but she 
felt very warm and not very clothed under that blanket. 
"Where's Amy?"

"She is asleep. You know how that goes." Liu Si smiled 
at me. Did I ever. Amy could sleep through a tornado. "I 
wanted to... be with you."

"I'm a little surprised she isn't here to help." I said, 
my mouth running without brain oversight. Liu Si pouted 
a little frown. "This is not about her. This is about 
me, and you."

I apologized immediately. "I'm so sorry. Of course it 
is." Liu Si brightened back up again. "It's nice to see 
you." I said sincerely.

Liu Si giggled. "When I was first learning English, 
instead of saying 'it is nice to see you' I would 
accidentally say 'It is nice to look at you.' People 
were confused."

"Well, it is definitely nice to look at you too." I 
said. "I don't remember if I told you this yet, but I 
think you are very beautiful." She blushed and touched 
my chin with her fingertip.

"I am glad you think so." she said, "But I wanted to 
talk to you before we... did anything."

"Go right ahead." I said.

"Amy is very excited about sexual intercourse, both in 
her vagina, and in her... bottom." Liu Si said, her eyes 
searching my face uncertainly.

"But you aren't." I guessed. Liu Si shook her head.

"Not that I NEVER would, it is just... the idea that 
something as big as your... erect penis, fitting inside 
my vagina or my bottom is... a little scary. It seems so 
big, and I KNOW I am not big enough for it," she said, 
almost as if apologizing.

"I understand," I said. And I really did. Knowing that 
Karen bled and limped for a few days would certainly be 
off-putting, I mean if I were a girl. It was a little 
scary anyway, even with being a guy, I was afraid I had 
hurt her.

"I KNOW I promised I would learn everything you like, 
but I do not think I am ready for that. I was hoping 
that we could do other things when we are together," Liu 
Si said, looking up at me as if prepared for my 
disappointment. I made sure to keep a warm smile on my 
face.

"That's perfectly fine. I would never make you do 
something in bed you didn't want to do," I said. I got 
my arm out from under her and put it around her. She was 
apparently topless under my blanket. "You're naked!" I 
pretended to gasp, and she giggled.

"No, I am wearing panties. Striped ones, with a little 
kitty cat on the front." She corrected me. "Even though 
I do not feel ready for intercourse, I still wanted to 
share intimacy with you. Amy already proved to me that 
you like... oral sex, and when we use our hands."

"I also like kissing and hugging," I said. "We could 
start there, of course." I stroked my thumb up and down 
her naked back, under the blanket, and she stretched 
against me and almost purred. "I LOVE your hands." She 
said dreamily. "They are so strong. When Amy and I were 
rubbing on you in the living room, the night she took 
you all the way in her throat? I got SO... excited, 
rubbing your hands."

"Really?" I asked. That was kinda neat. I never thought 
of hands as something sexy, but I like the idea that she 
liked mine. I reached my right hand over and used both 
hands to rub and caress her back and shoulders. She 
sighed and squirmed gently against me. "This is a good 
way to start," she said happily. "I was nervous about 
just coming in and grabbing your penis as the first 
thing I did."

"I can understand that," I said, and rubbed all the way 
up and down her back, grabbing her butt through her 
panties, which made her emit a tiny growl of happiness. 
"So what can I do for you?" I asked her.

"What do you mean?" She looked up at me.

"Well, if you're going to be using your mouth and your 
hands on me, what can I do to make YOU feel good?" I 
asked, and she blushed a little. I stroked her cheek 
gently with my fingertips, and her eyelids fluttered 
happily.

"How about I use my mouth and my hands on you in 
return?" I asked, and she blushed even harder. "That 
would be... very nice, I think." She murmured in a tiny 
voice. "Amy said you are very good, that when you licked 
her in the dining room she had never cum so hard in her 
life. Until me, that is." She gave me a little grin. 

I smiled back at her. "Good for you," I said sincerely. 
We cuddled, gently hugging and caressing for a few 
moments.

"I would like to touch you," Liu Si said. "To sit on you 
and just touch your body. May I do that?" She bit her 
lip nervously. "Of course, get up here," I said.

Liu Si grinned and climbed the rest of the way on top of 
me, although keeping the blanket around her shoulders 
and her body close to mine, as if she wasn't quite 
comfortable being naked with me. "Want me to turn the 
light off?" I asked, pointing at the blanket.

"No, I just..." She took a deep breath. "I got a little 
too much sun, and my bikini left lines on my skin, and I 
feel a little... what is the right word? Self 
conscience?"

"Self conscious," I said. "It means that you feel like 
everyone is staring at you."

"Yes, that is right," she said, straddling my waist, one 
hand keeping the blanket pulled around her shoulders 
like a robe. She was sitting upright, one hand free of 
the blankets, but otherwise she was wrapped up in a way 
that can only be described as cumbersome. "Amy is the 
only person I have ever intentionally shown myself naked 
to."

"I could turn the light off," I offered again, but she 
shook her head. "No, I would like to see YOU, just... I 
feel silly the way I look."

"How about I close my eyes," I said. "I promise not to 
look until your silly feeling wears off. But I promise 
you, even if you were polka-dotted, you would still be 
beautiful to me."

She blushed and looked so happy. "Ok. But now you must 
close your eyes."

I did. I felt the blankets being tossed aside, and 
moments later, two warm little hands pressed against the 
sides of my waist, right above where she straddled me. 
The little hands slowly worked their way up my stomach 
to my ribs, back and forth, stroking and caressing. I 
could hear her sigh happily. "Amy loves it when you have 
your suit on, I love it when you have your shirt off," 
she said thoughtfully. My cock twitched at the contact 
of her hands on my skin, but I couldn't tell what it was 
really doing.

"Well, Amy's seen me without my shirt a million times, 
so the suit is new and exciting," I said.

She stroked my chest with both hands, lightly touching 
my nipples, but not pinching them or anything. Amy must 
have warned her. "You are not too hairy, either," she 
said. "Amy has movies with different guys, and they are 
all hairy like monkeys. It is very gross. I like your 
skin. Amy is soft and smooth, like me, but your skin is 
firmer, and stronger." She happily smoothed her hands 
across my collarbones, and I could feel her hair tickle 
me, where it finally touched me as she leaned forward.

(I'm not hairless, just what hair there is on my torso 
and arms is very light and downy, altogether non-
committal. I have a little ring of darker hair around my 
bellybutton of all places, then a polite trail right 
down to my accessories. I see guys in porno movies who 
shave down there, and I don't think I could ever stand 
that. Could you imagine the stubble growing back? 
Yeeowch.)

I put my hands around her waist, and she gasped happily. 
I began to caress and massage her back and the sides of 
her waist, right along the waistline of her panties. She 
writhed against me a little, and I smoothed my hands 
slooooowwwwly up her torso, until my thumbs found her 
(rock-hard) nipples, which I stroked very gently. She 
practically grabbed me with her fingernails, and gave a 
soft little cry of delight. "Ah!" Her little voice in 
ecstasy finally got my cock to admit it was getting 
erect, nudging upwards, starting to feel good.

I slid both hands up her chest, as if cupping her very, 
very small breasts, more like suggestions of where 
breasts might someday be. I stroked outwards along her 
collarbones, not firmly enough to feel the bump where 
the one had healed, but just touching her skin lightly 
with my fingertips. I gently, gently put my hands around 
her neck and stroked her chin and cheeks with my thumbs. 
She continued rubbing my chest and arms. "I like this 
very much." She said breathlessly.

I carefully pulled her down for a kiss, and as her hair 
draped around my face, our lips touched, tentatively at 
first, but then stronger. Every one of the girls seems 
to kiss differently. Karen's kisses are soft, but 
confident, slow and warm. 

Amy's kisses are hard and aggressive, but also playful, 
nibbling your lip or your tongue, darting away 
momentarily to kiss your nose or your chin. Lola kissing 
you is like a formal dance, like a waltz or something, 
taking and giving equally, balanced but sincere. Liu Si 
starts out timid and soft, but works her way almost into 
"Amy kiss" territory, getting stronger and harder, more 
insistent. 

Liu Si also forgets to breathe, kissing you for a 
minute, and then suddenly breaking away for a gasp of 
air. My cock was more than halfway hard.

It was during one of these air breaks that she touched 
my lips with her finger. "I want to say something to 
you, then you can open your eyes and see me, ok?" She 
said, a little nervous. "Ok," I agreed, trying to 
reassure her by my calm attitude.

"I have never exposed myself, my body, to anyone besides 
Amy. You have always told me I was pretty, all of you 
have, but I do not know if I understand it. I do not 
have a body like Karen or Lola, or even like Amy, 
really. Her butt is so cute! I hope someday to be 
beautiful. Right now I hope I am pretty enough to make 
you happy. I know it matters to men."
Her voice was full of self-doubt, even as she prepared 
herself for me to look at her. I had to tell her.

I reached up (with my eyes still shut) and caressed her 
cheek. "You don't understand it?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "I do not know what you find beautiful 
about me, but I hope it is good enough. You may look at 
me now, if you would like."

Before I opened my eyes, before I let her sit up, I 
pulled her in for another kiss, really doing my best, 
caressing her lips with mine, kissing down her chin to 
her neck. She groaned with desire. "Beautiful is what 
you are *right now.*" I said, opening my eyes and 
looking deep into hers. "Your heart, your kindness, your 
patience and gentleness. THAT is what makes you 
beautiful. Your spirit, what's inside." 

Her face inches from mine, she smiled, her eyes getting 
misty. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her up 
into a sitting position. She arched her back and posed 
for me, blushing. "And as far as PRETTY," I said, and 
flexed my PC muscle, making my erection flip up and bump 
her from behind. 

It actually made a little slapping sound as it hit her 
be-pantied buttocks and lower back. *fwap* She jumped 
and turned to look at it, then turned back, blushing. 
"Do that again!" She cooed. I flexed it harder this 
time, making it snap up and smack her butt again. She 
gave a little squeal of happiness and covered her mouth, 
giggling. "He is impatient!" she scolded me, still 
giggling.

"He?" I smiled, looking at her body. Slim hips, tiny 
(albeit erect) nipples, her long limbs accented by their 
slightly darker tone. Being fair-skinned, Liu Si seems 
to sunburn quickly, but it soon fades into a very mild 
tan. I could clearly see where her bikini top had been, 
faint white triangles marking out where her little 
breasts were. (Amy says that she and Liu Si are the Itty 
Bitty Titty Committee.)

"Karen told me she talks to it." Liu Si giggled, her 
eyes sparkling with excitement. I nodded. "She does." I 
grinned. Liu Si reached back and grasped it gently, 
moving it up and down. "Pleased to meet you." Her hands 
felt very soft, and very nice.

I reached up and brushed her nipples with my thumbs, and 
they felt hard and firm, skidding along my thumbs as if 
there was too much friction. I quickly licked my thumbs, 
getting them good and wet, and went back, wetting her 
nipples with my saliva, and rubbing them again.

It made a world of difference. Instead of skidding 
across my thumbs, her nipples slipped and slid in the 
moisture, and with a little bit of circular motion, soon 
my thumbs were twirling around and around her little 
buds. She gasped and stared at me. "Oh my!," she said, 
breathlessly, "Both at once feels VERY good!"

I rubbed them up and down, left and right, in 
corresponding circles, in opposite circles, and she 
responded very well, squeezing me with her legs where 
she straddled me.

I finally looked down low enough to see her panties, 
white with pale blue, pink, and yellow stripes going 
horizontally. A smug Persian cat with a tilted halo was 
silk-screened on the front, looking at me with a knowing 
expression. GOOD KITTY? was written underneath it in 
cutesy script.

"Cute panties," I said. Liu Si smiled and brushed her 
hair out of her eyes. "Amy has on the Bad Kitty pair. 
They are red. The cat is black with little devil horns."

"When we went to the O1iv3 G4rd3n, she mentioned going 
to the bathroom to trade underwear. Is that something 
you two do a lot?" I asked, smiling up at her.

"Mayyyyyybe." She blushed, and reached back to stroke my 
cock again. Again, it felt great. "I like to wear 
matching ones, she likes to trade after a while. It 
makes us feel all tingly and secret."

"I'll make you a deal," I said playfully. "You can keep 
these on until they get wet, then you have to take them 
off. How's that?" She pretended to look shocked, 
although her eyes sparkled. 

"I agree," she said, blushing again. "I am so happy. 
Thank you." Her eyes were still a little misty. I pulled 
her in for another kiss, and put my hands around her 
waist. She cooperated with plenty of enthusiasm.

As we kissed, I slipped my hands down to her thighs, and 
then around to the back, slipping my fingers under her 
panties, cupping her buttocks. I put my fingertips right 
where her buttocks became her legs, and pulled gently, 
spreading her buttocks open, and I also imagine pulling 
her pussy lips apart softly. "Oh!" She gasped quietly, 
as I spread and released, spread and released. She 
squirmed happily against me.

"Scooch down just a little, and stick your butt more up 
in the air," I suggested, and she pushed her hair back 
with one hand and kissed me deeply, her tongue fencing 
with mine, before she did as I asked.

Once she was in position, I carefully pulled her open 
again, and flexed my PC muscle, making my erection flip 
up and bump her. Only this time, instead of hitting her 
buttocks and lower back, it slapped right into the 
little cleft of her butt, the base of my cock nudging 
her pussy as well. She was still protected from direct 
contact by her panties, but the light impact still had a 
pleasurable effect. "Oooh!" She grunted. "Geng!"

"I'm sorry?" I said, not sure what that meant. She 
blushed. "Forgive me, I got excited and forgot. Geng 
means more, so Geng!" She slapped my chest lightly, and 
I flipped my cock again, spanking her little pussy and 
butt. I kept it going, my cock getting bigger and harder 
from the PC muscle flexing, Liu Si giving tiny little 
happy squeals with every impact. Soon, I could feel 
moisture on the top of my dick with every hit.

"Somebody's panties are wet," I said, smiling at her. 
"They are not the ONLY thing!" Liu Si gasped, grinning 
at me.

"Where's that shy girl who got in bed with me?" I asked, 
and she shook her head. "She got so excited that she 
forgot to be shy." Liu Si giggled, and sat up. She ran 
her hands down my torso once, with a hungry growl, and 
then climbed off of me.

Without her blocking my view, I got my first good look 
at my dick. It looked larger than it usually was, easily 
as big as any time Amy or Karen had played with it. 
"Wow!" Liu Si said, staring at it as well. "Do you see 
why I am nervous about putting it inside?"

She moved up close to it, studying it, and put her hand 
on the base. I could feel her warm breath on my 
cockhead, and it felt wonderful. She gave it a quick 
kiss, and then got up on her knees and shimmied her 
panties down. She flopped onto her back and whipped her 
panties off, over her feet, then quickly sat up and 
draped them over my dick, giggling.

"I think I will need the lubricant you bought." She said 
appraisingly. I pointed to where it was sitting 
(completely unhidden) on my nightstand. She practically 
galloped across the bed on her hands and knees to get 
it. When Liu Si sets her mind on something, she is just 
as determined as Amy.

Crawling back over, she straddled my left knee and 
removed her panties from my penis with a flourish. I 
bobbled it at her, and she giggled again. "Hello there!" 
She said, touching it lightly on the very tip with her 
finger. As she pulled it away, a tiny string of moisture 
connected her finger to my dick for just an instant. 

"Ooh! Somebody is ready!" She smelled her fingertip, 
then happily dabbed it on her neck, under the corner of 
her jaw, in the manner of a woman applying perfume. 
"Mmmm," She sighed, putting down the bottle of lube on 
the sheet.

Carefully grasping the base of my cock, she squeezed me 
and traced softly around my circumcision scar with her 
other hand. "I like your penis. It is very neat. So 
strong and warm." She rubbed her thumb up the entire 
underside, and more precum appeared at the tip. 

This was quickly gathered and dabbed on the other side 
of her neck. "It is hard, and yet soft at the same 
time." She leaned forward and rubbed my cockhead back 
and forth against the silky soft skin of her cheek. It 
felt incredible. "I'm glad you like it." I stammered.

"I more than just like it," she said, then changed the 
subject. "I have been calling it your penis. I hope that 
is ok."

"Why wouldn't it be ok?" I groaned, as she cupped and 
held my balls. "I do not want to be as disrespectful as 
Amy, but at the same I don't want to be boring." She 
said.

"Disrespectful? How?" I asked. She played with it while 
she answered. "Some of the names she uses for it sound 
nice, others sound stupid or rude. I am not sure where 
the line is. Just like the names she uses for our 
bodies."

"Give me some examples." I suggested. "Well, she calls 
our private places nice-sounding names like pussy, 
secret garden, muff, quim, even honeypot." I blinked. 
Liu Si talking dirty is way hotter than I would have 
guessed. "But sometimes she gets carried away and calls 
them gross names like Sticky Pole Hole or Snot Wallet." 
She gagged a little, and I was also a bit shocked. Snot 
Wallet was a new one for me, as was Sticky Pole Hole.

"You're saying she does this with my cock as well?" I 
asked, surprised. Liu Si brightened up. "So calling it a 
cock is ok?"

"You can call it anything you want." I told her. "But 
now I'm curious. What else does she call it? I've only 
heard her call it a few things."

Liu Si blushed. "Well, sometimes she likes to talk about 
it or what she wants to do with it. She'll call it a 
penis, a cock, a dick, a sh... a schlong (this word gave 
her real trouble to pronounce), manmeat, a jackhandle, a 
joystick, a pork sword, a fuck sausage, a babymaker, a-" 
I stopped her there, laughing. "Penis, cock and dick are 
all just fine. Anything else you feel comfortable 
calling it is fine with me, I won't get upset."

She gave me a little smile. "Boner is fun to say, but I 
also know it means a stupid mistake. I think cock is my 
favorite. It sounds hard and smooth." She stroked my 
cock gently, all the way up and down. "It is so much fun 
to play with."

She scooped up the bottle of lube, looking carefully at 
it. Her reading skills weren't so great just yet, but 
she could eventually figure out most stuff without help. 
"I will save that for later," she said, as if to 
herself, and started licking the head of my dick, just 
stroking it with the tip of her tongue, wiggling all 
around my circumcision scar. I sighed happily. She 
glanced up at me, her tongue still licking my cock, and 
blushed. 

I held up my hand and gave her a little happy wave, and 
she giggled low in her throat. She then closed her eyes 
and sucked me into her mouth, only about two inches, and 
continued her tongue massage of my glans. Slowly, she 
sucked my cockhead in and out, in and out, watching me, 
building up intense feeling, almost TOO much, and then 
releasing me with a happy "Ah!"

"It is easy to see why Amy enjoys this so much." She 
stated, matter-of-factly. "It is fun just watching you 
while I do this." She grinned.

"Am I that entertaining?" I asked. I must not realize 
how I look, I thought.

"Yes," she said, but did not explain. Instead she 
grasped the head of my erection with her fingers, and 
gently bent me up, licking the underside with a quick 
flick of her tongue. I jumped about a mile, and she 
laughed softly.

She sat up, actually sitting directly on my knee where 
she straddled it, and picked up the lube again. "I think 
my hands will last longer than my mouth, so I will save 
my mouth for the end when you will want it most." She 
told me. I gestured happily, as if to say "go right 
ahead."

She opened the little cap on the lube bottle, and held 
it up high for effect, dribbling a few drops onto me. 
Missing my dick, of course. I flinched as the (icy cold, 
it seemed) lube splattered onto my lower abdomen and 
thigh. 

"Whoops! I am so sorry!" She blushed, lowering the 
bottle and trying to scoop the lube up with her 
fingertips. Once in her hand the lube warmed up, and 
after adding a little more to the palm of her hand, she 
closed the cap and rubbed her hands together, getting 
them both nice and wet. "Here we go!" She cooed, and 
grabbed onto my cock. Ohhhhhh, it felt good.

Her left hand stroked up and down my shaft all the way, 
mashing slowly but firmly into my groin (sparing my 
balls of course.) Her right hand only traveled up and 
down a few inches, concentrating on the head of my cock, 
with a little twisting motion that REALLY made my toes 
curl. It was amazing. "That feels incredible!" I gasped, 
"Did Amy teach you this?"

She shook her head and grinned, moving a little on my 
knee. "I borrowed her computer and did some looking up. 
There is this one, and then-"

She changed her method of attack, her right hand moving 
up and down from the 3/4 point of my cock to just 
underneath the head, but not touching it. While she slid 
her hand up and down, she moved my cock in a tiny 
circle, scrubbing the tip of my dick around in the palm 
of her left hand, which was held wide open, palm down, 
over the whole shebang. 

After a few strokes, she would shift from clockwise to 
counterclockwise, grinding my cockhead against her 
slippery palm. THAT felt amazing too. "This one said it 
was called the mortar and pestle. There is also-" and 
she changed again.

She let go and made a tube shape of her left hand, 
sliding it down over my penis. The moment it cleared my 
cockhead, she repeated the action with her right hand, 
ever downwards. The moment her left hand hit bottom, she 
let go and started it at the top again, ditto with her 
right hand, over and over. "This one is called the 
endless thrust!" She chirped happily, moving against my 
knee a little more. I could begin to feel moisture on my 
knee, where her pussy was pressed against it.

The minute she told me the name of the maneuver, I could 
see where it got the name. It felt like my cock was 
plunging endlessly into a warm, tight pussy, never 
reaching the end. It felt great. Not like it would lead 
to a grand finale, but definitely a solid middle. "That 
one is really good, too," I groaned, thoroughly 
impressed. She knows more about jacking off than I do, I 
thought to myself.

"Annnnd finally, the church and steeple." Liu Si laced 
her fingers together and wrapped both her hands around 
my (now very hard) erection. While her fingers were 
laced around the base of it, she placed both her thumbs 
parallel on the underside of it, and slid her hands 
slowly, slowly upwards. the pressure from her thumbs 
bent it up towards my navel, and I could see her thumbs 
were actually about a quarter inch apart, sliding along 
my shaft, on either side of the (now quite pronounced) 
tube that appears on the bottom of my erection. THAT one 
felt incredible. By putting slow pressure on the 
underside of my dick, but NOT on my urethra, she was 
able to seriously massage that muscle without 
constricting any of my tubing. 

She watched my cock carefully with an open-mouthed 
smile, as her thumbs reached my cockhead and precum 
dripped onto my stomach. The sensation was outstanding, 
so slow and so intense, I actually couldn't stop my leg 
from wiggling. As my left foot twitched, it moved 
against her where she sat straddling me, and she gasped. 
A trickle of moisture ran down the inside of my knee. 
Aha! I thought, and began wiggling my left foot, slowly 
at first, then a little faster, rolling my ankle around 
and around.

Not letting go of my dick, she moaned and squeezed me 
with her legs. "You... are sneaky." she panted, sliding 
her "church and steeple" back down again, ever so 
slightly and slowly.

"Oh?" I said, still helplessly loving the tight, warm 
pressure of her hands.

"Yes!" She gasped. "I am sitting on your knee. When it 
wiggles, it moves against my clitoris!"

"I know." I breathed. "Neat, huh?"

"You, ohhhhhh," She moaned, starting to grind against my 
knee, and switched back to her first hand job technique, 
with the stroking and the twisting. "Are we having a 
race?" She sighed happily.

"Not really, but let's both keep going," I grunted, and 
so we did. Me wiggling my leg, getting the best hand job 
of my life, she stroking my cock and rubbing out her 
little pussy on my (now wet and slippery) knee. Friends, 
it was astounding.

My penis felt like a lightning rod, waves of pleasure 
zapping up and down it. Usually when I masturbate, or 
even when I am having sex, I can tell how close I am to 
an orgasm, in a general sense, like "not yet" or "really 
soon." Liu Si's hands made this estimation nearly 
impossible. The feelings were so direct and intense that 
my Orgasm-Meter was all over the place.

Thus, it seemed like only a few minutes later, I felt my 
testicles yanking up hard against my shaft, and I tried 
to warn her. "L-liu siiiiiii," I groaned, but it was too 
late. My first shot of cum went off like a rocket, 
splashing straight up, a few drops going literally 
higher than her head, the bulk of it raining down and 
splattering on my stomach. She gave a cry of dismay and 
leapt forward, cramming my dick into her mouth, stroking 
me with one hand, cupping my balls into the other as I 
helplessly emptied myself into her hot little mouth.

When she sucked me in, she had raised herself off of my 
knee, but I was twitching helplessly anyway, squirt 
after squirt right into her mouth as she swallowed.

Soon, I was spent, lying there like a dead man, as she 
pulled my cock out of her mouth and smacked her lips, 
satisfied. She saw the cum on my stomach and clucked her 
tongue. "I was not ready," She apologized. "I am sorry."

I waved weakly. "Nothing to apologize for. That was 
amazing. I literally didn't know I was cumming until it 
happened. That was so intense." I reassured her. She 
smiled as she scooped several droplets of cum from my 
skin and sucked her finger clean.

"I am glad you liked it," She admitted happily. "I was 
not sure if any of it would work." She gathered a little 
more cum, licking it off of her fingers, and settled 
against me, rubbing her pussy against my kneecap again. 
"I also enjoyed your knee. Very much." She said 
wistfully. 

"Well, don't stop!" I said, reaching out and touching 
her arm where she leaned on the mattress. "Go for it!" 
And I wiggled my foot again, jiggling my knee under her.

She blushed, and leaned forward a little, grabbing my 
thigh, her eyes shut, and began to slide back and forth 
about three or four inches, slowly, then gradually 
increasing her speed. Her breath also got faster as she 
ground her pussy on my knee, little wet slippery sounds 
barely audible.

"Uh, uh, uh," She grunted, her mouth open, as she worked 
harder and harder. I reached out and cupped her cheeks 
gently with my hands, and her eyelids fluttered. 
"Ooohhhhhhhhh," She moaned, hitching harder, literally 
humping my leg, grinding her little clit against my 
kneecap. My knee was SOAKED.

Amy was right. Liu Si has the cutest orgasm face. She 
got more and more active, positively working herself 
into a frenzy, until, eyes wide, she looked down at me 
frantically. "I am going-" she gasped hoarsely, "A 
pillow! A blanket! Something!" I looked around, but she 
had tossed my blankets down by the foot of the bed. I 
reached out and grabbed her panties off the bed with one 
clumsy lunge. It was probably a lousy choice, but she 
snatched them out of my hand anyway.

Much to my shock, she balled them up with one hand and 
stuffed them in her mouth! A second later, her orgasm 
hit her like a hurricane, and she threw her head back 
and emitted a muffled scream of pure ecstasy, bucking 
wildly against my knee, all rhythm gone in the moment of 
her climax. "MMMMMM HMMM HMMM HMMMMMmmmmmfffffff!!" It 
was intensely erotic.

Finally, she tensed up, and then just kinda collapsed 
onto my torso, spitting out the panties, gasping for air 
and twitching. I wrapped my arms around her as she shook 
and gulped air. "I... I came..." she moaned, and then 
she just lay on me, breathing deeply. I brushed her hair 
out of her face to see her, but she had her eyes closed, 
her mouth open. She was out. Not like fainted, but 
asleep, like her body forced her into a little catnap. I 
marveled at just how soft and beautiful she was, her 
hair mussed and sweaty, her skin flushed, little snores 
escaping her mouth.

After only about five minutes she stirred, lifting her 
head and groaning, weak and exhausted. Spotting a final 
patch of semen on my ribcage, she leaned down and lapped 
it up in two short swipes of her tongue. "Thank you," 
She whispered hoarsely.

"For what?" I whispered back, in awe.

"For everything," She said, and lay back down on me 
again. "Wait until I tell Amy about your knee," she 
mumbled, stroking my chest with her (slightly sticky) 
fingers. "She is going to be so jealous, at least until 
she can try it too." She sighed happily.

I lay there and held her, sated, amazed. After a few 
moments of quiet, satisfied rest, she reached out and 
picked up her panties with her thumb and forefinger. "I 
think I have gotten as much use out of these as I can 
tonight." She giggled.

She handed them to me. "You earned these." she joked. 
"Wear them with pride."

I laughed. She raised up on one elbow and squinted at 
me. "I love you." She said simply, and kissed my chest 
where she lay.

"I love you right back, xinshangren," I said warmly, and 
she smiled so big.

"If you will excuse me, I think I need to go wipe off, 
and then I am going to sleep for a week." She groaned, 
climbing to her hands and knees as if she was ninety 
years old.

"Thanks for visiting me tonight." I said, sincerely. 

"May I visit again?" She asked, very serious.

"Any time you like," I said, and she looked so happy. 
She dragged my blankets up my body, stopping to kiss my 
knee, then my cock, and finally my cheek. "I love you so 
much." She whispered.

"I love you too, Hu Die," I whispered back, and she left 
the room as if floating, heading into the bathroom and 
shutting the door. I closed my eyes and relished the 
memory of her hands on my dick, her pussy on my knee, 
the warmth of her in my arms, and her breath against my 
chest. Bliss.

I slept well. Usually I sleep on my side, or my stomach, 
but with the necessity of leaving my knee propped up, I 
was forced to sleep on my back every night. That night I 
just shut my eyes and sailed away.

In the morning, I woke up to a loud clunking in the 
bathroom. The sun had just started to rise, a pale pink 
glow barely visible out my window. I lay there with my 
eyes half shut, my morning pee-boner aching painfully as 
I waited for whoever it was to clear out of the bathroom 
so I could take a leak. (I actually never figured that 
out until I was about 13. 

Morning wood is often caused by the fact that you need 
to pee, but rather than wake you or have you wet the 
bed, your brain inflates your erection so that the tube 
from the bladder is pinched off by the erectile tissue. 
I guess it's easier to get hard than to clench the 
bladder muscles, or whatever.)

After a moment, the bathroom door opened into MY room, 
and through my half-lidded eyes, I saw Amy slip in, 
backlit by the bathroom light, which was still on, 
casting a wide swath of golden light into my otherwise 
shadowed room.. (Her hair was still dyed black, but it 
was starting to get curly again.) She took two steps 
into the room, but then quietly said "oops, light." as 
if to herself, and darted back into the bathroom.

I realized Liu Si's panties were still in my hand, 
barely damp, and I surmised the reason for Amy's 
clandestine entry into my boudoir. (Fancy talk!) I 
quickly moved my hands under my blanket, and draped the 
lingerie over my erection. Then I lay back and pretended 
to be asleep.

In the dim room, through my slitted eyes, I could make 
out Amy creeping towards the bed in that cartoon-style 
exaggerated tip-toe she does that she actually thinks 
makes her quieter. As she reached the bed, she whispered 
a gleeful "hee, hee, hee." and slowly began lifting the 
edge of my blanket, her goal the visible tent of my 
erection.

Now, if I hadn't been awake already, the cool air 
rushing in would have done it, but I kept up my act as 
she removed the blanket from my crotch. And stopped. 
"What?" She mumbled softly, and reached out to touch it.

I snaked my hand up and turned on the bedside lamp right 
as she grabbed a hold of my shrouded cock. She jumped 
and stared at me, startled, then started again as she 
saw the panties in her hand. "Hey, these are ... WOO 
HOO!!" She howled, jumping onto the bed and jarring my 
leg with the impact. My last pain pill had worn off 
about two hours ago, and the jostling of the mattress 
didn't feel good. "Ow!" I said gently.

"SOMEbody's been sleeping in MY brother's bed!" She 
called happily. With the light on, I could see her red 
panties in evidence, as she lifted Liu Si's matching 
striped pair from my cock. She held them up, and to my 
surprise, smelled them enthusiastically. She let out her 
breath with a lusty Ahh! "YES!! I am SO proud of her!" 
She crowed.

A sleepy Liu Si opened the door to their shared room and 
trudged into mine, wearing one of Amy's retro 
nightgowns. (Rainbow Brite.) Rubbing her eyes, she 
yawned. "You are very loud, bairen egui. Some of us were 
very tired."

"Uh huh." Amy gloated, unfazed. "And these?" She held up 
the GOOD KITTY? panties and swung them around like 
Steelers fans do with Terrible Towels on TV.

Liu Si gave a sexy smirk and daintily raised the front 
of her nightgown, showing us her naked lower half. (I 
forget if I mentioned this before, but Liu Si has just a 
tiny little puff of hair on her mons. Not like Karen's 
carefully trimmed stripe, but just a little poof of 
black silky hairs, feather-soft and curly, maybe about 
the size of an Oreo cookie.) Amy gave a whoop and dived 
off the bed, running to her and throwing her arms around 
her. "You are SO awesome!" She cried, delighted. "I'm so 
proud of you!"

Liu Si giggled and hugged her back. "He was so BIG! I 
loved it, even if it was a little scary at first."

I leaned over and gathered my crutches off the floor. I 
had to pee, and bad. Last night's underwear was still on 
my right leg, and I kicked it loose.

"Wait, don't go anywhere!" Amy cried. "I want that 
woody!"

"It's full of pee," I said flatly. "I have to take a 
leak."

Amy sighed, disappointed, but turned back to Liu Si. "So 
how did you do it?" She gushed. "Tell me everything!" 
She led her over to the bed, and they sat on the end, as 
I shut the door in the bathroom. 

Peeing with crutches and an erection was harder than I 
would have thought. It came out practically sideways, 
missing the toilet entirely. I couldn't sit and pee, 
because at nearly full extension, I would have to bend 
it down into the bowl, and it would have touched the 
water. No good. So, I struggled to aim it, and had the 
thought that maybe Amy's help wouldn't be so outlandish 
after all. I dropped a few squares of toilet paper onto 
the floor and scrubbed it around with my crutch tip, 
carefully picking it up with my toes and dropping it 
into the toilet. I hit flush with my other crutch.

Stumping back into my bedroom, I found a glowing Liu Si 
talking animatedly with Amy, who sat rapt. "But then 
how?" Amy was saying.

"His knee!" Liu Si giggled. "I was sitting on it, and 
then..." She shrugged, blushing. "I started rubbing 
against it."

"No WAY!" Amy gaped. "That's so cool! And it actually 
worked? I've gotta TRY that!"

Karen walked through Amy's room into mine. "Is everybody 
in here? Why are we up so early?" Even with her hair 
pulled loosely back in a scrunchie, in her old bathrobe, 
Karen was radiantly beautiful.

Liu Si leapt up and hugged her. "Jie-jie, I did it! I 
gave him my love!" She cheered.

Karen hugged her, giving her an encouraging smile. "You 
did? Good for you!" She glanced at Amy, who held up her 
hands innocently. "All by herself. I slept through the 
whole thing! I just found out."

"I was NOT shy!" Liu Si said proudly. "I went to him and 
took care of business!" She punched the air in 
determination.

Karen laughed and looked at me as I sat on the edge of 
the bed. "She wrung me out like a washcloth, and then 
used my knee like a rocking horse." I said, smiling. 
"Creative and effective!"

"This is a special day." Karen said. "Who wants 
pancakes?"

"I do!" Liu Si sang, and did a little dance. Amy jumped 
up and smacked her on the butt. "Let's get a shower. 
I'll wash, you dry?"

In response, Liu Si flipped up the back of her nightgown 
and wiggled her butt at Amy, before running into the 
bathroom. Amy growled happily and followed her, slamming 
the door behind her. I lay back on the bed.

Karen strolled over and smiled down at me. "You've just 
about got it all, don't you?" She grinned.

"I've never been emptier, um, I mean happier." I said, 
and she got a look of concern. "We're not overdoing it, 
are we? I know we're like three girls with a new toy, 
but how are you holding up?"

I waved my hands weakly. "Don't interpret anything I say 
as a complaint. I'm very happy." I sighed. "I was a 
little surprised when she asked me, though, and told me 
that you'd given your blessing."

Karen blushed, and sat on the edge of the bed. "She was 
so earnest and sincere, when she asked if I thought you 
might be willing to love her too, my heart just went out 
to her. I know how happy I was when you told me, and 
showed me that you loved me, both sexually and 
otherwise. I hope I didn't presume too much on your 
part."

"It's ok." I said. "She's just so soft and quiet, I 
didn't think she would ever want me that way. But when I 
saw how happy she made Amy, I couldn't help but love her 
too."

"Well, she's had a crash course in how kind and strong 
you are, what with all that's happened." Karen said 
softly, reaching over my body and lightly touching my 
right thigh. "You were showing her what love is, every 
time. She wanted what we share."

"I love you." I told her, from the bottom of my heart.

"I love you too." She said. "Even more since you're not 
selfish about any of it."

"Look who's talking!" I laughed. Karen was as unselfish 
as you could possibly get. I felt like I was taking 
advantage of HER.

"I meeeeannnn you could have said no to Amy and to Liu 
Si, and you didn't." Karen drawled. "You made them both 
so happy, and it makes ME happy to see THEM happy."

"You're the one being unselfish, sharing me with them," 
I said, and she swatted me.

"You don't have to analyze the heck out of this," She 
said. "You can just nod and look happy." I nodded my 
head wildly, and she laughed. "Besides, I hope that if 
she's willing, you might let ME share Lola with you." 
She blushed hard. I was confused for a second. "Didn't 
you already tell me I could like her?" I said.

"I'm already willing to share YOU with HER, I meant that 
I think I would like to share HER as well. Like, me and 
her." She was beet red, her voice tiny. "If she would, I 
mean."

I stared at her. "Don't look at me like that," Karen 
murmured, looking away.

I grabbed at her hands. "No, no, it's ok, I'm not 
judging, I'm just ... surprised. I mean I know you let 
Amy play with you, and you play with her for my benefit, 
but... . I didn't think you were into girls, per se. I 
thought you were just being nice to her. And to me. I 
didn't think you really dug it like that."

"Lola is... different," Karen said, taking a deep 
breath. "Amy doesn't really light me up the same way. I 
mean I love her, and she is adorable, but... my feelings 
for her aren't that sexual. Not 100%."

"Even though she fingered your G-spot and made you pass 
out?" I asked, and she smiled a little smile and shook 
her head. "That WAS intense, but it's still not... It's 
hard to explain. When we're all together, and Amy's 
being sexy, it's fun, but... I've never fantasized about 
her. She's still my little sister. I still remember 
wiping her poopy butt when she was two, and in training 
pants. When we do stuff, it feels good, but I don't 
think we'd ever team up if you weren't in the middle of 
it."

Karen sighed. "She's never snuck into my room to do me 
in the middle of the night. I mean if she DID, I'd 
probably play along, but... it's still a sisterly thing. 
But for Lola... I think I've had a little crush on her 
since that first night, in the pool." She smiled a 
little more.

"She's so cool, just smart, and funny, and she looks as 
hot with clothes ON as most women would with clothes 
off. Just being around her, hearing her laugh, seeing 
her open up and smile, makes me so happy. And she smells 
GREAT!" Karen gushed, and I nodded. "I'd noticed it 
too." 

"I want her to be happy. I want to make her happy. 
Lately, I've had dreams about her, holding her, and then 
kissing her. At first, I worried that there was 
something wrong with me, but... I can't help it. And I 
realized I don't want to. I like-like her." Karen said, 
and I squeezed her hand. She turned back to look me full 
in the face. "I love you more than anyone else in the 
whole wide world, and I need you more than anything," 
She began, as if in apology, but I shook my head.

"It's ok," I said. "I love you too. If you like Lola, 
and want her as well, I'm cool with it. Just don't 
forget about me."

"I never would!" Karen said, and clutched me. We held 
each other for a while. Clunks and horseplay were 
audible from the bathroom. Liu Si squealed, and Amy 
laughed evilly.

"Those two," Karen smiled, and shook her head. She shot 
me a look. "So she wrung you out like a washcloth and 
then rode your knee like a rocking horse? Is that what 
you said?"

My penis twitched just thinking about it. "Yeah," I 
said. "She said she's been looking things up with Amy's 
computer, but the knee thing surprised both of us, I 
think. I know Amy's been coaching her." I shook my head. 
"She knows more about jacking me off than I did," I 
admitted. The church and steeple. Oh my god.

Karen tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps we should 
have a girl pow-wow and pool our knowledge. Sounds like 
there's some real records to be set." She looked 
sidelong at me, with a sexy smile.

"Oh, no. Mercy!" I begged, and she bounced to her feet. 
"Pancakes!" She announced, leaning down to pat my knee. 
"At least put some shorts on for decency's sake. Unless 
you're going to serve that sausage." She laughed.

I looked down. Other than the bandages, I was still 
bare-ass naked. Oops.

As she strolled out of the room, humming, I climbed to 
my (crutch-assisted) feet and found some clothes. The 
pancakes, when I got downstairs, were delicious.

A few days later, in week two of my convalescence, Karen 
got her hair cut. Normally below her shoulders in 
length, she had them cut it to right at her shoulders, 
about eight inches taken off. She and Lola came home 
from the mall, and Lola preceded her into the living 
room, where I was laying on the couch reading (and 
snoozing), and Amy and Liu Si were innocently playing 
Operation, as if I hadn't gotten another epic blowjob 
twenty minutes earlier.

"Now nobody freak out." Lola whispered. "Karen wanted to 
try a new hairstyle, only now she really feels bad about 
it. PLEASE be nice." I could hear Karen shutting the 
sliding glass doors in the kitchen, and soon she trudged 
in.

Her hair was shorter, and flipped up on the ends, like a 
Farah Fawcett. I could tell by her face she was 
regretting it. "Hi," She winced.

"Neat!" Amy said, hopping up.

"It is so flippy!" Liu Si said brightly. Karen looked at 
me. I couldn't tell if she was nervous or sad. I gave 
her my best warm smile and said "I bet that'll be a lot 
cooler in this hot weather! How does it feel?" and Karen 
relaxed visibly.

"At first I was so excited, but then when they cut it, 
and I saw all that hair on the floor, I was so sad." She 
said. "I think I hate it."

"Aw, honey, it's not bad." Lola tried to reassure her. 
"You're still a total knockout!"

"I look weird." Karen said, fingering the flipped-up 
ends of her hair. "This isn't me. This isn't what I look 
like."

"When you wash it the flips should go away," I said, 
soothingly. I didn't actually know if that's how it 
worked, but I could see she needed reassurance.

"So you tried an experiment," Amy said, going up to her 
and hugging her. "It doesn't matter if you don't like 
how it came out, it's hair. It'll grow back, and I think 
it's awesome that you took the leap."

"I *like* the flippy parts." Liu Si pouted. "I want MY 
hair to do that."

I reached out for Karen, and she disentangled from Amy 
and walked over to take my hand. I pulled her down for a 
hug. "You're still the most beautiful girl I've ever 
met." I whispered in her ear. "and I'm proud of you too. 
Way to be brave." When we parted, she definitely looked 
happier.

"It's my fault," Lola admitted, sitting on the other 
couch. "If anybody should be blamed, it's me. I'm the 
one who encouraged you when you said you wanted to try 
it."

"No way," Karen said, walking over to sit next to her. 
"I made the decision. It's not your fault because you 
look amazing with short hair. It's my fault, if 
anyone's. I hadn't changed my hairstyle for years, so I 
shouldn't have jumped at something so drastic. I should 
have known it would look too different."

Lola's purse made a juicy, drawn-out farting noise. "Uh, 
oh." Lola muttered, and dug out her cell phone. In her 
hand, it farted again. "It's Detective Cooper."

"Your cell phone has gas when he calls?" Liu Si asked, 
amused despite herself.

"I guess he doesn't stand a chance, huh?" Amy asked 
Lola, as she hesitated before answering it. Lola's 
glance flickered to me, then back at Amy. "What? No."

Right before it would have gone to voice mail, she 
answered it. "Hello?" She said, her voice cold and 
professional. She even sat up straighter. "Yes, this is 
she."

Amy clapped her hands quietly in glee. "I LOVE it when 
she's all tough. Total shark tooth."

"Certainly. When shall we... Is that *SO*?" She said 
with clear disapproval. "Yes, we're here. Very well 
then. Yes, goodbye." She hung up her phone, and looked 
at us worriedly. "The detectives found out what the deal 
is with Kai Long, and they are actually coming HERE to 
talk to us!"

Everybody (but me) jumped up and started talking. "I 
know, I know, but they're halfway here already! We need 
to get ready for this!" Lola raised her voice over the 
hubbub.

"Hu Die, go hide! Upstairs is probably best." Amy said.

"There's utterly NO reason for them to have a warrant to 
search for anything, so if you're upstairs and quiet, 
you'll be fine." Lola said, and then looked down at 
herself. "I am SO not dressed for this." She was wearing 
black slacks, and a dark grey faux-suede microfiber 
(Lola doesn't like leather, fur, or suede, except in 
shoes.) vest over a white dress-shirt blouse with 3/4 
sleeves, the shirttail untucked from her pants, sticking 
out from underneath the bottom of the vest.

"No, you're almost there, you just need a little ... 
oomph!" Amy said. She called to Liu Si, who was halfway 
up the stairs by now. "Go into Dad's closet and throw 
down a necktie!"

She turned back to Lola. "Tuck your shirt in and buckle 
up, I mean button up." Amy stammered. "We got this." 
Lola turned away and started jamming her shirttail into 
her slacks.

Karen returned from the kitchen. "I took her Polaroid 
off the fridge. I don't think there's anything else that 
might give her away."

"Swimsuit!" Amy blurted, and took off for the downstairs 
bathroom, her bare feet slapping on the floor.

A tie sailed down the stairs, curling and coiling in 
midair. "Here!" Came Liu Si's voice.

Karen brought it over to me, and I threw it around my 
neck and began tying it.

Amy returned, and took it from me, looking closely at 
it. It was dark navy with little lightning bolts 
patterned on it. "Ugh." She said. "LIGHTNING BOLTS?!" 
She howled upstairs.

"The other one had little yellow duckies on it!" came 
Liu Si's muffled, annoyed reply.

Amy shrugged, and snapped her fingers at Lola, who 
obediently bent down to be fitted.

Karen ditched the Operation game, scooping everything up 
and jamming into the box.

Amy adjusted the tie around Lola's collar and stepped 
back. She grabbed her chin in one hand, and that elbow 
in her other hand. "Hmmm, almost ..."

Lola looked at her, amazed at her concentration, almost 
afraid to laugh. Amy brightened. "Glasses!"

"I don't... wear..." Lola trailed off, as Amy was 
already running away. "Xinshangren! Get me the 
sunglasses from the middle drawer of my nightstand!"

"I am TRYING to HIDE!" came Liu Si's voice, far away and 
exasperated. Amy ran off upstairs with a sigh.

"If she doesn't go into Theatre, they've lost a true 
genius." Lola said, in awe.

Amy was back down in a moment, with some cheap 
sunglasses with tortoise-shell frames. Sticking out her 
tongue in concentration, she used her thumbs to pop the 
lenses right out of the frames. "Here!" She said 
briskly, gesturing Lola down again.

"Baby, I don't WEAR glasses." Lola reminded her.

"I know, it's just for the look!" Amy said, and stuck 
them on top of her head. When Lola straightened up, 
Karen and I both gasped. "Roll up your sleeves, and 
you're done!" Amy said, satisfied. Lola looked great. 
Instead of sexy schoolteacher, now she looked like a 
sexy school principal, like you're in even MORE trouble. 
The glasses really brought the look together.

"I don't see how this-" Lola started, but then caught a 
glimpse of herself in the mirror over the fireplace, and 
did a double take. "Damn." She breathed, turning right 
and left. "Amy, you're a genius!"

"You'll just have to PRETEND you're wearing the shark 
tooth." Amy said.

The driveway box binged. "They're here!" Karen shouted 
up the stairs. "Just be still and don't move. The 
password is "munchkin-land."

"Munchkin-land?" I asked quietly, and she blushed. "I-I 
panicked. I just wanted something that you couldn't say 
accidentally in a conversation, and I couldn't think of 
anything else."

"You guys are so awesome." Lola said, exhilarated. "I 
mean it. I want to be you when I grow up."

"They are probably going to ask more questions, too," 
Karen said. "Let's re-cap what we know."

"Right, good thinking." Lola said. "Ok, they told us his 
name was Kai Long, and then when they called they told 
us his real name, so we know that. They told us his 
business burnt down, did they tell us what it was?"

"They said it was a restaurant and a nail salon, but I 
don't think they gave us any names." I said.

"Ok, then we don't know them. They also said something 
about immigration violations, so that's all we know as 
well." Lola said, turning to Karen. "and remember, YOU 
were at the playground too."

"He was wearing a maroon polar fleece with jeans, and 
had an aircast on his foot. I got Will and then ran to 
the car and didn't see Amy jump on him." Karen said, 
keeping her interaction in the story very simple. Smart 
girl. Amy shot her a thumb's up.

Within moments, we could hear someone clomping up on the 
front porch. Looking back, even that felt weird. Mrs. 
Klemp had always insisted on using the back door, which 
was the kitchen door, whenever she came over. That door 
was the closest to the driveway, and the patio and the 
pool were right there. (Not that Mrs. Klemp ever got in 
our pool.) 

The front door just faces the front yard, which is 
basically a field. Mrs. Klemp said that the way she was 
brought up, the front door was only used for weddings 
and funerals. Any other time was bad luck. The last 
person to come through it had been Amy, with the pornos, 
so maybe it WAS bad luck.

"Everybody remember not to be as hostile as last time," 
I murmured.

Karen opened the door for them, and Detectives Rodriguez 
and Cooper politely greeted her, and asked if they could 
come in.

Lola stood behind my couch, leaning on it, as if 
annoyed, which I'm sure she was. Amy sat against me 
where I reclined, as if putting herself between me and 
them.

"Good afternoon," Rodriguez said. "May we sit?" Lola 
nodded.

"Howdy," Cooper added, as they both sat on our other 
couch. "Everybody doing ok? How's the leg?" He asked me.

"It's healing," I said.

Cooper, who was obviously Good Cop, tried to make 
friends with Amy. And failed. "I see you changed your 
hair," He smiled at her.

"Yes," Amy said, as if it meant *Duh!* (The dye was 
slowly washing out, so her hair was now a dark brown, as 
opposed to the pure Goth black of when I was in the 
hospital.)

Karen had left the door open, and now walked behind the 
couch to stand close to Lola. Detective Cooper noted her 
hairstyle change as well, but kept his mouth shut. 
Rodriguez got down to business.

"We're here because there have been some serious 
developments in the case, and because we have a few 
final questions." resting his elbows on his knees, he 
spread his hands and then re-clasped them.

"We'd like to ask the questions first," Cooper said, and 
did so. "After (real name) accosted you at the 
playground, why didn't you report it?"

"Actually, I didn't think about it," I said. "It was 
just this ugly incident that I was glad was over. I 
never thought we'd come into contact with him again, so 
why bother. Although, at the hospital you told us he was 
already wanted. What good would it have done to tell you 
to look for him when you were already unable to find 
him?"

Cooper shrugged. "Knowing that he had been at the park 
might have helped us. We might have identified his 
vehicle, and we might have gotten to him before he 
stabbed you."

Jerk. I refuse to accept the blame for that. "Are you 
saying that it's OUR fault?" Amy asked, incredulous, 
starting to get mad.

"No, no, not at all." Rodriguez patted the air. "Just if 
we'd known more, sooner, then it might have turned out 
differently, that's all." Amy fumed.

"Next time someone attacks us, we'll report it." Karen 
said. Lola snorted.

"Second question." Cooper said. "Have you been able to 
come up with any ideas why he approached you at the 
playground?"

"He's a crazy pervert?" Amy shrugged. 'He just started 
shouting at me in Chinese, which luckily I speak a 
little of. He said I had to come with him, to live at 
his house."

"But when I got there, he said in English that Amy was 
his niece, and that he was trying to take her home. He 
didn't even know I was her brother." I said. "The whole 
thing was nonsense."

"Aaannnd that's our final question, right there." Cooper 
said, pointing at Amy. "The fact that you speak Chinese 
is more than a little unusual. How did you come by that 
skill?"

"She is a cyber-school student. In addition to Chinese, 
they also have online classes for French, Spanish, 
Japanese, and Russian. She wanted to take Chinese." Lola 
said calmly.

Cooper glanced at Rodriguez, who frowned and lifted his 
eyebrows, like "Well, golly."

Cooper bobbed his head at Amy. "Konnichiwa."

Amy rolled her eyes. "That's Japanese."

"How do you say hello, then?" He asked, trying to win 
her over. Failing again.

"Ni shunxi," Amy said sweetly. (You suck.)

"So, we answered the questions, what's the big news?" I 
asked. "You said the Chinese Consulate wanted him 
instead?"

"Well, yes." Rodriguez said.

"Is that normal?" Amy asked.

Detective Rodriguez shook his head. "No, it isn't. In 
fact, this case turned out to be a lot more than we 
thought."

"Can you tell us about it?" Karen asked. "I'm sure we're 
trying to make just as much sense out of it as you are."

Cooper shrugged, and Rodriguez looked at his hands. "I 
suppose," he said, after just a moment. "When we got the 
suspect out of the prison infirmary,-"

"He's not a suspect, we SAW him stab Will. We don't 
SUSPECT him of anything," Karen said, and Amy pointed 
behind herself at my elevated, bandaged leg. Cooper 
raised his hands calmly. "Proper terminology is 
'suspect' even if it all happens on tape, no offense."

"By the way, he'll probably never walk right again. The 
longer you wait with a knee injury like that, the more 
permanent the damage is, so he's not going to be chasing 
anyone ever again, I'd wager." Detective Rodriguez said. 
Amy grinned viciously.

"Anyway, we fingerprinted him and sent the prints off to 
make the rounds. His identification was in a false name, 
and all his business paperwork, what there was, 
reflected this alias of Kai Long." Rodriguez said. "Then 
we got a call from the FBI."

"Back in the '80's, there was an incident in (Great 
Lakes city with shipping docks. For the purposes of this 
memoir, let's say Cleveland, OH) involving a shipping 
container. A cargo vessel from the Canadian side had 
unloaded a bunch of big metal shipping containers, like 
the kind that diesel trucks put wheels on and haul 
around, only there was a mix-up with customs and all the 
paperwork regarding who owned what and what was and 
wasn't paid for. 

"The cargo manifests got damaged, or one of the 
companies went bankrupt and couldn't take delivery of 
their goods, or something like that. The FBI didn't 
share all the details. Suffice to say about 30-40 
shipping containers sat on the docks for about three 
weeks." Cooper said.

"When they unload those things, they stack them however 
high with a crane and a few rows deep, whether they get 
loaded on trains or trucks or what. Well, three weeks 
later, they finally get around to sorting out where this 
stuff is going to go, and one of the ones on top, 
towards the middle of the stack, has seagulls all over 
it. 

"When they set that one down, the dock workers said that 
the smell coming out of it was terrible." Rodriguez 
stated. "They were concerned that someone had tried to 
ship livestock in it, which has happened before. I don't 
know if you remember, but they say that when Hoof and 
Mouth disease ripped through the UK right around the 
year 2000, that it had all come from some meat shipped 
illegally in what was supposed to be a crate of Persian 
rugs."

"Uh oh," Lola said, figuring out where this was going.

"They cut the lock with a torch and found that there had 
been 30 people inside." Cooper said solemnly.

"Did they make it?" Amy asked, her voice tiny.

"Three weeks in a metal box in the blazing hot sun with 
no food or water? After being on the ship for however 
long? No, I'm afraid not." Rodriguez said sadly.

I was shocked. Karen put her hand over her mouth.

"They were Chinese illegal's, 21 adults and nine minors, 
between the ages of six and 15, near as could be told," 
Cooper said.

"Did they suffer? I hope it was quick, at least," I 
said, but Rodriguez shook his head. "No, it wasn't. We 
got a copy of the report, and it was really bad. 
Apparently when they realized no one could hear them, 
and that rescue wasn't coming, they turned on each other 
in the dark. The uh..." he glanced at Amy and Karen, 
"the women and children got the worst of it." He cleared 
his throat, and Cooper stared at the floor, shaking his 
head bitterly.

Karen left the room quickly, her hand still over her 
mouth. Amy got up and followed her down the hallway 
towards the bathroom. I heard the door shut.

"By 'the worst of it," you don't mean..." Lola said. 
Rodriguez nodded, his face severe.

"The four youngest minors were either strangled or had 
their heads knocked it, against the insides of the 
container," Cooper said, still not looking up from the 
floor. "They were probably the lucky ones."

"It's very common for human traffickers to try to bring 
in young men and pregnant women. Young men because they 
are strong and can work, pregnant women because they 
will have a baby, which will be a citizen by birth, plus 
the women can be used for prostitution or whatever else 
once the baby is delivered." Rodriguez said quietly.

"But you lock a bunch of them in a dark metal box in the 
blazing sun for a month, and suddenly there's no rules, 
no consequences. No humanity." Cooper cleared his throat 
harshly. "Several of the women were... assaulted 
multiple times before they and their attackers were all 
too weak to move around. Desperate people do horrible 
things when they're crowded, scared, and have given up. 
Worse than animals, actually."

I was thoroughly sickened. I hadn't needed that level of 
detail, and I'm glad they stopped there. Hell really IS 
other people. Lola was white as a sheet.

"So, the FBI did a ton of investigating on this side, 
and the RCMP turned over a few rat's nests on their 
side, and one of the names that came out of their 
investigation was a man by the name of (real name) who 
had vanished after the first week that container sat 
stateside." Rodriguez moved on. "He and two other men 
showed up with a truck and a work order for that 
specific container on day one, but were turned away, due 
to the rest of the paperwork foul-up. They came back the 
next day, and the next, but after a week, they stopped 
coming."

"Someone made a copy of their work order on about the 
third day, but they still couldn't get clearance to take 
their container," Cooper snorted. "The work order said 
it held 'office supplies.' Stupid."

Karen and Amy came back into the room, arm in arm. Karen 
looked pale, and Amy looked furious.

"(Real name) was a human trafficker. The slang term for 
them is snakehead, but apparently after that he got away 
from the actual smuggling, and more into the direct 
exploitation. His restaurant and nail salon were full of 
people, almost NONE of them documented, and we may never 
know who they all are, other than the few we have in 
custody." Rodriguez informed us.

"But why did the Chinese Consulate want him? Do they 
usually do that?" I asked.

Detective Cooper shook his head. "This almost never 
happens around here, so we don't have a lot of 
experience with international jurisdiction, but this 
case is special. We had to make sure they wanted him for 
the same kinds of reasons we arrested him. We're not 
going to send him home if they are just going to slap 
him with a fine, or six months or something. But the 
deaths of those illegal's makes everything more 
serious."

"The D.A. hemmed and hawed and asked for more 
information until they eventually spilled it." Detective 
Rodriguez said. "It turns out two of the young men in 
the box had been nephews of some major Party official, 
back in Beijing. One was about 19, the other about 14."

"Party official?" Amy asked. I immediately knew what she 
was thinking; party official sounds like a cool job.

"Communist Party." Rodriguez said, shooting down her 
mental image of some guy at a rave with a clipboard, 
"Government bigwig type."

"So the answer we got pretty much stated that he'd been 
tried and sentenced years ago, in absentia, and that his 
sentence was way overdue, that sentence of course being 
execution." Cooper said briskly. (in absentia is a legal 
term, which when translated from Latin, means 
"railroaded.")

It took a second for that to sink in. 

"YES!" Amy pumped her fist in furious glee. Both 
detectives frowned at her.

"So that's it? You're sending him back to that?" Karen 
asked, not an ounce of compassion in her voice, more 
like grim satisfaction. Rodriguez looked up at where she 
stood. "Well, they want him more than we do. Plus, he 
faces justice without us having an expensive trial here 
in the U.S."

"Someone could move to block his extradition if they had 
some compelling reason to want him here, but there 
doesn't seem to be any reason for that." Cooper said, 
still kinda looking warily at Amy.

"You've got that right." Lola said flatly. "Well good. 
Justice is served, and we don't have to be the ones 
tasked with making it happen. Win-win."

"Why did you guys drive all the way out here to tell us 
this?" I asked, still turning that one over.

"We were in the neighborhood, we had those last few 
questions, and we felt it would be better to do this in 
person." Detective Rodriguez shrugged. "To kinda 
officially put the lid on this case. Plus, I mean, if 
you had any new information for us, it might have 
changed whether or not he went back to China, but you 
don't, so off he goes."

They rose to leave. "I would say one thing, though." 
Detective Rodriguez said, looking at each of us 
earnestly. "I know you're probably inclined to 
celebrate, but don't forget that aspect of it. It's a 
serious matter. No matter how you feel emotionally about 
him, it's a human life." I was impressed. It was honest, 
thoughtful advice.

"Thank you, Detectives," Lola said. "We appreciate being 
kept in the loop."

They shook hands with Lola and I and left. As Karen 
stood by the window and watched their car drive down our 
road, I waited for the driveway alarm box to chime. When 
it did, I yelled "Coast is clear! Come on down. 
Munchkin-land!"

Moments later, Liu Si came solemnly down the stairs. "We 
GOT him!" Amy cheered, "He's gonna hang!"

Karen frowned, and Lola looked uncomfortable. "Amy, it's 
not that simple." I said. "If he goes, we also lose any 
chance of ever finding Liu Si's parents. He's the only 
person who might know where they went." Liu Si looked at 
Amy and nodded.

Amy flopped down onto the ottoman "Crap." She said. "But 
there's no other choice, is there?"

"The only way to be rid of him is to let him get 
extradited to China, but then we lose any and all hope 
of finding her parents." Karen put her arms around Liu 
Si, who was still looking thoughtful.

"Do you think there's any way of talking to him? Like go 
and ask him in jail?" Amy said.

"Ask him for his cooperation, in a jail where everything 
gets recorded anyway? I don't think there's any chance 
of success. Not without putting Liu Si at risk. The 
minute he finds out that we need something from him, 
he's going to cause trouble. Right now he's in way over 
his head. Asking for his help is like throwing him a 
rope," I said.

"Let him go." Liu Si said quietly. Everyone looked at 
her. "What, meimei?" Karen asked gently. (little sister)

"Let him go." Liu Si said. "If we let it happen, then he 
and the danger he represents is gone forever. I may yet 
find my parents, if I work very hard, maybe write a 
letter to every Chinese restaurant, nail salon, or 
massage parlor in the three states he had businesses. 
Even if I never find them, THEY left ME, and I am 
already happier here than I ever was there. It is a 
decision I can most definitely live with. Happily, in 
fact." She hugged Karen's arms and leaned back against 
her. Karen kissed the top of her head, making Liu Si 
smile.

Amy nodded her head. "I'll help with those letters, if 
you want."

"Maybe we should think it over, in case you have second 
thoughts," Lola said. Liu Si shook her head. "I will 
not. I have thought about it ever since my parents left. 
If finding them means asking for his help or submitting 
myself to him in any way, I shall not." Her face was 
resolute. Lola patted her on the shoulder. "I believe 
you, and you've impressed me all over again. You're so 
strong and brave. All of you guys are."

"You should totally move in!" Amy said craftily. "You'd 
love it here."

"Sorry," Lola said genuinely. "Your father made it 
clear. I live in mom's house."

"Awww," Amy said. "There's got to be some way, I'm not 
giving up!"

(A few months ago I saw a special on Discovery Channel 
about this museum exhibit made out of human bodies. 
Through some miracle of mortuary science, they removed 
all the gooshy stuff, and apparently the skin as well, 
to make horrific beef-jerky mummies, which they then 
position in playfully "lifelike" poses. You've got these 
desiccated corpses with no eyelids or lips posed like 
they are playing golf, or tennis, or riding a dead 
horse, or dancing and stretching, so you can see all 
their musculature and veins and stuff. Some people love 
it, because it's so clever and educational. To me, it 
sounds like a frickin' nightmare.

What really got my attention is all the protests about 
it being an exhibit from China, that these corpses are 
no doubt the bodies of dissenters, or political 
prisoners. China, of course, officially denies those 
accusations with a perfectly straight face, with about 
the level of credibility that someone might say "I did 
NOT have sexual relations with that woman, Miss 
Lewinsky."

Seeing as how they are preserved dead bodies, I'm sure 
that in travel and display, you get wear and tear, so 
they probably need a somewhat steady flow of 
replacements. I'm sure somebody somewhere has to decide 
WHICH prisoner gets jerkified, and I'll bet they save it 
for special cases. 

So now I'm concerned that if I ever went to that 
exhibit, I might see someone I recognize.  You know, the 
golfer might be missing two front teeth and have a knee 
built entirely out of plaster and wood screws.)

Every seven days I had to go back to the doctor so he 
could look at my stitches, so Lola and I (also the first 
time Karen) would pile into the Mustang and go. I 
continued healing at a good rate, and they would ask 
about my pain and re-wrap the bandages with clean gauze. 

Each time they unwrapped my leg, it looked a little less 
scary, but still gross. When they're still in, stitches 
look terrible! After the first time getting my stitches 
checked, Karen decided she didn't want to see it again 
until they were out.

Each time we left the house we tried to do something 
fun, like swing through Wendy's for Frosties, or at 
least think up something fun to do once I was back on my 
feet. I stopped taking the Vicodin about midway through 
week three, just going with a handful of ibuprofen, but 
it still didn't feel very good to NOT have my leg 
propped up.

Lola and I also got a chance to spend more time 
together, albeit platonically, but just getting to be 
around her was fun for me, and I know she enjoyed being 
around me as well. We started making a list of places to 
take Liu Si once the "heat" was off a little bit more. 
We decided to take her to a carwash, the kind you ride 
through, mini golfing, and to the local branch of our 
state college, where they have a pond with ducks and 
geese. Feeding ducks after going through a scary car 
wash sounded like a fun day.

I had also decided to quit Timpanelli's Pizza Subs and 
Wings! It was a pretty easy decision, after all. I had 
only taken the job so I didn't have to feel like I was 
always mooching off of Dad, but with Jenni making it 
miserable, it just wasn't worth it. I didn't need the 
feeling of independence that badly. Jenni wanted me 
gone, but more than that I realized that I wanted to BE 
gone. Therefore, I had already decided to quit.

It became a bigger issue when, in week three, I got my 
cell phone bill statement. It was a thick envelope. 
"Geez." I said, when Karen handed it to me. I opened it, 
and found that my (crushed) cell phone had been 
receiving an average of eight calls a day since the day 
I got stabbed. From Timpanelli's Pizza Subs and Wings!, 
even after Lola had told Pops that I was laid up. Also, 
I had been getting dozens of text messages sent to my 
phone, usually less than five characters, randomly, day 
and night. I didn't have unlimited calls OR texts, so 
needless to say, this bill was hefty, both physically 
and financially.

Lola was at the house when I unpacked this massive bill, 
and she looked at the pages in awe. "You're getting 
messages of two or three characters, sometimes as many 
as five in an hour, all from the same number."

The number didn't look familiar to me. "I don't even 
know who this is. This has to be a mistake." I said.

Lola was dialing it on her cell phone. She listened to 
it for a few seconds, and got a grim expression. "That's 
a mistake, all right." and handed me the phone. I caught 
the end of the message. "- in cash, or you can forget 
about it. How interesting you sound will determine how 
quickly I call you back. Make it good. *beep*" I put the 
phone down in surprise. "That's Jenni's number," I said.

Lola looked at the page from the bill again and bit her 
lips, pissed. "So she's just mashing out text messages 
and calling your phone nonstop when she KNOWS you're not 
coming to work. This looks like someone playing games."

"She hates me now, I don't think she's being playful," I 
said, not getting it.

"Well, *I* think she's trying to play something," Lola 
said. "And I don't like it. She just cost you..." she 
looked at the bill, "...almost $350."

She put the page down and looked at nothing, 
calculatingly. She turned to me. "Do you intend to keep 
that job?"

"No," I said immediately. "I'd already decided to quit, 
whenever I got back on my feet."

"I think you need to quit today, and I think I need to 
drive you out there this afternoon, so you can do it. 
Cut those ties quickly. This has gone way past 
acceptable behavior." She shook the cell phone bill. She 
was mad.

"I can do that, I just need to get cleaned up and 
dressed first," I said.

"Ok. How long do you think you need?" She asked me, 
drumming her fingers on her thigh.

I shrugged. "Maybe an hour?" She nodded.

"Good. I have a few things to do, but I will be back to 
get you in about an hour." She folded up the cell phone 
bill and put it back in the envelope. Then she put the 
envelope in her purse.

She told us goodbye and left. I climbed to my feet, and 
got my crutches under me. Moving around was a lot easier 
now, as everything was starting to hurt a lot less. 
"Time to go take a shower." I announced.

Karen went and got a trash bag from the kitchen, and she 
followed me upstairs, where Amy and Liu Si were goofing 
around in their room. They had set up an obstacle course 
across the entire floor, and were trying to coax Amy's 
micro RC car through it as fast as possible. The course 
ended with a jump off of a book, through the doorway 
into the bathroom, ending in a pile of laundry. 

"Sorry, sprouts, I have to take a shower," I said, as 
the car failed to navigate a turn and smashed over a 
skyscraper made out of Jenga blocks. Liu Si cheered, and 
Amy put down her remote controller with a huff. "I still 
say that's way too narrow," she grumbled.

Liu Si shrugged, glowing with self-satisfaction. "*I* 
can drive it without any problem."

""That's SO opposite of the stereotype." Amy said, 
finally looking at me. "What?"

"Taking a shower." I pointed at the ramp and the 
clothes. Karen had gone into her room to find rubber 
bands.

"Can we help?" Amy brightened. 

(Amy had been trying to get Liu Si to teach her the new 
handjob techniques, and so far, Liu Si had gleefully 
refused. "I, too, have something only I can give him," 
She had said. "I shall keep it that way, at least for a 
while." Amy had responded by not letting Liu Si out of 
her sight, so I had not gotten a rematch just yet. Three 
nights after her first solo visit, another attempt by 
Liu Si to sneak into my room alone had been interrupted 
by Amy charging in ten seconds later. I got a double 
header and licked Amy, but no secret techniques were 
divulged THAT night.)

"I..." I started to politely refuse, but Amy clenched 
her hands in front of her, begging silently. I glanced 
at Liu Si, who blushed, smiling, but didn't look away. 
"I think that could be arranged." I said, smiling at 
them both. They hugged quickly, and jumped up, 
scattering toys and pieces of obstacle course everywhere 
in their enthusiasm.

Karen came back into the bathroom, holding four rubber 
bands, and saw Amy and Liu Si yanking their socks off 
and shimmying out of their clothes. "Are we all 
showering?" She asked, surprised.

"They asked if they could help, and I said yes." I 
admitted, and she smiled knowingly. "Well of COURSE you 
did. But didn't you forget about me?"

I pulled her in and kissed her, deeply. "Never." I said, 
looking into her eyes.

"oooooOOOOOOoooooh," Amy and Liu Si said simultaneously, 
and then giggled.

Karen grinned at me and stuck her tongue out at them. 
"If they'll wash, I'll dry, how's that? I don't think we 
can all fit in there anyway."

"I'm sorry. Should I have asked you first?" I said 
softly, but she shook her head.

"I'll just have to ask first next time." She said, 
content.

I stripped off my clothes, and Karen held open the trash 
bag so I could get my leg in it. I sat on the (FREEZING 
COLD) toilet lid while she got two rubber bands up to my 
knee, a maneuver which cost me a few leg hairs. Tearing 
a hole in the bottom of the bag, she threaded it over my 
foot, and then rolled up the trash bag top and bottom 
until only about my calf was covered, but my foot was 
free so I didn't slip while bathing. Rubber bands top 
and bottom had me waterproofed quickly. The whole idea 
was Karen's. "You are SUCH a genius," I said sincerely, 
not for the first time.

Karen shrugged. "I want your body, especially when it's 
nice and clean. I thought of this for purely selfish 
reasons." She leaned in for another kiss, and if my 
accessories hadn't been frozen to the toilet lid, I 
would have probably started getting hard right about 
then.

Amy and Liu Si, both naked, trotted into the bathroom. 
"We will get in first and get the water ready," Liu Si 
announced, clenching her hands together and bouncing on 
her tiptoes. Amy grabbed her ass hungrily, and got her 
hand gently smacked. "Hee hee hee!" Amy giggled. "We'll 
tell you when to get in." She yanked the curtain closed, 
and I used the opportunity to grab Karen and pull her 
onto my lap.

"Hi there!" I said happily, looking up at her. She 
kissed my forehead. "Quitting the pizza shop, huh? Can't 
say I'm sorry about that."

I walked my finger up her leg from her knee to the edge 
of her shorts. "I don't think I'll miss it TOO much. But 
you'll have to put up with me hanging around the house a 
lot more." I said slyly.

"Yeah, I don't know what we'll DO," Karen rolled her 
eyes, and then gasped as I snaked my hand up under her 
polo shirt and cupped her left breast, squeezing and 
massaging it through the lacy material of her bra. She 
took a deep breath and tried to continue talking. 
"Always pawing at me, and making me ohhhhhh." She lost 
her train of thought as my fingertips finally isolated 
her erect nipple and pinched it, ever so gently.

"We're reeeeaaaadddyyyy!" Amy called. Karen sighed and 
smiled at me. "I've decided how I'm drying you off."

As she stood, I arranged my crutches and pulled myself 
off of the toilet lid, which made a noise. 
(whhhiiiiiicck!) I winced, and Karen gave me a 
commiserating pout. "Girls, get him clean, and then get 
him ready, ok? He's going to get *blow dried.*"

They both giggled from the shower, as I looked worriedly 
at Karen. "Lola's going to be here in about 45 minutes!" 
I said.

"Then I'll have to just give you a quickie. Get in the 
shower!" She seemed unperturbed. "When you get out, come 
straight into your room, where you'll then cum straight 
into my mouth." Big smile.

I crutched over to the shower, as she gathered up towels 
and practically danced into my room. Pulling back the 
curtain, I found Amy and Liu Si beaming at me, their 
slim bodies soaped thickly from the knees to their 
chins. "Hi!" It looked like they were wearing white 
swirly bodysuits. The spray from the shower was directed 
between them. Amy pointed at that spot.

"Hi," I said. I stepped carefully between them, and they 
both grabbed onto me in a triple hug. "Stand still," Liu 
Si said, and then she and Amy began rubbing up and down, 
pressing their wet, sudsy bodies against mine, scrubbing 
me. It was awkward, but lots of fun.

I had to hold onto the shower rod and the wall for 
balance, but the two of them were having a great time. 
So was I, of course. Warm water and (two!) warm, sudsy 
bodies rubbing against me happens to be a very effective 
method of arousal. Soon, my erection was prodding Amy, 
bouncing off her shoulder as she went up and down. 
"Whew!" She laughed, blinking water out of her eyes. 
"This side is getting all pointy!"

"Oooh!" Liu Si cooed, "Trade me!" Amy gave me a sudsy-
handed tug or two, and then motioned for me to turn 
around. I gladly did so, looking down as I carefully 
navigated the turn. Three people standing in the shower 
is like playing Twister standing up. 

Liu Si was on her knees, out of the path of the spray, 
and she washed my legs in between caressing my balls and 
more soapy tugs on my cock. "I would never think that 
getting clean could be so dirty." She said 
conversationally, as Amy soaped my armpits from behind 
me. (Which STILL felt weird.) Bending my cock upwards, 
she stroked me firmly several times, and my knees almost 
buckled.

At last I was clean, and going crazy with horniness. 
"All clean!" Amy announced, and I gave both she and Liu 
Si a very slow kiss before getting out. My erection was 
fully 100%, angled upwards, a little red from the 
scrubbing, but still raring to go.

"We're going to stay in here a little longer, I think." 
Amy said, sharing a look with Liu Si.

"At least until there is no more hot water," Liu Si 
grinned, and put her arms around Amy.

"Thank you both." I said, and closed the curtain.

"You can thank us, oh!, later." gasped Amy. I left them, 
and their soapy sexing, and crutched damply into my 
room.

"Here I..." I began, but Karen snapped her fingers at my 
bed, which was covered with towels.

"Lola called, and she's going to be about ten minutes 
late. We've got half an hour to get you off, dressed, 
and awake, and I intend to make full use of it." She 
said, smiling. "Now lay down."

I did, sitting on the edge of the bed and laying back 
while she carefully broke the rubber bands and removed 
the trash bag. When the rubber bands snapped, the skin 
where they had been constricting was sore and purple. 
Karen rubbed it gently with her fingers, before 
continuing up and grasping my cock, which was still 
rock-hard and glad to see her. "hel-looooooo" she sang 
to it, running her fingers up and down it. I sighed 
happily.

She stood and removed her shirt, displaying her lacy bra 
and her gorgeous upper body. She took her own shirt in 
both hands and scrubbed my legs and feet, drying me off. 
After drying my lower half, she tossed the (slightly 
damp) shirt onto my chest. "You can do the rest, right? 
I'm going to do this." She knelt between my legs and 
rubbed her breasts against my dick.

I half-heartedly dried myself off while Karen kissed and 
stroked my cock. "I missed you," She cooed to it. "I'm 
going to put you in my mouth and suck on you, is that 
ok?"

"That is so much more than ok!" I said, prompting Karen 
to put her hand over it as if shielding it from 
something. "I was *talking* to your cock, not you." she 
teased.

She returned her attention to it. "So I'll suck you, and 
you give me all the hot, juicy cum you've got, ok? But 
we have to hurry, because soon Will is taking you 
somewhere." her breath tickled me as it blew across my 
sensitive skin. I flexed my PC muscle, and waggled it up 
and down. "Good!" She said, and proceeded to have her 
way with me.

Licking, sucking, stroking and squeezing, she played a 
veritable symphony of sexuality on my dick. Right as she 
started, I could hear Amy wailing out an orgasm in the 
bathroom. "Yes! Yeeeeesss! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" Suddenly 
her voice changed pitch. "AAHH! COLD!" and I heard the 
water shut off.

As Karen's hands and tongue coaxed me within moments of 
ejaculation, I heard Liu Si gasp "Where did our towels 
go?"

"In here!" Karen called, pulling off for a second, and 
then *glomp!* right back on my dick. When I had left the 
shower, I was about 1/4 of the way to orgasm, my cock 
hard and happy. Karen's loving touch (and sucking mouth) 
had me almost all the way there in no time. I set my 
personal record for fastest blowout.

"Karen, baby, I can't last much longer!" I gasped, 
bucking involuntarily. Amy and Liu Si appeared, naked 
and shivering in the doorway. "Hurry!' Amy cried.

They ran to my bed and leapt onto it, each one snuggling 
damply up against one side, Amy on the right, Liu Si on 
the left. The minute I felt them pressed against me, I 
was gone, squirting cum so hard it felt like my balls 
cracked like a whip. "Uh! uh! Aaahhhhhhh ha ha haaa!" I 
screamed, clutching the girls against me while Karen 
sucked me deep and hard.

It didn't stop. It just didn't stop. I couldn't stop 
shaking, I could barely breathe, and my cock was 
practically vibrating with pleasure. I grabbed Liu Si's 
and Amy's butts with the corresponding hand, and just 
blasted off repeatedly into Karen's mouth. Eventually, I 
started to settle down, my abdomen almost cramping from 
the exertion as she teased the last few drops out of me. 
"Oh fuck!" I gasped hoarsely.

Amy giggled. "That felt like a good one!" she cooed, 
reaching over to rub Liu Si's cheek. Liu Si kissed my 
chest where she lay. Karen sat back, proud of herself, 
and wiped off her chin with a fingertip. She sucked it 
clean with an air of satisfaction. "How was that?' she 
asked rhetorically. I swallowed and tried to answer, but 
I was out of it.

"You got him good." Liu Si smirked, tracing a finger 
around on my chest. "Now I need to get clothing, because 
I am freezing!' She hopped up and kissed me on the lips, 
then scooted off the bed and zipped into Amy's room. 
After a happy kiss with me, and another one with Karen, 
Amy was gone as well.

"You lay there, I'll get you some clothes." She purred, 
and stood gracefully.

"I-I don't know if I can walk," I gasped, happily.

"You poor baby," Karen pouted, and laughed, getting out 
underwear and socks.

She dressed me, again, like in the hospital. "I love you 
so much." I said dreamily.

"I know, I was here when you proved it," she said, 
tapping her lower lip with an index finger. "Mmmmmmm."

I struggled to sit up. She got me my crutches, and we 
headed downstairs. I was barely awake as she put my 
shoes on me, but soon I perked up again. I observed her 
tiny, satisfied smile as she tied them. "You're enjoying 
pampering me, aren't you?" I said, in wonder.

"You bet." She said, grinning at me. "I don't get the 
opportunity very often, and this has REALLY been fun."

The driveway box binged. "Lola's on her way," I said, 
unnecessarily.

Karen got up and sat next to me, holding my hand. 
"Speaking of whom, how's that going?"

"I've been flirting with her a little less, ever since 
the hospital." I said, "but I'm going to start up 
again."

Karen nodded. "Good. Get through to her."

"I'll do my best," I said, and she smiled at me.

"Let me get a drink of water, then I want a kiss before 
you go." She said, and leapt up.

Amy and Liu Si staggered downstairs and flopped, arm in 
arm, on the couch. "So what are you gonna do?" They were 
both wearing shorts and tank tops.

"I'm going to go quit my job," I said.

Liu Si's eyebrows went up. Amy was jazzed. "Sweet! How 
are you going to do it?"

I shrugged. "I'm just going to walk in and quit. Nothing 
fancy." 

Please note: I am not psychic.

I heard the glass patio door slide open, and Karen 
saying "Wow!" Amy looked over my head and grabbed Liu 
Si's arm.

I turned and looked, and my mouth went dry.

Lola was standing in the kitchen, and she was dressed 
for battle. She was wearing a power suit, but it was a 
suit built on a dress, not slacks. A tight cotton sheath 
dress hugged her hips and thighs, and she wore a blazer 
over it, both in a matching navy blue pinstripe. A white 
blouse appeared in the collar of the suit coat, and I 
could just barely make out a gold necklace in the narrow 
cleft of her blouse. It was the shark tooth.

She walked into the living room, her heels making little 
*pock pock pock* sounds as she crossed the kitchen. 
Karen followed along behind her, her eyes drinking in 
every detail. Amy saw the shark tooth and grinned. 
"Soooomebody's in troooooouble," she sang quietly.

"Are you ready to go, Will?" Lola asked, smiling at me. 
As she walked around the couch and touched my shoulder, 
I could see she was wearing black stiletto heels with 
the little strap around the ankle. These also had a 
little strap running from the ankle strap down the 
center of her foot, ending at the pointy toe.

"S-sure," I stammered. "You look like you mean 
business." I rose on my crutches.

"I just have to take care of something, that's all." She 
smiled, but there was still a glint in her eye. I was a 
little intimidated even though I knew I wasn't the 
person in trouble.

"Oh?" I said eloquently, still loopy from the orgasm ten 
minutes ago.

"When you go in to the pizza shop to talk to your boss, 
I'm going to see about your phone bill," she said 
briskly. "This is really outrageous."

I relaxed a little. *That sounds ok,* I remember 
thinking.

We hugged everybody else goodbye, and Lola and I headed 
out to her convertible. I noticed a leather valise in 
the space behind the seat when I got in.

"When we get to the pizza shop, the cell phone place is 
two plazas down, on the left. It's the (crappy semi-
local wireless that is WAY worse than advertised) 
store." I said, leaning back and pulling my crutches 
into my lap.

"Ok," Lola said. "Do you have enough leg room?"

"I'm good," I said, reclining the seat as far as it 
would go.

We pulled out, and headed up the driveway. "Any advice 
on quitting? I've never quit a job before," I said, 
mostly to fill the space.

"Well, I've been working on the assumption that you're 
never going back, right?" She said, looking both ways 
and pulling out onto the main road.

"Right," I said, holding on as she accelerated. Lola was 
driving angry.

"Then just be honest, and tell him you're quitting. You 
don't need to give notice, because you've already been 
out for, what, two and a half weeks?" Lola asked.

"Right," I said, leaning away from a telephone pole that 
looked mighty close as we went around a curve.

"So they've already figured out how to schedule without 
you. You can just quit." She said. We passed one of 
those weird little mail trucks. "Are you going to tell 
him why?" She glanced at me sidelong.

"His daughter is an evil bitch? Nah. It won't do me any 
good to tell him. He either sees it or he doesn't, and 
he's probably not going to listen to me even if I did," 
I said.

"You're certainly being a gentleman about it." Her tone 
seemed to say that she approved of me, but not of the 
situation itself. "But that's good. YOU don't need to 
sink to her level."

Soon (VERY soon) we were at Timpanelli's Pizza Subs and 
Wings! Lola pulled in, right up to the front window in 
the dining area. (For whatever reason, our handicapped 
space is NOT the one closest to the door. The order 
pickup space is, and it was here that Lola parked.) When 
I got out, I turned on my crutches. "I don't think I'll 
be very long." I said. "I'll just wait in the dining 
area until you get back." The motor was still running.

"Oh, don't worry." She smiled at me, reaching over the 
back and pulling out the leather valise. "I'll be here 
when you get done." She opened the case and started 
shuffling papers inside it. She pulled out the phone 
bill and set it on the passenger seat.

I crutched to the doors and opened them. The dining area 
was empty, and Fox News was on. Pops was here. "Hi! What 
can-" Jenni trotted out of the kitchen and stopped. "Oh, 
it's you. Mr. Lazy Shit." She said in disgust.

"You should be nicer. I'm here to make your day." I 
said, heading for the office.

"Fuck you!" She snarled. "I already told you NO, 
remember?." I returned. She fumed as I knocked on the 
office door.

"Yo!" Pops called, and I opened it and went in.

"Will! Good grief, man!" He said, looking at my crutches 
and bandage. (I was wearing my khaki shorts.)

"Hi." I crutched in and the door shut. "May I sit?"

He gestured at the chair, "Sure, kid, go on." He watched 
me get myself situated. "You know, that lady called and 
told me that some guy busted into your house and stabbed 
you, but at the time, I admit it sounded far-fetched. 
Now, I can't believe how crazy it is that it's true."

"I think he followed me home from my last night 
delivering," I said. "He tried to block me off a bridge, 
way out in the boonies, but I got around him and came 
back here, then home. When he showed up at my house, he 
called me Pizza Boy."

"Shit." Pops chewed his lip. "That ain't right. Was he 
somebody you knew?"

I shook my head. "Not a bit," I lied. "But that brings 
me to my next point. That WAS my last night delivering. 
I'm quitting."

He frowned, but nodded. "I can see why this would put 
you off, but I could really use you. Without you I'm 
down to Lenny and Spiro, and Lenny has a way of ruining 
people's appetites."

"I came to see you because I felt we should speak as 
men, face to face." I said. (Pops loves it when people 
talk like they're in the Godfather, it just butters him 
right up.) "But I cannot continue. I respectfully 
resign."

He sighed. "Lenny and Spiro. Most of our business is 
deliveries."

"You could send Jenni out there. She'd get good tips." I 
said, but he shook his head firmly.

"I'm not sending her out in the dark with horny frat 
douche bags and knife-wielding maniacs, forget it." He 
said. I shrugged. For a second there, I thought he had 
said horny FAT douche bags, which would have brought us 
right back to Fat Lenny.

Pops leaned forward conspiratorially. "Hey, uh, can I 
ask you sumthin'? Did sumthin' happen between you and 
Jenni? Strictly off the record, of course."

"How far off the record?" I asked warily. "You being her 
father and all."

"No, no not like that, I just mean, well, ever since you 
been out, she's been telling me that I should get rid of 
you. Like she doesn't trust you. I thought you guys were 
getting along ok, there at first."

"Nothing happened, sir." I said calmly. "We're just... 
incompatible, I suppose."

"You're a good guy, Will. You never stole from me, and I 
hate to lose you." He held out his hand to shake, and 
the phone rang. "Just a sec." He lifted the receiver. 
"Timpanelli's Pizza Subs and Wings, home of the Big Ass 
Meal Deal." Silence. "Yeah, yeah. Hold on." He covered 
the receiver with his hand. "It's the bank. I gotta take 
this. See ya around, Will." I saluted, and got to my 
feet.

But when I got out of his office door, I was in for a 
shock. Dolores Klemp, attorney at law, was standing at 
the counter, talking to Jenni with quiet, smug menace. 
Jenni had her fists clenched under the counter and was 
turning red, I could see it creeping down the back of 
her neck as I headed up front. The air crackled with 
tension and negative energy.

I crutched up quickly, getting around Jenni, making sure 
to stay out of talon reach. I caught what Lola was 
saying.

"...to cease and desist this harassment immediately. 
This cell phone bill, which includes the past two weeks, 
is more than enough grounds to bring charges, and not 
just financial reparations." She slapped the phone bill 
down on the counter, next to a letter which had already 
been there when I came out. The bill pages were 90% 
yellow with highlighter.

Jenni caught sight of me, although Lola had been 
studiously ignoring my approach. "YOU!" She hissed. "YOU 
did this, you fucking asshole!"

Lola held up a finger, and Jenni flinched back as if it 
were a sword. "You want to watch your mouth." Lola 
stated, with icy calm. "Any further attempt to demean my 
client or insult him in any way, and I'm prepared to 
charge you with attempted sexual assault, reckless 
endangerment, and malicious wounding." If Lola wasn't so 
scary right then, I would have been seriously turned on.

"What?!" Jenni was shocked right out of her anger, and 
looked at Lola, terrified. "Sexual assault?! He was 
perfectly willing to... He was a consenting adult!"

I saw Fat Lenny peek around the doorway from the 
kitchen, but when he made eye contact with me, he 
quickly jumped back.

"First of all, at 17, he's a minor. YOU are not. Second, 
when a sexually transmitted disease is concealed from 
your potential partner, it's a whole new ballgame. It's 
called "informed consent," and you didn't have it. Have 
you ever heard of Megan's Law? As a sexual offender, 
you'll know it well. You were planning to deliberately 
expose him to your disease." Lola was dealing out 
sentences like cards in a winning poker hand. Confident, 
furious, and in control. God, she was hot.

Jenni clutched her stomach as if in pain, backing away 
from the counter. "You'll never prove that!" She snarled 
in a choked whisper. There were tears in her eyes.

Lola gave her a smile that would have made babies cry. 
"Oh, honey." She laughed, her eyes flashing with fury. 
"In the civil trial, you'd be AMAZED at what I don't 
have to prove." I had shivers down my spine.

Jenni covered her mouth with one hand, as tears spilled 
from her eyes. Into this silence, Lola said "No calls. 
No trash talking. No anything. You just forget you ever 
saw him, and I'll forget to complicate your life." She 
said 'complicate' like someone else would have said 
'destroy.'

Jenni turned and ran, clumsily, out of sight in the 
kitchen. I could hear her sobbing. What was that phrase 
President Bush used to use? Oh yeah. Shock and Awe.

Lola turned to me, still ice cold and professional. "Are 
you ready to go, darling?"

"I'm done," I said, trying not to ruin her exit. Sweet 
Jeebus. "You?"

"I don't think there's anything left," she said 
dismissively, and scooped her papers into the valise. As 
I crutched out, she kept her hand on my back, as if to 
steady me. 

I kept my cool until we had pulled out and were about 
500 yards down the road. "What was THAT?" I asked, in 
awe. "WOW!"

"I went to high school, and then college, with a hundred 
girls like her. They think they are the toughest bitches 
in the world, just because they've always been able to 
get what they want." Lola said. "They're bullies, and as 
long as they have some way of getting to you, they don't 
quit. The only way to make them stop is to scare them to 
death. When I saw that phone bill, I knew I had to slam 
that door quickly."

"You slammed it, welded it shut, and bricked over the 
opening!" I said. "Damn!"

"I know I let you think I was going to the cell phone 
place, but if I had told you I was confronting Jenni, I 
thought you would try to stop me. It needed to be done." 
Lola glanced at me, as if guilty.

I thought about it a moment. It WAS a little harsh, but 
I'm sure she was right. Jenni was having too much fun 
making me miserable to just quit it. "No, you're right." 
I said. "and you were gorgeous doing it." 

Lola blinked and got this little smile. "Really?" she 
blushed. "It WAS kind of a rush, I'll admit. Not that I 
like being mean to people, but... she really deserved 
it."

Time to be completely honest. "I couldn't decide if I 
should be scared or turned on," I said.

"Wh-what?" Lola laughed nervously, still blushing.

"I said I couldn't decide if I should be scared or 
turned on. You were so awesome. How does Amy put it? Hot 
and scary at the same time," I said, smiling. "You were 
on fire in there. The suit, the confidence. SO sexy, but 
also intimidating."

"Well, I..." She was staring at the road, still 
blushing, "I certainly wouldn't want you to be scared." 
She said, her voice tiny.

I pounced. "So it's ok if I'm turned on? You were so 
cool in there, and I'm all like "My hero!" I clutched 
both my hands beside my face. She giggled, and bit her 
lower lip, but she couldn't stop the smile spreading 
over her face.

"PLEASE go out with me." I said earnestly, and she 
gasped.

"I-I..." She faltered.

"I can't promise you diamonds and a rose garden, but I 
promise you four people who will love you, day in and 
day out, no matter what." I said.

"FOUR people?" She laughed.

"I told you in the hospital that if you go out with me, 
then you get the girls too." I said, still not telling 
her just how fully I meant it. "And they care about you 
just as much as I do."

We turned in to our driveway, and she slowed the car as 
soon as we got into the trees. "Will, I..." she began, 
but I took her right hand off the wheel and kissed the 
back of it. She stopped the car and took a deep breath. 
"Ok, I've talked myself through every reason why I 
shouldn't do this and the only reason I have left is 
that you're 17, and I'm 35."

"I don't care how old you are. I swear to God I don't. 
You're wonderful, you're amazing, and you're so 
beautiful sometimes I want to just grab you. Beautiful 
on the inside, not just the outside." I turned her hand 
over and kissed the palm. She moaned, and started 
breathing heavier.

"I meant that you're underage." She said. "I can't make 
excuses for that. I can talk myself out of everything 
else, but that reason is too strong."

"I'll be 18 in four months," I said, and an idea hit me. 
"If you're Pro-Life, and you believe that life begins at 
conception, I'm already eighteen years old."

She laughed. "That is such bull-crap!"

"I'm trying," I agreed. Another kiss, this time on the 
soft skin inside her wrist. She smelled SO good.

I kept my lips by her skin, and kissed again, an inch 
higher, nudging the end of her sleeve. "Enough!" She 
begged. "Don't tease me like this!"

I lowered her hand. "I'm not teasing. I fully intend to 
deliver on every promise I'm making," I said, looking 
deep into her eyes.

"I believe you," she moaned.

"How about we take it slow?" I asked. She shook her 
head.

"I don't WANT to take it slow," she said, "But you're 
right." Dammit! "We should."

Me and my big mouth. "Well, before we do anything else," 
I said softly, and reached for her. She leaned towards 
me hesitantly at first, but the minute we touched, she 
was all in. I cradled the back of her head, and drew her 
in for the sweetest kiss we had ever shared. As our lips 
brushed, it was like static electricity jumped between 
us. I tingled all over. (Oh yeah, erection 55%) We 
kissed again and again, stronger and longer.

When I went to pull away, she grabbed a handful of my 
shirt and took me prisoner, her tongue invading my mouth 
and dueling with mine on its home turf. She was growling 
little sounds of impatience and hunger as our lips 
pressed and caressed. Our tongues parted as equals, with 
vows to renew combat at the earliest opportunity. "I 
swear you're getting MUCH better." she gasped, as I 
straightened my shirt.

"I'm getting a good education," I said vaguely but 
lecherously, and she swatted me playfully, still trying 
to catch her breath.

"Do I have any lipstick on me?" I asked, trying to see 
in the mirror.

"No, I got the kiss-proof kind," she said, to which I 
replied "Good thinking."

She laughed. "It's really called smudge proof, but they 
call it kiss-proof, because it sounds sexier."

"It sure does," I agreed. She sighed and just looked at 
me. "Thank you."

"For what?" I said. "The smoochies?"

"For reaching out to me, you and your sisters both. I am 
SO much happier now that I was four months ago, I can't 
even tell you. You've all been so supportive and strong, 
that you've made me strong again, and I thank you. I was 
lost and you four found me." She was well on the 
emotional swing now, from angry to horny to happy and a 
little choked up. "I have so much to thank you for. All 
of you. I owe you so much."

"Well, you don't owe us anything, but if you want to 
repay it, we accept repayment in the form of kisses, 
payable to me." I said, and she laughed. There was a 
quiet moment in which we both just sat there, happily, 
in the car, in the shade, in the driveway.

Into this silence I broached a topic which was on my 
mind, maybe hers as well. "As far as dating, I mean it 
when I say I like you, and I want you, but I'm prepared 
to let it happen whenever it happens." I said clumsily. 
"Forgive me if this is indelicate."

"What do you mean?" She blushed.

"I'm sorry if I'm being too blunt," I said, "but Jenni 
made it clear that on the third date she was jumping 
down my pants. Date three meant sex ahoy. I am NOT doing 
anything like that."

"You're not?" she pouted, but then laughed. "I get what 
you mean. You're not putting any pressure on me, it 
happens when it happens."

"Right." I said, feeling like a jerk for even mentioning 
it, "And I mean that. I have no expectations, and I'm 
not demanding anything of you."

"Will, you put pressure on me just being around me." She 
admitted, "Sometimes you make it hard to think straight, 
just smiling at me, or KISSING my PALM." She swatted my 
left knee again. "That's in my top three turn-ons, by 
the way. Not Fair."

"I didn't know!" I protested playfully. "Perhaps if you 
gave me the full list, I would know how to avoid 
accidentally arousing you." I was the very picture of 
innocence.

Lola laughed, hard. "This is what I'm talking about. 
Darn you."

I grinned, and she swatted me lightly again. "Stop it! 
You're too cute to just grin at me all the time, I can't 
even get myself calmed down." I made a frowning grimace, 
and she chuckled again. "Ok, that's better. Do that." 
She sat back and made herself calm down.

"Ah, god. We should probably get you home." She caught 
her breath at last.

Still frowning, I nodded. She giggled again and stepped 
on the gas.

Amy flipped out when she heard the report of what 
happened, so excited she made me stop the story halfway 
so she could go pee. Karen was also enthralled, although 
without the need for urination. Liu Si felt bad for 
Jenni, but Lola, Karen ad Amy successfully convinced her 
that the only way to shut Jenni down was to scare the 
shit out of her.

Lola was undoubtedly the hero of the day. The girls went 
crazy over her, holding her hands, hugging her, 
basically not giving her a moment to breathe. It was the 
happiest I'd seen her.

We gave her a few minutes to go home and change, and she 
returned wearing her "PINK" (actually grey, if you 
remember) sweats, and we all spent a wonderful lazy 
afternoon hanging out, talking, and being comfortable.

Dinner was frozen pizza that came on a garlic bread 
crust, which is my current favorite, and when it was 
time to say goodnight, Lola and I shared a VERY nice 
kiss on the patio. She actually held onto my crutches as 
she leaned in, and it was wonderful.

"I'm going to enjoy this," She purred, her lips inches 
from mine after we parted. Garlic bread pizza on a 
beautiful woman's breath is still pretty cool.

"I certainly HOPE so, and me too," I mumbled, happily.

She put her hand on my chest, and gently pushed herself 
back. "You can watch me walk away, if you like." She 
teased.

"So nice of you to offer," I teased right back.

"It's SO nice to feel sexy again." She giggled, but then 
covered her mouth with her hand. "I shouldn't have said 
that out loud."

"You've always been sexy," I said. "Ever since we've 
met. And as far as saying things out loud, I have an 
idea." I took her hands. "From what I've seen on TV, and 
in movies, when people date, it always seems like a 
contest. Like there's things they have to hide, or 
scores they have to keep. The guy can't fart, the girl 
can't fart OR belch. They have to be fake, too much of 
the time."

"I'm not going to fart in front of you, don't ask me." 
Lola said, smiling.

"I just mean that behaving like a real person isn't 
going to scare me away. We can both admit we want to be 
happy, to feel good, and to have fun," I said.

"Right!" Lola actually hopped. She was having fun 
already.

"So you don't have to be embarrassed about what you're 
thinking. I guarantee I'm not going to think you're 
crazy," I finished. "Unless you're thinking you want to 
kill me and eat my brain."

"Not kill, not eat, and not brain," Lola giggled. When 
she saw the look on my face, she laughed outright. "See, 
that sentence could have meant anything, but YOU made it 
dirty."

I nodded, guilty. She spun around, and pointed at 
herself. "Ok, begin watching!" and strutted to her car. 
I waited and waved as she left. Good times.

Amy and Liu Si had been hiding in the kitchen, watching 
us kiss, and ran away giggling when I crutched back in. 
I could hear a whispered conference in the living room. 
When I went back in, everyone was happy and attentive, 
sitting calmly.

"William, my love," Karen said, excitement in her voice. 
"Do you have something to tell us?"

"Hmmm?" Amy said, and Liu Si giggled.

"I think Lola and I are dating," I said, sitting down at 
last.

"You think?" Liu Si asked.

"Well, I asked her, and she didn't say no, and then we 
kissed. Several times. She seems very happy." I admitted 
to the room full of ladies I was already making love to. 
They cheered. But as we calmed down, Karen, as usual, 
was able to pick out what I had missed.

"I thought we were going to tell her about us. Doesn't 
this, asking her out, kissing her, while not telling her 
amount to lying about it?" She asked worriedly. Some of 
the fun went out of the room.

Crap. I'm going to have to figure this out, and fast.

The more I thought about it, the more that phrase 
"informed consent" kept rattling around in my head. She 
needed to be "in the loop" before we did anything, or it 
just wouldn't be right. I took a little comfort in the 
fact that she hadn't actually said "Yes" yet, we'd just 
kissed, which was exactly what we had done at the 
hospital, so maybe I'm not a TOTAL asshole for kissing 
her without being completely honest with her. Maybe.

I really felt like an ass, especially after the "I'm not 
pressuring you into sex" topic had come up. I mean, it 
had barely been three weeks since the hospital, when she 
told me she needed to say no until she could get herself 
together. I wasn't being patient. I tried to figure out 
a way to politely backpedal without looking like that's 
what I was doing.

I decided to go with the facts: I had asked her, she had 
not SAID yes or no. We had changed the subject, and made 
out, but there had not been a verbal agreement. She had 
voiced her final objection, which was our age 
difference, and said that she couldn't let herself 
ignore the fact that I was 17. If I could pick up that 
point and agree with it, I could buy myself four months 
to find a way to tell her. I thought.

This was still going to suck, though. I had asked her 
out, and now I was effectively withdrawing the 
invitation. I just had to hope her inner guilt would 
make it easier for her to accept it.

The one thing I tried to keep going in our favor was 
that I had never lied to her. I knew that when she found 
out, it was going to be pretty bad, but I had tried to 
sow seeds of the idea from the moment Karen and Amy and 
I had come together. I told her that we all loved her, 
and that when she went out with me, she got them too. I 
know she wouldn't have any idea how I truly I meant 
that, but I had to at least throw the idea out there. If 
I had been like "You're the one I love," and then later 
"Plus these other three I've been fucking for two months 
before you" It would be horrible.

But if I said "I love you, and so do they" and then 
later "We're already lovers, you can just jump right in 
the middle," Maybe it would be a little less horrible. 
Lola had already told me that she wasn't interested in 
marriage, just a long-term true love, and that she would 
easily forgive me if I was attracted to other girls, 
just let her know. Those two facts gave me hope that she 
might be able to deal with it, and that I wasn't just 
wasting my time and breaking her heart.

I was worried that her heart was going to get a little 
broken anyway, and I didn't know how to avoid that, but 
I hoped and prayed that it would be as painless as it 
could possibly be.

I suppose I could have shut her out the moment Karen and 
I found our love, but looking back, I just couldn't 
have. Lola needed love, and to BE loved, and all of us 
felt so strongly for her, and wanted her to be happy. 
It's like looking out a window and seeing someone 
starving to death while you've got a full table of food. 
You can't just SIT there. You HAVE to reach out.

I lay awake much of the night just trying to think of a 
way to tell her about the others. I didn't come up with 
anything that I thought would actually work. Eventually, 
at some point, I fell into a restless sleep.

***
Chapter 12 - Family Date Night 2/ All Healed Up/ The Big 
Reveal
***

When I woke up in the morning, I decided to call Lola on 
the phone, before she had a chance to come over. If I 
was going to backpedal, it would be impossible to do in 
person. On the phone, it MIGHT work.

I sat at the island in our empty kitchen and called her 
house; she answered on the third ring. "Hel-loooooo," 
She sang. She seemed so happy. I hated myself for what I 
was about to do.

"Hello. I-I wanted to call and apologize for yesterday." 
I said, getting right to the point.

Lola seemed lost. "Apologize? For what?" I could HEAR 
the smile in her voice.

I funneled my real guilt into a pretend reason. "I was 
being selfish yesterday. I know when I was in the 
hospital you told me you wanted to wait, and it hasn't 
even been three full weeks yet, and there I was 
pressuring you."

"Well, I mean..." She tried to downplay it. "I didn't 
mind a bit, actually."

"I know, I know, you're so understanding." I cut in. 
"But the fact remains I was wrong. I didn't sleep a wink 
last night, I felt so bad. I ignored the fact that you 
hadn't said yes, and just started acting like we were 
already dating. I feel like such a heel." I said sadly.

"Don't! Don't feel bad!" She said, concerned. "I didn't 
say yes? I could have sworn-"

"No, you didn't, and I just acted so poorly. In the 
hospital, you told me you wanted to wait, and I agree, I 
really do. Yesterday I was weak. I was so attracted to 
you after the pizza shop that I ignored your very real 
objections. I acted like a pig. I promise to wait as 
long as you want, and at least until I'm 18, no matter 
what." I said, letting my real heartbreak be heard in my 
voice.

"No matter what?" Lola asked, her voice small. God, I 
felt awful for this, but I couldn't think of anything 
else. She had to know BEFORE we got too far.

"No matter what." I promised firmly. "You were right. We 
should wait, and I need to be strong about it. As strong 
as you are."

Lola sighed, and it was a moment before her voice came 
back. "I... yes, ok. Thank you. You didn't need to 
apologize at all, but... thank you. We'll wait." She 
sounded like she was trying not to sound disappointed. I 
felt so low.

"Just..." I let my crummy feelings be heard. "Just don't 
give up on me, ok?"

"I would NEVER give up on you." She said, her voice 
serious.

"I'm so glad." I said sincerely. "You're so strong, it's 
easy to see why I like you so much. I just need to have 
restraint. Thank you for being so forgiving."

"No problem," she sighed, obviously let down by the 
conversation. She sounded so happy when we started. I'm 
such a jerk. Sometimes I really don't like me.

"So what time are you coming over today?" I asked, 
trying to lighten the mood. "We all miss you when you're 
not here, of course."

"I've got some laundry in right now, so maybe early this 
afternoon?" Lola said, clearly trying to perk herself 
up. For a few hours there, she had been in a 
relationship. Now she was alone again.

"We can't wait," I said. "I'll say goodbye until later. 
Love you." It just slipped out. I punched myself in the 
thigh. I'm such an asshole. I meant it, but that was the 
worst possible time to let it slip out.

"Bye," said Lola, shaken. I put the cordless phone down 
and lay my head on the kitchen island. "I'm such a 
stupid jerk." I mumbled to myself.

I felt a gentle hand on my back, and Karen said "I don't 
think you're stupid or a jerk." I didn't even realize 
she was up yet. I left my head on the counter.

"You should have heard her. She was SO happy at first, 
then she just sounded so sad," I said.

"I think a little bit of honest hurt is better than a 
lot of deceit." Karen said wisely, still rubbing my 
back. "Especially if you love someone and want the best 
for them. I think you did the best you could. You made 
it sound like it was her idea, and you apologized for 
not being as strong as her. I think that's the best way 
you could have done it."

I sighed. It didn't FEEL like the best way. Karen gave 
me a pat on the butt. "We're going to take good care of 
her. It'll work out."

I couldn't help but be swayed by her simple optimism. 
When Karen looks me in the eye and tells me something, 
it's true.

Karen began making breakfast, and I assumed my usual 
toast duties.

Amy and Liu Si joined us; Amy skipping and leaping, Liu 
Si walking normally. Breakfast was shared, and I told 
the I.B.T.C. about my phone call to Lola.

"Awwwwww," Liu Si said, pouting.

"I was wondering how you could have handled it." Amy 
said, crunching her white toast. "When she comes over we 
need to pamper her all day. Make her feel better. Paint 
her toenails again."

I agreed. "Maybe we'll cook her favorite dinner or 
something."

"Weren't we supposed to go OUT for dinner?" Karen said.

"OH YEAH!" Amy said, way too loud. "Barbecue this time!"

I held up my hands. "Let's see if she wants to, first. 
We shouldn't be inviting ourselves out to dinner on her 
as a way of cheering her up."

"We'll take good care of her," Amy said, 
enthusiastically. Liu Si smiled and gave me a thumb's 
up.

After breakfast, I started over thinking everything. 
*When she gets here, should I be waiting for her on the 
back patio, like a guilty puppy? Or should I be in the 
house, all nonchalant, like I don't even care? If I 
greet her TOO warmly, will I make it worse?* I decided 
to play it by ear, but not distance myself due to guilt, 
because the last thing in the world I wanted was for her 
to think I wasn't that interested. 

I WAS that interested, but it needed to wait until I was 
legal; that was the official story. If she came over and 
I was too stand-offish, after being all clingy 
yesterday, who knows what signal that would send.

As it turns out, I was the second to greet her, because 
Amy was outside scooping bugs out of the pool. "Lola's 
here!" Amy yelled, full of cheer. Good old Amy. I leaned 
on my crutches and watched from the kitchen as Amy ran 
over and hugged her, and just started jabbering at her, 
talking excitedly about something, who knows what, but 
she soon had drawn Lola in, and Lola was laughing and 
smiling before she even got to the sliding door, which I 
opened.

"Hello," I smiled at her, a little guiltily, and she 
chucked me on the shoulder.

"Hi there." She said, happy again, all traces of her 
earlier disappointment gone from her voice or demeanor. 
"Amy has let me know that it would be totally ok if I 
wanted to take you guys out for barbecue tonight." She 
laughed.

"She wasn't supposed to bring up that subject at all," I 
said, frowning out the door at Amy's back, which 
radiated innocence.

""No, it's ok," Lola smiled, "because I DO want to take 
you guys out, and tonight is just as good as any other 
time."

"Well, if you're sure, then we would be honored to go 
out with you. Again." I bowed my head momentarily.

"Sure I'm sure," Lola said. "You guys are the greatest."

"YOU'RE the greatest," I argued. She shook her finger at 
me, her other hand on her hip. Today she was wearing a 
pretty green blouse with a V-neck and shiny decorative 
buttons following the line of the V, and (gloriously 
tight) blue jeans. "You remember what I said about 
flattery," She mock-scolded. I grinned.

Putting an arm around her, I said "Remind me."

"Pffft, you remember. I know you do." She laughed, 
putting her hand on my chest. We paused for a moment. 
*Here's whether we either get awkward, or things get 
cool again,* I thought.

I used my armpits to clutch my crutches, and put my 
other arm around her and held her close. "Listen-" I 
began gently, but I could hear footsteps coming down the 
stairs.

"We'll have time to talk later," Lola said, patting my 
chest. "It's cool."

"I'm glad," I admitted, and reluctantly released her. 
She seemed just as reluctant to be released.

Karen walked in, followed a moment later by Liu Si, both 
in swimsuits(!), and were delighted to see Lola there. 
Karen trotted (oh my goodness) over and gave Lola a hug 
and a kiss on the cheek. Lola blushed hard. "Well, hello 
there," she mumbled.

Karen was wearing her older swimsuit, not the fish-scale 
tankini thing, but a white one-piece with a scalloped 
neckline. Her fantastic figure almost seemed to glow, 
the suit standing out against her tanned skin. Yowza.

Liu Si was also wearing a one piece, but hers was blue 
from the waist down, red from her bust up, and white 
across her flat little belly, with little anchors 
printed across the middle. I realized it was supposed to 
be a patriotic nautical theme (patriautical?) but who 
would design a swimsuit with anchors on it? Doesn't that 
seem like bad luck? "Jie-jie is going to teach me how to 
swim!" Liu Si said happily to Lola. (big sister)

"That's cool," Lola smiled at her, then paused, looking 
out the patio door. Amy was not wearing a swimsuit, just 
a tank top and capris. "I'm kinda surprised Amy isn't 
the one teaching you."

Liu Si got an embarrassed look and bit her finger. "Umm, 
how can I sayyyy..."

"Amy dives really well, but when it comes to swimming, 
she tends to swim like a cat that didn't mean to fall 
in." Karen said, with a smile, and Liu Si clapped her 
hands and laughed.

"And Karen is a graceful fish!" Liu Si added. Karen 
blinked, and then smiled too. (To this day Liu Si will 
still phrase things strangely, and sometimes it takes a 
moment to catch up.)

Lola's cell phone started playing "Hungry Like The Wolf" 
and she jumped. "Whoops," She mumbled, and dug it out. 
She looked with surprise at the caller ID, and 
apologized to us. "I'm sorry, I know this is rude, but 
it's important. Would you excuse me?"

I waved my hand. "Go for it, we're ok." and she opened 
it and stepped outside. Watching her walk across the 
patio, towards the covered hot tub, Karen said "She 
seems ok. Not mad or anything."

"I'm sure getting greeted by the Swimsuit Squad helped. 
You both look fantastic!" I stepped back to look at them 
both, and they both smiled.

Liu Si cocked her hip, tossed her hair back and touched 
her hip with her index finger, going "Tssssssss!" We all 
laughed.

"Seriously, you're both absolutely gorgeous." I said, 
and took Karen's hand. Liu Si took Karen's other hand 
and gave me a huge smile. "I am so happy." Liu Si 
announced.

"Really?" Karen laughed gently.

"Every day is like a dream that is coming true," Liu Si 
said simply, and smiled again.

"Ready to learn to swim?" Karen said, and Liu Si nodded. 
Hand in hand, they walked outside.

I crutched out as well, to find the sun had drifted 
behind some clouds, making the patio a bit cooler and 
less bright, but still a wonderful day.

Lola was leaning on the hot tub cover, writing something 
on a piece of paper she had taken from her purse, still 
on her cell phone. Her ass was beautiful. I sighed.

I crutched over and dragged two of the deck chairs 
around until they were facing the pool, and sat in one. 
Karen and Liu Si were slooowly walking down into the 
pool, getting used to the water temperature. Amy, 
finished scooping bugs, threw down the scooper and 
stampeded inside.

I relaxed, and after several minutes, Lola finished up 
her business and drifted over to sit near me. We were 
far enough away from the pool that normal speaking tones 
didn't carry, but raised voices did.

"Do you have different ringtones for everybody?" I 
asked, as a way of breaking the silence. "I know when 
that detective used to call, your phone would fart."

Lola blushed and laughed. "Um, yeah, pretty much. Anyone 
who calls me several times usually gets their own 
ringtone, so I know what kind of mood to be in to 
answer. I amuse myself with it, basically."

"What's ours? I mean here from the house?" I asked, 
interested.

She smiled. "It's a song by Michael Buble called Home." 
She proceeded to softly sing a few lines. I was amazed. 
I'd never heard her sing before, but her voice was 
beautiful.

A moment passed while I caught my breath. "You sing 
beautifully," I said, moved.

She blushed and waved her hand at me. "Oh, stop."

"So what's mine? When I used to call you from my cell 
phone?" I asked, and she zipped her lip. "It was a 
secret. And now your phone is gone, so it will stay a 
secret."

"How bad was it?" I asked. "Come on, you can tell me. 
Candy Shop? Private Dancer?"

Lola snorted and shook her head, smiling. "Nuh uh. Not 
telling."

"I'll find out," I threatened with a grin.

"No you won't." She giggled. "Your phone is crushed, and 
I already deleted the dead number, so you won't be able 
to tell."

"Well, who's 'Hungry Like The Wolf' then?" I asked. 
"It's not a song you hear very much."

"Um, actually that was your dad." Lola said, and put her 
hand over her mouth, a little embarrassed. I looked at 
her in surprise, but she explained. "When he was here he 
kept making passes at me, so it just kinda popped into 
my head. It's corny, and seems to fit him."

"Why's our dad calling you?" I asked, "Is everything 
ok?"

"Actually, I called him." She turned towards me in her 
seat and pulled her legs up. "After mom's... passing, it 
occurred to me that for your sakes-" she swung her 
finger around to indicate everyone. Amy galloped out of 
the house in her brown bikini and crashed into the deep 
end. "...that I needed to make sure that your dad's 
estate was properly set up as well, for you guys. I mean 
EVERYONE should get their crap together so if the worst 
happened, that everyone else would be ok, but if I'm 
doing my job as your guardian, I need to make sure that 
you're protected, especially in my area of expertise. No 
one ever wants to think about that stuff, but everyone 
needs to, especially if they have children."

"So you got Dad to make out a will?" I asked, surprised.

"Well, more than just that, but I emailed him some 
paperwork, and he filled in the blanks, and got it 
notarized, and is snail-mailing it back. He understood 
the need, and agreed to it all when I told him I was 
doing it for free, for you." 

She looked at me seriously. "He felt, and I agree, that 
you don't need to know any of the various details, but I 
CAN tell you that if the worst happened, and something 
happened to him, that you and the girls would be 
provided for, you'd keep the house, etc."

"Well, the house is paid for." I said, but Lola held up 
a finger. "If he had debts and such, his assets can go 
to creditors, or at least things can get really 
stressful and muddy. This way, everything is organized, 
and written down, and the worst can never come true. 
Being an estate planner, that's one thing I know how to 
guarantee." She gave me a tired smile.

Karen and Liu Si paddled slowly around in the mid-depth 
water, Karen supporting Liu Si, Liu Si occasionally 
panicking, dunking her head and clinging to Karen. Amy 
kept shouting things like "no, no, like THIS!" and doing 
something show-offy.

Lola and I sat on the deck chairs, close enough to have 
held hands. But we didn't. Time to deal with this, I 
thought to myself.

"About yesterday," I said, but Lola was already shaking 
her head. 

"No, it's... You were right," she said. "When you called 
me this morning."

"I feel terrible about it." I said, truthfully. "I 
realized I was being greedy and pushy, and even if it 
felt good, I was doing it the wrong way. I want 
everything to be perfect for you, for us, and it 
wouldn't be that way if I just barged into it when you'd 
already said it wasn't right yet."

She sighed and nodded. "I was just as guilty as you 
were. I was prepared to ignore my doubts and make a grab 
for temptation. Mom always said never mistake temptation 
for a true opportunity. When it's real, you can afford 
to wait for it, it'll still be there when the time is 
right."

She tentatively reached out to me, and I quickly took 
her hand. She sighed, but smiled. "Thanks for having 
enough sense to put the brakes on. While at first, I was 
disappointed, I realized that it shows just how much I 
can trust you. I can trust you with my heart even when 
the rest of this-" She indicated herself, head to toes 
"-is clouding your judgment. I don't think that most 
guys could do that. I think most people would 'buy now, 
pay later.' So even though I was totally sad at first, I 
think we did the right thing. Thank you." She squeezed 
my hand.

All this talk of trust was stinging me just a little. We 
can't really talk about trust until I've stopped hiding 
a few things, I thought to myself. "Can we still flirt 
outrageously?" I asked, with puppy-dog eyes, and she 
laughed. "Sure thing," she giggled.

"I could use your help though," I said, a moment later, 
after her giggles had subsided.

"Name it," she said.

"I've never been in a relationship before, so there are 
going to be some facets of it that I don't understand. 
I'm going to need you to tell me things when I don't 
know them, and generally help me know how to provide the 
emotional support you want. I'll do my best, but I'm 
bound to guess wrong on some things." I said.

She shook her head. "Every time we've talked, you've had 
your head on straight. I think your understanding of 
relationships sounds better than what I've already dealt 
with. A lot of stuff I had to learn the hard way." She 
paused for a moment, watching the girls having fun. Liu 
Si was now dog-paddling on her own, although Karen was 
less than a foot away. She took a deep breath and 
continued. 

"After talking to you in the hospital, seeing how 
effortlessly you seemed to just GET it, I started 
feeling like I was stupid. I mean, I gave you your first 
kiss, for crying out loud, but you already understand 
how two people fit together better than I did ten years 
ago."

"You're not stupid." I said firmly, scolding a little, 
and she squeezed my hand.

"What I MEAN is I wish you had been around when I was 
young and naive. I could have been spared a lot of pain. 
I'm glad you're here NOW, but I wish I hadn't had to 
break my heart first, to meet someone who seems so... 
good for me." She squinted at me; the sun had come back 
out. "Does that make any sense?"

"Maybe this is just how it works." I shrugged. "Maybe 
this is so good right now, because you know how bad it 
can be when it's not right. Maybe the memory of pain 
makes the experience of pleasure that much sweeter."

"There you go again." She said, and chuckled. "Sometimes 
you talk like a poet. I swear, I'm going to find out 
that you're got a notebook full of poetry hidden 
somewhere in your closet. You're such a teddy bear!"

"Not me," I said, raising my other hand. "No poetry 
here."

I heard a *slap! slap! slap!* of wet little feet and 
suddenly Liu Si was dripping on me. "I learned doggy 
style!" she crowed excitedly, and a slow blush appeared 
on Lola's face.

"You mean dog paddle?" I asked, a little shocked myself. 
"Yes!" Liu Si cheered, and Amy appeared right behind 
her. "She did really good. She went all the way around 
the deep end without touching." Amy announced.

"Good for you, sweetie," Lola congratulated her warmly. 
"What else are you going to learn?"

"I want to learn this one!" Liu Si said, and suddenly 
she was whirling her arms like offset windmills. Amy had 
to lunge out of the way to avoid getting whopped.

"Come back and we'll keep going!" Karen called from the 
pool. The I.B.T.C. thundered away, and Lola watched them 
go. Amy's hair dye had mostly faded by this point, but 
when it was wet, she and Liu Si became doppelgangers 
again. Lola must have been reflecting on that, because 
he asked "When you first got home, and their hair was 
exactly the same, what was that like? Did you ever see 
one from behind and think it was the other one?"

"Well, Amy is generally making noise, so they were never 
too difficult to tell apart." I said, and Lola chuckled. 
A quiet moment passed.

"One of the things I missed most was just the idea of 
having someone else there, needing me, being there when 
I need THEM, missing me when I'm gone, looking forward 
to when I come home." She said softly.

"You'll get tons of that." I promised. "Four times the 
usual amount." Amy climbed out of the pool and did a 
cannonball back in immediately, almost capsizing Liu Si. 
Karen scolded her.

Lola had remained silent, so when I glanced over at her, 
I found her looking at me intently. "What?" I stammered, 
smiling self-consciously.

"Jus' thinkin'," She drawled. Still the scrutiny.

"C'mon, about what?" I said. 

"Good things," she said finally, and gave my hand a 
squeeze. I realized that this was all I was going to get 
out of her. Maybe I could shock her into talking.

"So when are you going to wear your OTHER bikini to go 
swimming here?" I asked, giving her an evil smile. "What 
did you call it, Wild Weasel?"

"It's Wicked Weasel, and no way." She laughed. "It's 
just for tanning, and I was only flirting at you." She 
paused for a moment. "You know, I just realized I 
flirted at you hardest when we'd just met, but once I 
knew you and your sisters, and started to love you guys, 
I am now LESS comfortable flirting like that. I never 
should have said that to you."

"Aw, why not?" I grinned. "I like it."

"That swimsuit is smaller than some band-aids you can 
buy, ok? I got it YEARS ago for tanning bed use, and 
even though I still have it, it was completely 
inappropriate for me to have teased you with it." She 
confessed.

"Now I definitely want to see you in it." I huffed, and 
she stuck her tongue out at me.

"When we'd just met, I was basically shaking my ass at 
you to see if you found me attractive. I felt old and 
un-cool, and I wanted to see if I still had it. It was 
totally childish of me," she said soberly.

"I liked it, and I still respect you," I said. "I was 
amazed that a beautiful woman like yourself might be 
attracted to me, some average guy living at home."

"You are ANYTHING but average, honey." Lola patted my 
hand with her other hand. "But once I really met you, 
and your wonderful sisters, and you guys took me in and 
loved me so much, without making me jump through hoops 
or anything, I just felt ashamed of my earlier behavior. 
Like I wasn't taking you seriously enough. You deserve 
my respect, and I shouldn't be so goofy about things."

"Well, I know you're attracted to me, right? So it's not 
like you were telling me lies or leading me on with the 
flirting, right?" I asked.

"I am extremely attracted to you, on all the levels." 
Lola admitted.

"Well, just because you respect me doesn't mean you have 
to take all the fun out of it." I smiled at her. "You 
could shake your ass at me every day. I would LOVE it, I 
promise."

She laughed and looked away, but I saw the blush 
creeping up her cheek.

"You're allowed to be horny, and have needs, and to have 
feelings. I told you last night. I experience them too. 
I think we're going to have a lot of fun SHARING all 
those things, so let's not pretend that they can't 
exist, ok?" I said soothingly, and she turned back to 
me, her eyes shining, still blushing, still smiling.

"You're right," she said.

"Especially the horny," I finished, and she laughed 
again.

"You!" she said, as if she were upset, but she sighed 
happily. She held my hand with both of hers, stroking 
it, squeezing my fingers, basically just playing with my 
hand. The mood had definitely changed. 

"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked, her voice small.

"You can tell me anything," I said.

"I like your hands." She smiled, still playing.

I almost blurted out that Liu Si did too, but I stopped 
myself. "Thank you." I blushed.

She grinned at me, a little shyly, but took a deep 
breath and sat up a little straighter. "This morning 
when you said "love you" on the phone," she began, and I 
winced.

"I'm so sorry, it was the worst possible timing, and I 
couldn't help it. It just slipped out," I apologized.

"Now did you say it out of habit, or what?" Lola said, 
studying my face. She still held my hand, but was no 
longer fondling it. "A lot of people say it out of habit 
at the end of a phone call, because they're always 
talking to family or loved ones."

"I've always pretty much been in the same room as my 
loved ones, so I rarely talk to them on the phone." I 
said. "I said it because I meant it, but I picked the 
wrong moment to let it slip out."

"In the hospital, you said 'like' not love." Lola said, 
her expression almost distressed. "You said love was a 
word to be taken seriously."

"I know, I know, but... it's been a long time since the 
hospital. I know it's been only three weeks, but we've 
spent a lot of time with you," I explained as best I 
could. Lola was biting her lip, her eyes starting to 
water. I stumbled on. "I can't argue with how my heart 
feels. If it makes you uncomfortable, I promise not to 
say it again, but... it was the truth."

Lola took a shaky breath and shut her eyes. A single 
tear slipped out of her eye and headed down her cheek 
before she brusquely wiped it away and ducked her head 
silently. "I'm SO sorry!" I said, sitting up. "I really 
didn't mean to hurt your..."

She shook her head quickly. "No, no, it's-" she wiped 
both her eyes with the back of her hand. "It's ok, I'm 
happy, just... shut up, ok?" She said, her voice thick. 
She snorted and gave a little chuckle. 

She held her hand out, palm down. "Emotionally, today 
has been like neeeeeooooowwww!" her hand made a steep 
downwards movement, like a rollercoaster or crashing 
airplane, "and now it's like pshoooomm!" Her hand zoomed 
up sharply, higher than it started. "I'm just sort of... 
exhausted. Very, very happy, but exhausted." She clung 
to my hand. "I can't tell you how happy I am that it was 
true. I mean it. I've thought about it all day."

"So it's a good thing?" I asked, and she nodded.

"A VERY good thing, don't worry." She got herself under 
control, just as Karen climbed out and walked over, long 
legs and gleaming white swimsuit. I realized that when 
the suit was wet, you could just baaaaaaarely make out 
the trimmed stripe of her pubic hair. Karen tilted her 
head to the side and squeezed the waiter out of her 
hair, which took much less time now that her hair was 
cut shorter.

"You guys ok?" She asked gently, taking in Lola's red 
eyes and weak smile.

"We're awesome," Lola said, taking in Karen's lush body 
and wet skin.

Karen finished with her hair and tossed it back, 
standing with her hands on her hips. A breeze gusted 
momentarily across the patio, and her nipples stood out 
visibly against the smooth curve of her breasts. "Whoo! 
I need to grab my towel." She gestured at me, and it 
took me a second to realize I had been sitting against 
it; it was on the back of my chair.

"Sorry." I said, but she patted my shoulder as I leaned 
towards her. She reached around me and pulled her towel 
out. Wrapping it around herself, she tucked one corner 
into the side, making a tube dress out of it. "Can I 
sit?" Karen asked politely, and Lola gestured towards 
the footstool a few feet away. "Or would you like my 
seat?" Lola asked, suddenly.

"No, this is fine." Karen smiled, and brought the 
footstool over to sit next to Lola. "Liu Si is starting 
to get tired, so we've stopped swim class for now." We 
looked over to see Liu Si getting towed around the pool 
by a thrashing Amy, Liu Si holding her ankles as she 
flailed across the water.

"Does Amy EVER get tired?" Lola marveled.

"Yeah, but look out when she does. She's full blast, 
then suddenly cranky and droopy, then out like a light." 
Karen said. "Just like wheeee, waaahhh, boom! Out." 
Karen clapped one hand down onto the other one.

Lola laughed, still holding my hand.

"Amy says she conned you into taking us out to dinner 
again?" Karen joked, crossing her legs.

"She didn't CON me, I'm excited to have you as my 
guests," Lola said, smiling at her.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Well, Amy mentioned barbecue, so I know a place out 
about ten minutes past the mall," Lola said. "We can 
dress casually. It's kind of a western place."

"Neat!" Karen's eyes crinkled in a smile. "I have the 
perfect jeans for that. Wait till you see."

"Any of you guys got cowboy boots?" Lola joked, and I 
shook my head, but then remembered.

"Amy's got an old pair somebody got me when she was a 
baby. I think they fit her now." I said.

"Who knows where those are at," Karen said, resting her 
chin in her hand. She turned back to Lola. "Well, you're 
already dressed perfectly."

Lola looked down, and smiled. "I guess this works out. 
These jeans are new, too. I got these for Will."

"I'll never fit in them," I said, "Besides, you look 
WAAAAYYY better in them than I ever would."

"No," She laughed, but I grinned, acknowledging the 
joke. "I got them to wear for you, like the sweat pants. 
So now you've seen me in jeans and sweat pants, not just 
business clothes."

"Now I just need to see you in your other swim..." I 
began, but she leaned over and jammed her hand over my 
mouth. "Shut uuuuup!" She growled, eyes huge. "Karen is 
RIGHT HERE!"

"She'd love to see it too, I'm sure," I said, after 
pulling her hand away gently.

Lola blushed and looked at Karen, who pretended not to 
have heard anything. "What were you guys talking about?' 
She asked innocently.

"Will is picking on me," Lola pouted adorably.

"You're his guardian, you're allowed to spank him." 
Karen said, not helping.

I put on a shocked expression, and looked at Lola with 
wide eyes, but she had already started giggling.

"My safety word is "ouch!" I said primly, and both of 
them laughed outright.

As they relaxed again, Lola sighed happily. She reached 
over to take Karen's hand, and Karen took hers gladly. 
"You guys are the greatest." Lola said dreamily, and 
leaned her head back and shut her eyes in contentment. 
Karen shot me a nod like "good job" and I smiled.

Before too long, Amy and Liu Si got bored, and got out 
of the pool, trudging over to where we sat.

"You ladies done already?" I said, and then "ACK!" as 
Amy climbed right into my lap, wet bathing suit and all.

"Yeah," Amy sighed, leaning against me, getting my front 
wet. Liu Si covered her mouth in a sort of mime giggle. 
"Other than Hu Die and me, all the cool people were over 
here. Stop squirming!"

"You're soaking wet!" I blurted, and Amy just shrugged. 
"I know, I was just in the pool, duh!" Lola just shook 
her head and smiled at me.

Liu Si stood, shifting from foot to foot. "I have to 
pee!" She admitted suddenly.

"Wait, me too!" Amy said, and jumped back out of my lap. 
Hand in hand, they took off, Amy heading for the bushes 
by the house, Liu Si hauling on her arm until they were 
both aiming back towards the sliding glass doors. In 
they went.

"She was headed for the bushes again!" Lola said in 
shock, at the same time Karen growled "I'monna KILL 
her!" I simply plucked at my damp clothes. Amy does this 
on purpose.

Karen stood and stretched languorously. At the top of 
her stretch, with her arms up over her head, her towel 
came undone, and both Lola and I were treated to a view 
of Karen's luscious curves. "Whoop!" She gasped, and 
tried to catch it, but managed to grab it at hip level. 
"That is a gorgeous swimsuit, honey." Lola said 
wistfully. 

"You don't think I've got a little too much for it?" 
Karen said, smoothing her hands down her hips and then 
cupping her breasts with a little frown. I felt Lola's 
grip on my hand tighten momentarily.

"No, honey, I think you've got it just right." She said, 
a different tone in her voice. Karen brightened, and 
leaned down to give her a hug. "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me for telling the truth," Lola 
said breathlessly, patting her back with the hand I 
wasn't holding.

Karen straightened up, threw her towel over her 
shoulder, and strutted inside.

"Well, I'm going to have to go change," I said, plucking 
at my shirt again. Reluctantly letting go of her hand, I 
grabbed my crutches and went to stand. "Could you help?" 
I asked, and Lola misunderstood.

"Sure, what do you need?" She said, looking at my 
crutches and trying to figure out how I needed help 
walking.

"You could do all the buttons and zippers," I said, 
wiggling my eyebrows at her, and suddenly she got it.

"You!" She blushed, and laughed. "Huh! Bad boy!" She 
covered her face with one hand. "There's got to be some 
rules for the flirting! Don't just tempt me!"

"Well, the girls have been the ones getting me dressed 
and undressed for the last two weeks, so it's not like 
it's a big secret or anything." I said, with exaggerated 
innocence.

She came right back at me with "I've seen evidence of 
your 'big secret' and yes it is!" She took a deep 
breath. "Ya big tease."

"I'm not teasing," I said, "I fully..."

"You fully intend to make good on every promise, yeah, 
yeah I know, just we can't DO that right now, so stop 
making promises, and go put some new clothes on." She 
put her hands on my shoulders and spun me towards the 
house.

"Get movin' buster!" she giggled, and I did.

"I'll just wait in the kitchen for you guys." she said, 
and muttered "Pouring ice down my jeans." right at the 
very bare edge of my hearing. I acted as if I hadn't 
heard it (because I don't think I was supposed to) and 
headed upstairs.

Our rooms were a hive of activity. Liu Si was sitting on 
the edge of their bed, trying to brush the knots out of 
her wet hair (she and Amy had apparently jumped in the 
shower after the dip in the pool, together I presumed) 
with a pink towel wrapped around herself. Amy, stark 
naked, was tearing up her closet. "Hello ouch!" Liu Si 
chirped/winced, dealing with a big tangle. "Karen said 
Lola is happy again!"

"Yes, she is." I smiled at her. "Why is Amy destroying 
your room?"

Liu Si rolled her eyes. "Karen mentioned your old cowboy 
boots, and Amy is determined that she MUST find them."

"They're in here somewhere, I just know it," Amy said, 
visible as a skinny ass sticking out of clothes on 
hangers. "AHA!"

She jumped back out, brandishing a boot. Singular. 
"Found one!" she held it up proudly. Her hair was still 
wet, and clung to her neck and shoulders in little 
curls. "Are you wearing anything OTHER than the boots?" 
I asked, with a smile. (and a blush, dammit.)

"Maybe." She struck a pose, hip cocked and her other 
hand resting on it, legs wide apart. She grinned at me, 
gloriously naked, enjoying it.

"Put clothes on!" Liu Si said, starting to get just a 
tiny bit exasperated. "Shoes come last!"

Amy nodded, contrite. "I'm sorry, Hu Die, I wasn't 
trying to waste time, it's just how often does one get 
to wear cowboy boots in an appropriate setting?" She put 
the boot on her dresser, opened a drawer, and dug out 
panties. As I turned and went back into my room, she 
asked "Solid or polka dot?"

"Dots." Liu Si said after a moment.

"Pink or blue?"

"Pink!" came the instant response.

Those two are so cute.

I stripped out of my damp clothes and pulled on a dry 
pair of boxer briefs. The tight grey bottoms always feel 
good when you first put them on. As I turned for my T-
shirt, Karen stuck her head out of the bathroom, her 
hair in that towel-turban that all women seem to 
instinctively know how to produce. "Awww, I missed the 
best part," She pouted. "anyway, bathroom's open if you 
need it."

"I'm good," I said, and she stepped into my room 
tentatively. "Can I bug you for a minute?" She asked, 
tying up her robe.

"I can't even remember the last time you actually bugged 
me, but go for it." I pulled my T-shirt down over my 
head.

"Do you think I was out of line, flirting with Lola a 
little?" She asked, wringing her hands.

I grinned. "Was that what the stretching was for? And 
this?" I mimed grabbing breasts. She nodded.

"I was just trying to give her something to think 
about." Karen said. I reached out for her, and put my 
arms around her. "I think it was believable. Not exactly 
subtle, though it could be interpreted as innocent 
enough. But I guarantee you she took it the dirty way. I 
think that was just right." I kissed her forehead, and 
she held me.

"I have no idea what I'm doing." Karen admitted. "I 
don't know how a woman flirts with another woman. I 
don't even know if she'll like me, it's just... this 
feeling I have. And I like it."

"I think she likes it too." I smiled. "If I had any 
advice to offer, it would be to keep it subtle, let her 
come to you."

"Thanks, big brother." Karen sighed happily. "I'm glad 
you're not seeing this as a competition."

"I see us more as a team." I said, and gave her a 
squeeze, which she enjoyed. "Now go suit up. We got a 
big game tonight."

"Aye-aye, coach!" Karen laughed, and went to her room, 
through the bathroom.

I got jeans on, and found a comfortable shirt. My leg 
had improved to where I could dress myself and even put 
on socks and tie my shoes, but I was using the crutches 
for walking primarily because the doctor had told me not 
to even try to do without until the stitches were out.

After about ten minutes, Amy knocked on the open 
doorway. "Wanna see?" she called, and I said "Sure!" I 
was in the act of getting my last shoe on.

Amy strutted into my room in black jeans, a skin-tight 
tan t-shirt, and a black vest. She was wearing the 
cowboy boots, although she was walking as if they were 
giving her a little trouble. She stopped in the middle 
of my room and did the finger-gunfighter pose. "Pshoow, 
pshoow!" She said, shooting imaginary six-guns.

Liu Si walked in demurely, wearing a knee-length ruffled 
denim skirt, sandals, and a white top with short poofy 
sleeves that was covered in tiny ruffles, not too over-
dramatic. She stopped next to Amy and gave me a little 
curtsey. It was adorable. "You two look fantastic!" I 
said, smiling.

Amy nodded, touched the brim of an imaginary cowboy hat, 
turned, and fell. No other word for it, just *flop.* It 
was like she stumbled and fell off of the boots' two-
inch heels. "Ow!" she grunted. Liu Si immediately helped 
her up.

"You ok?" I asked, surprised. "What was that?"

"These boots are a little too big." Amy admitted 
sheepishly. "I'm wearing two pairs of socks, but my feet 
slip around inside there. And forget about balancing."

"Have you ever worn heels before?" Liu Si asked. Amy 
shook her head. "Not really, Mostly just flats."

"It is not as easy as it looks." Liu Si said. "My mother 
had to wear high heels to work in the restaurant, and I 
used to try them on at night. They require much balance 
and concentration."

"You wanna try them?" Amy asked, and when Liu Si blushed 
and shook her head, Amy insisted. "C'mon, I KNOW you can 
do it."

Soon, she had Liu Si seated on my bed, and was kneeling 
in front of her, putting the boots on her feet. "Just 
try it."

Liu Si stood, and frowned and nodded. "They do not feel 
too bad. This is neat."

She carefully walked to the door and back. I had to 
admit, the skirt swishing, and the little cowboy boots 
under it, looked very cute and sexy. I shot a glance at 
Amy, and Amy was in love all over again. "Xinshangren, 
you look AMAZING! Spin around. No, faster."

Liu Si twirled, her skirt flying out and rising up, 
showing more of her legs. Amy hopped up and down, 
growling happily. "*Very* nice." I agreed, grinning at 
Liu Si. She blushed, and dropped into another curtsey.

"Ok, those are totally yours until I can wear them for 
real, then I'd like to share them with you, if that's 
ok. You look SO hot in them." Amy gushed. (Fun Fact: Put 
Liu Si in a costume, or at least a themed outfit, and 
Amy loses her mind. I'm talking blushing, can't-let-go-
of-her-hand, clingy horniness.) Amy ran over, grabbed 
Liu Si, and kissed her, ever so tenderly. Liu Si 
giggled, and pushed Amy gently away, although she did 
hold her hand.

Karen came in, wearing skin-tight jeans, similar to 
Lola's, but with a lower waistband and laces halfway up 
the outside of the calves. She was wearing a button-up 
shirt, tiny plaid print, almost gingham, tucked in. 
"What do you guys think? Tucked in?" she untucked it and 
unbuttoned the bottom three buttons, tying the halves of 
the shirt in a knot just under her breasts, exposing her 
tanned, toned midriff. "Or untucked?" she asked, posing.

Oh my god untucked, I thought, but what came out of my 
mouth was "Maybe you should ask Lola." Karen studied my 
face and then smiled.

"You like it like this, don't you?" she took a few steps 
toward me, and I grinned helplessly. She stepped forward 
quickly and kissed me a quick peck on the lips. "Let's 
go ask her."

We went downstairs, Amy first, Liu Si carefully 
following in her new cowboy boots. Lola practically 
squealed when she saw them. "You two are so CUTE! Oh my 
gosh!"

When Karen and I walked in, she smiled delightedly at us 
too. "You all look so awesome!" She looked Karen up and 
down, appreciatively. "Is this ok, or is it too much?" 
Karen asked, indicating her midriff. "I can also wear it 
tucked in."

"Well," Lola said reluctantly, "Where we're going IS at 
least half bar, half restaurant, and the restroom is in 
the bar portion. If you go in looking good enough to 
eat, there's always the slight, slight chance that 
somebody's going to think about taking a bite."

Karen nodded and re-did her shirt. Lola looked me over. 
"How about you?"

"I couldn't find my huge belt buckle." I smiled, and I 
swear to God I almost said 'so I decided to go Indian.' 
but I left it at that. Lola laughed anyway.

"Ah, you guys are so cool." Lola said, very happy. 
"Let's go!"

It was slightly more of a drive, but we got there in one 
piece. It was one of those fake Texas bar/steakhouse 
kind of places, (as opposed to the fake Australian ones) 
and the minute we went in, Amy was right at home. It was 
loud, and there were peanut shells everywhere.

"Check this out!" Amy said, scooping up a handful of 
peanuts from the big barrel by the door and throwing 
them on the floor without even opening the shells. "This 
is SO cool!"

"Amy, at least EAT them." Karen said reprovingly.

"Sorreee!" Amy sang, getting more. Liu Si shyly got a 
handful as well.

I leaned on my crutch and waited by the little hostess 
stand. Karen stood with me and peered into the neon 
gloom. Each table had a little hanging light, but by and 
large, the place was rather dim. Waitresses in tight 
jeans, tight t-shirts, and tiny aprons zipped back and 
forth, carrying delicious-looking food from the 
brightly-lit kitchen.

Karen tucked her arm into mine. "Smells good." she said.

"Thanks." I grinned, and she bumped me with her hip. 
"Oop." I grunted, and she giggled.

A very short blonde waitress bounced up to the podium. 
Her t-shirt had been tied into a knot behind her back, 
to bring the front of it to regulation tightness. 
"Howdy! How many?" She chirped in a tiny voice. Her name 
tag said Belinda.

Lola came in through the surprisingly heavy entrance 
doors and stood next to me. "Five," I said, and knowing 
Lola's preferences, added "non-smoking, away from the 
bar."

The tiny hostess squinted at a laminated map of the 
tables. "Ok, we should have something ready for you in 
just a little bit. You wanna have a seat over there, and 
we'll come get you? Can I get you anything from the bar 
while you wait?"

"No, thank you." Lola said, and we turned to head over 
the waiting area. She hadn't asked our name, but we were 
the only people waiting, so I guess it didn't matter.

The waiting area was a long narrow alcove with rough 
wooden benches, a multitude of booze-oriented neon 
signs, and a few rustic touches, like a deer head, a 
cowboy hat (nailed down, as Amy found out), and a big-
mouth bass mounted to a board.

The bass was robotic, and would occasionally turn from 
its board (startling the crap out of Liu Si the first 
time) to say things like "Y'all jest set a spayull, 
we'll gitcher dinner ready raaahht quick." or "That 
shore smayulls good, doannit?"

Every time this folksy event would take place, Amy and 
Liu Si would frantically attempt to throw peanuts into 
the phony fish's mouth. In hindsight, maybe they 
shouldn't have been doing that.

"This place sure is trying hard." I said, watching the 
fish blithely talk while a hail of peanuts bounced off 
of it.

"Yee-haw." Lola said with a smile, cracking a peanut and 
daintily picking the nut out of the shell.

Karen had found a menu and was looking it over. "All of 
the appetizers have funny names."

I bit into a particularly skunky dead peanut and tried 
to politely spit it out. "Such as?" I said, trying to 
clear my mouth of the taste of burnt legume. The shell 
hadn't cracked open, just flattened between my fingers, 
and I had torn it open with my fingernail to get at the 
actual peanut, which had apparently been the wrong 
answer.

"Well, jalapeno poppers are called Rattlesnake Eggs," 
Karen said, still reading.

"Ooh, cream cheese or cheddar?" Lola said, leaning right 
against her to read over her shoulder.

"Cream cheese," Karen said, resting her head against 
Lola's. 

"I LOVE those," Lola sighed.

Again I tried to crack a peanut shell, and again it 
merely mashed. Because I am a slow learner, I pulled it 
apart with my thumbnail to be rewarded with a shriveled 
peanut that tasted like smoked feet. 

"The breaded onion is called a Texas Tumbleweed." Lola 
said, still cuddled up against Karen.

"I've always wondered about the wisdom of that," Karen 
said.

"They're pretty tasty," Lola said.

"No, I mean you're out all day, rollin' dogies and 
rustling ornery cowpokes, and the first thing in your 
empty stomach is a deep fried onion?" Karen asked. On 
the other side of me Amy giggled and muttered "cow-
poke." 

"Maybe cowboys just don't GET heartburn," Lola offered.

My next peanut cracked briskly and was delicious. "Maybe 
these things are like oysters," I muttered to myself.

"Potato skins with bacon are called Armadillo Scales." 
Lola noted.

"Ok, that one doesn't sound so appetizing," Karen said 
in mild disgust.

Amy or Liu Si must have made the shot with a peanut in 
the fish's mouth, because they both let out a loud 
whoop. "WHOOOO! Yeah!"

Karen shot a frosty look down the bench, narrowly 
missing me.

The entryway doors clattered open and a young couple 
came in. The girl was wearing a tank top and a tiny 
denim micro-skirt, and the douche bag was wearing jeans, 
a skin-tight Ed Hardy t-shirt (the one with the tiger 
with roses coming out of its ass) and a humongous black 
cowboy hat.

As the young woman came tripping in on massive platform 
heels, the D.B. actually *pushed* her out of the way so 
he could shut the door. She squawked and stumbled, 
revealing a very unfortunate buck-toothed overbite. 
Yikes. That girl could eat an apple through a picket 
fence for sure.

Amy leaned against me and whinnied quietly, apparently 
having reached the same conclusion I had. "Stop that," I 
stifled a laugh, elbowing her. Liu Si sank another 
peanut from across the alcove. "Yes!" She hissed, 
pumping her fist once.

The young couple stepped out of sight, and I could 
barely make out the squeaky voice of the diminutive 
hostess (who I right then decided to silently nickname 
ThumBelinda.) Soon, the young woman came tripping down 
the alcove in her ridiculous shoes, and she sat opposite 
of us. The combination of her platform heels and short 
denim skirt meant that a glimpse of her ivory satin 
panties was visible to anyone looking. (Damn my eyes.) 
As if noticing us for the first time, she gave us all a 
vague smile.

Suddenly over the music system, Achy Breaky Heart 
started playing at about twice the volume of the 
previous song. A round of half-hearted whooping came 
from the dining area, followed by a kind of stomp-clap-
stomp rhythm. Amy got up and ran to the doorway to look, 
and quickly gestured for Liu Si. "All the waiters and 
waitresses are dancing!"

Liu Si jumped up and quickly scampered over. Together, 
she and Amy stared out the doorway until the song 
mercifully ended. "That was neat!" Amy chirped, as they 
came back to the bench.

"THAT'S why we don't have a table." Lola murmured, still 
resting her head on Karen.

The douche bag came back, obviously not as young as I 
had first thought, because he carried a draft beer in a 
tall clear glass. Nothing for his date. He sat down and 
took a pull from it, only taking it down about 1/4 inch. 
He offered it to the girl, and she tentatively took a 
sip and made a face. Beside me, Liu Si made a face also, 
in sympathy.

Right then, the robotic fish lurched away from the wall 
to say "Whoooooooo's hungry?!" in the style of 
'heeeeeeeere's Johnny!' and a peanut fell out of its 
mouth.

As I watched in horror, the peanut arced down, bounced 
off the brim of the D.B.'s cowboy hat with a sound like 
*blunk* and fell into his beer with a *plip.* We all 
watched it sway and sink to the bottom of his glass.

"What the fuck?" The guy said, and looked over at us, 
but luckily none of us were holding peanuts. I looked 
just as shocked as he did, and Liu Si pointed at the 
fish. "It fell out of that fish." She said simply.

The guy tilted his head back and looked up. So did the 
girl. As she swallowed nervously, her adam's apple 
bobbed up and down on her neck like a yo-yo on a string. 
I suddenly thought of ostriches.

The hostess (ThumBelinda) came bouncing down the alcove 
to us, a pile of menus and silverware bundles clutched 
in her arms. "Ok, all set?" She said to us brightly.

"Hey," The douche bag called out to her. "Your robot 
fish just spat a peanut into my beer!"

She looked at him blankly, and then up at the fish, 
which lurched away from the wall to say something else, 
but it stopped about halfway with an audible grinding 
click. "I'm sorry, sir, it appears to be broken." she 
said after a moment. "If you take your full drink back 
to the bar they can give you a fresh one."

She led us out into the restaurant. "Be honest," Lola 
said to her as we walked. "Was that the weirdest 
sentence you've heard all day?"

She laughed. "Probably. That little fish thing keeps 
breaking, but this is the first time I've heard of it 
spitting on someone."

Amy and Liu Si were the very pictures of innocence as we 
negotiated our way to our table. I pulled out the chairs 
for both Lola and Karen, and took the seat at the end of 
the table. Amy and Liu Si jumped into the chairs on the 
other side.

"Becky will be your waitress, but can I get you anything 
to start?" She asked politely. Amy and Liu Si turned 
their placemats over and immediately dug the one or two 
crayons out of the Sweet-N-Lo dish. "I think we're going 
to start with the Jalapeno poppers, a small, and then a 
tumbleweed and the small order of chuck wagon fries." 
Lola said, looking at me. "Unless you wanted something 
else." I smiled and raised my hands a little. "No, that 
sounds great to me."

"Karen and I talked it over out there." Lola said, and 
Karen smiled at me. "We figured three small things would 
let everybody experiment a little instead of one giant 
platter we might not like. Plus, their sampler platter 
was about half wings, and we don't like them." Karen 
spoke up. I nodded. Me neither. If it weren't for the 
various sauces, you couldn't get enough interest in 
chicken wings to make them worth bothering with. We also 
ordered our beverages, and Becky delivered them 
promptly, with some hot rolls and cinnamon sugar butter.

We sat and looked around the place. It was big, with 
open rafters, and various farming and cowboy implements 
artfully embedded in the walls and ceiling. It is a 
decorating style I like to call Early Farm Explosion. If 
you've ever been to a really old Ponderosa or Bonanza 
restaurant, you know what I'm talking about. Horseshoes, 
bridles, rakes and random small tools everywhere as if a 
blacksmith's shop blew up. Added to this were touches 
like a stuffed marlin, a framed NFL jersey for the local 
favorite team, and neon signs for every kind of booze 
they sell. And it was loud, but not unpleasant. People 
were having a good time, and we were no exception.

"Now what do we want to eat for the meal?" Lola 
asked/shouted.

"I want barbecue!" Amy cheered.

"What is bar-buh-kew made of?" Liu Si asked, looking at 
her menu, unsure.

"It's usually pork, although they make it with chicken 
or beef too. They cook it a long time with sauce so the 
meat is tender." I said gently.

"What is the sauce like?" Liu Si asked, putting her menu 
down and just concentrating on me.

"It's kinda spicy, but sweet and sticky, too." I said, 
"Imagine General Tso's chicken with a little bit of 
ketchup stirred in."

"And if you get ribs, you can eat it with your fingers!" 
Amy said, excited. Liu Si looked thoughtful.

"They also have steak, chili, and salads." Karen said, 
having been listening in on us.

"Plus the catfish is REALLY good here." Lola said. Karen 
made a face. "Catfish? Seriously?"

Lola patted her hand and nodded. "It's farm-raised, so 
it's clean, but they batter it and fry it, and I swear 
it's so light and fluffy you'll never believe it. I'm 
going to get that for myself."

A little while later, Becky arrived with our appetizers, 
which really smelled good, even the onion. We placed our 
dinner orders, and she whisked away.

Karen chose a barbecue chicken salad with a bowl of 
chili. I picked a "Cowboy cut" rib eye, medium, with 
steak fries and rice medley. Lola got herself the 
catfish and steamed broccoli. Amy and Liu Si settled on 
the barbecue platter, which featured bourbon chicken, 
smoked beef brisket, and some pulled pork, which always 
sounded dirty to me. They also ordered a half rack of 
ribs, which they intended to split.

Lola and Liu Si ate most of the jalapeno poppers, and we 
all attacked the fries with equal gusto. I think Amy and 
I did most of the damage to that breaded onion. Whoever 
decided to put horseradish sauce with an onion had good 
taste, but horrible breath, I'm sure, but we enjoyed it 
nonetheless.

While we ate, Lola mentioned that all of the cats had 
finally been adopted except for Sheba, which we had 
planned on keeping in the barn anyway.

"We can put her in the barn, but I'm not sure if she'll 
get that it's her new home," Lola said doubtfully, her 
face displaying a very cute pout. "I mean she's a cat 
after all. You can't just command her to stay."

"Butter her paws," Amy said cryptically. Liu Si looked 
at her and nodded.

"What, honey?" Lola leaned over towards her.

"You take her to the barn, find a bale of hay for her to 
lay on, put out food and water, and then put butter on 
her paws," Amy said, looking up at Lola.

"Actual butter?" Karen asked. It was really loud in 
there, so none of us were 100% sure we understood her.

"Yes." Amy rolled her eyes as if this was all so simple. 
"You spread butter on her paws really good. She won't 
like it, so she'll just lay there for a while and lick 
it off. Licking her paws clean is a grooming behavior, 
which cats normally do when they're comfortable in their 
own territory. Forcing her to do it in the barn will 
imprint the barn in her mind as "her place," and it'll 
trick her into thinking of it as a place to live." Amy 
tapped her head. "Psychology."

I was impressed, and so was Lola. "My sister the cat 
psychologist!" Karen said in awe. Liu Si grinned and 
said "Animal Planet." We all laughed.

As usual, our entrees arrived about five minutes after 
we had forgotten they were coming, having concentrated 
too well on the appetizers. As our waitress set my steak 
in front of me, I realized *I could probably eat all 
this if I tried, but I sure wouldn't be good for much 
afterwards.*

"Is it considered bad form to ask for a doggy bag now?" 
I said. Becky laughed. "No sir, but I'll give you about 
ten minutes, how's that?"

"Sure." I said. Becky turned to Lola, but kinda kept me 
in her field of view, just the same. "Can I get you 
anything from the bar?"

"No thank you," Lola said, just firmly enough so that 
Becky knew that no was the final answer. She nodded and 
left.

"Who ordered all of this food?" Liu Si gasped, eyes 
wide, but Amy was already tearing into hers. We all 
bravely soldiered our way into the main course.

Lola gave Karen a bite of her catfish, which Karen 
agreed really WAS delicious. I offered around a bite of 
steak, and only Amy took me up on it. Liu Si ate all of 
her bourbon chicken and half of Amy's, giving up her 
brisket in return. My steak was really good. I didn't 
even waste time on the rice medley I ordered as a side, 
just ate about two thirds of my steak and half the huge 
fries.

I like steak done to medium. Not rare, not burnt, but 
medium. So the inside is juuuuust pink, and the liquid 
that comes out doesn't quite look like blood, that's a 
perfect steak. How people can eat it rare, I don't 
understand. I can buy raw cow at the grocery store. When 
I go out to a restaurant, I'm paying someone to cook it. 
This place served me a great steak. Four stars.

Soon, we were all overfed. Amy and Liu Si had barbecue 
sauce all over, Amy on her FOREHEAD, and they were 
engaged in a cleanup effort. "So how do you like 
barbecue ribs?" Lola asked, smiling.

"It is messy, but good." Liu Si said, scrubbing at her 
fingers with a napkin. "It could be less messy, though, 
and I would still like it."

Karen was looking down into the remnants of her salad, 
her cheeks puffed out. "Somebody take this away." she 
huffed, after a moment.

Lola had one and a half strips of catfish left, and she 
saw me looking. "Would you like a taste?" she offered. I 
was too full to even have dirty thoughts about that 
statement.

"Want a bite of steak for trade?" I asked.

"Cut me a piece near the edge, where it's thinner and 
more done." She said, and scooped up a forkful of 
catfish for me. I did so, and we traded. That catfish IS 
good.

Becky had delivered the doggy bag containers earlier, 
and we set about bundling up our food. This place had 
the good kind, Styrofoam containers with little semi-
compartments. I remember eating at an Italian restaurant 
once that brought you little foil pouches, which forced 
you to cram everything into the equivalent of an 
airsickness bag. It's like you didn't eat the food 
THERE, so the restaurant is just like "Hey, fuck you."

Lola got the check, which Karen argued with her about. 
"We ate like little piggies, we should be paying for 
this. Gimme!"

Lola wouldn't even let her see, twisting to keep it out 
of her reach. "No, tonight was for me, *I* wanted to 
take you all out, so I'm paying! Forget it!"

"I'm serious!" Karen said, giving Lola The Look.

"Me tooooo!" Lola mocked, completely unfazed, and stuck 
her tongue out. Amy snorted and covered her mouth.

As Lola stood with the check, "T-R-O-U-B-L-E" came on 
over the loudspeakers, and all the wait staff dejectedly 
started clapping and dancing in the aisles. "Crap!" Lola 
blurted, and took off, dodging and ducking on her way to 
the register.

Liu Si was looking at the floor, her lower lip stuck 
out. "What's wrong, mei-mei?" Karen asked, concerned.

"I am so full I was going to ask someone to roll me to 
the car, but I would get covered in peanut shells." she 
pouted, and then giggled. Amy laughed, too. Karen stuck 
her tongue out at both of them.

We stacked our Styrofoam, and within a few moments, Lola 
had returned. "Man, I almost didn't make it. It was like 
that thing from American Gladiators, The Gauntlet." She 
mimicked a few kung fu punches, and we all laughed.

We got out to the car, and the girls got in the back 
seat, I in the front passenger side, so I could hold my 
crutches and the food. Lola went around and hopped in 
the driver's seat.

"Where do you guys want to go next?" she teased.

"Home," Liu Si groaned.

"And then the bathroom." Amy added.

Karen said "Ewww!" while Lola laughed.

"We could call it a night," she said. "I've really 
enjoyed spending the day with you guys." Her hand found 
mine in the dark.

"Us, too," I said sincerely, and she sighed happily.

We drove home, windows down, savoring the warm evening. 
Lola took secondary roads instead of the highway, so we 
got to go a little slower, enjoying the ride.

As we pulled into our driveway, Amy spoke up, "Dibs on 
our bathroom."

Liu Si was quick to chime in, "I call downstairs."

"Master bedroom," Karen said, defeated, after a moment.

"Uh oh," Lola looked over at me. I shrugged. "I'll just 
use the Pee Bush." I said, and Karen swatted me, to the 
sound of Amy and Liu Si giggling.

"I swear to you, I'm trying to civilize them," Karen 
said to Lola.

Lola chuckled. "Well, don't try too hard. You guys are 
all perfect as is."

As Lola parked the car, I spoke up. "I need someone to 
come and get the leftovers, so I can get out." Since I 
was blocking one of the doors, Lola had to get out, and 
let the girls out through her side. Amy and Liu Si took 
off for the house, and Karen came to get the leftovers.

Karen took the leftovers and set them on the roof, then 
hugged Lola very close. "Thank you so much for a 
wonderful evening. We had a great time." and kissed her 
on the cheek.

Lola blushed as Karen continued to hug her. "I had a 
great time too." She said softly.
I simply sat where I was and watched them.

Finally, they separated, and Karen brushed her hair 
behind her ear, blushing. "Good night," She said gently, 
scooped up the food and walked to the house. Lola 
watched her go for a moment, as I stood and arranged my 
crutches.

"And you," Lola said, turning to me suddenly, almost 
guiltily. "Did you have a good time?" I took her hand 
and raised to my lips. "The best," I murmured against 
it, and kissed it, parting my lips just a fraction to 
nibble on her knuckle.

Her other hand flew to her throat. "Ooooh my." Then she 
caught herself. "Don't do that. It's not fair."

"I'm sorry." I said. "I couldn't help myself. I'll try 
harder." I released her hand.

"See that you do!" She thumped my chest, pretending to 
be strict. "Wait, try harder to do what? Be good, or be 
bad?"

I nodded. She laughed. "No, which one?"

"The one you want." I said innocently, raising my 
eyebrows.

She stomped her foot, but laughed. "I'm going home while 
I still can." she said, sighing.

"When will we see you next?" I asked.

"Well, don't forget, day after tomorrow, you're to have 
your stitches removed." She pointed out, walking back 
around to the Mustang's driver's seat.

I HAD forgotten. "Time flies when you're handicapped." I 
smiled.

"I'm working for your dad tomorrow, getting things set 
up, organizing records. I want to be ready the moment 
those signed documents arrive." She said, looking at me 
over the roof of the car.

"It sounds complicated." I was impressed. She was really 
doing a lot for us, it seemed.

"It is, and in this case, more than the usual." She 
rested her chin on her crossed arms. "But it's ok. It 
needs to be done, and it HAS to be right, so I'm taking 
no chances."

She gave me a salute. "If I don't see you tomorrow, I'll 
see you the next day, to chauffeur you to get your 
stitches removed." She blew me a kiss, which I pretended 
to catch and place gently on my neck. She sighed and 
smiled, got in the car and drove away.

We were all so full that night we basically just fell 
into bed and went to sleep, after the obligatory 
bathroom visits. After three very nice goodnight kisses 
from three very happy girls, I crutched to bed and went 
to sleep. I dreamed I was a sheriff in an old western 
town, and Karen was my deputy, Lola the schoolmarm, and 
Liu Si ran the saloon. Everything was going smoothly 
until Calamity Amy showed up.

The next day dawned early, and I awoke feeling 
refreshed, but a little jumpy. My dreams had ended with 
me standing in the middle of main street, while a 
stagecoach bore down on me. Amy had kidnapped Liu Si and 
was trying to hijack the stage out of town, and I had 
been trying to stop her. No more deep fried onions for 
me.

Breakfast was good, eggs and sausage, and soon we were 
all kind of goofing off in the living room. Liu Si 
wanted to go exploring in the back fields, but Amy 
didn't want to go outside in the bugs and the heat, so 
Karen offered to show her around a few places. Liu Si 
was delighted, and soon, they had found some bug spray, 
coating themselves in the sweet-smelling repellent, and 
off they went. Karen grabbed two bottles of water from 
the fridge, and they set off on their adventure.

Amy made the most of their absence by spending some 
alone time with me. She came into the living room where 
I sat (my leg now stretched out to the ottoman, no 
longer needing to be elevated) and scooched right up 
next to me. "Can I talk to you?" She asked, taking my 
hand in hers.

"Of course," I said, turning off the TV. "What would you 
like to talk about?"

"I wanted to ask you for something." She said. "It's 
kind of a surprise."

"Ok, for who?" I asked, smiling.

"For me." She looked up at me. "In the future, I mean."

I was starting to get a little lost. "Um,"

"Well, also I wanted to tell you that Liu Si has helped 
me get my butt ready to take you, so that's good to go, 
but I also wanted to ask you for something else." She 
said, biting her lip. Before I could respond she asked. 
"Could I play with it while we're talking?" and laid 
down on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow to put under 
her chest so her arms were free.

"Sure, I guess," I said. This all seemed a bit casual, 
even for Amy. Usually getting my dick out involved 
kissing and romance, never just "Hey, can I touch it?" 
Not that I'm complaining, of course, but it felt a 
little quick. I leaned back, scooching my hips forward a 
little, and she carefully unzipped my cargo shorts.

Snaking her little hand inside, she grinned up at me. 
"So basically I'm buttering you up so that when I make 
my request, you'll be in the mood to say yes." She 
parted the fly of my boxer briefs with her fingers and 
stroked my cock, which felt nice, but wasn't hard. Yet.

"Maybe you should tell me what it is now, while I still 
have enough blood in my brain to think it over." I said, 
and she giggled.

"OK, first of all, the minute you're 100% healed, I want 
you to fuck my ass. I'll need Hu Die's help for a brief 
warm-up, but then I want you to slip it straight up my 
butt. I'm ready." She said proudly. "I've been looking 
forward to this ever since I decided to give you my 
butt, and it's time."

Amy's butt talk had begun to do its job, and I could 
feel myself lengthening under her fingertips. "Oh, 
sweet!" She said, noticing, and gently pulled my cock 
out into the open air, studying it and cupping it 
softly. "Your penis is SO cool." I was about five inches 
long at this point, gradually getting harder, every 
motion of her hands adding to my arousal. She just 
stared at it, her tongue sticking out of the corner of 
her mouth in concentration as she stroked and wiggled 
it.

"Weren't you... ah... going to ask me something?" I 
asked, trying to keep my head clear. She looked up at me 
and grinned a little. "Yep. I assume I've got your 
attention?"

"You've always got my attention," I said, and she leaned 
my dick over so she could kiss the tip of it tenderly. 
After the kiss, she gave it a little lick with the tip 
of her tongue. "Oh my," I said. I passed six inches and 
headed for seven.

"I love it!" Amy breathed, watching and feeling my 
erection grow. "But, yeah, I wanted to ask you for a 
favor, and it involves sex."

"Let's hear it." I said.

"I kinda asked you for this when we were having our sex 
dinner in the dining room, my first time." She said, and 
stopped to spit in her hand about three times. Her wet 
hand went back on my cock and it felt very nice. "But 
I'm not sure if you remember, or if you took it 
seriously."

She stopped talking for a moment, as if gathering her 
thoughts. "When I was little, and used to fantasize 
about someday making love to you and Karen, a lot of the 
time, I would masturbate to the same fantasy, and I want 
to actually have it come true. I want to DO what I used 
to fantasize about." She leaned my dick over and ran her 
tongue back and forth across it quickly, then slurped 
just the head into her mouth. My toes curled in ecstasy.

Pulling it out with a pop, she continued, as if nothing 
had happened. "I used to imagine myself doing something, 
either sitting watching TV, or at the table doing 
homework, or in my room reading a book, and you walking 
in, taking your hard dick out, and sticking it in my 
mouth, or my pussy. No foreplay, no asking permission, 
just coming up to me and slipping your cock into me 
somehow." She blushed, and kept stroking.

The details surprised me. I remember her saying 
something about this during that dinner, but just HOW 
she meant it hadn't been clear to me. "Just like that?" 
I asked, surprised, "just boom, cock?"

"Well, like if I was sitting at the table, you would 
come in, take my hand and make me stand up, push my 
papers aside, bend me over the table, lift my skirt or 
pull down my pants, pull my panties to the side, not 
even take them off, and just fuck me deep, right on the 
table." She blushed, still working my cock, which was a 
solid eight by now.

"That sounds a little harsh," I mumbled, but dammit, it 
WAS turning me on.

She kissed my cock again, gently. "Well, it wouldn't be 
violent, I mean I don't HAVE any rape fantasies or 
anything like that, but the idea that you wanted to have 
sex with me, and it didn't matter that I was busy, makes 
me really hot." She grinned, her cheeks flushed. "It's 
like you're saying 'I want your pussy, or your mouth, 
and it's more important than whatever it was you were 
doing' kind of thing. Like you couldn't wait another 
second, you wanted me that bad."

"Wow," was all I could say. Her hand was still caressing 
and squeezing my cock.

"I think the example I gave you was if you were mowing 
the grass, and the vibration from the riding mower made 
you hard, and you came in and I was watching TV, you 
would stand in front of me, pull your dick out, and just 
put it in my mouth and start making love to my lips. You 
would be gentle, but it's like you want sex NOW, so 
there's no room for argument. I get to please you right 
then and there, even if you were all sweaty." She 
grinned. "Especially if you were all sweaty, mmmm." She 
then proceeded to suck me in earnest for about a minute. 
I couldn't think at all.

"That's pretty kinky," was all I could manage. She 
nodded, my dick still in her mouth.

She pulled it out again. "I'll concede that it is, but I 
want it. I want you to surprise me with sex, kiss me, 
and go right back to what you were doing. Ooooohh, I 
fingered myself to that idea so many times." She took a 
deep breath. "I know you'd be doing it for me, but I 
want you to pretend that you're doing it for you, ok? 
Just come and TAKE it, it would make me SO happy."

"I... maybe I could do something like that..." I trailed 
off. She blushed again. "I even had a name for my 
fantasy." She admitted. 

"Oh?" I said, interested. She nodded. "Promise you won't 
laugh. Remember, I had two years to think about it." I 
held up two fingers like 'scout's honor' even though I 
was never a scout.

"William The Conqueror," She said quietly, and sucked me 
all the way into her mouth with a growl. 

"Really?" I blurted.

She fluttered her eyelashes at me, and sloooooowly slid 
off my cock again. "So would you? Please? Pretty please 
with sticky blowjobs on it?" She begged. Her fingers 
traced up the bottom of my shaft and flicked over the 
tip of my erection.

"I'll do it!" I gasped. I can't say no to Amy. Not when 
she's sucking my dick, and she knows it.

"YES!" she cheered, and just gobbled me right down, 
halfway into her throat, going to town, swallowing, 
stroking, pulling and squeezing. Before even a minute 
had passed, I could feel my balls tightening, my orgasm 
pulling back like a tidal wave before it destroys the 
shoreline. "Amy! ah! AH! SHIT!" and I came down her 
throat, so hard it almost hurt, so fast I was literally 
surprised.

Amy just smiled at me with her eyes, moving her tongue 
up and down the side of my quivering erection, milking 
me with her right hand, caressing and gently pulling on 
my testicles with her left, to make them relax. I gasped 
for air, trying to get my thundering heartbeat back 
under control. For a quickie, that one was remarkably 
intense. "Whew!" I gasped, wiping my face with one hand.

"I'm going to miss this," She said, waggling my 
throbbing dick back and forth, blowing on it to cool it. 
"Having you as a captive audience, any time I want you. 
Once you're back on your feet, I won't have it so easy. 
I'll have to go look for you, and hope you're not doing 
something else."

"Yeah, I see your point," I mumbled, literally drained, 
and she giggled. "For this William the Conqueror thing, 
how do I know when a good time is?" I asked.

"Pretty much any time you think of it," Amy said, still 
fondling me, gently stroking me up and down as I shrank. 
"I mean, if I need to go to the bathroom, I'll warn you, 
but pretty much any other time you want it, I'm good."

"Don't you need foreplay to get in the mood? Especially 
when we graduate to intercourse? Won't you need to be 
pretty wet to take it?" I asked, concerned.

Amy grinned. "Trust me. You walk in and get your cock 
out, I'll BE wet! I can go from zero to soaked in about 
5 seconds." She kissed my flagging erection. "Thank 
you."

"For what?" I said, "I should be thanking you."

"For everything." She licked me clean, and tucked it 
back into my pants. I did my own zipper, and relaxed.

"I think I'm going to take a little nap," I said, and 
she hopped up and let me lay on the couch. "I love you. 
Enjoy your rest, you earned it." She patted me 
companionably on the shoulder, and strolled out of the 
room with a spring in her step. I closed my eyes and 
slept it off.

Karen and Liu Si returned about an hour later, with 
wildflowers, a few pine cones, an old wasp comb, and a 
little bird's nest. Liu Si ran upstairs to get Amy's 
magnifying glass, and she and Karen sat at the dining 
room table and studied their finds. When she lived at 
the shop, Liu Si had never really been allowed to 
experience nature, so all of the stuff outside was still 
exciting to her. I joined them at the table.

When she showed me the bird's nest, she was so careful 
with it, almost as if it were some priceless relic. The 
wasp nest comb was also treated with gentleness. "Even 
animals want a safe place to live." She mused. "In that 
respect, we are not so different."

After Liu Si had journeyed upstairs to fetch the 
magnifying glass, Amy dug her fossil out of the closet, 
which is a small stone with a fern leaf formed along the 
side of it. Liu Si was amazed. She and Amy and Karen 
went and looked up all kinds of stuff on the Internet, 
and we spent all night watching the Discovery Channel.

Sometimes I forget that Liu Si was basically raised in a 
box. We'll come across something that's old to us, but 
completely new and amazing to her, like fossils. To us, 
hey, fossils. Big deal. To Liu Si, it's like a freakin' 
time machine, she can't believe it. To this day, that 
kind of thing will still happen.

That night, as we lounged, Liu Si and Amy snuggled up on 
the floor, Karen laying with her feet in my lap, Karen 
asked me. "So you go to the doctor again tomorrow?"

"Yep," I said.

"How long until your stitches are taken out?" Karen 
asked. "Is it still a ways off, or soon?"

Way back in my brain, a little red light bulb went on. 
"Soon," I said. "Tomorrow they'll see how I'm doing." 
Not a lie, but an omission of truth. Amy's talk of 
William The Conqueror had gotten me thinking.

Karen sighed wistfully, but said nothing. Oh yeah, I 
thought. Tomorrow is going to be fun. After watching a 
show on undersea volcanoes, we all headed off to our 
beds.

The next day, Lola came to get me at the house at around 
2 o'clock, in the Mustang. "Today you get your car 
back!" She said as I got in the passenger side. 
"Although I'll admit, it's been fun driving it."

She was wearing a purple wraparound blouse, which made a 
deep V-neck, and tight black slacks with open sandals. I 
just wore a camp shirt and jean shorts with tennis 
shoes.

"You can still borrow it occasionally, if you like." I 
quipped. "Even if I haven't been stabbed."

"Oh, you're TOO kind," she responded, smiling.

We continued to chat as we headed to the doctor's 
office. Our conversation was easy and fun, two people 
having a good time, enjoying being close to one another. 
I don't even really remember what we talked about, just 
that I was happy, and she was happy, and the world 
seemed so perfect and alive.

In the doctor's office, after looking through 
Entertainment Weeklys from 2004, I crutched back and put 
my leg up on the table and they unwrapped the bandages. 
My stab wound had healed shut, but the stitches still 
looked black and foreign in my skin, like little ants 
dug in or something. The cut itself had become a line in 
my flesh, lighter than the skin around it. The nurse 
pursed her lips and gave me a look of sympathy when she 
saw it. 

(Oh yeah, each time I went back, I got a different 
doctor and assistant. Today's doctor was about fifty, 
the nurse about 25 or 26.)

"Well, this looks pretty good, actually." The doctor 
said, tearing open a plastic packet which contained some 
strange-looking angled scissors. "How does it feel? Any 
pain, itching, fever?"

"Well, at first it hurt a lot, and then it would 
occasionally itch, but lately it's been pretty cool. I 
feel little pinches when I stretch my leg too much." I 
said, and he nodded.

"That would be caused by the stitches. Your body is 
trying to heal, and they're in the way. They've gone 
from holding it together, to holding it back." He opened 
the scissors, and I saw one side was more like pliers. 
He slipped this end under the stitch, snipped, then 
pulled sideways, and just like that, the surgical thread 
popped out, clenched in the scissor's grip.

Removed, the stitch looked tiny, just a little scrap of 
thread. I expected more, I guess. The doctor placed his 
fingers on either side of the stitch-hole and squeezed 
gently. Blood slowly welled, but it didn't squirt out or 
anything. "Good," he said, satisfied. On down the line 
he went. Snip, pull, pinch, snip, pull, pinch, etc.

"There doesn't look like there's any infection. You did 
a good job taking care of this, and keeping it dry." He 
said, and I nodded. "You can thank my sisters. They 
figured out a way for me to shower, and still keep it 
dry."

"Smart of them." The nurse said. "Some patients, when 
you tell them to keep their cast or incision dry, you'd 
think you told them not to bathe. It's not pretty." The 
doctor shot her a look, like she wasn't supposed to 
talk, but he turned back to me. "We're going to put some 
triple antibiotic ointment on there, and a fresh 
bandage, but you're good to go. You won't need your 
crutches anymore."

"Can I keep them?" I asked.

"You WERE billed for them, so they belong to you." He 
shrugged, shook my hand and left. The nurse put the 
ointment (which I later realized was probably just 
neosporin) on a gauze pad and put it back on my leg.

"So how'd it happen?" She asked conversationally. "What 
did this?"

"A cooking knife." I said, and because I was in a snarky 
mood, added "Never ask for ketchup in a Chinese 
restaurant."

She laughed, and finished the bandaging. "Well, have a 
nice day. And watch out for Iron Chefs."

I strolled out to the waiting room, to find Lola using a 
pen to color in a picture on an old Entertainment 
Weekly, this one from 2001. "Hey, are you done 
vandalizing the reading material?"

"It's only Yasmeen Bleeth, no one's going to care." she 
said, and held it up for me to see. Ms. Bleeth's smile 
now had a few teeth blacked out. It was hilarious.

Lola rose and grabbed her purse. "So how did it go? Will 
you ever tap dance again?"

"Lord willing." I grinned. For the first time in nearly 
a month, my crutches stayed in my hand instead of my 
armpits.

We went out into the bright sunshine. Lola put her 
sunglasses on, and sighed happily. It was a beautiful 
day.

(Another reason I love Lola. She won't wear those nasty 
giant scuba-mask style sunglasses that make her look 
like a gay welder. Strictly normal-sized eyewear for 
her.)

I had already walked down the three steep steps to the 
pavement, but she had paused at the top. An idea struck 
me. "Hop on my back and I'll give you a ride to the 
car." I said, squinting. I leaned my crutches against 
the handrail.

'Hah! You-" she paused, looking at me. "You're serious!"

"I am. C'mon, it'll be fun." I gestured, but she didn't 
budge.

"You really expect me to jump on your back and get 
carried across a parking lot?" She said, her voice going 
higher. She didn't seem mad, but her mood was a little 
hard to read. Shocked, but nervous, while amused?

"How long has it been since you had a piggyback ride?" I 
said, enjoying this. "Look, I'll make it more 
comfortable." I started unbuttoning my shirt, and she 
ran down the steps to stop me.

"No! You put your shirt back on!" She said, now starting 
to get a little embarrassed, but still looking like she 
was having fun. "Don't you DARE."

"How about this? I triple dog dare you." I grinned at 
her.

She took a deep breath, and let it out in a laugh. "Big 
talk, tough guy."

"I'll go quick. Nobody will see us." I said soothingly. 
She shifted from foot to foot, 99% convinced. "You'll 
regret it if you don't. You'll look back at this and say 
'If only I'd ridden on Will's back.'"

"Ok, fine!" She laughed. She stepped back up on the step 
and held her arms out to me. I quickly turned, and 
hunched down a bit, and she carefully put her arms 
around my neck and hopped up to wrap her legs around my 
waist. I positioned my arms under her knees and pulled 
her pelvis as close to my spine as I could get. I LOVED 
the idea that her pussy was only millimeters away from 
me. "Geez!" She breathed in my ear as I held her. (boner 
noise: boiiingg) "I'm definitely not going to fall off. 
You've got quite a grip there." She squeezed me with her 
thighs. Oh mercy. She didn't feel heavy at all, it was 
very nice.

"Right back at you," I said, and I heard her give a tiny 
gasp. "Hey, was this just an excuse to-"

"Could you hold my crutches? This train is leaving the 
station." I interrupted, and leaned over. She took one 
hand and grabbed both crutches, holding them crossways 
across my chest. "Bad boy." she almost purred in my ear. 
I was getting hot.

"And AWAY!" I cried, and took off at a trot. The parking 
lot was a big loop, and the Mustang was to the left. So 
of course I went right. Lola squealed.

"You sneak! AaaAaaAaah!" she cried, as I trotted. I was 
careful not to jostle her too much, but she was still 
getting bumped a little. She was laughing, hard, trying 
to hang on. 

"I decided it was a nice day, let's take the scenic 
route." I yelled, and she growled at me. I made the 
first turn and leaned into it, making her clutch me 
tighter. A little old lady in one of those electric 
scooters just missed us as I passed a large van. "Ack!" 
Lola yelped, and laughed even harder. "Oh crap!"

"You're the one driving!" I called back, and swerved a 
little. She squawked, and I laughed. I was having a 
blast. She was speechless with laughter, just trying to 
get her breath. Rounding the final turn, I took a deep 
breath. As much fun as this was, I was starting to tire.

"I can't believe you talked me into thiiiiiiis!" Lola 
howled, as I jogged the last seventy feet. I stumbled to 
a stop, and let her down, still laughing. She wiped her 
eyes and leaned against the car, both of us trying to 
catch our breath.

As soon as she got herself under control, she offered me 
back my crutches. "Do you need these?" She giggled, 
embarrassed. "No, I'm good." I said, wiping my eye.

"I can't believe you carried my ass ALL the way around." 
she swatted me.

"I didn't want it to end." I admitted. "I would carry 
any part of you, anywhere."

She sighed, and giggled again. "That WAS fun. I can't 
remember the last time I did that. But you didn't answer 
my question."

"What question?" I said, looking innocent.

"Was that just an excuse to..." She blushed.

"To what? Get close to you?" I said, and grinned. "Let's 
call it a happy side benefit."

"I KNEW it." she pretended to frown, but then hugged me 
briefly. "Let's get out of here. Everybody's staring."

I looked around, and didn't see anyone, but I acted like 
I did. "There's a TV crew, with cameras! You're going to 
be famous! Piggyback Lady!"

"Shut up," she laughed, and beeped the car so we could 
get in. She opened the passenger side, and I went to the 
driver's seat.

"I think you made that old lady jealous. SHE only had a 
scooter, YOU had a young man to carry YOU around." I 
said, stowing my crutches.

"Getinthecar!" She growled, still giggling. I tried to 
swing my legs in, but the seat was all out of whack. 
"How do you drive like this, honestly!" I pretended to 
be annoyed, fixing the seat. She stuck out her tongue 
and gave me a raspberry, then hiccupped another giggle.

I turned the key and felt the car purr to life. Ahhhh. 
It's good to be driving again. I backed out, and headed 
for the road. Lola reclined her seat and stretched. "I 
laughed so hard I hurt my sides. Geez." She relaxed. 
"Thanks for talking me into that, it was a blast. You 
make things... fun."

I enjoyed the simple pleasure of driving us home. A few 
minutes from the house, her cell phone rang, a plain 
brrrrring, nothing fancy. She frowned at the caller ID 
and answered it. "Hello?" A pause. "Yes, this is she." 
Another pause, then a disappointed "Oh no. No, I 
understand." 

I watched a bird fly at us, then curl away at the last 
moment. "How soon do you need to... tonight? No, no, I 
can be there. No, I guess you couldn't help it." I 
glanced over at her, even though I always felt like 
other people's conversations are none of my business. 
"Right. I'll be there later. goodbye." She hung up and 
kinda threw her hands up in exasperation. "Darn it."

"What's up? Something wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"The family that adopted Boots will be having their 
grandmother move in, and she can't stand cats. So I have 
to go get Boots, or they're going to take her to the 
Humane Society, and I have to do it tonight." She rubbed 
her eyes and looked out the window. "Time to be a cat 
adoption representative again."

"Sorry." I said, not sure if we could help. As if 
reading my mind, Lola patted my knee. "Not your fault. 
I'm just not done with that job, that's all. If you'd 
drop me at the house, that would be nice." and here we 
came around the bend. I pulled into our driveway, 
alongside her house.

"Thanks for the ride," She grinned, and leaned in for a 
kiss, which I gladly gave.

"Call us, ok? Maybe come over tomorrow?" I asked, and 
she nodded. "I'd like that."

She climbed out and turned, leaning down. I got a nice 
view down her V-neck wraparound blouse. "Ta-ta for now." 
she said with a wink.

Took the words out of my mouth, I thought, but I said. 
"Goodbye."

I drove down the driveway and stopped the car. Time for 
the homecoming celebration. I found the tin of Altoids I 
always keep in the car and crunched one. (Spiro had 
always been convinced that minty breath got you better 
tips as a delivery driver, and he used Fat Lenny as 
proof of the reverse.)

Leaving my crutches on the back porch, I strode calmly 
into the kitchen and slid the door shut behind me. I 
quickly tossed my camp shirt onto a barstool and kicked 
off my shoes.

Karen was standing at the stove, stirring something with 
a wooden spoon. She was wearing linen shorts and a 
spaghetti-strap dancer's top that jealously hugged her 
gorgeous frame. "Excuse me." I tapped her on the 
shoulder. When she turned, I scooped her up bodily in my 
arms. She gave a squeal and clutched me, causing hot 
water clinging to the spoon to accidentally drip on my 
arm, but I ignored it. "What are you doing?" She 
giggled/squealed as I carried her towards the living 
room.

"I got my stitches out." I said, navigating the doorway 
with ease. Her eyes lit up.

"But dinner!" She gasped. "The noodles!"

Amy and Liu Si were playing Kingdom Hearts in the living 
room, and both of them looked up when I entered 
triumphantly, holding Karen in my arms. They both 
grinned, and Amy literally clapped her hands with glee. 

"Liu Si, would you be a dear and watch my noodles for 
me?" Karen said, her voice shaking a little with 
excitement. "I think I'm going to be a little busy."

"She's going to be a lot busy." I promised, and Karen 
shuddered happily. Liu Si leapt up and took the spoon 
from Karen's hand with a blushing smile. "Thank you." I 
told her, and she curtsied, giggling.

I turned and marched up the stairs, bouncing Karen a 
little with each step. She clung to me in delight or 
fear of losing her balance, I'm not sure which. "Woo 
Woo!" Amy cheered.

"Mine or yours?" I asked as we reached the top.

"I-I don't know!" She said, flustered, but happy.

"We could do it on Amy and Liu Si's bed," I joked, and 
she swatted me gently. 

"Mine!" She said, and I continued down the hall. 

"Why the hesitation?" I asked.

"Well, I like the way your bed has plenty of room to 
move around, but I also like knowing that we fuck in my 
bed. On a normal night, when I'm lying there going to 
sleep, it's like I can feel the vibes of when we did it, 
and it makes me happy." She admitted happily.

I got us through the doorway into her room, and I kicked 
the door shut with my heel. As I set her on her feet, I 
held out my hand and gently commanded her, "Shorts!" 
Giggling, she quickly shucked them down her shapely legs 
with a little shimmy. "Somebody's in a hurry!"

"You have no idea!" I said, taking her shorts and 
hanging them on the doorknob, blocking the keyhole from 
the hall. When I picked her up again, her thighs and 
buttocks were so warm and soft against my arms. "I've 
been missing this since I got stabbed, and you've 
literally been all I could think about for almost two 
days."

I set her down again by her bathroom door. "Your top, 
please?" I said firmly, and she used both arms to pull 
it up her ribcage and over her head. I LOVE that. I 
draped the thin material over that doorknob as well, 
blocking the keyhole there. "Two days? I know one of us 
has done you since then. Didn't Amy suck you off in the 
living room yesterday morning?" She asked, standing 
there in her lacy, baby-blue bra and low-rise panties. 
She posed for me, hands on hips.

I scooped her up again and looked into her eyes. "I 
never stopped thinking about you." I said sincerely, and 
a rosy blush crept up her cheeks and down the lovely 
upper slope of her breasts. Two more steps had us to the 
door to Amy's room, and I set her down one last time. 

Before I could even speak, she turned, bent over, and 
slooooowwwwwwly lowered her panties, exposing her 
secrets to me, as I devoured her hungrily with my eyes. 
"Here you go." She purred, and draped them softly into 
my open hand. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "I was going 
to ask for your bra," I said, and she shrugged and threw 
her arms behind herself to unhook it. I watched her 
jiggle and bounce as she undid the clasps, and she 
leaned forward, shimmying it down her arms. 

My cock was so hard at this point I actually heard my 
zipper creak. "Oh geez!" Karen gasped, staring down. I 
looked down, and yep, that's what it looks like. I was 
experiencing some slight bending, but my pants looked 
like a booby trap. 

"Could you help me with that?" I asked playfully, 
hanging Karen's underwear on the last doorknob, covering 
the keyhole into Amy's room. She knelt and undid my 
belt, then my button, then carefully lowered my zipper, 
using her other hand to take up the tension. Soon, she 
had unbent me, and my shorts were around my ankles, only 
my boxers hiding the erection from her gaze.

With a quick tug from Karen, these were gone as well, 
shot to my ankles. My erection bobbed upwards, waving in 
the cool air, and she grasped it carefully, running her 
fingers down the underside as it pointed up.. "I love 
you," She cooed to it, her eyes wide, her smile warm and 
promising. 

I reached down my hand for her, which she took demurely 
and stood. One final time, I lifted her and bore her 
away towards her bed. I still wore my t-shirt, but I was 
too overloaded with anticipation to worry about how 
silly I looked.

"What was with the doorknobs?" Karen asked breathlessly, 
clutching me again. I lay her down on the bed and 
climbed over top of her, straddling her gorgeous legs, 
my arms holding me up. I leaned in for a short kiss. 
"Privacy." I said lovingly. "You're the only person in 
my world right now, and everything that's happening here 
is just for you." Another kiss. "I wanted to show you 
how much I love you, and how much you mean to me. To 
remind you."

"I n-never forgot," She stammered, her voice full of 
emotion. "But it's nice to be reminded."

"You've been very generous, allowing Amy and even Liu Si 
to share our love, but I wanted to make sure you didn't 
feel left out." I promised, "In fact, I wanted to prove 
to you all over again that you're at the center of my 
universe."

She sighed happily, her eyes damp. "I love you. And I 
trust you. I know how much you love me."

"How can you know how much I love you, when there aren't 
even enough words or enough breath to say them?" I 
murmured, nuzzling her ear as she squirmed under me.

"Because I love you just as much!" She gasped, "Now quit 
teasing me!"

"Teasing?" I gently licked her earlobe, and she moaned, 
clutching at me.

"You carried me up here, took my clothes, you're licking 
my ear, and your penis is leaving wet spots on my 
thigh." She gasped. "I'm already hot as I can stand and 
you're not even naked yet? Get that shirt off, buster!" 
She pulled at my shirt with both hands and I heard a 
thread snap. Inspiration bloomed.

"As you wish, my love." I said, and rose up on my knees, 
my dick waving in the air between us. Taking the collar 
of my undershirt in both hands, I ripped it apart, right 
down the middle. It made a *ffffrrrip* noise.

"Oh ho, ho, ho, hoooo," Karen laughed evilly. "That was 
gooooooood. Come here!" and she reached for me 
excitedly. I leaned back down, my ripped shirt hanging 
off of me like a vest, and she ran her hands up my 
stomach and chest. "Mmmmmm!" She sighed, and grabbed my 
right sleeve, pulling sharply on it until it ripped 
loose. "Awesome!" She giggled, as I lifted my arm and 
shook the sleeve off onto the floor. As my bicep was 
exposed, she grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. She 
growled happily and turned her attention to my other 
sleeve.

I lowered my pelvis until my accoutrements were firmly 
pressed against her thighs, and ground against her 
gently, my cock sliding up and down just a bit, indeed 
dripping precum on her soft skin. My left sleeve was 
proving less cooperative, so I took her hand and put it 
on the thin strip of fabric between my right armhole and 
the ruined collar. "Rip it off." I instructed her, and 
she pulled with both hands until the fabric parted.

"This is fun!" She purred, reaching back over to the 
left and simply pulling off the wreckage of my shirt. 
"Ripping your clothes off! So cool!"

I leaned in for a kiss, my cock pressing harder against 
her thighs as I bent down. She squirmed against it as we 
kissed. "Why is that still on the outside of me?" She 
pouted when we parted from the kiss. "I want it inside 
where it belongs!" She complained in a cute voice.

I gripped her hips and slid it up the crevice where her 
thighs were pressed together, pressing my swollen 
cockhead against her pubic mound, the angle wrong for 
actual insertion. She writhed underneath me, unable to 
spread her legs, moaning in anticipation. "Come 
ooonnnnn!" She grabbed at my wrists and pulled, but I 
didn't budge. Her nipples looked hard enough to carve 
granite, and she was practically out of breath already. 
"It's been three weeks! Don't make me wait any more!" 
She demanded, her jaw set with determination.

I was enjoying toying with her, glad of the knowledge 
that she wanted me as much as I wanted her, giddy with 
the feeling of getting her super-excited, knowing that I 
was going to give her everything she wanted, just not... 
quite... yet. 

I leaned down to kiss her again, my cockhead pressing 
hard on her mound as I leaned on it. She gave a little 
wail of frustration, and kissed me back. "I'm going to 
get up. Pull your knees up as high as you can and spread 
your legs. Do it now!" I commanded, and jumped up.

She yanked her knees up so hard her butt literally came 
up off the mattress, and she clasped her hands behind 
her knees and held herself, open and exposed, before me. 
I could see her gorgeous pussy was already soaked, clear 
liquid coating her labia and trickling down over her 
little puckered anus. I decided that she looked too 
delicious to fuck right away. Time for an appetizer.

I knelt at her pussy, my cock only inches away, and put 
my hands on hers, helping to hold up her knees. 
"Yeeeess!" She whimpered, and I could see her anus 
clutch and relax. Someone's excited. But instead of 
nestling closer, I put my weight on my hands and 
stretched out my legs, my feet skidding away across the 
bed sheet as I lowered my face to her pussy.

She growled in disappointment, but only for a moment. I 
could feel her warmth on the sensitive skin of my face, 
and the smell of her delicious pussy excited me even 
more. I literally dove in with my tongue, swiping up 
from her perineum in wide, firm strokes, licking every 
fold, every soft, luscious wrinkle. She cried out in joy 
as I licked and stroked, my nose tickling her clit while 
my tongue furrowed and caressed her warm, wet pussy. 
"Yes!"

To say she was wet would almost be an understatement. 
When my tongue would wiggle up from the bottom of her 
pussy to her clit, it was almost like walking upstream. 
My chin and cheeks were soon slick with her delicious 
juices, and I was getting excited just from the smell, 
even beyond how aroused the taste of her honey always 
made me. I imagined my cock sparking and crackling like 
a teaser. This evening was going to be epic.

I took my right hand away from her knee and began 
stroking her labia and her perineum with my fingertips. 
She squirmed and purred happily. She was so wet, 
everywhere, that had I tried, I probably could have 
slipped a finger up her ass with little or no effort, 
but I didn't. Instead, I pressed the palm of my hand 
against her pussy, slow and hard, until her clit 
practically *popped* out between my forefinger and 
middle finger. 

This, I attacked with the tip of my tongue, and she 
groaned in excitement. As I flicked and licked her 
little bean, I mashed my hand around in a small circular 
motion, practically grinding the palm of my hand against 
her pelvis, smooshing (not TOO hard) all those sensitive 
tissues. I only did that for a moment, and then removed 
my hand, releasing the pressure. Karen gasped and gave a 
little whine, squirming again.

I went back to licking her lovely labia, sticking the 
tip of my tongue actually INTO her vaginal opening, and 
for the first and perhaps only time in my life, I was 
envious of Gene Simmons. If I had one wish I could make 
about my body, I would wish for a giraffe tongue. Being 
able to fuck my ladies with it, tasting them inside 
while pleasuring them? 'Tis a blessing most devoutly to 
be wish'd. 

Anyway, I did my best, then withdrew and trolled my 
forefinger up and down, top to bottom, until it was 
fully coated in her delicious lube. I gently wiggled it 
into her (now VERY tight and excited) pussy, then 
returned my attention to her clit, sucking at it with my 
lips, lapping at it with my tongue. I wiggled my finger 
up and down, worked it in and out, never deeper than the 
second knuckle, twirled it around and around, and Karen 
started to go crazy.

Panting and writhing, so much that it started to get 
difficult staying on her clit, she began finding her 
voice. "Oooooh yes, finger my pussy! Oh yeahhhhh! Wiggle 
it -Ah!" a little squeal escaped her as I obeyed. I 
laughed silently. I was having a great time, and she 
couldn't even keep still.

I withdrew a bit, watching all that was going on, and 
saw her anus was clenched up super tight. (When I was on 
the couch all day, recuperating, and I was 69'ed with 
Karen or Amy, I could use their little pucker as a 
visual gauge of how close to orgasm they were. Looser 
and relaxed, means not too close. Clenched and 
quivering, orgasm ahoy. True story.)

"My clit!" Karen demanded with a gasp, as my finger 
continued to wiggle and thrust into her tightening 
opening. "Liiiiiick my cliiiiiiiiit!" she whined.

I did. Mostly.

I would flick it firmly, lavishing my tongue all over 
it, and then stop. I would keep my tongue against it, 
but not moving for oh, about three seconds or so. Then 
more licking, warm and enthusiastic, then another pause, 
maybe a little longer. Still more licking, then more NOT 
licking. She tried to hump her pelvis at me, to rub her 
clit against my tongue, but I moved back just enough. 
Karen went NUTS.

Where my left hand still helped hold up her knee, she 
pulled her hand loose and pretty much grabbed my hair, 
pulling my face into her pussy. I immediately stopped 
fooling around and went after her clit, tapping it and 
stabbing at it with the tip of my tongue. I also turned 
my right hand over and started using my index finger 
(still buried in her honeypot) to make a "come here" 
gesture. (Which is apropos, because I wanted her to come 
here.)

Karen's voice went up another octave, like that part of 
a song after the bridge where they shift up for the big 
finale. "Ahh! Ahhh! ANNHH! YES! YESSS!!"

Her grip on my hair was downright demanding, but I did 
my best to live up to those demands. I licked, I sucked, 
I beckoned and stroked, and her appreciation was 
physical and immediate. Her pussy started almost 
grabbing my finger, even as her clit got harder and 
larger, almost the size of a good lima bean as my tongue 
batted it up and down, left and right.

As she wound up to her orgasm, she began a wail that 
started low and got higher and louder, peaking when her 
voice broke and she had to gasp for air. "AaaaAAHHH!" 
She threw her head back and *screamed.*

(I once heard a standup comedian say you know you're 
doing a girl right when she starts singing the theme 
from the original Star Trek. "aaaaaAAAAaaaaaaaa." and so 
on. This was one of those moments.)

She lost her grip on my hair and her knee at about the 
same time, her left leg slipping out of her solo grasp 
and falling down by my side. I still held up her other 
knee, and I still stroked her pussy with my fingertip, 
just playing around the opening, leaving her clit alone. 
She gasped for air, covered in sweat, and wiped at her 
face. "Oh my god." She gulped, panting.

"Doing good?" I asked, kissing her upraised thigh. She 
chuckled. "I am doing SO good right now, it's hard to 
describe." She reached out and smoothed my hair. "I'm 
sorry for pulling your hair, but I couldn't take it 
anymore." I grinned at her. "Good." I withdrew my finger 
and kissed her pussy.

"Now roll over on your side," I said gently, and pushed 
the knee I was still holding to the right. "Anything you 
say," Karen sighed happily, and rolled over.

She ended up laying on her left side, her left leg 
extended normally below her, with her right leg pulled 
up as high as it would go towards her chest. "What's 
this for?" she asked, curious, still out of breath.

"I wanted to try something," I confessed, and scooched 
up, straddling her extended left leg, kneeling with my 
right knee under her folded right leg. My cock was rock 
hard, and as I scooched up her leg towards her glorious, 
warm pussy, I could feel her heat and moisture on the 
tip of my cock. Karen jumped a MILE. "Geez, you're right 
there!" She gasped, as my tip tickled her labia, which 
were pressed together in this position.

I lowered myself a little, until my testicles rested on 
her thigh, and began swabbing the tip of my dick back 
and forth along her wet slit. Once my glans was good and 
wet, I gently pressed it into her, where I thought her 
vagina would be. It didn't go in, but Karen lurched. 
"Uhh!" She flinched. "Too far back!"

"Sorry," I apologized sincerely, dragging it more 
towards her front.

"It almost went in," She chuckled, a little scared. "If 
Amy found out I let you do my butt before you did hers, 
she'd never forgive me. And I didn't even mean to!"

"I thought I was in the right place. I can't see it from 
this position, so..." I said, my voice gentle. 

Karen reached up and patted my stomach. "I know, it's 
cool. Here, let me," She said, still a little 
breathless, and she stuck out her tongue in 
concentration as she reached down behind herself and 
grabbed my dick with her fingertips. She gave me a 
squeeze and sighed happily. "Mmmmmm."

She hitched her hips a little, still keeping her right 
leg pulled up high. Moving my cock to a specific spot, 
she wiggled it a bit, and let go. "Ok, now you're right 
at the OH JEEZUS GOD!!" She shouted as I pushed it 
slowly inwards. I stopped halfway in, in surprise. She 
clutched her sheets almost in a panic.

"Are you OK?" I gasped. Her eyes were as big as saucers, 
and she fought for air, clutching her upraised thigh so 
hard her knuckles turned white. "How? How did-" She 
stammered, and reached down again to touch my penis 
tentatively. "It feels like it's three times bigger! Oh 
my god!" She gulped. "How did that happen?!"

First things first. "Does it hurt? Should I take it 
out?" I said, watching her closely. She gasped another 
breath and shook her head. "No, no it doesn't hurt, it 
just feels SO much bigger than ever!" She wiped her eyes 
which had begun to water. "And for the record, I wish 
you never had to take it out. Oh my god, why does it 
feel so big?"

"I think it's the way you're laying. On your side with 
your leg pulled up, you're squishing your own pussy, and 
now that I'm putting something into it, all those nerves 
are reading double or triple the sensation they normally 
would." I stroked her thigh, my dick still buried 
halfway in her. "Plus, since you just had an orgasm like 
a minute ago, so they're all good and warmed up anyway. 
Is it too much, should we stop?"

She shook her head firmly. "I'm good, it just shocked 
the crap out of me. Start slow, ok? I love you." and she 
lay back down. I put one hand on her hip, and one hand 
under her upraised knee, lifting it a little, and 
sloooowwwwly slipped my dick all the way inside. She 
took a deep breath and just moaned softly. 
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeaaaahhhhhh."

Reaching my full depth, I pulled out about 3/4 of the 
way, right to where the thickest part of my dick was 
right at the opening, and drove it back in again, just a 
tiny bit faster than last time. "Oh my god," Karen 
whimpered, and I was simply beyond words.

On each outstroke, it felt like I was getting a vacuum 
seal, like her pussy was literally sucking my cock in 
addition to the usual feeling. On each instroke, I felt 
like I could actually feel the texture of her pussy, as 
if there were bumps and ridges massaging me like little 
lips and fingertips INSIDE that pink paradise. 

Maybe that doesn't sound right. When a girl has her 
mouth on you, you can tell where her lips are, where her 
teeth (hopefully not TOO well) are, and where her tongue 
is. Normally for me, Karen's pussy was all pleasure, all 
the time, with no distinction between one part or 
another, merely how deep I was in it. THIS time, it felt 
like instead of a smooth surface, I could feel an entire 
roadmap of varied sensations.

I pulled out again (vacuum seal) and slowly thrust deep 
into her once more, marveling at the feeling of her 
compressed pussy. "Sweet FUCK!" Karen shuddered, trying 
to breathe. Again, I stroked it in and out. This felt 
soooooo good. "Can I go a little faster?" I gasped, and 
Karen gave a slightly nervous giggle. "I'm not sure," 
She said hoarsely, and took a deep breath. "If I die, 
promise me you'll stop, ok? Or if I look like I'm going 
to die, stop before I do."

"Is it that bad?" I asked, concerned, and not thinking 
straight. "No, it's that good," Karen said. "I'm a 
little scared by how this feels. Just... don't go TOO 
fast, and I'll do my best to stay with you, ok?"

I nodded, and she looked back up at me. "I love you so 
much, Will. I love you SO much." She put her right hand 
on my chest for a second, and then used it to hold her 
right leg up.

I began carefully thrusting and withdrawing, just slowly 
sliding in and out, each motion bringing more and more 
pleasure, as if it were a volume knob turning higher and 
higher. Her pussy was so tight in its grip that I think 
if she hadn't been SO wet from the licking, that one or 
both of us might have gotten hurt.

Our bodies meshed together flawlessly, the angle and the 
position allowing me to bury myself completely in her 
vagina, my balls rubbing up and down her inner thigh, 
almost grinding them against her (which I think actually 
held my orgasm off. My cock was at 200% pleasure, but my 
nuts were getting bounced and smooshed a little 
urgently, so my orgasm wasn't really getting any closer, 
despite the indescribable heaven my cock was in.)

I had my left hand on her hip, and my right hand on her 
upraised thigh, pressing her into the mattress, as she 
gasped for air amidst her cries. "Oh! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh 
god! Yes!"

I gained some speed, limited by how tight she was, and 
she just wailed. "Unh huh hunnhhhhh! Yessssssssss!" 
After a few more moments, I realized that I wasn't going 
to be able to cum from this. It felt fucking AMAZING, 
but my testicles were getting smacked around, and 
whatever else it takes to reach orgasm, I wasn't getting 
it. 

It's hard to describe. Her tightness, while delicious 
and amazing, was forcing me to keep my speed down, so I 
wasn't being catapulted over the threshold that begins 
my orgasm. I mean I could keep this up for a long time, 
but it wasn't going to bring on my grand finale. Karen 
on the other hand, was squirming and gasping like a 
drowning woman.

Oh well. More for her. I started jerking it in and out 
only about five inches, and thrusting it back in, just 
feeling how wonderful it was, and listening to our skin 
collide. bap, bap, bap, bap.

"Oh god! Oh shit! Oh GOD! AAAAHHH!" She began clawing at 
her sheets like she was trying to get away, literally 
pulling her sheet off that corner of her bed and 
bunching it up towards her, exposing that corner of her 
mattress. I was startled for a moment, but then two 
things happened very quickly.

1. Karen got a hold of her pillow, which I then 
understood had been her goal for the sheet-clawing, and 
yanked it closer, burying her face in it and screaming 
her lungs out, just a muffled "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

2. Her pussy's internal circumference went from "dixie 
cup" to "thimble" even though my cock was still inside 
it. I was stopped dead. Her pussy clamped down so hard I 
literally could not move for fear of hurting both of us. 
Luckily I was all the way in when it happened, so where 
her opening grabbed me, it was at the narrower base, not 
the wider shaft.

I was locked in, and Karen was losing her mind. Two more 
deep breaths of screaming, as she shook and clamped me. 
I did my best to hold still, and after about a minute, I 
felt her muscles loosen up a bit, and I carefully 
withdrew. She let her leg go and lay relaxed, still with 
the pillow clamped over her face. I became worried about 
her oxygen intake, so I pulled the pillow away. 

If she hadn't fought me on letting go of the pillow, I 
might have thought she was asleep or otherwise 
unconscious. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, her 
mouth open, and she was just breathing slow and hard, 
almost snoring. I climbed off of her and lay down next 
to her, concerned. Her pussy had been so tight that I 
couldn't even move. I began to worry that I had hurt 
her.

Her eyes opened and struggled to focus. "That... was 
good." She gasped, and lay still again. I put my arms 
around her and held her. My cock was still hard and 
twitching, (cold now that it had been exposed to air) 
but she was out of it. My dick felt a little numb, as if 
it had been treated TOO roughly. Maybe 10% ouch, 90% 
yay.

A few minutes passed as I cradled her, and she simply 
lay in my arms, eyes closed, breathing slow, as if 
holding her breath. My erection only faded about 5% the 
entire time. Still big, still hard, but now a little 
more numb and raw, a little less sexy and pleasurable.

Karen seemed to awaken, opening her eyes and clumsily 
wiping her sweaty hair away from her forehead. "Oh, my 
gosh," She sighed, giving me a weak grin. "That was a 
new one."

When she put her hand down from wiping her forehead, she 
bumped my cock, and I winced, because it didn't feel 
good. "I'm sorry!" She said, then looked at it again. 
"You're still hard? After that?" She reacted in 
surprise, then suddenly the light bulb went on, and she 
was all sympathy. "You didn't come yet, did you? Oh 
Will, I'm so sorry! Why didn't you tell me?!"

She stroked me carefully with her hand, apologizing as 
if she had done something wrong, which she most 
definitely had not. "It's ok," I said, "That position 
had a lot going on, and it just didn't do it for me. It 
felt AMAZING, but it wasn't making me cum."

"It made ME cum, though, god." She gushed, and then gave 
me a sexy pout, her hands still tugging at my cock with 
soft little motions. She carefully shifted her position 
so she could cup my balls with one hand, and lightly tug 
at my penis with the other. "What can we do for this 
poor thing? He's such a good boy!" She baby-talked down 
at it, her head almost touching my chest.

"I could suck him and kiss him," She said, but then a 
calculating look appeared on her face. "But he's had 
nothing BUT sucking and licking for three weeks. He 
wants pussy, doesn't he?"

Her soft and tender hands were coaxing the pleasure back 
into my member, and it was quickly at full salute once 
again, tingles of happiness racing up my spine. I kissed 
her on the lips softly. "I got to taste you, and fuck 
you, a little. At this point, my pressing needs have 
mostly been met. I'll gladly play along with whatever 
you want to give me. Sucking never really gets old." I 
grinned.

Karen nodded and leaned back down to talk to my dick. 
"Will's just being polite, isn't he? You still want hot, 
juicy pussy, right?" She waggled me up and down. "He 
says "Pussy, please." I can tell."

She released me and gave me another kiss, then began 
sitting up. I let go of her, and she pulled her pillows 
around behind her back, propping up her hips as she lay 
back down. She spread her legs wide, and placed her 
hands on either side of her pussy, pulling the dainty 
little lips open, even more clear juice trickling out. 
She looked me square in the eyes, and I felt my heart 
race. "I want your big, hard cock in my wet little 
pussy." Karen said softly. "I'm asking politely."

Zing! went the strings of my heart. I knew she was 
deliberately talking dirty to turn me on, but I also 
knew she was being honest. I tried not to look too 
clumsy as I rose on all fours and crawled into position. 
She wrapped her arms and legs around me with obvious 
relish. "I love you." She whispered to me, our faces 
only about an inch apart.

"I love you right back." I said, and she pulled me 
closer with her arms and planted a kiss right on my 
lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth and tickling 
mine.

As we kissed, her legs wrapped carefully around me and 
drew me in closer, until the tip of my erection was 
touching her lower abdomen. Our kiss ended and she 
growled in impatience. "Put that where it belongs, I'm 
begging you." She said, and I quickly used one hand to 
line it up properly. As soon as I got the tip in, 
however, she tightened her legs and pulled my hips 
closer, driving my cock up into her pussy. "Oh yeah!" 
She cried, and held me there, buried deep, using her 
legs for leverage as she began grinding her pelvis 
against mine. I could feel my dick being rocked back and 
forth as she writhed against me. I held myself up and 
groaned with the feeling. So good.

After a few seconds of grinding, she loosened her legs a 
bit, and looked up at me. "I want you to have your way 
with me now." She said earnestly. "I've had my turn 
tonight, so this is all you. Do whatever you want to 
make it good. Use my pussy however you need to, ok?"

"Are you sure?" I gasped, remembering how hard her pussy 
had clamped down when I had her on her side. "I don't 
know how hard I'll be doing this."

She grinned fearlessly at me. "I'm wet enough for 
anything, and two SERIOUS orgasms have me all relaxed. 
Just give it to me!" She kissed me again, and laced her 
fingers behind my neck. "I'm ready!"

I pulled out about two inches, and slowly slid back in. 
Oh my god, did it ever feel good.

"YEAH!" Karen purred, her eyes half closed. I withdrew 
again, almost all the way, and rolled my hips as I 
thrust, slipping it all the way back inside in a flash. 
Karen gasped "Oh!" and her eyes flew all the way open, 
before she shut them halfway and giggled at me. "C'mon, 
hot stuff. Go for it."

I straightened up my arms until I was high above her, 
and started to using my abs to thrust my cock deep, deep 
inside her body. I used my legs as well, bouncing her 
several inches with each thrust, as I found my rhythm. 
My dick plowed into her tender, secret flesh as I worked 
it in and out of her, faster and faster, until I could 
actually hear a noise with each thrust.

My dick in her tight, extremely wet pussy made a quiet, 
wet little sound like *squorch, squorch, squorch* as I 
fucked her. She had her eyes closed, and was just 
gasping for air with each withdrawal, never letting go 
of me, using her legs around my hips to help with each 
thrust. Everything felt so good, I felt like I was 
losing my mind. I drove my cock into her as firmly as I 
could, jostling her hard as I pounded her pussy.

"I can... feel your balls... slapping my ass!" Karen 
whimpered, hitching against me in perfect rhythm. "Yeah! 
yeah! unh! unh unh unh unh UNH!"

I could suddenly sense my orgasm out there somewhere, 
rushing towards me. Batten down the hatches, I thought 
feverishly, this is going to be a big one! Karen 
suddenly yanked my head down to hers, pressing our 
foreheads together. "I'm... gonna... cum again!" 

She groaned through gritted teeth, "Don't you stop! 
Don't you EVER stop!" Spit flew out of her mouth with 
the force of her command, hitting me in the face, but I 
didn't care. I fucked her for all I was worth, slamming 
my dick into her pussy as hard and as fast as I could, 
literally almost knocking the breath out of her.

"Unh! Unh! YES! OH! RRRGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" She 
screamed, right into my face, as her legs and arms 
clutched at me spasmodically, shaking hard with her 
climax. Her eyes were clamped shut as she came on my 
dick, and as she did, I felt my testicles tighten up. I 
buried my cock as deep in her as I could, ramming it 
into her hot pussy once, twice, thr-

I came so hard I was deaf for about ten seconds. I 
couldn't even hear myself crying out, although I'm 
pretty sure I did. It was like flashbulbs had gone off 
inside my skull, and I could literally see white flashes 
at the corners of my eyes. 

When I remembered to breathe, all I could do was gasp in 
air so hard my throat hurt. I fell on Karen, literally 
just collapsed on top of her, my arms twisting as I 
fell, my own elbows jamming into my ribcage. She was 
still sobbing with ecstasy, twitching even as her pussy 
milked my cock in our mutual throes. It felt like I was 
pouring my very soul into her. I tried to talk, but my 
teeth were literally chattering too hard to get any 
words out.

If our foreheads hadn't already been touching, mine 
pulled down to press against hers, we probably would 
have banged our heads together when I lost my muscle 
control. All I could do was lay there helplessly, lashed 
by wave after wave of warm, squeezing, overpowering 
pleasure. I tried to breathe, but even that almost 
seemed too hard.

She regained her senses first, stroking my back and 
nuzzling against me, cooing gently into my ear. "Oh yes, 
yes yes, yes, yes, yes. Ohhhh, that was exactly what I 
wanted. So strong." She kissed the side of my head, and 
I struggled to lift it. "I... love..." I slurred, but 
she shushed me. "I know." She said.

She threw an arm out and managed to draw a blanket over 
us. I was still inside her, but she dragged the blanket 
up my back and re-wrapped her arms and legs around me. 
"Rest," She sighed dreamily. "Just rest." I relaxed 
again, and soon, was asleep.

When I awoke, I was a little disoriented and startled, 
but Karen clutched me carefully. "It's ok." She soothed. 
"You just fell asleep for a little bit."

"Can't blame you, though." Amy's voice came, and I 
jumped. "It's ok," Karen repeated, "I invited her in. 
She just sat and talked with me while you rested."

"Sorry," I mumbled. I still had my dick inside Karen, I 
realized, right as Karen informed me I had nothing to 
apologize for. "You were incredible." She sighed 
happily. "Almost worth the three-week wait."

"I hope we don't ever have to wait that long again," I 
mumbled, and she kissed me.

I turned my head with effort to see Amy sitting cross-
legged at the end of the bed. She waved, with a warm 
smile. "Way to go, champ." She said.

My dick was still inside Karen, as best I could tell, 
although it didn't feel very hard anymore.

"We were trying to mind our own business downstairs, but 
you guys got so loud we got wet just listening." Amy 
said conversationally. "How many was that, anyway?"

"I had one when he licked me, and then he did me 
sideways and I had such a big orgasm that I fell asleep 
immediately afterwards," Karen began, but Amy 
interrupted in excitement.

"SIDEways?" Amy said, fascinated. Karen blushed. "He 
kinda turned me over and went like..." Karen managed to 
illustrate our position using her fingers as little 
legs. Amy was delighted. "That is SO hot! I want that!"

"THAT one might have been two, I really can't be sure. 
Everything went crazy." Karen admitted.

"She clamped down on me and actually held me there. I 
couldn't move it." I said gently, against Karen's 
collarbone. "Wow!" Amy blurted.

"I think he got my G-spot again with the sideways 
thing," Karen smiled and kissed my forehead where I lay 
on her.

"I should probably get up," I mumbled, and went to move, 
but Karen pouted. "Does that mean you're going to take 
it out?" She said, "I like it right where it is."

"His penis is still INSIDE you?" Amy's jaw dropped with 
a huge smile. "While we've been talking? That is SO 
kinky!"

Karen blushed and grinned, and Amy clapped her hands. "I 
am SO jealous right now!" Amy said, albeit happily. 
Karen still had her arms and legs wrapped around me, so 
I hadn't moved yet.

I heard Liu Si skip into the room and felt the bed shake 
as she climbed up. "Dinner is done and the stove is 
turned off!" She sang. As she settled on the bed, she 
accidentally knelt on my feet and ankles. "Aaah! I am 
sorry!" she winced. (Karen's bed is not really meant for 
this many people to be in it.)

"He's still IN her!" Amy said, grabbing Liu Si's hand. 
Liu Si looked at both Karen and I with an expression 
that was hard to read. She grabbed Amy and pulled her 
close, whispering something in her ear. Amy blinked in 
surprise, then smiled, then gave Liu Si a wicked grin. 
"You are SO awesome!"

Liu Si blushed, and sat back, fluttering her eyelashes 
at me. Amy spoke calmly, although you could hear the 
excitement in her tone. "My beloved lotus blossom has 
brought up a very good point. You both seem so 
exhausted, we would both like to volunteer for cleanup 
duty."

I got happy chills down my spine. Oh my god. Karen was 
lost for a second, then blushed heavily. Amy continued. 
"I'll help you, jie-jie, and Hu Die can get Will squeaky 
clean. You both worked so hard, now you can relax and 
let us do the licking. Just a clean-up."

I was pretty excited. Amy was going to lick Karen's 
pussy clean of our cum, and Liu Si was going to suck it 
off my dick? Sweet merciful heavens. Karen glanced at 
me, and then laughed, resigned. "I already know what his 
answer is. Ok, that's.... fine. Let us-" She unwrapped 
from me, but I didn't move just yet.

"I love you." I said, looking into her eyes, and kissed 
her soundly, my tongue stroking hers, my lips caressing 
her lips, a deep soul kiss. Amy and Liu Si both went 
"OooooOOOOOoooooh" happily.

I straightened my arms and lifted myself off of her, my 
half-erect penis pulling out of her with a wet slurp. 
Behind me, I could hear Amy sigh jealously. Karen's 
eyelids fluttered as my penis slipped out, but she 
regained her composure and gave me a satisfied smile. "I 
love you too," she said, as I lay down beside her.

We settled at the head of her bed, as Amy and Liu Si 
moved up. Amy shucked off her shirt, so as to have skin-
on skin contact with Karen's legs, but Liu Si did not 
disrobe. She slid her hands up my thighs, and carefully 
leaned down, her tongue extended to lick the tip of my 
(tingly, wet, red) cock.

Karen was admonishing Amy. "No fingers this time!" She 
said, "You can have anything that's on the outside, but 
nothing goes in. I've had all I can take tonight." Amy 
just smiled and nodded. "You got it." she promised 
softly, and made good on her promise to lick Karen 
clean, her tongue gently swabbing Karen's inner thighs, 
her labia, and her tender secrets, trying not to 
stimulate her clitoris any more, just licking and 
cleaning, occasionally with a little slurp. 

Karen lay there with her mouth open, little gasps 
escaping her lips as Amy worked her way lower, licking 
her perineum, giving a tiny squeal when the tip of Amy's 
little pink tongue actually swabbed across her anus. 
"Oooh!" She squeaked, "be careful!"

"It's ok," Amy murmured, "you're clean."

Liu Si meanwhile, having licked the tip of my penis 
clean, had grasped it carefully in her fingertips, 
licking the length of my shaft in long, wide, slow 
strokes, as if painting it with a very soft brush. I was 
in heaven. I looked over at Karen to see her staring at 
Amy, while Amy carefully went over her pussy again, 
exploring every fold, every nook and cranny with her 
tongue. 

I felt Liu Si shift her arm and cup my testicles, 
lavishing her tongue all over them, where the drippings 
from myself and Karen's lovemaking had made them sticky. 
She softly sucked them into her mouth and released them, 
one at a time. Oh lord.

Satisfied with her work, she kissed my testicles, then 
right at the base of the underside of my cock, then the 
tip, then she let me go. Amy had likewise finished her 
task, and was basically lounging between Karen's thighs, 
watching Liu Si with a knowing smile on her face.

"We good?" She asked lightly, but Liu Si pointed at her. 
"Your face, on the side."

"What?" Amy asked, turning her head. "Did I get some on 
me?"

"Wait," Liu Si said, and leaned over and slooowly licked 
her tongue up the entire side of Amy's face, from her 
jaw to her hairline. If my cock hadn't been DONE for the 
day, I would have gotten erect so fast it would have 
made a noise. Karen blushed hard, and covered her face 
with one hand, the rosy blush spreading down her neck to 
the upper slope of her breasts. I remembered the night 
at the dinner table, when she and Amy had done the same 
thing to me, and I grinned.

During the lick, Amy regarded us both with an open-
mouthed smile, her eyes half-lidded. She chuckled 
evilly. "I think that worked. Serves you both right, you 
got us so hot with all the noise you were making."

Karen took her hand away from her face and fanned 
herself with it. "Whew!" She said, still blushing. "Can 
I confess something to you? That was REALLY sexy. You 
two are so cute together."

"Thank you." Amy blushed demurely.

"Can I confess something to YOU?" Liu Si said with a 
serious twinkle in her eye, "You taste very good on 
him." She pointed to me. Karen blushed again, and 
covered her face.

I was shocked, but Amy just laughed. "I'm so proud of 
her! You get her horny enough, and she's not afraid of 
anything!"

"Actually I was surprised that she offered to clean me 
up like that," I admitted. "That was very brave as 
well."

Liu Si shrugged and gave me a sly smile. "*I* was not 
the one who was naked." She said simply.

"When we heard you guys, it was so hot we couldn't 
ignore it. She practically jumped down my pants." Amy 
gave Liu Si a gentle shove. Liu Si responded by rising 
up on her knees and tackling Amy onto the bed, almost 
falling off. They both squealed and Karen had to grab 
Amy's ankle to keep them from going off. A fit of 
giggling ensued.

After they had disentangled themselves again, Amy 
scratched her head. "All that sexy has made me hungry! 
Who's ready for dinner?"

I was starving. Karen looked at me with a tired smile. 
"I'd get up and help, but I swear the only feeling I 
have from the waist down is my privates. My legs are 
totally boneless right now."

"I can walk, but I think I'm going to be wobbly for a 
while," I admitted. "I don't think I could carry you 
back downstairs safely."

"We shall have a picnic." Liu Si said. "Bairen Egui and 
myself will carry the food upstairs, and we will spread 
it out on a blanket in our room, and we will sit and eat 
it."

Karen laughed, delighted. "That does sound like fun, but 
how would that work? All I made were noodles so far, 
when he came home."

Amy gave her a thumbs up. "Hu Die put butter and some 
cheese in with the noodles, and boiled a bag of frozen 
vegetables. We had breaded chicken strips in the 
freezer, and I microwaved those. If we bring up plates 
and stuff, we can just bring up the pots of noodles and 
veggies and serve and eat right there! This is a great 
idea!"

"I thought we should eat in our room so we wouldn't make 
a mess in your rooms." Liu Si said, taking my hand and 
Karen's. "You will be our guests."

"But there's a dress code." Amy said, making it up as 
she went. "Pajamas or less."

"It's like 6:30," I said, but Amy shrugged. "We'll bring 
up some board games, and just spend the whole evening 
lying around and hanging out."

"Sounds great." Karen said, smiling at all of us. "Count 
me in. I just need my pajamas, and some help getting to 
the bathroom."

"Can I dart in first?" I asked, sitting up and scooching 
over to the edge of the bed. My testicles seemed to 
catch on the blanket and I slid over them, which didn't 
feel good. Karen nodded, and I headed for the bathroom, 
self-conscious as all three girls watched me leave.

I peed (aaaahhhhhh) and trotted to my room to get some 
clothes. Amy said pajamas or less, so I opted for boxers 
and some jogging shorts. I walked through Amy's room to 
Karen's to find Liu Si helping Karen wobble to the 
bathroom. They went in and the door shut. Amy was going 
around the room, picking up our clothes and putting them 
in Karen's hamper.

When she got to the remains of my t-shirt, she held it 
up with a smile. "What happened here?" She grinned.

"Um, wardrobe malfunction?" I said, and she laughed. 
"Looks LIKE it." She said, and chucked it into the 
trash. She put her hands on her hips and looked at me 
appraisingly. She was still topless. "Thank you." She 
said, sincerely.

"For what?" I asked, sitting on Karen's bed, still a bit 
weak-kneed. She walked over to me and put her arms 
around my shoulders. I was topless too, so our skin felt 
warm where it touched.

"For doing Karen so well, and for loving us all so 
much." She said, resting her head against my shoulder. I 
could feel her breath on my neck, and I fought the urge 
to shiver. "I don't know how much you can tell, but I 
have literally never seen her so happy. It's like she's 
just full of light and joy, she glows like a nightlight. 
You guys are so perfect together."

"I should be thanking you guys," I said, but Amy made a 
noise like "Pffft!" She raised her head and looked at 
me. "When you carried her into the living room, I got SO 
happy. I love her so much, and you too, that when you're 
happy, I am too. Just automatically. And today, you've 
made all of us very, very happy. Thank you. Even though 
you fucked HER brains out, I feel like I owe you as 
well."

"Nobody owes anybody." I said, and kissed her forehead. 
She kissed my lips and nibbled on my lower lip. "Sez 
you." she breathed.

Amy stepped back and sighed happily. Liu Si walked in 
from their room and said that the blanket was ready, 
would Amy help her bring up supper. They both left 
Karen's room via the hallway door, Liu Si giving me a 
happy little wave as she followed Amy out of the room.

I am the luckiest guy in the world.

I picked up the pillows from Karen's bed, and went into 
Amy's room to find a big quilt spread out. I plopped 
Karen's pillows down and went to get my own.

Soon, we were all arranged on and around the quilt. 
Karen lay sideways, propped up with pillows, wearing a 
pink sports bra and peach-colored long silk pants. Amy 
was wearing little blue panties and a t-shirt with the 
bottom half cut off, and in faded print it said "Not All 
There." Liu Si's wardrobe of choice was lacy red bikini 
panties and a skin-tight red tank top. I, of course, was 
just wearing shorts. It was a good-looking group.

The food sat in the middle, still in pots, resting on 
potholders, and we served and ate comfortably. It made 
me think of being in some sheikh's tent, like in Hidalgo 
or something.
After we ate, Karen put some music on her stereo, and we 
played Fact or Crap, Pictionary, and Scattergories until 
Amy put down "pussy" and "penis" for every single answer 
on one turn.

We went to bed that night exhausted and satisfied. Life 
is good.

The next day I decided that I needed to get my cell 
phone replaced. Now that I was driving again, I would 
need to be able to stay in touch with my ladies, and a 
cell phone was a necessity. I had been planning to head 
out in the morning, but stuck around in case Lola came 
over. About 2:00 I decided to call her and see if she 
had any plans.

"Sorry, Will," she said, and I could hear the 
disappointment in her voice. "I'm trying to line up a 
new home for Boots, and your Dad's paperwork got here, 
so I'm pretty well booked up today. I'd LOVE to come 
over, but it looks like it's not in the cards."

"Well, we'd love to see you, whenever you can get free." 
I said, and we said our goodbyes.

I headed out to the cell phone place, and got a new 
Motorola. They wanted me to get unlimited texting, but 
who am I going to text? It's a phone, I'll just call 
them. When did we move back to the telegraph? They had 
some initial trouble getting the phone onto the network, 
but they eventually got it going, and even let me keep 
my old number, which was cool, and unexpected. It took 
about an hour and a half of fiddling for them to get my 
phone just right.

Coming out of the phone office, I noticed the sky was 
starting to turn an ugly yellow way off to the east. You 
know, when it's going to rain so bad it looks like the 
sky is going to either puke or have diarrhea? It wasn't 
here yet, but it looked sinister. "Time to mosey on 
home," I said aloud to myself. I drove home as the sky 
began to darken, the yellow spreading further towards 
home.

Pulling around the house, I saw Lola's convertible in 
the driveway. I thought she wasn't coming over today, I 
thought. I pulled in next to her, and hopped out. The 
sky was still blue here, but I could just make out a 
tinge of yellow coming over the trees.

I walked up on the patio to find Liu Si kicking around 
the pool, bent over a foam noodle. I appreciated her 
butt for a moment, and I made sure she saw me. She 
grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"No lifeguard?" I asked, indicating the fact that she 
was in the deep end.

"Amy got thirsty. She went inside for a glass of water." 
Liu Si said. "Would you like to join us? We could play 
Snorkel!" 

"Actually, you should be getting out." I said, not sure 
what she meant by Snorkel, "There looks like there's a 
bad thunderstorm headed this way." (I later learned that 
Snorkel was a game Amy invented where they would try to 
suck my dick underwater. She had told Liu Si about it, 
but hadn't told me yet.)

"Ooooookayyyyy," She sighed, disappointed, and began 
churning towards the shallow end.

I turned to go in the house, only to see Lola running 
out, both hands clamped over her mouth, her eyes 
streaming tears, and otherwise exhibiting all the signs 
of severe emotional distress. "Are you ok?" I blurted, 
and upon seeing me, she practically skidded to a stop.

She stood there for several heartbeats, chest heaving, 
breath whistling through her nose. One hand dropped, 
clenching and unclenching in the air by her side. She 
was wearing a tan v-neck knit blouse, a grey wool skirt, 
and flats. She looked as if she had seen a ghost. Her 
eyes were shocked, and tears were pouring freely. She 
stared at me, her eyes wild.

"What-?" I began, but she leapt into motion again, 
darting past me and awkwardly running for her car, one 
hand still clamped over her mouth.

"Are you OK? What's wrong?" I shouted at her back, but 
she ran to her car, jumped in, and tore out in reverse.

I turned to find Amy standing in the doorway, also in 
shock. "Will! She-" Amy swallowed, hopping up and down. 
"Karen! They were KISSING!!"

I felt like I had been hit with a bucket of ice water. 
"What?!" I gasped.

"IcameintogetaglassofwaterandIheardanoiseandIlookedinand
theywerekissing!!" Amy jabbered, going a mile a minute, 
beside herself. "I-was-so-surprised-I-dropped-the-glass-
and..."

"Whoa, wait, slow down." I said, running over to her. 
She took a deep breath and swallowed, still hopping up 
and down, and started fanning herself with her hands. "I 
was swimming with Liu Si and I got thirsty so I came in 
to get a glass of water, but when I took a drink, I 
heard this noise from the living room like a moan, and 
when I peeked in through the door, instead of talking, 
they were kissing. A lot! They were making out!" Amy 
blurted, looking distraught.

"Holy shit!" I gasped.

"I was so surprised I just let go of the glass, and it 
shattered on the tile, and the noise seemed to snap them 
out of it. Lola jumped up, screamed a little, and ran 
out. Karen just sat there like she couldn't move." Amy 
said, starting to cry.

"Where's Karen now?" I asked, first things first.

"I don't know, I followed Lola out." Amy said. I ran 
past her, past the puddle of ice, water, and large 
curved slivers of glass in the doorway, to find Karen 
sitting on the couch with her face in her hands.

Her shoulders were shaking, and I knew before she even 
raised her head that she was crying. I sat beside her 
and touched her back, and she flinched. She raised her 
head and looked at me, red-eyed. "Oh, Will!" She sobbed, 
and threw her arms around my neck and cried.

I held her, still in shock, not knowing what to do. I 
heard Liu Si come in, and Amy warned her about the 
glass. As Karen clung to me and wept, I heard them get 
out the dustpan and sweep it up. Soon, the two of them 
trailed uncomfortably into the living room and sat near 
us silently, both of them wearing cover-ups over their 
swimsuits. They held hands tightly and just looked at 
us.

Karen was starting to wind down, so I leaned back from 
her and tried to talk. "What happened? How did it 
happen?"

Karen was still crying bitterly, as if every sob 
physically hurt, but she tried to explain.

"About three or four minutes after you left, she called, 
and said that you convinced her, that she really WANTED 
to come over, and so she was going to postpone her stuff 
she had to do and just come and see us." Karen sobbed a 
little more. "So she came over. The girls had already 
decided they were going to get in the pool, so they did, 
and it was just me and her sitting here talking." She 
scrubbed at her eyes with her hand. My heart was 
breaking just watching her. I can't STAND it when a girl 
I love is crying, it makes me want to go tear the world 
in half like a phone book, just so I can fix or undo 
whatever made her so sad.

"So she was sitting right where you are, and we were 
just talking, and hanging out, and we started talking 
about love. I asked her if she really liked you, you 
know, just kind of giving her the interview, even though 
I already KNOW she does. So she started talking about 
you, AND about love, and about us, this family, and how 
happy she is now. 

"I was watching her as she talked, and she just seemed 
to relax, and get all warm and cuddly." Karen pulled her 
leg up under her and wiped her eyes again. "She kinda 
cuddled up against me, and I cuddled up against her, and 
we got really comfortable. After she was done talking, 
we were both silent for a few moments, and she looked at 
me."

Karen looked me right in the eye. "Will, when she looked 
at me, I realized she wanted me to kiss her. It's 
impossible to explain, but when I looked in her eyes, I 
knew she was thinking about kissing me. I just FELT it, 
in my heart. I KNEW it. So I leaned towards her, and she 
leaned towards me, and we kissed. Lightly at first."

"Wow," I murmured. Amy put her arm around Liu Si.

"She didn't pull away, she didn't jump, she just leaned 
right in and kissed me, and her lips were SO soft." 
Karen said, blushing, but still weeping. "We kissed 
again, and again, harder this time, with tongue and 
everything, and it was really good. It felt like when I 
kiss you, the rest of the world vanishes, and it's just 
me and you and our mouths, kissing."

"Hot!" I heard Amy whisper.

"I grabbed the front of her sweater, and she put her 
hand on the back of my neck, with her fingers in my 
hair, and we both just went for it." Karen squeezed her 
legs together, writhing a little. "I was lost in it, 
just like when we kiss." Karen said, her eyes beseeching 
me.

"I believe you, and it's ok. I'm not upset at you or 
anything." I soothed.

"And then Amy breaks a glass in the kitchen, and just 
like the glass, our moment shattered too." Karen said.

"I'm sorry!" Amy said, about to cry herself, but Karen 
waved her hand. "It's not really YOUR fault, but coming 
back to the real world was startling. She jumped up and 
screamed a little. Will, she gave me such a look of 
horror, such shock and revulsion, it was like going from 
heaven straight to hell." Karen started crying again. 
"Her face! She looked SO upset and horrified!" I put my 
arms around her.

"I swear it felt like the right thing to do, like that's 
what she wanted. I swear!" Karen cried all over again. I 
held her and rocked her.

"I believe you." I said, holding her close.

"I screwed up bad, didn't I?" Karen whimpered.

"I don't know." I answered honestly. "If it was what she 
really wanted, kissing you, then I don't see how it 
could be ALL bad that you did. She wanted it too."

"When she jumped back, the look on her face. That's what 
hurts the most. Like I was something awful and 
disgusting." Karen said, heartbroken.

"Well, she took off in a hurry, but I don't think she 
was running from you." I said. "I would have to imagine 
that it's most likely herself that she's upset with. At 
least I would have to HOPE so. I think she'd blame 
herself before she blamed you." Honestly I had no idea, 
but I couldn't stand the idea of Karen blaming herself.

"What do we do?" Amy asked. Liu Si nodded, still 
clutching her hand.

"Well, I'm going to call her." I said, dreading it. 
"We've got to talk to her, and it's got to be now. The 
longer we wait, the worse this is going to get."

Karen let go of me and smoothed her hair. "I'm... I'm 
sorry." She mumbled, but I put my hand on her shoulder. 
"You did nothing wrong. Don't apologize." and I stood. 
The room was starting to get darker, as clouds no doubt 
occluded the sun. The air was starting to feel heavier 
as well, like someone was putting a giant lid on the 
world.

I picked up the cordless and called the Klemp house. No 
answer. I thought for a moment, and then dialed it on my 
new cell phone. In our area, cell phones tend to work 
poorly with Caller ID. Lola answered on the third ring. 
"Hello?" her voice was broken and distressed. "Lola, 
it's me. Its Will." She gasped and hung up.

I sighed. The girls all stared at me. "I'm going to have 
to do this in person, it seems."

Amy wrung her hands, hyper and upset. Karen sat with her 
head in her hands. Liu Si kicked her feet and looked 
scared. My stomach felt like it was doing back flips on 
broken glass.

"I'm gonna..." I ran my fingers through my hair, and 
tried again. "I'm gonna go out to the house and... try 
to talk to her."

"Should we go with you?" Amy asked, very quietly, as if 
dreading the answer. 

"No, I don't think more people is going to make this 
better." I said, and walked to the front door. "I'll..." 
I was REALLY dreading this visit. "I'll be back."

Completely forgetting about bad luck, I went out the 
front door. I didn't even think to drive, I just started 
walking, as if paying penance. The air was thick and 
humid. It felt like work to breathe, and even the birds 
weren't singing. This sucks, I thought. I had literally 
no idea what I would find at her house, or what I would 
say, or how I would deal with it.

I mean, granted, I had no plan figured out for telling 
her about all of this, and as far as I could figure out, 
telling her about all of this was the only way to 
illustrate that it was ok for her to kiss Karen. I was 
going to have to just open that particular door and hope 
that whatever came through it was ok. No elaborate 
discussions, no whispered secret revelations, just "HEY 
we're ALL fucking, welcome to the party." I couldn't 
think of any way to spin it. Either you accept it or you 
don't.

It seemed like no time at all until I was walking up the 
steps to her door. Why is it that things you want take 
forever, but things you dread run right up on you with 
spiked shoes?

I raised my hand, hesitated, and finally convinced 
myself to knock. Almost a full minute later, the 
curtains at the top of the door parted, and I saw Lola's 
pale, shocked face, before she snatched the curtains 
shut again. "Hello?" I called. Nothing. "I saw you 
already, I know you're here." That was supposed to be 
playful, but I was terrified so I have no idea how it 
sounded.

"I can't even tell you how sorry I am." Lola's voice 
came, muffled and broken. "Please don't hate me. Please 
oh please don't hate me."

"I don't hate you. None of us do. We need to talk." I 
said, loud enough to be heard through the door. "And I 
know it's going to be weird, but we need to talk."

"Ok." Lola sniffled. No movement.

"Can I talk to you, or do I have to say it at your 
kitchen door?" I asked, again, trying to sound teasing. 
My stomach hurt so bad.

Another full minute passed. I could hear rain begin to 
fall in the trees behind me, first a hiss, then little 
pops and paps, droplets falling through leaves. The air 
changed. Just when I was about to call out again, I 
heard the door locks opening. The door opened a crack, 
then a foot, then Lola peeked around it, terrified. Her 
eyes were red and puffy.

"I can't explain what happened. Not in any way that's 
not going to be horrible. I feel SO bad. My behavior was 
completely unacceptable. I have no excuses." She said, 
her voice pinched.

I held up my hands. "Look, I... don't think it's as bad 
as you think. Can I come in?"

"How is it not so bad? Are you just saying that to make 
me feel better? I just made out with a 14 year-old girl, 
my ward, my adopted daughter. I took advantage of a 
child! I betrayed her trust, yours, everybody's!" She 
started crying again. "I'm... I'm a horrible person! I'm 
a child molester!" She fell into a dining room chair and 
clutched her stomach as if she was going to be sick.

"I'm sure it's not like that." I knelt in front of her 
and tried to take her hands, but she wouldn't let me. 
She nodded, her eyes streaming.

"First, I'm attracted to you, and you're 17. Ok, you 
convince me that's not so bad. I tell myself it's ok. 
But then... THIS!" Lola pointed frantically at her 
mouth. "There's something WRONG with me! I just made out 
with a 14-year old girl, and I was ENJOYING it. I-I... 
You don't understand, it's impossible to describe!" She 
rocked back and forth, clutching herself. "Will, there's 
no excuse for what I did. There's no way to undo it. I 
don't know what I'm going to do."

"Calm down a little bit," I said, still terrified 
myself. Oh, this is bad.

She suddenly focused on me. "You shouldn't even be here 
trying to calm me down. You should be calling the 
police."

"NEVER!" I snapped, getting her attention. "Calm down 
for a minute!"

She wiped her eyes and stopped rocking. *Crap, now I 
actually have to do the talking.* I thought to myself.

"Forget about the police for a second. Let's back up." I 
sat, cross-legged, at her feet. "It's not so impossible 
to understand. Karen admitted to me a long time ago that 
she was starting to get a crush on you." Lola blushed 
sharply, still looking upset. "And you yourself have 
seemed to imply that there have been previous times in 
your life that you've kissed other females."

Lola cleared her throat uncomfortably and moved her 
feet. "I'm not proud of that. It was a million years 
ago, and I'm ashamed of it."

"What I'm trying to say is that it's perfectly 
understandable if you feel an attraction to Karen. She's 
gorgeous," I said.

"She's 14!" Lola growled, as if trying not to throw up.

"She's extremely mature, and physically very developed." 
I said. "ANYONE could forget her age when they're 
talking to her. What is age? A measure of maturity? 
Emotional development? Watch one episode of ANY reality 
show and you'll see a dozen people more childlike than 
her. She's amazing!"

Lola was getting more upset, it seemed. "That's not an 
excuse for what I did! I'm supposed to be in control of 
myself no matter what. You can't KNOW what it's like!"

There must have been something in my expression, my 
eyes.

"What?" Lola asked, her eyes narrowing. "What are you 
not telling me? Why are you here making excuses?"

I was silent, and could not meet her eyes.

"William," She said, "What's going ON?!"

"I need to tell you something, but first I want you to 
promise you won't get upset." I began lamely. Has that 
ever worked? 

"Are you KIDDING me?" Lola almost laughed, but she was 
still angry and crying. "I can't make that promise, and 
now you have to tell me."

I took a deep breath. It felt like I was freezing to 
death. "It's ok for you to kiss Karen, for you to like 
her, because she likes you too. She and I were both 
hoping that you would like her too, not just me."

"Why on earth?!" Lola said, her throat tight. "Both?" I 
looked at the floor.

"Karen and I are in love." I said, and Lola stopped 
breathing. "I've loved her my entire life, and it wasn't 
until we threw Jenni Timpanelli out that I confessed it 
to her. We've been lovers ever since."

Lola was stone silent. I continued. The words weren't 
coming out right, but I stumbled on quickly, just trying 
to get through it.

"Amy caught us making love, and we included her as well, 
and then Liu Si when she joined our family, although 
that took several steps. First it was her and Amy, then 
her and me." I cleared my throat.

"Even Liu Si?" Lola whispered, her voice pinched. "That 
little angel?"

"I didn't like hiding it from you, because we love you, 
but I didn't know to tell you, either. It just kinda 
happened." I finally looked up at Lola, to find her 
staring at me with such a look of shock and disgust that 
she looked like she was wearing a mask. Her face was 
contorted, her eyes streaming tears. I couldn't tell if 
she was more angry or grossed out. I flinched back.

"You've been MOLESTING those girls all this time?!?!" 
She drew in breath, and retched violently, as if she was 
going to vomit on me. I leaned back quickly, but didn't 
even think to scooch away.

"No, not molest!" I said, terrified. "We're in love-"

"FUCK YOU, NO YOU'RE NOT!" Lola screeched, and retched 
again hard, her whole torso seeming to fold up. I 
reached for her knee to try to comfort her, or 
something, but she recoiled and lashed out at me with 
her hand.

"Don't you TOUCH me, you piece of shit!" She slapped my 
face, hard, and after the impact, I felt a line of fire 
on my cheek, from my temple, down to about an inch away 
from my upper lip. One of Lola's nails had caught me.

She looked at her hand and went "Augh! Skin!" and 
flapped her hand quickly. I saw a long, thin strip of 
something fly off, like a tiny ribbon. *MY skin.* I 
thought clumsily.

"Get OUT of my house! Get out, get out GET OUT!" She 
screamed, her face contorted and red, snot running out 
of her nose, tears practically squirting out of her 
eyes. She clutched the chair with both hands, and I 
scuttled away on the tile floor, trying to get to my 
feet. I touched my cheek, but my hand didn't come away 
with blood.

"I'm calling the police!" She cried.

"NO!" I shouted, as she shook and sobbed. "You can't!"

"Why the fuck NOT, you filthy pedophile!" She wept, 
retching again.

"The girls will never go," I stammered.

"Fuck you, they won't have a choice," Lola snarled.

"We'll lose Liu Si forever," I tried.

"Better in a foster home that in YOUR clutches, you 
monster!" She shouted.

"That's not true! And she's NOT in ANYBODY'S clutches!" 
I cried. *Except maybe Amy's.*

"You'll destroy everything your mother worked for, 
keeping us together and safe." I said, and she lurched 
to her feet, fists clenched.

"THIS is SAFE? Keeping three girls in a house where you 
can get at them? IS that supposed to fucking CONVINCE 
ME?!" 

This was going to hell. I suddenly knew what I had to 
do. I had to fight back, and it would have to be dirty. 
"You're not innocent either," I said, trying to calm 
down.

"What?!" Lola wiped her eyes and glared daggers at me.

I put my hands down by my side. "If the police come, not 
only will you destroy our family, damn Liu Si to a life 
in foster homes, maybe even deportation, but we'll only 
tell them about you." I knew this was a bluff. None of 
the girls could pass a rape screening, all three of them 
had my DNA in them somewhere, probably. Amy blew me, the 
next day I fuck Karen and Liu Si licks me clean. But 
Lola didn't know that.

"What ABOUT me, you sick pervert?" She seemed a little 
defensive. Time to push it.

"I'll tell them how you've been kissing me, both here 
and in the hospital. You kissed Karen in our living 
room, and Amy is an eyewitness. You lied to police 
detectives about Liu Si, both in person and indirectly. 
You obstructed justice, made improper sexual advances on 
both a 17-year old male and a 14-year old girl, and you 
aided and abetted an illegal immigrant." 

It hurt me VERY badly to turn on her this way, but I had 
to convince her that the police had to stay out of it. 
I'll admit I wasn't thinking straight. I was in a full-
on panic, but I fought to seem icy calm. My cheek burned 
so bad.

She glared at me in shock as I finished. "You can't call 
the police because you're buried in it, neck deep. No 
one is innocent."

"They were, until YOU got to them." Lola pointed over my 
shoulder, back towards the house.

I tried to start again, but Lola interrupted me. "I 
tried to come out here to tell you that it was ok-" 
"NONE of this is OK!" she ground her palms into her 
eyes.

"I won't let you go back to that house," she decided. 
"I'll go get the girls and bring them here!"

"They won't go with you." I said flatly. "Besides, you 
just broke Karen's heart, kissing her and then running 
away."

Lola stomped her feet angrily, and then seemed to 
deflate, still crying. "I can't stand it. I can't help 
them, and I can't take another second of talking to you. 
Get out of my house."

She swept past me and yanked the kitchen door open, 
right as thunder boomed and the power went out. "Fuck." 
she spat. "Get out of my house this instant." Some pale 
rain light came in through the open door, but the rest 
of the house was in shadow.

"It doesn't have to be this way." I said lamely, but she 
took a shaky breath and made an ultimatum. "If I find 
out that you've touched any of those girls again, I'll 
kill you. I will kill you dead."

She clung to the door as if to stand, her head lowered, 
still weeping. I took a step towards her and reached my 
hand out, but she spoke in the darkness. "If you ever 
touch me again, you sick perverted piece of shit, I will 
never, ever forgive you. I hate you, forever."

I dropped my hand and took a step out onto the porch, as 
the door slammed behind me. I could hear her wail and 
cry, as if sliding down the door to sit on the floor. I 
stood dumbly and listened to her heartsick weeping and 
sobbing for a few seconds, then helplessly stumbled off 
the porch into the rain.

I don't know what was in the rainwater, but it made the 
cut on my cheek burn. Maybe it was my tears.

I can't account for the time that I walked back in the 
rain. I remember practically falling off of her back 
stoop after listening to her cry, listening to what I'd 
done, and then the next thing I remember I was standing 
on our front porch, trying to figure out how the 
doorknob worked. I was crying so hard I couldn't see, 
and it was like my brain was shut off. 

I stood there, trying to grip the knob and turn it, and 
I couldn't manage to do it. The time I must have spent 
walking back was lost, like there was a black hole in my 
brain. I was soaked to the skin, but I have no idea how 
I got home. I later found mud and grass on the butt of 
my pants, so I must have sat down at some point, out 
there in the field, but I can't tell you why.

The house was pitch black, of course our power was out 
too. I eventually got the door open and stumbled into 
the living room, where Amy and Karen were sitting in a 
little pool of candlelight, Karen hugging herself, Amy 
hugging Karen.

"How did it go?" Karen asked, her voice sounding like 
she was still crying. "What did she say?"

"It was very bad." I said, my voice a croak, right as 
Liu Si came downstairs with flashlights, and illuminated 
me where I stood. All three girls screamed out loud, and 
I just blinked stupidly in the light.

"YOUR FACE!!" Karen wailed, and jumped to her feet as if 
to run to me, then changed her mind and ran out of the 
room, heading for the hallway to the bathroom. I reached 
up and touched the cut on my cheek. Oh. NOW it was 
bleeding. All four fingertips came away covered in 
blood.

Amy and Liu Si just wailed and began crying, both of 
them mobbing me, almost knocking me over. I sat on the 
wooden bench by the coat track, and they each clung to 
one of my hands and cried hard.

Karen came running back in with our first aid kit, an 
old tackle box, and fumbled it in her hurry. It hit the 
floor and popped open, band-aids and cough drops going 
all over the floor. She was crying just as hard as the 
girls were, but soon they had found alcohol disinfecting 
wipes, neosporin, and bandaids.

The alcohol wipes hurt like a motherfucker, but it 
snapped me out of my daze. "Jeebus Cripes!" I gasped, as 
a sobbing Karen dabbed at the slash on my face. "I'm so 
sorry!" She cried, getting the neosporin. She carefully 
pasted it over the cut, while Amy and Liu Si opened 
about six band-aids.

I closed my eyes and let them work, my cheek feeling 
stiff and plastic-y. I tried to take deep breaths, but I 
was still crying, and I couldn't get my composure. "How 
did this happen?" Amy demanded, madder than sad, still 
crying.

"I told her about us," I said. "She went to slap me and 
got me with a fingernail."

"She HIT you?" Liu Si asked in shock.

"She didn't take the news well." I said, in a colossal 
understatement. "She wanted to call the police, but I 
think I talked her out of it." I didn't want to talk 
about this anymore. I wanted to go to bed and make this 
day start over. I wanted to undo all of it. But I could 
not.

"The police? B-but WHY?" Karen stammered, eyes wide, 
face pale. I looked her in the eyes and stated it as 
simply as I could.

"She thinks that I'm a pedophile, and that you are my 
victims, and I've been raping the three of you." I said, 
my voice breaking.

"No," Karen whispered, shaking her head. "NO!"

I nodded. "I told her that if she called the police, we 
would turn her in for everything. Kissing me, kissing 
you, lying to the detectives about Liu Si."

Amy clutched Liu Si possessively. "Nobody's taking her! 
NOBODY!" Liu Si clutched her back, giving me a fierce 
look.

"I know." I told them both. "I won't let it happen." I 
don't know how I would stop it, but I would at least 
kill the first few who tried. Fuck the world. I wasn't 
thinking straight.

"She seemed stymied by that, so she just threw me out 
and cried her heart out," I said. "This is pretty much 
worse than I ever imagined." I had no energy. Even 
sitting there talking to them, I was almost slurring my 
words, as if I were exhausted.

Karen climbed awkwardly to her feet and stumbled away, 
climbing the stairs weakly, sobbing so hard I thought 
she was going to fall down. Amy jumped up and ran after 
her. "Fuck Lola! We don't need her! Don't cry!"

Liu Si looked up at me. "What are we going to do?" She 
asked me quietly, big fat tears running down her cheeks 
and dripping off of her chin.

"I don't know, mei-mei," I said, rubbing the row of 
band-aids on my cheek. "I really don't know."

***
Chapter 13 - Aftermath/Ancient History/Drum Roll
***

The next few days were kind of a big grey blur that 
wouldn't end. The power stayed off for just over 24 
hours (one drawback of living way out in the boonies) so 
the house got humid and hot, even though it was still 
rainy and disgusting outside. Inside the house was dark, 
muggy, and too warm. 

Everybody kind of self-destructed. 

Karen locked herself in her room that night, and didn't 
come out until the next morning. 

I was sick to my stomach, and didn't feel like eating 
anything, so Amy and Liu Si just had cereal for supper. 
I just sat in the dark living room and thought about my 
sins. Amy tried to talk to me, snap me out of it, but I 
didn't feel like communicating with anyone. I'm ashamed 
to say it, but since she wouldn't leave me alone, at 
about 6:30 I went to bed myself. I don't think I slept.

Liu Si sort of went into a mild panic, afraid that at 
any moment Lola was going to call the police, and take 
her away. Plus, the power being out meant that our 
driveway alarm box wasn't working, so even if someone 
DID come down the driveway, we wouldn't hear them first. 
In order to help her calm down, Amy packed a backpack 
with some clothes, some bottles of water, and some PB&J 
sandwiches, and put it by the back door, just to 
convince Liu Si that if someone did come, she could go 
hide in the barn or the woods until they left. Not a 
very realistic plan, because it's not that simple, but 
having SOME kind of plan in place helped Liu Si calm 
down.

Amy just got helplessly angry. She was polite to us, 
even a little pushy, but you could see that she wanted 
to go do... something. Sitting around the house moping 
was driving her insane. She was a fidgeting ball of 
restless energy.

Sadly, sitting around the house moping was the only 
thing I felt like doing. I even forgot to bathe, that 
first day after Lola's house. I was just in this funk 
that I couldn't come out of.

The next morning (actually around 10:30) when I dragged 
myself out of bed and went downstairs, Karen was in the 
kitchen, burning a scrambled egg. "Are you ok?" I 
mumbled, and she seemed to snap awake. Her hair was 
pulled back in a scrunchie, but it looked un-brushed. 
She wore a baggy t-shirt and some shapeless sweat pants. 
"Sorry," She said, exhausted, "I was..." She looked at 
me over her shoulder with an expression I was unable to 
interpret, eyes red from crying, dark circles under her 
eyes. She shut off the pan, and left the room quickly.

Now what? I thought, and just sat at the kitchen island 
with my head in my hands.

Liu Si came in about five minutes later. Seeing me 
sitting, and the burnt eggs, she put her hand on my 
back. "Are you hungry?" She asked gently. "Would you 
like something?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't think I could eat 
anything. Thank you." I turned and put my arms around 
her, and she clung to me, hard. "I love you." She 
whispered.

"I... love you too, Hu Die." I choked, and kissed the 
top of her glossy black head.

Amy came stomping in as I was hugging Liu Si, and sat 
next to me quietly. I went to release Liu Si, but she 
still held tightly to me, so I continued hugging her. 
Eventually, she let go, and when I looked down, her eyes 
were damp. She remained pressed against me, looking up 
at me.

Amy spoke up, her voice quiet, but strained. "How's your 
face?"

"It stings." I said, honestly. Liu Si's lower lip came 
out.

"So what exactly happened?" Amy said, trying to be 
nonchalant and failing. "How did she end up hitting 
you?"

I shook my head, and softly stroked Liu Si's cheek with 
my thumb, not looking at Amy. "I... I don't want to talk 
about it."

"Well, you need to. We need to know what happened." Amy 
said firmly.

"Well, not right now." I said, starting to get 
irritated. Can't she leave me alone for two seconds?

"When, then?" Amy said, stepping forward, as if 
challenging me. I didn't feel like yelling at Amy right 
now, so I calmly released Liu Si and stood. 

"Where are you-?" Amy began, but I ignored her. I walked 
out of the house, onto the back porch. It was still 
raining, but I just headed out. I couldn't decide 
between the barn and the gazebo at first, because I 
needed shelter, but for some reason I chose the barn.

The barn was cool and gloomy, and smelled of bales of 
straw and hay that were about 50 years old. The loft is 
still full of it, but I think it's all mouse nests by 
now. I sat on a pile of elderly lumber and tried to calm 
down. It doesn't do any good to get mad at Amy, I told 
myself. I'm the one I'm mad at.

I'm the one who couldn't keep his feelings under 
control. I'm the one who failed to keep his hands to 
himself. I'm the one who should have tried harder, and 
been better. I'm the one who should feel ashamed. 
Basically every feeling of guilt and conscience that I'd 
been suppressing since I first realized I was attracted 
to Karen came back and hit me, with interest, of course.

I glanced around the barn, grey light coming in from 
open door and any crack or large holes in the siding. My 
gaze traveled across the lawn tractor (gonna need to mow 
the grass soon, I thought to myself) and finally I saw 
my axe, hanging neatly where it belonged.

Things used to be simpler, I told myself. I could just 
go out and chop down a tree, swing that axe until I was 
too tired to be angry, too sore to hurt inside any more.

But I don't think that'll work now. I rubbed my face 
with my hands, and tried to think.

I lost track of time, but when I finally came back to 
myself, the light looked different, and my foot was 
asleep. My neck and shoulder ached from the way I'd been 
sitting. Amy was right. I need to at least tell the 
girls what had happened. They deserved to know. I got to 
my feet and limped inside.

In the living room, Liu Si sat on the couch. I could 
tell by her eyes that she had been crying. Amy was 
pacing back and forth. Karen was nowhere to be seen.

"Look, I'm sorry I got in your face." Amy said, as soon 
as she saw me, but I waved her off. "It's fine. You were 
right, after all."

I sat on the couch, and Liu Si scooched closer. I could 
tell she wanted a hug, so I put my arm around her. She 
melted against me, silently. "I'm sorry I pushed you 
away." I said. "I didn't mean it."

She shook her head with a sniffle, but didn't say 
anything else. I felt like the world's worst human 
being.

"I want to know what happened at Lola's house." Amy said 
as calmly as she could, although she still seemed to 
fidget with pent-up energy.

I sighed. "Ok... I'll tell you."

"Let me go get Karen," Amy said, and headed for the 
stairs.

"Are you sure she wants to know?" I said, trying to turn 
my head to watch her while not jarring Liu Si.

"She's going to NEED to." She climbed the steps quickly, 
and in the utter silence of the powerless house, I could 
hear her knock on Karen's door.

Liu Si snuggled against me, gripping me tighter. "It's 
ok," I soothed her, stroking her hair.

She looked up at me, her beautiful eyes red. "Do you 
really think so?"

Unable to lie to her, I bit my lips as tears welled in 
my eyes. She nodded, and nestled against me again. "We 
will make it be ok. But maybe it will take a while." She 
said softly. I squeezed her.

I could hear Amy upstairs, talking to Karen's door. 
"Well, you NEED to. We all need to know what happened."

A pause.

"Yes you do," Amy said, not unkindly. "It will help with 
whatever else happens. C'mon."

A few seconds later, Amy came downstairs followed by a 
silent, puffy-faced Karen.

Amy paced back and forth in front of the fireplace, but 
Karen sat at the far end of the other couch, turned 
mostly away from me, not looking up. It was like she 
couldn't stand to be in the same room as me. My throat 
was dry, and I wished to god I knew what to say to her.

"So what happened? After you got there?" Amy asked.

Haltingly, I told them the entire story, and it seemed 
to affect each of them differently.

Karen just seemed to collapse. At the end of the 
retelling she was hunched over into her own lap, her 
face in her hands, crying silently, her shoulders 
shaking.

Liu Si was sniffling, but clinging to me as if she were 
drowning.

I was exhausted, emotionally and physically, just wrung 
out. My lack of sleep from the night previous was really 
starting to cash in.

But Amy... Amy just got more and more agitated, until it 
looked like someone had set her feet on fire. She paced, 
then almost skipped, then looked like she just wanted to 
run in circles. If Liu Si was full of fear, and Karen 
full of sorrow, Amy was full of rage. She had her teeth 
gritted, her fists clenched, and she was practically 
hopping back and forth, the way boxers do before a big 
fight.

"I... I can't stand it!" Amy growled. "Igottatakeawalk!" 
She spat, and took off for the kitchen. 

"It is still raining out there!" Liu Si called, worried.

"Maybe it'll cool me off!" Came Amy's angry response. I 
heard the kitchen doors slide and whack shut.

Still crying, still covering her face, Karen rose 
unsteadily to her feet and turned away to go upstairs. 
"Karen," I said gently, raising my hand to reach out to 
her. If anything, my voice made her leave the room 
faster, stumbling up the stairs, crying harder, audible 
sobs now. Her door slammed.

It felt like there was a wall between us. I felt so 
isolated from her, and she wouldn't even look at me. My 
heart was breaking.

I had almost forgotten Liu Si was still in my arm when 
she stirred. "Can we stay here, just like this?" She 
asked, her voice small. "It makes me feel better."

My broken heart warmed a tiny degree. Sometimes just 
knowing that you're needed can help. "Of course, mei-
mei." I said, exhausted. "But I might fall asleep."

"I love you," she said, and snuggled against me again.

There, on the couch, in the warm dark of our living 
room, I finally got some rest.

I awoke later, to find Liu Si still curled against me, 
asleep herself, her face relaxed, her brow untroubled. 
She looked so peaceful, I'll admit I was jealous.

A shadow moved in the front window, blurry behind the 
sheer white curtains. It looked like someone was sitting 
on the rocking glider on the front porch. I carefully 
freed myself from Liu Si's somnolent embrace, and walked 
quietly to the front door. Thunder rumbled somewhere far 
away as I opened the door.

Raining or not, it was still brighter outside, so I 
squinted as I opened the front door a crack, feeling the 
damp breeze, hearing the hiss of the rain as it poured 
down. I stuck my head out to see Amy, soaked to the 
skin, sitting on the glider, crying her eyes out. 

Ever since it happened, Amy had seemed more angry than 
sad, but this was just pure sadness, a hollow, heartsick 
weeping. I slipped out of the door and pulled it mostly 
shut behind me.

"Hey," I said gently, "Do you need some company?"

She nodded, reaching for me, both hands grasping at the 
air, and suddenly I had a flashback: Amy, three years 
old, with a skinned knee and a hole torn in her 
leggings, crying because she had fallen on concrete 
while running, crying because parts of the world were 
rough, and sharp, and had hurt her. 

"Weeyum!" She had bawled, too young to properly say my 
name. "I felled and hurted my kneeeeee!" She had held 
her hands up, clenching and unclenching, wordlessly 
begging for me to pick her up, and hold her, and make 
everything right again.

Right then I decided to stop moping. No matter what else 
happened, my girls still needed me to be there. I should 
stop being so selfish and do my job. BE the big brother.

I sat and scooped her into my lap, kissing the top of 
her head. "It'll be ok," I murmured.

"H-how do you know?" she asked, crying hard.

"Liu Si told me," I said, and Amy hiccupped a laugh.

"Why are people SO stupid?" Amy wept. I shook my head, 
not sure who she meant, deciding to just keep my mouth 
shut. I just sat and held her, until she was still.

She wiped her eyes. "I'm cold." The wind was damp, and 
her being soaked couldn't have helped. "Let's go 
inside," I said. "We'll make hot chocolate."

"In the middle of summer?" she chuckled, wiping her eyes 
again. "ok."

I let her down from my lap but still held her hand, and 
we went back inside. Liu Si now lay completely over on 
the couch, snoring. "She's so cute." Amy sighed, 
stopping by the couch.

"I'll make the hot chocolate, if you want to stay here 
for a while," I said softly.

Amy nodded and knelt beside Liu Si, just studying her 
face as she slept, serene and untroubled. Amy's 
expression was full of tenderness, and as she took a 
deep breath and let it out, a lot of her worries seemed 
to go with it. She looked up at me, and smiled, a 
little. "I'll be ok. We'll join you in the kitchen."

Thank goodness we have a gas stove, not electric, I 
thought as I lit a burner with the chicken matches we 
keep in the junk drawer. This would suck amazingly if we 
were sweaty and in the dark while hungry too. I put on 
water to boil, and got out mugs, spoons, hot cocoa mix, 
and sugar, because Amy can't drink regular hot cocoa 
mix, it has to be sweeter and more likely to make you 
hyperactive. I sat on the barstool at the kitchen island 
and thought about our situation.

No one in their right mind would have accepted our 
circumstances. I was having sex with three underage 
girls, when I would be expected to be the one looking 
out for them. Society wouldn't care if they seemed 
happy, what I was doing was still a crime that could put 
me away for a very long time.

 No amount of "but she liked it" would convince a judge 
not to send me to federal pound-you-in-the-ass prison. 
Lola's reaction was probably the only normal part of our 
conversation. Right at that moment, I couldn't even 
remember WHY I thought that telling her would be ok, 
that if she liked us, she'd be able to stomach the rest 
of it. What was I thinking?

Soon, the teapot was making gurgling hisses, pre-
whistle, so I turned it off and moved it to a front 
burner.

I could hear Amy talking to Liu Si, and then both of 
them walking across the living room for the hallway. A 
second later, I heard the bathroom door shut, and I 
realized that they had gone in there together. That's 
weird. How do girls go pee together? As a guy, the idea 
of having a pee buddy just seems really strange.

A few minutes later, they strolled into the kitchen, 
hand in hand, Amy wearing dry clothes, presumably 
snagged from the laundry room. "Hello." Liu Si smiled at 
me. I couldn't help but smile back, even though after 
thinking about prison, my guilt was back, big-time.

"I've got everything we need," I said, indicating the 
countertop with a sweep of my hand. 

"No, we need Karen," Amy said, hopping up onto a stool.

"Karen's avoiding me right now," I said, finally making 
eye contact with Amy.

"Karen's hiding," Amy corrected me, "She thinks this is 
all her fault."

"What?" I said, surprised. "Lola screamed at me, and 
attacked and threatened me. Karen's not the one who's in 
trouble."

Amy was already shaking her head. "You and Lola were 
chugging along beautifully until Karen kissed her. Now 
she attacked you and everything's gone to hell. Karen 
feels that SHE caused this nightmare."

"It's not her fault at all. If anyone is to blame, it's 
me. Me for telling Lola, me for being in this situation 
that led to telling her." I said, feeling sorry for 
myself.

"What the HELL is that supposed to mean?" Amy got down 
off her bar stool and took an angry step towards me, 
causing Liu Si to position herself between Amy and me. 
"Don't you tell me you're starting to believe it?!"

"W-what?" I stammered, confused by her outburst. Doesn't 
she understand that I'm the guilty one here?

"Don't act like you've done anything to be ashamed of! 
We haven't!" Amy said, her eyes imploring me. "If Lola 
can't understand our love, then that's too bad, but 
don't you dare accept her accusations!" Amy waved her 
arms. "She called you names, and that's awful, but don't 
you dare let yourself think that it's true, because 
that's even worse!"

I had no idea what to say. I just gaped at her. She 
clasped her hands in front of her, as if begging. "We 
love you, each and every single one of us love you. You 
didn't do anything wrong to love us back, because 
*that's* what we wanted. I know *I* did." Liu Si nodded 
firmly, in agreement. "Don't let her being prejudiced 
and judgmental make what we share seem wrong. We're not 
wrong, SHE is!" Tears had returned in Amy's eyes as she 
pointed angrily towards Lola's house.

"Amy, I love you, but no one else is ever going to see 
it that way." I said, heartbroken.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE!" Amy shouted at the 
top of her lungs. "I LOVE YOU, AND HER," pointing at Liu 
Si, "AND KAREN, AND I WOULD NEVER GIVE UP ON YOU!!"

Her voice broke, and she coughed. She continued, in a 
raspier tone. "I don't care what everyone else thinks, 
the only thing I care about is US. I would never let 
anyone make me feel ashamed for truly loving someone. 
Never! If you're regretting it, then you're wishing it 
never happened." She wiped her eyes. "Don't tell me 
you've given up on us that easily."

I hadn't thought of it like that. Amy was right. To 
accept the guilt was as good as wishing it hadn't 
happened. I shook my head, almost beginning to cry 
myself. "Never ever would I wish it away."

"Then don't let someone tell you it's wrong." Amy said, 
grabbing both myself and Liu Si in a big bear hug. Karen 
came running in, her face ashen. "What happened? Who is 
she yelling at?" She looked scared, and I motioned her 
over. Reluctantly, she came closer, her eyes downcast.

Amy and Liu Si stepped back to allow Karen to approach. 
She stopped just outside of arm's reach. "What's going 
on?" she said quietly, her face showing that she was 
nervous and uncomfortable.

"Amy was just explaining to me that it's not my fault 
that Lola flipped out and got upset," I said. Her 
expression became one of extreme guilt. "Oh. Yeah, I 
know." She mumbled, and tried to turn and walk out of 
the kitchen, but I lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. 
"It's not yours, either."

"Of course it is." She began crying.

"No," I said, not letting her leave. I reeled her into 
my arms, even though she resisted.

The second I got her close to me, she turned and clung 
to me, crying harder. I held her close until she could 
calm down a bit. "You did nothing wrong. Not. A. Thing," 
I murmured in her ear. She shook her head.

Amy and Liu Si pretty much just held hands and looked 
sad.

Karen calmed a little more. "I messed it up. Everything 
was good for you until I kissed her."

"You kissed her because that's what she wanted. She 
wanted it and you felt it." I said. "You told me that 
and I know it's the truth." 

Karen leaned against me, her face buried in my shoulder, 
not answering. "We've done nothing but try to give her 
what she wants. There's no reason to feel bad about 
that."

Karen sniffled, and I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for 
accidentally allowing you to think this was your fault. 
It wasn't, not any part of it. If I hadn't been so 
wrapped up in my own self-pity and guilt, I would have 
told you sooner." 

I hugged her close. "I'm sorry I let you down. I should 
have told you right from the start, but I was too dumb 
to understand." Amy silently grinned and gave me the 
thumb's up. Was she agreeing with my being dumb?

Karen thumped my shoulder. "Stop it. You're not dumb." 
She raised her head and wiped her eyes on my shirt.

"And you're not to blame." I said, pulling her back and 
looking her in the red puffy eyes. "No more guilty face. 
We tried to make someone happy, but they didn't want it. 
We still did the right thing by trying. No guilt here." 
I said. "Ok?"

She mumbled something unintelligible.

"Okaaaaaay?" I said, shaking her a little. At last, 
about an eighth of a smile. "Ok." she said. She wiped 
her hand across her forehead and tried to step back, but 
I didn't let go. "Okaaaaayyyy?" I said again, sillier, 
and she smiled more. "OK! You big goof."

"I'm sorry I let you cry so long. I should have talked 
to you sooner. Please forgive me." I said sincerely, and 
she shook her head. "It's alright. I know you were 
miserable too. I can't always expect you to be perfect 
and know exactly what we need." She said, and stepped 
back in for another hug. "I didn't exactly communicate 
what I was feeling either."

"Amy knew." I said. Karen looked at Amy, who nodded a 
little. Karen released me, and went over to hug Amy. 
Then she hugged Liu Si. "I love you guys." she said 
gently, and they both smiled.

"Who's hungry?" I said, rubbing my hands together. "I'll 
make grilled baloney and cheese." Liu Si jumped straight 
up in the air in delight. "I will fry the baloney part!" 
She cheered.

Karen turned. "I can cook. I didn't mean to leave you 
all hanging while I moped."

I held out my hand for hers. "I would love to cook for 
you. You sit and tell me when I do something wrong." I 
kissed the back of her hand, and she smiled a tired 
smile at me.

"That would be kinda nice, actually. I don't think I've 
gotten any sleep since you came home last night." She 
said, and climbed up on a bar stool. Amy was already in 
the fridge, getting out bagged salad. Liu Si crowded her 
in the fridge doorway and grabbed the bologna.

"I know what you mean. I didn't get any sleep either, 
until the lovely Liu Si made me stop and rest on the 
couch." I kissed the top of Liu Si's head and swatted 
her butt as she walked past, and she giggled. She set 
the bologna on the counter and started taking out slices 
and pulling the plastic strips off of the outside.

Karen rested her chin on her palm and watched us bustle 
about. I stole glances at her as I buttered bread for 
the grilled cheese portion, while Liu Si was using the 
skillet for the bologna. Karen looked very tired, but 
she also looked a lot more at peace, content. It looked 
like she was actually starting to heal a little.

I wasn't expecting us to get over Lola so quickly, of 
course, but the raw, harsh pain of it needed to be over 
with. We needed to move on, and think about other 
things. Like dinner.

"We're going to need more than a sandwich and a salad." 
Amy said, calculatingly.

"I can make egg drop soup." Liu Si offered, pushing some 
hissing bologna around in the pan.

"On a rainy, yucky day like today, that sounds really 
good."

After the bologna was done, I lit another burner and Liu 
Si started making soup. I took over the skillet and 
started assembling grilled cheese and fried bologna 
sandwiches

"We should probably eat the rest of the ice cream, you 
know, before it thaws." I said, innocently. Karen 
smiled. "Plus that chocolate syrup might go bad."

"I have an idea." Liu Si said, cracking an egg.

"Go for it." Amy said, done with the salads and starting 
to get fidgety.

"What would happen if you put peanut butter and jelly in 
a bowl with vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup?" She 
asked hopefully. We all paused.

"That might be... delicious?" Amy hazarded, while Karen 
and I thought it over.

"Could work." I said, looking at Karen, who nodded. 
"Let's go for it!"

(And we did. It's not bad. The peanut butter texture 
changes when it gets cold, but the flavors are solid.)

Supper was conducted in the dining room, by candlelight, 
both out of necessity, and wanting things to be nice. 
The soup was good, the sandwiches both crispy and gooey 
in the right places, and the ice cream at the end was 
perfect.

As we were nearly finished, the power kicked back on, 
but we shut off the lights and finished our meal in the 
flickering glow of the candles. 

"So what do we do about Lola?" Karen finally asked as we 
sat, satisfied, after dinner.

"I don't know." I said, the uneasiness returning. Amy 
put her head down and started kicking her feet.

"We still need her to be our guardian, don't we?" Karen 
asked, resting her chin on her hand.

"At least until November when I finally turn 18, but 
right now she wanted to take you girls away, or at least 
throw me out of the house. I don't know how she's going 
to be our guardian in this situation." I said. "Plus, we 
know she was doing some legal work for dad. This pretty 
much messes up everything." Liu Si reached over and took 
my hand.

"I had forgotten just how deeply she has become part of 
our lives." Karen sighed unhappily. "Not only is it like 
losing a girlfriend, it's like losing a best friend and 
a parent at the same time." She began to get misty, as 
if she were about to start crying again.

"We need to prepare ourselves for the possibility that 
she's lost for good." Amy said, her voice strained. We 
all looked at her. She glanced around furtively at all 
of us and then dropped her eyes again, staring at the 
floor. "That she's going to bail on us, and leave us." 
It was unspoken, but you could practically hear *just 
like Mom and Dad did* in Amy's statement.

"Do you think it's like that?" I asked. She gave half a 
shrug. "Well, she didn't take the news well, then when 
she said she wanted to take us away you pretty much told 
her that SHE'D be out, because we would never leave you, 
and that's true. So she's left with this situation that 
she can't "fix," because even if she called the police, 
it would destroy all of us, herself included. I'm not 
sure she's going to stay here and live with it."

"You mean..." Karen said, turning pale.

"I think, if she can't reconcile herself with the 
reality of our situation," Amy said, surprising me, 
because I think this is the first time I ever heard her 
say 'reconcile,' "then she's probably going to try to 
get as far away from here as she can. Other than us, she 
had no life, no friends, she doesn't even have the cats 
anymore. Other than us, there's nothing for her here, 
just bad memories."

Amy has this way of being able to reach out into thin 
air and pull out answers that make perfect sense. As she 
spoke, I realized how right she was. I couldn't imagine 
Lola sticking around after all of this if she was that 
upset, especially as alone as she was. I felt sick. Not 
just because we were still in trouble, but because I 
knew she was lonely, and this must have hurt her very, 
very badly. For her, this must have felt like everything 
left in her life was breaking apart. I reached up and 
touched the band-aid on my face. For her, this must be 
pure hell.

I still cared for Lola, very much. Her getting angry at 
me and accidentally slashing my face did not change the 
fact that I felt something for her, it just made it much 
more difficult to think about her. I knew her 
enlightenment regarding our situation was going to be 
rough, but I still wanted her to be happy in life, and I 
had hoped to be the one helping her BE happy. But that 
looked so much further away now. Maybe gone forever.

"What if we went out and talked to her?" Liu Si asked, 
but Amy shook her head. "I-I don't think that will 
help," she said, her face downcast. She said it with 
such finality, such conviction, that we all accepted it, 
and nobody thought to ask why she was so sure.

Karen sighed and rubbed her face, trying not to cry. "I 
miss her." she said. "A dozen times a day I think about 
her, or something I want to tell her, and she's not 
there. It's like someone tore a hole in the universe."

I knew how she felt, but maybe not as much. Karen and 
Lola had become almost inseparable since the hospital, 
talking on the phone, going places, total BFFs. This had 
to hurt Karen even worse than me. 

Amy got up and went over and put her arms around Karen. 
Karen hugged her right back, and they stayed that way 
for a few moments. "We're gonna make it, no matter 
what." Amy said emphatically, and Karen wiped her nose. 
"I know."

The phone rang, and I got up to answer it. Our local 
(failing) newspaper has a nasty habit of calling people 
at dinner, asking them to buy the paper, even though 
three times in the last year they've misspelled their 
own front page headline. "County Plans Destcurtion of 
Steel Bridge," "April Showers Bring May Fowers," and 
"Seniors Look For Jabs." I answered the phone, the 
phrase "Take us off the goddamn list" hovering on my 
lips.

"Humbert residence," I said. There was a silence. I 
waited patiently. Sometimes telemarketing computers are 
slow.

"Um." a hoarse voice came, and I heard someone blow 
their nose. "So did your guy's power come back on?"

I took the cordless away from my ear to glance at the 
caller ID, trying to figure out who this was. I couldn't 
place the voice at all. The caller ID was busy telling 
me how long the call had been so far (0.11) and wasn't 
displaying the number. "Yes?" I said.

"May I-", throat clearing, "may I speak to Amy, please?" 
I suddenly recognized Lola's voice, and my spine went 
cold. I glanced at Amy, and as if reading my mind, she 
jumped to her feet. "Is it... her?" Amy's face was hard 
and unreadable.

I nodded. Karen and Liu Si both looked at me 
apprehensively as Amy calmly walked over. "I'm willing 
to talk to her." She said calmly, as if granting a boon. 
She held out her hand, and reluctantly, I put the 
cordless phone into it.

Amy put the phone to her ear and walked into the 
kitchen. I returned to my seat in the dining room as 
Karen and Liu Si began asking questions.

Liu Si: "Did she sound ok?"

Karen: "Why would she call here for Amy?"

Liu Si: "Was she mad?"

Karen: "What did she say she wanted?"

I held up my hands. "No, I don't know, more like VERY 
uncomfortable, and she didn't say." I responded, in 
order. I patted the air. "If we hush and listen, we 
might find something out."

Amy had walked into the kitchen, but we sat silently and 
could barely make out her voice. Her side of the 
conversation went like this. "Yes. No, never. 
Completely. Yes. That's hard to say, I can only speak 
for myself. No. Yes. Yes. I might. She probably would, 
but have you... OK. Do you promise? Ok, I'll ask her."

Karen rolled her eyes in exasperation. We weren't 
learning anything from our eavesdropping. Amy walked 
back in with her hand over the phone. "Hu Die, Lola has 
asked if she may speak with you." She said carefully, 
her face stoic.

Liu Si panicked momentarily. "What?! What do I... I do 
not know what to say to her!"

Amy held out her hand to Liu Si. "She says she just 
wants to ask you some questions. She's not going to yell 
at you, and she's promised me she won't call the 
police."

Liu Si still looked scared. "What am I supposed to say?"

Amy shrugged. "Tell her the truth. She's going to ask 
you about living here, and what has happened. Try to 
pretend that she's not a threat to you any more, that 
she just wants to understand. She figures you will be 
the most impartial, being the newest member of the 
family."

Karen frowned. "As if we would lie?" Amy shook her head. 
"She kinda thinks we're all nuts right now, so she 
thinks Liu Si is the most sane."

"Is that better?" Karen asked me. I shrugged. I wasn't 
sure how to interpret this. 

"If she wants to know more, maybe she's thinking it 
over." I said. "Maybe it's good?"

Liu Si took the phone hesitantly and after a moment's 
reflection, left the room, going out through the kitchen 
and onto the patio, shutting the door behind her. She 
must not want us listening in on her part of the call, I 
thought with a wry smile.

Amy sat at her place at the table, and just stared at 
her plate, her mind obviously going a million miles an 
hour.

"So?" Karen begged. "What did she want?"

Amy opened her mouth and then shut it again. She gave a 
little huff and then tried again. "I'm not sure. She was 
asking me about William, and other stuff, as if she's 
trying to figure it out. I just can't tell if she's 
figuring it all out so she can put a stop to it, or 
convince herself it's ok."

I cocked my eyebrows, and Karen looked similarly 
puzzled. "So you think she might actually be trying to 
rationalize it? That's great!" Karen blurted.

"I can't tell. She asked me like nine questions, really 
fast, and they went all directions. I honestly have no 
idea what she's thinking." Amy said, looking at us. "She 
asked me about you, Will, and about you and Karen, and 
about me and Hu Die, are we in love, are we being hurt, 
do we know what to do if we ARE being hurt, do we want 
to be given somewhere else to live, stuff like that."

Karen covered her mouth. "She still wants to take us 
away?!"

Amy waved her hands a little. "Well, no, not like she 
was going to, it felt more like she was covering the 
bases, making sure we weren't victims. It's hard to 
explain, but it seemed like she was just trying to ask 
us the dangerous emergency questions first, just in 
case, to get it out of the way."

"When she and I spoke, she was convinced I was a rapist 
and a monster." I said, exhausted. Karen reached over 
and took my hand.

"She felt guilty about being our guardian while this was 
going on. I think she felt that she was to blame, had 
this been that kind of situation." Amy said, patting her 
hand on the tabletop. "I hope we've convinced her that 
it's not rape, and that we're happy." She leaned over 
and looked towards the kitchen, but Liu Si was still on 
the patio, there was nothing to see. "I wish I knew what 
she was asking Liu Si."

Karen kneaded my hand. I looked at her. "We're going to 
stick together, no matter what." I said firmly.

She nodded, her eyes wet. "I know, it's just... this 
sucks." She wiped her eyes. "I've already gone through 
the whole gamut of "What the hell was I thinking?" 
stuff, blaming myself for kissing her, wondering what on 
earth I thought I was doing. I've put us in this 
situation, just because I was attracted to her."

"Stop that, I told you-" I began, but she waved her hand 
and cut me off.

"I MEAN that I let my lust do my thinking, and I 
shouldn't have. Right now I've totally given up on the 
idea of me and her, just if we could go back to before." 
She said sadly, and my heart went out to her.

"You're still blaming yourself." Amy said flatly. 
"You're not the one who's wrong, she is. Knock it off. 
You feeling guilty isn't doing anyone any good, most of 
all you. Relax."

Karen sighed, but didn't seem convinced. We heard the 
patio doors open, and shut. Moments later, Liu Si 
returned. Instantly, she was met with a barrage of 
questions, but she just shut her eyes and waved her 
hands crazily.

She sat and set the phone down on the tabletop. 
"Everyone cannot talk at the same time." She said. Amy 
went first.

"What did she ask you?" She asked quickly. Liu Si 
answered calmly. "She asked me about what it is like to 
live here. If we were being hurt, or if I ever felt bad 
or dirty. I told her that I have never been this happy 
before. Then she wanted to know what happened between 
all of us, in much..." she gestured upwards with her 
hands, "specific?" She asked, and Amy said "You mean in 
great detail, like she wanted to know every little 
thing?" Liu Si nodded.

"I did my best. I told her about us," Liu Si gestured to 
Amy, "and about us as well," here she blushed at me, 
"And I was glad it was over the phone. If I had to tell 
her in person, I think I would have been too shy." Amy 
reached over and patted her hand.

"How did she take it?" I asked, and Liu Si looked at me 
quizzically. "Take... it?" she asked.

"How did she seem to respond when you told her? Did she 
get angry, or sad, or what?" Karen asked, her face pale.

"Well," Liu Si said carefully, "at first she sounded a 
little bit upset, like sad and nervous, maybe a little 
angry? But then she seemed to calm down and was very 
curious. She was trying to ask me questions about my 
sexual activities here without using any sexual words? 
It was a little bit funny." She blushed again. "I tried 
very hard to tell her how happy I am, and that we all 
are. No one is being hurt."

I sat and tried to figure this out. Curiosity is better 
than rage, but who's to say that Liu Si was accurately 
interpreting Lola's tone of voice over the phone. I had 
to accept this as positive news, though. The fact that 
she wanted to know more is better than if she had 
completely shut herself out, right?

"Did she say anything about us? or what she was going to 
do next?" Karen said, her face pale.

Liu Si shook her head. Karen slumped a little, and put 
her chin in her hand. I reached over for her hand, and 
when she gave it to me, I gave it a squeeze. "Not your 
fault." I reminded her gently but firmly. Karen rolled 
her eyes sheepishly.

"I guess now we just wait," I said helplessly.

"Maybe if *I* tried to go talk to her." Karen said, 
obviously dreading it, but Liu Si shook her head. "I 
asked her if she wanted to speak to you next, but she 
said she was sorry, but not right now."

Karen looked at her with a heartbroken look, and put her 
head down on the table. Liu Si jumped up and ran over to 
hug Karen. "Jie-jie, she said not right now, she did not 
say never. Do not give up hope!" She clutched Karen, 
resting her head on Karen's shoulder.

Amy was still thinking deep thoughts. "I think Will is 
right. Being patient is a good idea. We could get 
ourselves all worked up and still have jumped to the 
wrong conclusion. And Karen, no matter what happens, it 
isn't your fault. This is all Lola."

Amy spoke with conviction, and finality, and it worked. 
After a moment, Karen sat up and wiped her eyes. Liu Si 
kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, Jie-jie." Karen 
blushed and smiled crookedly. "I love you too, mei-mei."

And that was dinner. We moved into the living room where 
everybody kind of cuddled up on the big couch while we 
watched TV. Karen snuggled on my right side, Amy lay 
with her feet in my lap and her head in Liu Si's, and we 
just rested quietly. I alternated between squeezing 
Karen and giving her little kisses on top of her head, 
and rubbing Amy's feet with my left hand. Liu Si idly 
brushed Amy's hair with her fingers, happily playing, 
while Amy just soaked it all up. 

My thoughts kept returning to Lola. When we get hurt or 
upset, we've got each other to distract us, or to lean 
on, but Lola probably hadn't been this profoundly alone 
since the divorce. I prayed that she was going to be ok. 
Beyond even if she was still mad at me, I wanted her to 
be ok.

We went to bed that night, emotionally and physically 
exhausted. I shared a long kiss with Karen, her lips so 
soft and tender, and she gave me a warm smile 
afterwards. My heart soared. I hadn't seen her smile 
since yesterday morning, and I had missed it. Amy and 
Liu Si likewise gave me kisses, then strolled off to 
their room, hand in hand. I started feeling good again. 
It had been a while. I went to bed and slept like a log.

The next day dawned bright and clear, and it was obvious 
from early on that it was going to be a scorcher. I got 
up early and rolled out the riding mower before it got 
too hot. I mowed our yard, cut back the front field at 
the mower's highest setting, and paused. Normally at 
this point I would do Mrs. Klemp's yard, but now I was 
unsure. It hadn't been cut for a month, what with my leg 
and all, and it needed some care. It was around 11:30, 
and the sun was really starting to bake, but I decided 
to go for it.

Our yard had been carved out of old farmland by 
professional landscapers back when Dad first bought the 
house, so it was designed for a riding mower; no sharp 
corners, no obstacles like birdbaths or lampposts that 
would require weedwacking around, mulch where a riding 
mower would not fit, like under trees and along the 
edges of the house.

The Klemp homestead was the opposite. Clothesline poles, 
more than one birdbath, a back sidewalk that had shifted 
so that none of the slabs laid flat, the place was a 
nightmare for a riding mower. I could do about half of 
it from the rider, but a weedwacker and a little push 
mower were inevitable. I got to it, ignoring the house, 
concentrating on keeping my eyes down and cutting the 
grass. I discovered big ruts in the yard from where I 
had run the mustang into the grass on the day Kai Long 
came to visit. (These I filled with grass clippings, 
both to make them green instead of dirt tan, and in the 
hopes that grass would start growing again.)

I trundled out the push mower and got all the corners, 
then the weedwacker for the final edges, and I was 
exhausted. I was hot, tired, (I suspected mildly 
sunburnt), I was covered in grass clippings, and I had 
sweated off my band-aid, which made the cut on my cheek 
burn fiercely. I stumbled over to the hose faucet and 
turned it on to spray myself off a little, and I heard a 
screech from the house. I quickly turned it off and 
looked up in surprise. Lola's face, shampoo in her hair, 
appeared briefly at the upstairs window, gave me a 
shocked look, and vanished again. Crap. I'm sure that 
didn't help.

I quickly put away the weedwacker and the push mower, 
and was on my way back to the riding mower to make my 
escape when the kitchen door opened. At first it only 
opened a few inches, so I pretended I hadn't seen, but 
then it opened further and Lola stuck her head out.

"William, um, Will... could you wait a moment?" She 
called, her voice tense. She was wearing a faded pink 
terrycloth bathrobe, and her hair was wet.

Nervously, I stopped walking and turned slowly. The day 
before yesterday was still extremely fresh in my mind. 
(The cut on my face was freshly hurting as well.)

I was about thirty feet from the house, the garage was 
about fifty feet to my left, and I realized I was 
calculating distances to cover, as if she were going to 
start shooting at me. I forced myself to calm down. I 
was polite, but wary. I chose not to speak, letting the 
fact that I had stopped be my answer.

Lola actually came out of the house barefoot, and took a 
few steps towards me, on the freshly-cut grass. "I-I 
needed to talk to you," she said, her voice tight. She 
looked terrible. Bags and dark circles sharing the space 
under her red eyes, she looked as if she hadn't slept a 
wink since she threw me out.

I had no idea what was going on here. I kept my face 
blank and my voice level. "I thought I was the last 
person you'd ever want to talk to."

She covered her mouth and a tear leaked out of her eye, 
but when she dropped her hand, she was all business 
again, even though her voice was thick. "We need to 
talk. There are some things that need to be said."

I shrugged, momentarily tilting my head but not breaking 
eye contact. Lola's face dropped, and she cleared her 
throat. "Please. I haven't slept in two days. I have to 
talk to you." She took another step towards me. I fought 
the urge to take a step back.

"Now?" I asked, a little pointedly. She was wearing a 
bathrobe outside, I was wearing my lousiest t-shirt and 
shorts. It didn't seem like the right moment.

"Um," She seemed to realize this as well. "Could you 
come back in about 45 minutes?"

I was nervous. The last time she and I had spoken, she 
had attacked me, threatened to "kill me dead," 
threatened me with prison and my sisters with foster 
"care." Did I feel like coming back to her house? No. 
Not yet.

"Could we do this at our house instead?" I asked flatly, 
throwing my thumb back over my shoulder.

Lola flushed and looked very uncomfortable. She pulled 
the robe tighter around herself. "I-I needed to talk to 
you, just you," she said, startling as a big truck drove 
by the front of the house. "Please?"

Sincerity was the only emotion I was seeing here. Sad or 
mad, she really meant it. I nodded carefully. "Thank 
you!" She said, visibly relieved. She went to turn, but 
stopped herself. "I also wanted to tell you that I 
didn't mean to cut your face. It was an accident."

That didn't sound like Sorry, so I merely responded to 
the information I had been given. "I know." I said, 
meeting her gaze. She bit her lip and nodded.

"I'll see you in 45 minutes, then?" She asked, her voice 
cracking. I nodded again. She turned and picked her way 
back to the house. I got on the mower and got the hell 
out of there.
My stomach felt like it was full of hornets.

When I got back to the house, I parked the mower and 
strode into the kitchen. "Lola has contacted me for a 
conversation!" I called out. Everybody in the house 
headed for the living room.

"What did she say?" Karen asked, trotting carefully (and 
bouncily) down the stairs.

"Not much," I said, "Other than that she hadn't meant to 
cut my face."

"Where is your bandage?" Liu Si clucked, her pretty brow 
furrowed.

"I sweated it off," I admitted, and she scampered off 
for the first aid kit.

"So she apologized?" Amy said brightly, but I shook my 
head. "Not really. She said she hadn't meant to do it, 
not that she was sorry she had." Amy flopped down on the 
couch in disappointment.

"When is it?" Karen asked, twisting her fingers 
nervously.

"I have about 40 minutes, so I need to go take a 
shower." Liu Si was coming back in with the tackle box. 
"I have to take a shower, would you doctor me up when I 
get out?" I asked her, and she nodded firmly.

"You want company in the shower? Like inspiration?" Amy 
asked, kicking her foot off the arm of the couch.

Get in a shower with a naked soapy girl before I go face 
the judge for pedophilia? "No thanks." I said. "Not this 
time." Amy stuck her lower lip out.

"Is there any way we can help?" Karen asked, clearly as 
nervous as I was. I put my arms around her. "Just be 
here for me. Just be wonderful, and beautiful, and 
loving."

Even though I was all sweaty, and still a little damp 
from the hose, she hugged me back, hard. "I'll pick out 
something nice for you to wear," she said. "You go get 
showered."

I headed upstairs, stripped off my sweaty, grassy work 
clothes and got in the shower, standing under the hot 
spray, trying to un-knot the muscles in my neck, hoping 
my stomach would settle down.

I decided to shave as well. I guess in my mind I was 
treating this meeting as a job interview, or as a police 
interrogation, and I wanted to present the most positive 
image I could. I washed my hair and my various nooks and 
crannies, and got out of the shower.

Shaving in front of the mirror gave me my first chance 
to get a really, really good look at the scratch on my 
face. It wasn't very deep, but it was wide in a way that 
implied that her fingernail had just shaved off several 
layers of skin on the way across my face. I remembered 
the thin, ribbon-like object that she had disgustedly 
flicked off into the kitchen. I shuddered. Shaving VERY 
carefully underneath it, I decided to skip aftershave 
lotion today.

How was I going to this meeting? I mean I had already 
decided to drive out, but what kind of mindset should I 
be in? Not apologetic, not afraid, not begging, those 
were for damn sure. I looked at myself in the mirror. 
For a moment I didn't recognize the face I saw.

Our last interaction had gone so badly that I expected 
this one to be, if not more of the same, then at least 
more in that same vein. It felt like I was chained to a 
sinking ship, the feeling of doom that hung over me.

I recognized my reflection. Stone-faced. Wary and alert. 
Defensive and alone. The old Will, the one who went to 
public school and protected his sisters all the goddamn 
time. He used to look like this. I reminded myself that 
things were different now. I had a lot to be happy 
about. No more unfocused, pointless angst, I had three 
people in my life who loved me and needed me just as 
much as I loved and needed them. Life, for the most 
part, was beautiful.

Taking a deep breath, I wrapped a towel around my waist 
and went into my room, to find all three girls.

Karen had laid out a pair of knee-length khaki shorts, 
and a collarless knit polo shirt, dark green. It looked 
nice. She sat on the bed next to it, giving me a kind 
smile when I came in. "Got your outfit." She said. My 
heart warmed considerably. Karen is the light of my 
life.

Liu Si was standing with her feet apart, both hands 
holding the handle of our first aid kit, dangling it in 
front of her thighs as if it were a really ugly purse. 
"I shall fix your face when you are ready." She pouted. 
(Liu Si has the hottest pout I think I have ever seen.)

Amy stood next to Liu Si, holding a glass of pink 
lemonade. Just as I thought she had brought it upstairs 
for me, she took a drink of it. "I came upstairs to 
watch you get dressed." She leered after swallowing. I 
had to chuckle. Amy will never change. I love her so 
much.

I went and got underwear, and I'll admit, made a show of 
dropping the towel to put my boxer briefs on. Amy 
whooped and cheered.

I got dressed, and then Liu Si buzzed around my face 
like my own personal pit crew. All the while, the four 
of us talked.

"Don't let her hit you again," Amy instructed. "I will 
do my best to avoid that," I said dryly.

"Hold still," Liu Si said. "Yes, doctor," I said, making 
kissy lips at her, and she blushed.

"Just... be careful," Karen begged. "Please calm her 
down."

"I'll bring her back if I can. I haven't given up on 
her. She needs... something in her life," I said gently.

"She needs US," Amy piped up, sitting on my rug, 
drinking her lemonade.

Liu Si was trying to get me to hold my face just so, and 
she was making those faces people make when they are 
trying to feed babies. You know, mouth open, head tilted 
funny ways. I did my best to oblige.

"Don't be scared, but don't be mean, either." Amy said. 
"Give her a chance to talk. You never know what she 
might say." She finished almost in a mumble.

Karen gave me a tired smile. "No matter what, we love 
you." Liu si nodded enthusiastically.

Soon, I was bandaged, and the moment had come. We all 
went down to the kitchen, where I said my goodbyes.

"I'll be back, I don't know how long," I said, my 
stomach roiling with tension.

"We'll be here," Karen said, unnecessarily. She looked 
about as nervous as me.

"You'll be ok. Just be strong," Amy advised. Liu Si 
silently clung to me for almost a full minute, before 
letting me go and stepping back.

I walked out onto the patio and headed for the Mustang. 
The air was warm and humid, and even though it was early 
afternoon, it felt like much later. Some new clouds had 
blown in, and although it wasn't raining, the resulting 
sunlight came from way far over, and looked weird.

I got in and turned the car around. The radio was on a 
commercial, so I shut it off. I felt like I was heading 
for something awful, like an execution. Even though I no 
longer felt guilty about what we had done, I still knew 
the danger it represented if anyone else ever found out.

I glanced at the driveway alarm box as I drove past it, 
knowing that in the living room, my girls were listening 
to it go bing, and I felt connected to them momentarily. 
I can do this. I'm going to be ok.

Checking for traffic, I zipped around Lola's house and 
parked next to her convertible. Piled up outside the 
kitchen door was a big pile of cardboard boxes. That's 
odd, I thought to myself, those weren't here earlier. 
The jumbled cardboard had fallen over into the yard a 
little.

I walked up the walk and the door was opened before I 
could knock. "Thank you for coming," Lola said, looking 
very emotionally uncomfortable. Her eyes were red, and 
it looked like she had applied a little makeup to try to 
cover the dark circles under her eyes. She was wearing a 
baggy cream-colored long sleeve turtleneck sweater that 
went halfway to her knees. Dark leggings and sneakers 
completed her outfit. Not exactly business, but not 
exactly casual, either.

I nodded silently, not trusting myself to speak. "Um, 
would you come in, please? We can sit in the living 
room." She said, and I stepped inside. She smelled nice.

She shut the door, and took a deep breath as I followed 
her into the living room, dim light filtering through 
the curtains. I could see clearly, but there was a faint 
gloom in the house.

The living room was a mess. Mrs. Klemp had always run a 
tight ship (other than cats and the smell) but there 
were little piles of stuff everywhere. It looked like 
the two bookcases had been emptied, but the books were 
just haphazardly stacked in the two chairs. Only the 
couch was free of detritus.

"What's going on in here?" I asked, nervously trying to 
fill the awkward silence with noise. Lola looked back at 
me and shook her head, an embarrassed look on her face 
for an instant. "We can sit here," She gestured towards 
the couch. I sat, and after taking a deep breath, she 
sat as well, not too far away, angled towards me, our 
knees almost touching. Then again, it WAS a small couch.

"Thank you for coming back. I know last time was 
terrible, and I know this probably wasn't easy. How is 
your face?" She looked at me, and I could see the pain 
in her eyes. Still not knowing where the hell this was 
going, I kept my answer brief. "It'll heal."

Another deep breath, and she spoke again, almost as if 
from a prepared script. "I wanted to apologize for 
slashing at you. I was reacting in a panic, and it was 
an accident. If I could take it back, I would." She 
bowed her head, and I spoke again. "Forget about it."

When she looked up at me again, there were tears in her 
eyes. "Do you have any idea what kind of position you 
put me in?" I shrugged weakly. "I didn't mean for it all 
to happen this way." I offered, uncomfortably.

"But it did," she sniffled. "All those times we talked, 
when I opened up my heart to you, and you were so strong 
and perfect, what the hell was all of that? Where is 
that young man?"

"I never lied to you," I said softly. "Everything I said 
to you was true. Every feeling I shared with you was 
truly for you."

"You say you didn't lie, but you sure left a lot out!" 
Lola said, starting to cry. "Why? Why did you continue 
to flirt with me, and let me get my hopes up?"

"Because I still cared about you. I still liked you, and 
you seemed so lonely, I wanted to make you happy. Karen, 
too. Karen has a major crush on you, and she wanted to 
reach out to you as well. We never intended to hurt 
you." I said earnestly. "We were sincere in all of our 
conversations and attention. We wanted to invite you to 
join us."

"And THAT too!" Lola wept. "You're already having SEX 
with three girls, two of them your blood kin, and all of 
them underage. What on earth was that?!" She wiped her 
eyes with the heels of her hands. "I can't even TELL you 
how painful and horrible that was to learn."

"I'm sorry." I said, and reached for her hand, which she 
gave me. I was silently thrilled. Last time she told me 
she would never forgive me if I touched her again. Now, 
I reach for her, and she reaches back. I kept my focus. 
"You WERE the first woman I ever kissed, and the first 
person to reach out to me that way. You're so very 
special to me, to all of us."

"How did you go from kissing me, to having sex with ALL 
of them?" She asked, maybe starting to calm down a 
little, at least not crying so hard. "How did I miss 
that?"

So I told her, my friends, I told her everything from 
when she had kissed me, to when I had come home to find 
her running away from kissing Karen. I told her about 
throwing Jenni out, and about how Karen and I confessed 
our love for each other the next night. I told her about 
Amy's total and utter breakdown, and about welcoming her 
into our loving embraces. 

I told her about Amy and Liu Si, and about Liu Si's 
sincere and heartfelt request for me to love her as much 
as I loved Karen and Amy. I didn't enumerate every 
blowjob, or each and every orgasm, but I gave her a 
sense of how much we really did love each other.

But especially, as I told her about us, I included her 
as well. I talked about the night we both got backrubs 
on the living room floor, about how I couldn't take my 
eyes off of her. I told her about the hot tub sessions, 
about how just the touch of her skin thrilled me. 

I mentioned the clothes she wore each time we met, so 
she would realize just how much attention I was paying, 
and she would know that I was focused on her. I told her 
about how she made me feel, each time we met, about how 
much I enjoyed just talking with her about stuff. I told 
her about how in the hospital, I wanted nothing more 
than to cuddle up with her and go to sleep, I felt so 
comfortable and content.

Her eyes had dried, and she had actually began to blush, 
as I talked about how cool and strong she was through 
the whole Kai Long incident, and about how Family Date 
Night made all of us so happy. I told her about how 
putting Jenni in her place had just blown me away. She 
wasn't smiling, but she wasn't crying either. She just 
looked uncomfortable.

As for me, I told her the whole story without pleading, 
without excuses, just a recitation of the facts. I was 
desperately trying to sell her on the idea that this was 
all OK, but trying to do so without emotion. If I had 
cried and begged, I think it would have sent the signal 
that it wasn't OK, that I was just trying to justify 
myself to her, as if our situation needed justification. 
Instead, I presented it calmly, as fact. Here's the 
truth. Take it or leave it.

When I got to the end, about coming home and finding her 
running away, after kissing Karen, she looked so 
embarrassed I thought she was going to die.

"You say you were struggling with finding a way of 
telling me, well that night I was struggling with my own 
demons." She admitted, her voice thick.

"How so?" I said, my throat dry from all the talking. I 
had literally poured out the story of the last few 
months in about a half hour.

"Right as I JUST get myself reconciled to the fact that 
I'm falling in love with a 17-year-old young man-" love, 
she said love! I thought, but kept my face impassive. "I 
find myself falling for his sister as well, which was 
just a shock on so many levels. One, she's 14, two, she 
likes me back, and three, I thought my sexually confused 
days were buried far behind me." Lola wiped her eyes. 
Her face was burning red, and she wasn't looking at me.

"Sexually confused?" I stammered. Getting hotter in 
here, I thought.

She shook her head, and took a deep, ragged breath. "I'm 
not ready to talk about that yet. first I need to ask 
you a question. You didn't mention this, so I don't know 
if you know. Did you know Amy came out here to yell at 
me? The day after I... attacked you?" A single tear 
rolled down her cheek.

"No." I blurted, very much surprised. Then again, Amy 
left through the back door, and after I fell asleep on 
the couch in Liu Si's arms, I find a soaking wet Amy 
crying her eyes out on the front porch. Plus, Amy's 
seeming prescience about what Lola might be doing, i.e. 
moving away. The cute little sneak.

"Well she did. I have to admit that before you just told 
me about how it all happened, I knew a little. I notice 
you left out the part about Amy touching you in your 
sleep when you were 15." Her eyes started watering 
again. I was shocked.

I blushed. "It's not something we're proud of. It wasn't 
romantic, it was more embarrassing and unfortunate. Not 
a happy memory."

Lola tossed her head back as if to throw the tears out 
of her eyes. "Well, it made me think. About all of this, 
and about all of you." She was still holding my hand, 
but she looked unhappy. I wasn't sure what to do next. 
Lola solved the problem for me by continuing.

"When I threw you out, I was in a complete collapse. I 
was profoundly broken-hearted, I was furious with 
myself, as well as you, and I was so disgusted by what 
you had told me I literally could not stop dry heaving. 
I felt helpless and at the same time, forced to act. It 
felt like I was being torn apart." She took a deep 
breath. "In my panic, I decided to move away. To pack up 
and just run."

I almost shouted no, but I kept my tongue. She took 
another deep breath and continued, "I couldn't stay 
here, it just wasn't possible. I couldn't change your 
situation, it seemed, and I couldn't live with it 
either." Fresh tears trickled down her cheeks. "I 
decided to start packing. Then the next day, in the late 
afternoon, Amy showed up at my door. And she completely 
kicked my ass."

* * *

As accurately as I can guess, after talking with Lola 
and Amy, here's how that went:

There was a loud pounding on the kitchen door. Lola 
heard it from upstairs, where she had been packing 
things into boxes, and went downstairs to open the door. 
There, standing on the little porch/stoop, was Amy, 
soaking wet from the rain and mad as hell.

"Amy!" Lola said, surprised. Before she could invite her 
in, Amy tore into her

"What is the matter with you?!" Amy shouted, her fists 
clenched by her sides. A gust of wind blew rain in the 
door, and Lola gestured Amy inside. "What ... What are 
you talking about?"

Amy stomped into the kitchen. "You and Will FINALLY try 
to get together, we try to welcome you into our family 
for REAL, not just on paper, not just to dinner, and you 
pay us back by breaking Will's heart? and Karen's?"

Lola shut the door and held up her hands. "Whoa, whoa, 
welcome me into your family? He admitted to molesting 
all three of you! Even Liu Si! That's not a family! 
That's something horrible."

Amy got even madder. "HE didn't molest ANYBODY! Didn't 
he TELL you?! You have no idea what you're talking 
about!" She began to cry, still spitting mad. "Will 
LOVES us, he would never hurt any of us!"

Lola tried to calm her down. "I know you *think* he 
does, but -"

"SHUT UP!!" Amy screamed. "Molest means to hurt or 
misuse, or to damage or something. I KNOW Will loves us, 
each one of us, more than he loves YOU or anyone else. 
We ASKED for this."

Lola blinked, surprised. "What?"

Amy ran up to her and took her hands, beseeching. "Lola, 
we ASKED him to love us. Karen asked him first, I saw 
them and begged to be included too! You have no idea how 
much I wanted to be with them! I've wanted him AND her 
since I was seven!" She let go of Lola's hands and made 
fists again.

"Seven?!" Lola reacted in disgust. "When I was seven I 
wanted Barbie dolls!"

Amy wiped her nose, still crying, still mad. "Well, not 
me. Ever since I knew what sex was, how good it could 
feel, I wanted it. And I wanted it with my big brother 
and my big sister, because they were the only people in 
this whole *stupid* world that I loved so much." She 
waved her arms in the air. 

Lola's curiosity overcame her disgust. "Um, can we sit 
down and talk? In the living room? I vacuumed as best I 
could, there shouldn't be any cat hair."

"If I wasn't yelling at you, I wouldn't even be speaking 
to you." Amy growled, wiping the tears out of her eyes, 
even as fresh ones came.

"Please." Lola said, gesturing to the living room, which 
was full of boxes.

"What's with all the boxes?" Amy sniffled grumpily, as 
she trudged damply into the living room.

"I'm... moving away." Lola admitted, not looking at Amy. 
"I can't deal with this."

"NO!" Amy whirled on her, crying even harder. "You CAN'T 
leave!" She stomped her feet angrily and just yelled at 
the floor. "RRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHH!"

"Geez, honey, calm down," Lola tried to comfort Amy, but 
Amy ducked away from her hand. Amy covered her face and 
took a few deep breaths. After about a minute, she had 
herself under some control.

"SIT down and let me explain this to you." Amy said, 
passing through the violent anger to the quiet phase of 
rage. "Right now." She pointed her finger at the couch, 
brooking no argument. Lola sat, watching Amy closely.

"Will and Karen have always been everything to me. You 
can't even talk to me about what a family is, because 
you don't FUCKING know." Amy's use of profanity shocked 
Lola, (as it did me when I heard about it.) and she 
flinched. Amy continued. "All my life, they were there. 
Feeding me, taking care of me, helping me, comforting me 
when I was scared, disciplining me when I was stupid, 
teaching me about life." 

Amy meshed her fingers together and held them up. "It's 
like my SOUL is woven in with theirs. If I had to live 
somewhere without them, I would just wither and die." 
Her tears continued to fall. "And nice job with the 
police threat, by the way. That was fucking low. Liu Si 
is terrified that someone is going to come and take her 
away. The ONE place she finally feels safe, and you have 
to go and ruin it. I hope you're fucking happy."

Lola looked ashamed. She put her hand to her throat.

"I used to run and hide in Will's bed at night when 
thunderstorms scared me, or when I had a bad dream, or 
when I got too cold. He's like this big warm blanket I 
can wrap around myself whenever I feel scared and alone. 
He got kicked out of school for us, his permanent record 
is screwed!" 

She wiped her eyes. "Karen is like a goddess, beautiful 
and kind, patient with me, always taking care of us, 
food, first aid, you name it. She's like a fountain of 
good things, always providing, whether it's macaroni and 
cheese, or just a hug and some reassurance. I can't even 
really remember Mom. There are pictures in an album, but 
I don't know that lady. When I think about love, and 
about who was a mom to me, I can only think of Karen. 
Our parents hated us to the point that they both left 
us. Alone. Will and Karen are the only mom and dad I've 
ever had. And you hurt them." Amy said at last.

"I'm so sorry that your parents were awful people, but 
it doesn't mean that it's ok for him to molest-" Lola 
tried to speak up, but Amy interrupted her again, 
angrily.

"STOP calling it molestation, and STOP blaming Will for 
it!" Amy said. "I'M the one who made the first move! I'M 
the one who molested somebody! Everything else we ever 
did was because we wanted to!"

"You?" Lola choked.

"Yes, me." Amy slumped a little. "When I was seven, I 
snuck into his room and worked his penis out of his 
underwear while he was asleep. I played with it, like I 
saw on the video, and he had a sex dream and... and I 
panicked. I pretended to be asleep when he ejaculated, 
so when he woke up he thought he had done something to 
me in my sleep. 

"He had cum all over me, so he tried to clean me up 
without waking me up, but the whole time I was already 
awake, just lying there pretending and terrified he 
would realize what I had done to him. For years I let 
him think he'd done it to me, not that I'd molested 
him." 

She looked at Lola fiercely. "And you know what he did 
when he finally found out? He FORGAVE me." She sniffed. 
"And you act like he doesn't love me."

Lola had covered her mouth at this revelation, and just 
stared at Amy. "Go back a second. What video?"

Amy sat on the floor with a flop. "I found a VCR tape 
under Mom's old bed that had sex lessons on it. You 
know, for beginners. I was amazed and couldn't wait to 
try it. Obviously."

(Amy wisely left out the part that it was a child 
pornography tape. A tape I have since made sure was 
destroyed. When she did find out that it had been child 
pornography, she was shocked, but Amy just pointed out 
that it seemed perfectly natural, because she had been a 
child at the time of seeing it. To her, it had just made 
sense.)

"And you were seven?" Lola asked, still trying to get 
her head around it.

"So? I'd been masturbating since I was four or five. I 
found my clitoris one day in the bathtub and never 
looked back. I thought I was weird, like maybe I was the 
only person who had one, so I kept it a secret. When I 
was seven, I found this tape and it showed people doing 
things together, touching each other, having wonderful 
fun. And I wanted that. They said that you do those 
things with the people you love, and that's always been 
Will and Karen." 

Amy cleared her throat, still emotional. "So I snuck 
into Will's room one night, determined to try it, 
thinking if I could make him feel good, he'd love me the 
way those people loved each other. But when he had an 
orgasm in his sleep, I got scared and pretended to be 
asleep. I chickened out. Oh, Lola, his face." She 
started crying freely again.

"Lola, when he finally woke up and got himself under 
control, he looked so scared, so terrified. He looked 
like he was just going to die. I was too afraid to do 
anything, because he looked so scared. If I had sat up, 
or spoken to him, I think he might have just stopped 
breathing. 

"He ran away to the bathroom and cleaned me up so 
carefully, while I just lay there and wished I was dead. 
I wished I had never been born. I cursed myself for my 
selfishness and my stupidity. I let him think, for TWO 
YEARS I let him blame himself, that he had abused me in 
some way." Amy wiped her eyes and coughed. "I'm a 
coward."

Lola had begun to cry a little herself, just watching 
Amy's pain. She looked for a box of Kleenex, but didn't 
see one. Amy put her head in her hands and spoke 
downwards, as if to her crossed legs. "And when I 
finally tell him? He forgives me. He just took me in his 
arms, told me he loved me, and forgave me. Can you even 
IMAGINE anything like that?" 

Amy tossed her head back and looked at Lola. "Imagine if 
someone took sexual advantage of you while you slept, or 
were passed out so when you woke up you didn't even 
fully understand what had happened. Imagine if that 
person came to you two years later and said 'That was 
me, I raped you, and I'm sorry.' How would you handle 
it?" She glared at Lola, who had blanched at the word 
'raped.'

"I..." Lola stammered. "I certainly don't think I would 
be very forgiving." She wiped her eye.

"William is the kindest, strongest, most wonderful man I 
have ever known." Amy said. "He makes love to me because 
I asked him. Because I wanted him to. Because I need him 
like I need air."

"It's not that simple, honey." Lola spoke up, trying to 
convince Amy.

"The fuck it isn't." Amy said bitterly.

"Even if you think you want... that, it's incest." Lola 
began.

"We're not having babies, so that doesn't matter. By 
blood, he's only my half brother anyway, we all know it. 
Next!" Amy snapped her fingers dismissively. Lola tried 
again.

"Even WITH your consent, you're a minor, and it's 
statutory rape." Lola said, aggrieved.

"Stop saying rape or I swear to God I'm going to... do 
something violent. Never use that word again." Amy said 
quietly. "And besides, do you know what that sentence 
means? It means that I don't have any rights. I'm not a 
person. I'm somebody's property." Amy thumped her chest 
angrily. 

"It means that it doesn't matter that I love him, that I 
want this, that I asked for it and thoroughly enjoy it. 
I'm not allowed to do it because I'm not allowed to do 
it. It's a fucking circular argument, Lola! It's MY 
body. I know what feels good, and I know what feels bad. 
It's like telling me I can't masturbate, or take hot 
showers, or anything else that feels good." Amy got to 
her feet again.

"I saw an episode of Law and Order a long time ago about 
something called 'female circumcision.' Do you know what 
that is?" Amy growled. Lola flinched, and almost gagged. 
"Yes, I know what that is!" Lola snapped, in shock.

"It takes place in shit-hole Muslim countries because 
women are property. They are objects, not human beings, 
and worst of all, they are objects of little or no 
value. Do you know they used to have laws about how well 
a man had to treat his livestock, but not his wife? A 
girl belongs to her father until she belongs to her 
husband. And they slice her clitoris off because she 
can't be trusted with it. Her husband doesn't have any 
need for it, so off it goes. They say it makes them more 
faithful or more attractive, but all it does is rob them 
of something precious, because she's not allowed to have 
it. It's not for her to have. She's just property."

Lola had her eyes shut and was shuddering with 
revulsion. "Stop it, stop talking about that. Female 
genital mutilation is not the same as sexual conduct 
laws."

"When you tell me that it doesn't matter what I like, or 
what I want, or how much I love someone because I'm too 
young, it's the same kind of thinking. I can't have 
feelings, I can't be happy, because it's just not 
allowed. Like I'm not the owner of my own body. I reject 
the very idea." Amy said angrily. "I know what sex is, 
ok? I know that love and sex are different things. I 
ALSO know that they're best when they're together. 

"I know that Will and Karen, and Liu Si make me happier 
than I have ever been in my whole life, like before them 
I didn't even know what happy was. I thought I did, but 
I didn't. Can you understand what I'm trying to tell 
you? You say that we've been mistreated somehow, I say 
bullshit. I've never been more fulfilled and happy than 
I am now. At least, until what you did. You have deeply 
hurt the people I love most, and I can't STAND it."

"I-" Lola started, softly, but Amy didn't let her get 
another word out.

"We all took a big chance on you. We could have kept 
this secret, leaving you alone, strictly business. A 
name on some courthouse papers, more like your mother 
was. But we didn't. We saw how lonely you were, how 
miserable, how hurt and damaged and alone, and we 
reached out to you. We invited you in, fed you, rubbed 
on you, fell in LOVE with you. We asked you to be our 
guardian, our stepmom almost. And you hurt us. Will and 
Karen BOTH fell in love with you, and you not only 
rejected them, you attacked us."

"It was too... I couldn't..." Lola wept. Amy forged 
ahead.

"Can I tell you something? I love Karen, with all my 
heart, but I know she isn't really attracted to me. Not 
sexually. She lets me play on her playground, sure, but 
she doesn't want me the way she wants Will. Or the way 
she wanted you." 

Amy pointed at Lola's face. "When I first told her I 
loved her, she didn't even like girls. She let me touch 
her body and share Will with her because she loves me, 
not because she really gets anything out of it. But you? 
She ADORED you. She went lesbian for you. She offered 
you something that she'll never offer me, and you shit 
all over it." Amy snarled.

Lola flinched, and shut her eyes. She took a ragged 
breath.

"And Will." Amy swallowed. "You called him a monster. 
You called him a pedophile, and a piece of shit, you 
slashed his FACE, and you cut him right to his heart." 
Amy's voice was deadly and soft. "You. You, the 35-year-
old woman who gave that 17-year-old boy his first kiss. 
You, who flirted all over him, got him so aroused that 
you HAD to have noticed. Don't tell me you didn't know. 
How many times were you aware that he had an erection?"

"Three times." Lola's voice was tiny, a broken whisper. 
"But he told me there were others." Her guilt was all 
over her face, which was also covered in tears.

"Of course there were others. But it didn't seem to be 
so monstrous when YOU did it. Will and Karen are only 
three years apart. Will and I are only eight years 
apart. How far apart are Will and YOU?" Amy demanded.

Lola couldn't answer, she was crying too hard, her hands 
over her face.

"Shouldn't THAT be enough to convince you that age 
doesn't mean anything? If you love someone and they love 
you, then fuck the rest of it." Amy spat. "We were 
perfectly happy, PERFECTLY happy, and we wanted to share 
it with you. But no. You're the only one who has the 
problem with this."

Lola was trying to get her breath, but she couldn't look 
at Amy. She continued crying, hard.

Amy sat down again. "Look at yourself. Look at your 
life. What do you want most?"

Lola shook her head and shrugged in disbelief, like 
*You're stopping a tirade to analyze me?* Her eyes were 
raw and red.

Amy counted on her fingers. "You wanted to be loved. You 
wanted to not be alone. You wanted to be a mommy." Amy 
began crying again. "You wanted a baby. You told us you 
begged your stupid asshole ex-husband for a baby."

"Stop!" Lola yelped, crying harder than ever. But Amy 
marched on.

"We offered you the opportunity for all of those things. 
Not a promise, because you know nothing in this stupid 
life is guaranteed, but we would have tried just as hard 
as you to make it happen. Not just one person, but TWO 
people. Maybe even four. How many people are that lucky? 
Not one significant other, but several." Amy took a deep 
breath and looked at Lola with disgust. Lola lay back on 
the couch, weeping in utter misery.

"So even without your attacks, even without your 
worthless arguments about what we're doing is wrong, and 
even without your double standard, you've done a truly 
terrible thing to us. Do you want to know what it is?" 
Amy asked angrily. Lola was already shaking her head.

"No," she croaked. She clutched herself on the couch.

"YOU'RE the one with the objection. You're the one who's 
wrong, but instead, you made it about THEM." Amy 
snarled. "When I saw Karen and Will that first time, 
making love in the gazebo, I couldn't believe it. I just 
COULDN'T believe it. They were having sex, yes, but they 
were so beautiful together. I cried my eyes out, partly 
because I was so hurt at being left out, but also partly 
because it was so perfect I couldn't even IMAGINE myself 
with them. 

"In that moment, I felt so small and worthless, just 
because they looked so perfect and beautiful together. 
Lola, there should have been golden beams of light, 
heavenly choirs, and little fat naked baby angels 
flitting around!" 

Amy waved her arms. "When Will and Karen are sharing 
that kind of connection, there's not even the right kind 
of words for it. And that's the worst part. You know 
why?! Because they had something truly, profoundly 
beautiful. And you've convinced them it was UGLY." Amy 
voice was loaded with disgust. "And I don't know if I 
can ever forgive you for that." She climbed to her feet, 
her work done.

Lola was covering her mouth, crying silently, her body 
shaking, wracked with sobs. Amy put her hands on her 
hips and looked around.

"Moving out, huh? Running away? Because that's a good 
idea, right?" Her voice dripped bitter sarcasm. "Pull up 
stakes and run off to where nobody knows you from shit? 
Leave behind the people who cared about you the most, 
who needed you, who loved you even as you ripped out 
their hearts?" Amy casually shoved the top box off of a 
stack. It fell over with a boom and books sprawled out 
of it. "Figures. Can't say we're not used to it."

Lola finally got some air, and cried out a long, thin 
wail as she wept uncontrollably. She got in another 
breath, and tried to speak. "I'm ... sorry I-" She 
gulped, but Amy waved her hand.

"Save it." Amy said, too tired and emotionally drained 
to really have any fire now. "If you're leaving, then 
get going. The sooner you're gone, the sooner we can all 
try to forget you ever existed." She trudged out to the 
kitchen, but Lola was crying too hard to stand and 
follow her.

"Good luck with your NEW new life." Amy paused in the 
doorway, looking back at Lola, still emotionally 
destroyed, crying on the couch. She reached back and 
tapped herself on the shoulder. "The thing about 
phoenixes? When they're reborn, they turn everything 
around them to ashes." Amy looked at the floor for a 
second. When she looked back up, fresh tears were 
pouring silently down her cheeks. "Now fly away." She 
whispered, her throat tight. She turned her back on Lola 
and walked out of the house.

* * *

Oh, my god. I was stunned. Lola was crying again, just 
trying to tell me about it. "I didn't realize she ripped 
into you so bad." I said, noncommittally.

"No, I deserved it." Lola wept, wringing her hands. "She 
was right."

I felt a zing go down my spine. Lola said Amy was right? 
Did this mean?

"It was like getting surgery with no anesthetic. Every 
single time she cut into me, she would pull out 
something bad, like some sticky black chunk of rot or 
infection and make me look at it." Lola hiccupped, 
trying to get herself under control. "I was selfish, and 
cowardly, and so close-minded with prejudice I couldn't 
even see the beauty in front of me. My behavior was 
completely hurtful and unforgiveable. I had no right to 
judge you, I had no idea how lucky I truly was, and I 
threw it away."

My heart began to beat faster. I had to play this just 
right. She deserves this, I thought to myself with grim 
satisfaction.

She slipped off the couch and knelt in front of me. She 
squeezed my hands as she spoke, her voice shaking with 
emotion, even as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. "I 
am so, so sorry for how I treated you. And Karen. I'm 
sorry for calling you names, I'm sorry for screaming at 
you, and I can't even express how sorry I am for cutting 
your face. I'll never, ever be able to make up for 
that."

She took a deep breath. I steeled myself for what had to 
come. How many people get a chance like this? I thought 
to myself. The scratch on my cheek burned.

"Is it possible, is there even a chance of hope, that 
you and you sisters would ever forgive-"

"Yes." I said.

She hiccupped and stared at me in shock, her beautiful 
(reddened) eyes wide.

"Do you really-" she faltered.

"Yes!" I shrugged. Her luscious mouth was open in 
stunned surprise. She climbed awkwardly to her feet, 
staring at me.

"After everything I did to you? Just like that?" She 
whispered in amazement. I shook my head.

"No, just like this." And I pulled her into my lap, 
wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her cheek. 

THEN she REALLY started to cry.

I just held her and rocked her for almost five minutes, 
as she cried her heart out on me. She pressed her cheek 
against mine, holding me tightly. The salt from her 
tears stung where it got into the scratch on my face.

She reached out to touch my cheek tenderly. "I am so 
sorry about this. I would have called you sooner, but I 
was so ashamed of myself. I thought you would hate me." 
She sighed, and paused. "I mean, assuming you still like 
me. You DID forgive me, but do you and Karen still... 
like me? Or did I ruin that?" She hiccupped.

"Well, there are a few conditions." I said gently, still 
holding her against me. She looked closely at me. "Name 
them," She said, as if making a promise.

"I'm going to need you to cut your nails." I joked. She 
held up her hands. What were once pretty, feminine nails 
were now tiny chewed nubs. "Already done." She winced.

"You need to be able to share." I said. "Meaning me with 
the others. They had first dibs, and they shared me with 
you, so you can't be all possessive. Plus, I'm sure they 
would like to maybe be your lovers as well. Karen at the 
very least, although she's very nervous about it, I know 
she wants it. Probably Amy as well, because Amy wants 
everything she can get." 

Lola wiped her eyes and chuckled. "This is SO not 
normal, but I *think* I could do that. I'm not sure 
they'll forgive me for how I behaved."

"And you have to stop feeling guilty for things you've 
already been forgiven for." I said, searching her eyes. 
She shook her head and touched my cheek, near the slash 
her fingernails made. "I can't. Every time I see your 
cut face, I'm going to hate myself all over again."

I gripped her arms. "Holding onto pain is what makes us 
miserable. When it's over, it's over, don't cherish it. 
My face will heal. Our hearts will heal, and they'll 
heal faster if we're not constantly reopening the wound. 
Let it go."

She took a deep breath and swallowed unevenly. "I'm not 
used to that."

"I know." I said. "You tend to want to curl around it 
like an ember in a fire, so it never goes out, never 
stops burning. All you're doing is hurting yourself. I'm 
willing to forgive you, but I insist you forgive 
yourself."

"I'll try," she said.

"Do or do not. There is no try," I said, in my best Yoda 
voice, which is really terrible.

"How can you just forgive me? Doesn't this still hurt?" 
She clung to her denial.

"It does, but that doesn't mean I don't forgive you." I 
said softly, pulling her closer. "Remember what your mom 
used to say? Always forgive the person you love, if they 
love you."

She sighed, and put her head on my shoulder. "I was 
expecting to have to grovel a lot, after what I did. I 
was totally prepared to beg."

"I wouldn't have made you beg," I said. "Either I 
forgive you or I don't. Making you earn it would be 
unfair." I leaned down and kissed her neck. She moaned 
and squirmed on my lap.

"Oh, my god," she sighed, and wiped her eyes. "I can't 
even think when you do that. You kiss my neck and my 
thoughts just go whoosh." She waved her hand weakly. I 
did it again, and she whimpered and clutched me, raising 
up her head and kissing me cautiously. 

"I'm going to need you to think for a little while 
longer," I said. "so I'll stop."

"Awww," She whined, but then looked at me. "A little 
while? What happens after that?"

I grinned evilly, and she got this little delighted 
look. "That's up to you," I said.

"It's probably going to involve some sex, or at least 
some seriously heavy petting.." She warned, and I 
laughed. "I don't think I've ever been this hot for you 
before," she said. "Right now I would give you anything 
you wanted."

"Do you promise to love me and my sisters, and to let us 
love you?" I asked.

She nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely."

"Then you've already given me what I wanted most." I 
murmured, and kissed her. She practically melted into 
me, kissing me, clutching at me. Tears still ran down 
her face, but these were a different kind of outpouring, 
a cleansing.

Before we got too hot, I pulled back a bit. "Before you 
and I do anything, we need to go tell the girls the good 
news," I said, and Lola's face fell.

"I have so much to apologize for." She said weakly. "Are 
you sure they'll forgive me as easily as you did?"

"Trust me. Just tell them the truth, and you'll be fine. 
We all still love you, even if it hasn't been easy these 
past few days."

"I'm so nervous all of the sudden," she said, then 
startled. "Oh! Um, in the next few days, you're going to 
get a padded envelope in the mail. It has your T-shirt 
in it. The one I was sleeping in." She blushed at me.

"You mailed it?" I asked, surprised.

"I was so upset that I had decided I didn't want to see 
you ever again," she said, clutching me even tighter. 
"so I threw it in an envelope and they took it. I'm 
sorry. It should be there really soon. I mailed it 
yesterday, before Amy showed up."

"You can have it back," I said, soothingly. "Or we could 
think of something better."

Lola sighed and put her head on my shoulder again. "I've 
been so miserable these past two days. I seriously hit 
bottom."

"Well, we love you," I said. "You don't need to be 
alone." A thought that had been ricocheting around in my 
head caught my attention again, so I asked. "Earlier you 
mentioned sexual confusion? What's the deal there?"

"It's... something I'm not proud of. When I was in 
college, there was a lot of... experimenting." She said, 
her voice small.

"Well, for something that's supposed to be a secret, you 
didn't do a very good job of hiding it." I said gently. 
"Amy figured it out the night you told us your life 
story."

Lola blushed. "I guess I'm not as sneaky as I thought. I 
never guessed that you guys would know what kind of 
things I was talking about, and now I'm faced with the 
possibility that you know more than me. I will admit to 
being more than a little intimidated." She rubbed my 
chest with her free hand.

"Don't be." I kissed her ear. "This isn't a contest. 
We're all on the same team, even if some of us play for 
both sides."

She swatted my chest gently. "That wasn't funny, 
buster." But I could see a smile tugging at the corner 
of her mouth, so I kissed it. She sighed. "I feel like 
such a weight has been taken off. I feel like I can 
breathe again."

I gave her a squeeze. "Well, not everyone knows the good 
news yet. Let me call the girls and tell them."

Lola sat up. "I need to apologize to them in person. I 
hurt each one of them, and I should own up to it. Could 
you just tell them that I'm coming home with you?"

"As you wish," I said, and as Lola stood from my lap, I 
pulled out my new cell phone to call home. 

"You got a new one?" She said, surprised. I nodded. 
"That's where I was when you and Karen were kissing." 
She blushed, and left the room as I dialed.

It rang three times, and then I heard Karen's nervous 
voice answer the phone. "umbert residence." Everything 
sounded really far away and choppy, like I was talking 
to the space shuttle. "Am I on the speaker?" I asked, 
surprised. I hate the speaker.

"orry!" Karen's voice echoed at me, "_atteries just died 
on the handset."

"Is everybody there?" I asked. "_ES!" came Amy's shout.

"We're coming over. Lola wants to talk to you guys." I 
said, in a tone of I-know-some-thing-you-don't-know.

"ait! We need five minutes!" Amy shouted.

"No we don't," Karen said, as if over her shoulder. She 
must be right up on the speaker now, because I can hear 
her entire words.

"e gotta get pretty! This is the big showdown!" Amy 
pleaded. "_leeease?"

"We'll give you the five minutes," I said, grinning. 
Lola came back into the room, shyly, holding her cell 
phone.

"We'll be ready," Karen's voice breathed into the 
microphone. She was trying to talk quietly, being so 
close to the speakerphone, but it was like she was 
murmuring in my ear. I got a little zing of arousal.

"Bye then." I said, and right before the speakerphone 
*clonked* off, I could hear Liu Si call "_oodbye, Will!"

Lola sat demurely next to me, and looked at her phone. 
"What's your new number?" She asked quietly.

"Same as the old one," I said, and she pushed some 
buttons. After a moment, she looked at me, smiling.

"You once asked me what your ringtone was, but I was too 
embarrassed to tell you." She said.

"Correct." I grinned.

"No more secrets," she said, taking a deep breath. "Call 
me."

"Are you sure?" I asked, just to tease her. She stuck 
her tongue out at me. I called her phone from mine.

A second later, her phone broke into song, and I was 
completely surprised. It was an oldie, a song by the 
Platters, as I later found out, and what was most moving 
was the fact that Lola sang it to me while it played.

Only you can make this world seem right/
Only you can make the darkness bright/
Only you, and you alone, can thrill me like you do/
You fill my heart with love, for only you.

Only you can make this change in me/
for it's true, you are my destiny/
When you hold my hand, I understand the magic that you 
do/
You're my dream come true, my one and only you.

Her voice, as I have said before, is beautiful. I was 
deeply moved. "I love you." I blurted. She bit her lip 
and blushed, her eyes wet once again.

"Except it's not "only" either of us, is it." She 
sighed. "I'm attracted to Karen, even while I'm in love 
with you, and as far as me, I'm practically fourth 
banana."

"You are not!" I sat up straight, but Lola was already 
shaking her head and making soothing gestures.

"I know, I know, it's just... that was little hard for 
me to deal with as well. My initial reaction was one of 
betrayal, but now that I've thought about it, I know 
that isn't accurate."

"Well, Karen and Amy WERE first, and when we spoke in 
the hospital, you said something about how I was allowed 
to love other girls, if it was really love. This seemed 
to be a qualifying situation." I said.

She pointed a finger at me. "This wasn't what I meant 
and you know it. Don't be a weasel." She sighed. "But I 
had to look at the big picture. You've obviously got 
plenty of access to sex and yet, you still tried to make 
me happy, to make me feel special and loved. You took 
your time, and actually tried to make an emotional 
connection, instead of just jumping at my ass. When I 
wanted to go faster, you wanted to slow down and enjoy 
the trip. That meant a lot."

I looked deep into her eyes. "I wanted it to be the real 
thing." She nodded, and smiled at me.

"So if you've already got three lovers, and you still 
take the time for me, either you're a priapic dirtbag, 
or you must really mean the things you've said." She 
said.

"I DID warn you in the hospital that if you wanted me, 
you got all of us." I said. "What does priapic mean?"

"You know I had no idea how much that actually meant, so 
don't act like you were telling me anything." She 
grinned. "Priapic means you're a raging horndog and 
don't care where you stick it. Think Bill Clinton." (Now 
I might use T1g3r W00ds as a better example.)

"Sorry." I said. "Please believe me, ever since Karen 
and Amy and I shared our love, I've been struggling with 
how to tell you."

Lola tilted her head and looked at me calmly. "What 
convinced me that it might be ok was Amy. She said you 
were perfectly happy, but you wanted to include me 
anyway. It made me really think about it. You took a big 
risk. You had to have had faith that it would work, and 
for that, you had to have really been sincere. Nobody 
would lie like that with such a colossal threat on the 
line. You must have been telling me the truth."

I nodded, still holding her hand. "I wouldn't say we 
were *perfectly* happy, though," I said sincerely.

"Oh?" Lola asked. Her eyebrows raised a little bit. I 
shook my head.

"We still needed you." I said, and raised her hand to my 
lips, where I softly kissed her palm. She took a deep 
breath, and just seemed to melt a little.

"You silver-tongued... angel," she murmured. I grinned 
innocently. She smiled back, and I could actually see 
her dimples. "How you do you *sleep* at night?" She mock 
scolded.

"You should come and see for yourself," I teased, and 
she stuck her tongue out at me again.

"You ready to go?" I asked, and she seemed to jolt 
awake.

"Oh my god, I look terrible!" She said. "I have to 
change." She looked down at her giant sweater and 
leggings.

"You look beautiful, as always," I said. "Let's just 
go."

"I don't always look anything," she argued. "This 
morning I looked like hammered shit, and you're too nice 
to say it."

"Despite how vivid a description that was, I'm still not 
going to agree with you." I said calmly. I stood and 
stretched, aware of her eyes devouring me.

"So I'm guessing we don't need to wait for anything 
anymore?" She asked, her voice calculating.

"Other than telling the girls the good news, and making 
it right with them, I'm yours." I said. "If you want, 
that is. There's nothing holding me back."

She bit her lower lip and looked VERY happy. Her eyes 
positively sparkled as she said "Oh, I totally want." 
She sighed and looked down at herself. "Are you sure 
this is ok?"

"I'm sure. They'll just be happy to see you. They won't 
care if you're wearing a sweater or a suit," I said, but 
Lola shook her head.

"If I strut in there wearing a suit, when I'm supposed 
to be apologizing, it'll be too aggressive. This is not 
the time to look "shark tooth" as Amy might say." She 
sighed.

I'd not given it any thought, so I was a bit surprised. 
"Really? Does it matter?"

"Well, I'm not going to wear sackcloth and ashes," She 
said, which I admit, I didn't understand, "but I want to 
look accessible, not aggressive."

"Amy did mention that they wanted some time to get 
pretty," I admitted, and Lola nodded firmly.

"See? They're girls. This is going to be a drama 
moment." She didn't seem upset though.

"Sorry. I don't know what they're planning." I 
apologized. "You said you wanted to apologize to them in 
person, so I didn't tell them what we discussed. 
Although, you coming home with me has to mean 
something."

Lola put her hands on her hips and took a deep breath. 
"Well, I've already decided that if they want to be mad 
at me, I'm just going to have to take my lumps. I was 
wrong, and I'll face the music."

I reached for her hand, and she gave it to me. "It won't 
be so bad," I soothed.

She sighed and gave me a nervous smile. "Just don't let 
go, ok?"

"It will be ok." I said, and we headed for the car. On 
the way out, we passed the collapsed pile of boxes. "So 
these were from moving away?" I asked, trying to keep my 
voice light, but still feeling as if we had dodged a 
bullet.

"I don't want to think about that anymore." Lola stated. 
"I was making a terrible mistake."

As I went to turn into the driveway, a UPS truck pulled 
in behind me. I stopped far enough down the driveway to 
allow the big box truck to get off the road, but not far 
enough to set off the driveway box. Ever since the 
attack, I've been really jumpy about other vehicles in 
our driveway. I got out and started walking back, and 
the guy jumped out with a medium-sized box. "Is this the 
Humbert residence?" He called.

"You got it," I said, and reached for the box. He 
hesitated. "Um, normally, we need to be at the location 
before I can give this to you."

"Well, this IS the driveway, actually," I said, but got 
out my wallet. He looked at my license, nodded, and gave 
that little data pad thingy to sign. I got the box, and 
he left.

The drive to the house was short, and I made sure to 
take her hand again when we got out.

I slid open the glass door and stuck my head in. "De-
activate the booby traps! We're coming in."

"We're in the living room!" Amy yelled. I leaned back to 
Lola. "I said booby," I giggled, and she punched me 
lightly. 

We walked in, to find the girls sitting on the couch, 
facing forward. I led Lola around to the front, and we 
stopped on the rug. Suddenly, it felt like a court 
martial. Let me describe the room.

Amy was wearing jean shorts, sneakers, and a tight t-
shirt with frogs on it. She was leaning forward, her 
elbows on her knees, her fingers steepled. She looked 
skeptical, not exactly hostile, but wary and a little 
squinty. Her hair was in a scrunchie, and her eyes 
stayed on Lola.

Liu Si sat right up against her, wearing flip-flops, red 
short-shorts, and a white spaghetti-strap tank top that 
tied on her shoulders in big bows. Her hair was combed 
out, and seemed to flow down to her shoulders like a 
glossy black waterfall. She was watching Lola when we 
walked in, just like Amy, but her eyes flickered down to 
where I was holding Lola's hand, and her gaze shot to 
me. I winked, and Liu Si lit up with a huge smile. She 
got it already.

Karen was a vision in a tight silk blouse, emerald 
green, that seemed to cling to her curves so well my 
hands got jealous. She was wearing a white linen skirt, 
not quite knee length, and sat by herself at the end of 
the couch. Her arms and legs were crossed, closed body 
language, and she stared silently at Lola with big eyes. 
I couldn't read her expression, whether it was nervous 
or mad or expectant. She was just searching Lola's face, 
as if the answers to her heartbreak could be found 
there.

Amy spoke up. "Kid Court is now in-" Lola flinched, 
squeezing my hand.

"No," I stated flatly, maybe a little louder than 
necessary. Amy stopped and looked at me, a little 
surprised. Liu Si started rubbing her back. I tossed the 
UPS box onto the ottoman.

Lola took a breath, and spoke for herself. "I have come 
to apologize. I was wrong, and my behavior was 
unacceptable." Her voice was soft and sad. "I owe each 
one of you an apology, and I wanted to do it in person." 
She released my hand, and stepped forward, by herself.

A lot of tension went out of the room. Amy relaxed, Liu 
Si still grinned like she was going to bust, and Karen's 
eyes started to get misty, although her posture had not 
changed.

"Amy," Lola actually bowed to Amy where she sat on the 
couch. "Not only do I want to apologize to you for the 
hurt I caused you, and your family, I wanted to thank 
you. If you hadn't come out and staged a one-woman 
intervention, I would still be looking at everything the 
wrong way. I basically will owe you all the happiness I 
have for the rest of my life." Lola began to get choked 
up. "I was going to run away, and I would have been 
miserable forever. Or at least, never be this happy 
again. I cannot thank you enough."

Amy had clamped a hand over her own mouth, and when she 
removed it, I could see she was starting to cry too. "At 
first I wanted to change your mind, or at least tell you 
what was really going on, but when you said you were 
moving away, I just wanted to yell at you. At that 
point, I was less concerned with converting you, as with 
simply breaking your heart as badly as you were breaking 
mine." Amy sniffled. Lola wept a few silent tears and 
nodded. "I am SO sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Yes, of course." Amy stood and wobbled a bit as she 
came over for a hug. "I forgive you." They clung to each 
other. I glanced back to see Liu Si clapping her hands 
quietly, Karen still staring at Lola, her eyes two 
bottomless blue wells.

"I love you." Lola said, her voice almost a whisper, 
full of emotion. "I love you right back!" Amy said, and 
gave her one last squeeze.

When they broke, Lola wiped her eyes, and turned to Liu 
Si. "Liu Si, I also wanted to-" But Liu Si had leapt up 
and ran the two steps, almost tackling Lola with an 
"OOF!", so intent was she to hug Lola.

"I do not need an apology. I am glad that you have come 
back." She said, and Lola started crying again.

"I know that this is the only place you've ever felt 
safe, and that you belong, and I'm sorry I threatened 
that. It was stupid of me, and I can't even tell you how 
much I regret it." Lola sniffled, but Liu Si just shook 
her head. "Forget about that. You are forgiven. Be at 
peace."

Lola bent down and hugged her close. "You smell good." 
Liu Si said politely, and kissed Lola on the cheek, 
which made her blush. "Thank you." She wiped her eyes 
again as she stood.

Looking extremely nervous, she turned to Karen. "I-" she 
began, and faltered. Still looking nervous and otherwise 
unreadable, Karen patted the couch next to herself.

"Other than Will, I owe you the biggest apology of all." 
Lola said. "I'm not even sure how to go about it."

"Just..." Karen took a deep breath. "Why did you run 
away? I was sure you wanted to kiss me. Did I do wrong?" 
Karen looked upset.

Lola blinked, surprised. Amy spoke up. "She's been 
blaming herself ever since it happened."

"No, honey, no." Lola breathed, taking her hand. "Not at 
all!"

Lola reached out and touched Karen's face, cradling her 
cheek, even as Karen hitched another deep breath and 
tried not to cry.

"I ran away because I was shocked at myself, and angry, 
and scared, and confused." Lola said, clutching Karen's 
hand. "Maybe I just better try to explain."

She took a deep breath. "You guys already know I'm the 
youngest of three, but growing up wasn't very easy. 
Donna was nine years older than me, so she left for 
college when I was in third grade. She was an honor 
student, played clarinet, and was very mature. My other 
sister, Doris, was a wild child. Doris is five years 
older than me. For a while I idolized her, wanting to be 
just like her, then I realized I didn't like her. She 
was mean, selfish, and two-faced."

Lola wiped her eyes. "Because of her, Mom and Dad had to 
treat us both very strictly. Things that Donna had been 
allowed to do, they refused us. Doris would try to sneak 
out, try to smoke, she stole beer from Dad, she would 
shoplift, all that stupid "bad girl" crap. She had 
shitty friends around her all the time, and she would 
try to follow their shitty advice. Because of her, I had 
to live by the same rules, so it would be fair."

"We had to be home, inside the house, by 9:30. We 
weren't allowed to have doors on our rooms. We were 
allowed to hang curtains across, for modesty's sake, but 
Doris didn't have any of that either." Lola sighed. 
"Doris moved out, or maybe even was kicked out, when she 
was 19. I was 12, but by then, the rules were pretty 
much set in stone. I was left with all the chores, and 
all the rules."

"Donna graduated and got a realtor's license, and is 
doing pretty well. Doris left school for a while then 
returned after she straightened up a little, and got 
into the Community College nursing program. I worked my 
butt off and headed for law. I got a scholarship to 
(college mentioned way earlier) and off I went." Lola 
sat back and closed her eyes for a second.

"College life was... huge. I felt like Dorothy Gale 
stepping out of a black-and-white farmhouse into a huge, 
candy-colored, bright shiny landscape." Lola sighed. 
"All the rules and strict upbringing pretty much went 
*poof!* and here I was, hip-deep in "good times." I 
could eat whatever I wanted, I could stay up late, I 
could go out, I could do whatever I wanted. I know when 
we first met I told you all that I spent most of my free 
time in the dorm, but that wasn't strictly true, at 
least, not my first year and a half."

""Did you gain the freshman 15?" Amy interjected. Lola 
laughed, bitterly. "Honey, I gained it, lost it, gained 
it back, and lost it again. It was too much. There was 
literally a party every night, and all manner of new 
things to try, some good, some very, very bad. I started 
drinking, first fruit things like Pina coladas and 
daiquiris, then mojitos, margaritas, and mudslides, your 
basic "girl drinks." But within a year, I had moved on 
to beer, and shots, even disgusting things like Jager 
bombs and boilermakers. I went downhill fast. SOMEHOW, I 
managed to stay on my grades, but for the life of me, 
I'm not sure how. I dropped a few classes after I got 
too far behind to catch up, but I had to take them again 
in later semesters."

Lola wiped her eyes. "I avoided drugs, mostly because I 
was raised during the whole "Just Say NO" program, and I 
was afraid that if I ever smoked weed, I'd wake up the 
next morning a crack whore, so I stayed away from that, 
but I totally obsessed with alcohol. Plus, I also 
discovered sex, or at least sexy activities."

Lola cleared her throat. "I'll admit I was a late 
bloomer. I didn't figure out masturbation until I was 
far into my teens, practically out of junior high, so I 
felt like the whole world was ahead of me and I had to 
catch up. Our house was so strict though, that I never 
did anything crazy here. Not until I went away to 
college."

"Our dorm was at the bare end of campus, and I lived in 
C Tower, which was four floors high, six rooms each 
floor, separated from the A and B towers by a stairwell. 
Each floor had its own bathroom and shower big enough 
for four people at a time. The ground floor had a 
laundry room and a vending machine area in the last two 
rooms, but you could do laundry or get something to eat 
without actually leaving the tower. C Tower was 100% 
female. 

"Boys weren't allowed in after dark, and even during the 
day, they weren't allowed into rooms, they could only go 
as far as each floor's lounge, which was a wide spot in 
the hallway where the stairway door let out. Each lounge 
had a lamp, and a little table, and about three chairs." 
Lola paused. "Am I boring anyone yet? I promise I'm 
going somewhere with all this."

I had already sat down, and all the girls were still 
paying attention. Lola continued. "Mom and Dad wanted me 
in C Tower, because it was all girls. A and B were co-
ed, although divided by floor, but still, you could find 
boys on any given floor at any given time, for some 
reason or other. C Tower seemed "safer" for little old 
me." Lola sighed. "But I didn't really want to be 
"safe." I wanted to have fun. I wanted to go crazy."

"The first week we were there, the RA's sat down all the 
freshman girls, separate from the boys, and gave us a 
sex-ed lecture. They scared us good. The semester before 
I got there, one of the girls in B had gotten pregnant, 
tried to get a cheap no-tell abortion, and the person 
doing the procedure accidentally damaged her cervix. 

"EVERYBODY talked about it, and they told us that even 
condoms aren't foolproof. People can still get pregnant 
WITH condoms. They told us there really was no such 
thing as safe sex," Lola said. "But we knew, or at least 
learned, there were things we could do that couldn't end 
in pregnancy."

Lola sighed. "Being on the swim team, in an all-girls 
dorm, was like being in a lesbian factory. Our RA was 
named Sonya, and she was from Brazil. She weighed about 
210 lbs, but still spent her entire day in thong 
panties, a tank top, and a rosary. I think I only saw 
her outside of C Tower a few times, and each time I did, 
I was shocked to see her with clothes on."

Liu Si smiled, a little, and Amy laughed, but Lola shook 
her head. "I'm serious. She would sleep with her door 
open, and no blankets, so if you had to go in to get her 
for something, her whole ass would be hanging out."

Amy laughed harder, and Karen finally cracked a smile. 
"It was quite shocking for an innocent little thing like 
me." Lola proclaimed. "She smoked clove cigarettes and 
plucked her mustache in the bathroom. Looking back, she 
was kinda gross. But at the time, she was like this wise 
woman. I asked her about all kinds of stuff. It was from 
her I learned I could use my electric toothbrush as a 
vibrator, almost."

To me, this seemed like very embarrassing stuff, but 
Lola was successful in drawing the girls in. She went 
on. "But the swim team was what really turned my head 
around. Here I was, in a group with about nine other 
girls, almost all of them gorgeous, spending a lot of 
time together, in swimsuits, in the showers, just close 
proximity, and I was horny as hell. 

Our coach actually WAS a lesbian, her name was Ms. 
Strom, and she was this 45-year old woman, short, squat, 
with a crew-cut. There was only one girl on the squad 
who was over 150 pounds, and even though her name was 
Shelley, they called her "The Whale." All of the other 
girls were leggy, gorgeous, and they knew it."

Amy had snorted at the whale comment, and I shot her a 
stern look, but she was already looking contrite. Lola 
counted on her fingers. "So, all-girls dorm, naked RA, 
sexy swim team, and boys were the enemy. Boys stared at 
you, lied to you, hit on you, got you pregnant. Boys 
were bad. And I was so lonely and horny I thought I 
would explode." Her face was red, but she bravely 
continued. "Masturbation got me through the first year, 
but in my second year, I started getting more reckless."

"My roommates were nice to me, and I started to think 
that they were my friends. They took me to parties, they 
got me home safe after I got sloshed, they seemed funny 
and exciting. They always told me how much fun I had, 
even though I woke up on the floor in the bathroom more 
times than I can remember. I thought they were my kind 
of people, even though in the end, they turned out more 
like Doris." She sighed sadly.

"Two of the girls on my floor were sisters in the Delta 
Zeta sorority. Delta Zeta threw the best parties. They 
had a house off-campus, and it got pretty wild. 
Sometimes they would lay down hefty bags in the hallway, 
and pour out a bottle of baby oil and have Slip'n'Slide 
night, where you would run and then slide into a pile of 
couch cushions. They would throw Lingerie Parties, where 
to get in you had to be dressed in sexy lingerie. It 
would start as girls-only, but it quickly became co-ed 
once everybody started getting tipsy." 

Lola scratched her chin for a moment, and then went on. 
"I, um... when I started drinking, I started to get 
frisky. I was lonely and horny, and surrounded by 
beautiful girls, and it was just so easy. If I was at a 
party, and kissed another girl, I got a free drink or 
two. Guys (and some girls) would line up to buy me 
drinks, and I loved the attention. I was popular!" She 
stopped, looking ashamed.

Karen rubbed her hand, and she continued. "I never went 
much further than kissing or heavy groping, but still... 
I got a reputation as a party girl. There's a phenomena 
called "queer for a year" where sometimes college girls 
will focus sexually on other girls, both because being 
away from home makes them want to experiment, and 
because they feel it's safer than boys. I don't know. I 
just enjoyed the thrill of it, the attention, and of 
course, the booze. I was out of control."

"The Delta Zeta sorority was the place for slutty rich 
girls. They have a reputation as "Easy DZ's," and I'll 
bet if you researched all the G1rlz G0n3 W1ld videos, 
you'd find more DZ's than any other sorority. I wasn't 
rich, but after a few wild parties, I got invited to 
pledge. I declined. I didn't much see the need for it. 

"I had "friends," I was getting drunk, I didn't have 
time for the so-called community service, and besides, 
rumor had it that as the final part of initiation or 
hazing, all the girls pledging to DZ had to make a daisy 
chain on the basement floor." Lola blushed. "And that 
was further than I was prepared to go."

"Is that so bad?" Amy asked. "Flowers are nice."

Lola shook her head, blushing even harder. "In this 
context, a daisy chain is where a bunch of girls all 
sort of... sixty-nine in a line, so each girl is licking 
the one in front, and getting licked by the one behind." 
Amy's jaw dropped, and Liu Si swatted her gently before 
she could say anything.

Lola took a deep breath, and continued. "So here I was, 
in my sophomore year, getting drunk most nights, one way 
or another, regardless that I was underage, and cooped 
up with a bunch of party animals. I started making bad 
choices. I got more reckless at the parties, flirting 
harder, even taking clothes off sometimes. I can't tell 
you right now what I was thinking, but everybody told me 
I was having fun, and I believed them." She looked very 
shameful. "Really though, deep down, I wouldn't even 
admit to myself that I was miserable."

"You poor thing," Karen said, rubbing Lola's hand. Lola 
used her other hand to wipe her eyes. "I didn't start 
out that way, not at first, but the longer I did it, the 
easier and worse it got. My first semester I was 
President's List, then Dean's List, then my third 
semester I was a nobody. Being on the swim team may have 
bought me a little leeway, but I can't be sure. I was 
definitely trending downwards."

"It actually went on for almost two years. I still have 
no idea how I managed to keep my scholarship. My memory 
of the third semester is so dazed. I got kicked out of 
the library at least twice, I got left at a party by my 
so-called girls, and had to wander home so drunk I threw 
up in the letter tray of a public mailbox."

"Seriously?" Amy said, unable to stifle a giggle. Lola 
looked at her and cracked a smile herself. "Yeah. 
Definitely NOT my proudest moment. I feel bad for the 
poor mailman who had to deal with that the next day. But 
I think my worst moment, my loneliest, most miserable 
night of my life, was on the Swim Bus. I decided to try 
the Backseat Express." 

Lola's voice was getting dry. She cleared her throat, 
and looked at me, but before she could ask I jumped up 
and went to the kitchen for something for her to drink. 
I grabbed a bottle of iced tea and came back in time to 
hear Karen ask what the Backseat Express was.

"It's really embarrassing." Lola said, gratefully taking 
the bottle of tea from my outstretched hand. "I've 
literally never told anyone about this, ever. This is my 
deepest, darkest secret."

"You don't have to tell us if it's that bad." Karen 
said, clutching her hand. "We've already forgiven you. 
You can let it go."

"No, I have to." Lola said. "I have to explain this if 
I'm going to make it right." She took a drink of tea, 
and tried to collect her thoughts.

"We... You could..." She faltered, and tried again. 
"When we would go places as the swim team, we would 
usually take one of the university's vehicles, one of 
those big 15-passenger vans, the kind churches or 
schools use. We used to refer to it as the Swim Bus. 
Some of the trips to other schools took a few hours. 
Usually Ms. Strom would drive, and we would either talk 
or sleep, or whatever." 

Lola cleared her throat and took another sip of tea. "Of 
the ten of us, four were acknowledged as bisexual or 
flat-out lesbian. It wasn't a secret, at least not among 
us. I think when this happened there were three bi, one 
full-on dyke, not counting Ms. Strom."

Everyone was hanging off her every word. She looked 
utterly ashamed of herself, but bravely went on. "When 
we were coming back from somewhere further away, 
especially as we approached winter break, it would get 
dark, and we would be riding at night. The bi and 
lesbian girls started something called the Backseat 
Express." Lola said. Another sip of tea.

"The way it worked was that once it got dark, anyone who 
was horny would move to the very very back seat and sit 
against the driver's side, keeping their right leg 
across the rest of the seat, like you're saving a seat 
for someone. One of the other girls would then slip back 
there and... finger you in the dark." Lola stammered. 
Amy gasped, and even Karen blinked.

"They said it was just a quick way to get off, if you 
were stressed or busy, or wanted no-strings orgasms, and 
dealing with a boyfriend was just too annoying, or 
whatever. They made it sound guilt-free and totally 
discreet, like the female equivalent of a glory hole or 
something." 

I could tell that not everyone in the room knew what a 
glory hole was, but Lola kept talking. "It had been 
started by the girls on the team who liked girls, 
obviously, but it was open to anyone or so they said. 
You'd have Ms. Strom driving, and usually Shelley would 
be sitting in the shotgun seat talking to her, and the 
rest of us would be sleeping or listening to Walkmans or 
whatever."

She wiped her eyes. "So one night, right towards the end 
of the semester, literally our last meet or intermural 
practice before winter break, I was feeling horny and 
reckless, and decided to give it a try. As we got in the 
van that night, I went all the way to the back, and put 
my leg out." Lola's voice broke, and she put her head 
down. Karen reached for her hand and held it.

"In the dark, someone snuck back before too long, and I 
felt a hand creeping up my leg. I was tense, and almost 
queasy with what I thought was excitement, but I quickly 
realized that I was terrified. I suddenly didn't want to 
do this anymore, but I was too embarrassed to say 
anything. I shut my eyes so I wouldn't accidentally see 
who it was, in passing headlights or streetlights. Thank 
God I left my shoe on." She mumbled.

"Your shoe?" Amy asked. "Did you kick her?"

Lola shook her head. "No, it was... If you took your 
shoe off, in the backseat, it meant that you wanted full 
insertion, like fingers and all. If you left your shoe 
on, it meant you just wanted diddled, like they would 
just rub your clit. That way when they felt their way 
back in the dark, nobody would have to talk, they would 
know what you wanted without making a sound." Lola shook 
her head. 

"The minute I felt that hand on my ankle, I started 
feeling sick, like something was very wrong. I went from 
being horny and excited to being scared and ashamed of 
myself almost instantly, but my companion was already 
sitting on the edge of the seat, putting her hand down 
my sweatpants, and since my leg was behind her, I was 
stuck with my legs spread, while she touched me."

"I was too scared and embarrassed to say anything, and I 
didn't even think to push her hands away in the dark. It 
was like I was too mortified to even move." Lola wept 
softly. "It was as if her touch snapped me out of it. 
What started as me being reckless, selfish, and stupid 
suddenly turned into me being ashamed, terrified, and 
sick to my stomach. I KNEW this wasn't right. I KNEW 
this was a stupid idea that I should have avoided." Lola 
sighed.

"Was that rape?" Liu Si asked, looking upset.

After a moment, Lola shook her head. "I don't think it 
counts. I PUT myself in a situation like that, nobody 
forced me. I did change my mind, yes, but only when it 
was too late. It would be like jumping off of a cliff 
and then deciding that I didn't WANT to hit the ground. 
I don't get to say I'm a victim if I basically did it to 
myself." She looked tired.

"So what happened?" Amy asked, Karen nodded.

Lola wiped her eyes again. "I was so ashamed that I 
couldn't decide what to do, or how to get out of it. I'm 
surprised whoever-she-was didn't notice something was up 
because I was dry as a bone, suddenly not horny at all. 
I was petrified. I put up with it for a minute, as long 
as I could stand it, then grabbed her wrist and huffed a 
few breaths funny, as if I were having a silent orgasm, 
and she took her hand away and went back to her seat. I 
pulled my leg in, curled into the fetal position, and 
cried silently, making sure not to sniffle or sob."

Karen had silent tears of her own rolling down her 
cheeks. Lola didn't look at her, but continued. "I went 
back to the dorm, took a shower as hot as I could stand 
it, and went to bed, where I mostly cried all night." 
She wiped her nose. "I had no one to blame but myself, 
really. I was so miserable, and even lonelier than 
before. All I could think about was how ashamed Mom and 
Dad would be. About how ashamed I was."

Lola sat up straighter. "THEN, as if that wasn't enough 
all by itself, the DZ house threw its end-of-the-
semester party at the end of that week. Their usual 
pattern was to make up a name that was either rhyming or 
alliterative. "Greek Week" or "Drink or Drown" or 
"Lingerie Keg Par-tay," anything trying to be clever. 
The party's theme was "Do it or Rue it," and they said 
they were having a membership drive, and if we didn't 
join, we'd always wish we had, because after this party, 
we were locked out. Something like that. Meanwhile, 
music, booze, attractive people, all the things people 
go to parties for." Lola cleared her throat.

"So here's me, feeling guilty, and dirty, and ashamed of 
myself, and they announce they're having a big party. I 
couldn't wait to go get plastered, to try to forget all 
of my turmoil." Lola said, but then focused on us. "Let 
me tell you something. People think that drinking helps 
you forget your problems, but it only lasts while you're 
drunk, and honestly, you can't stay drunk all that long. 
Your problems will still be there when you sober up. 
Only now you're broke and hungover."

I had always thought that as well. A few hours of 
expensive temporary amnesia didn't sound like a solution 
to anything. I nodded, and Lola smiled at me, just for a 
moment.

"So I went to the party. And I got completely blasted. 
They had what they called an ice luge, where they get a 
big block of ice and carve a twisty channel in it, and 
then they make you kneel at the bottom of it, and they 
would pour your drink down the channel, and the ice gets 
it really cold. I couldn't get enough." Lola admitted.

There was a quiet moment while she chose her next words. 
"What I didn't know was that "Do it or Rue it" meant 
that they were planning to blackmail or embarrass the 
girls who got invited to pledge, but didn't. I don't 
think there were very many of us, but there had to have 
been a few." Lola took another sip of tea. 

"My dorm mates had been telling me that the top girl in 
this chapter of the sorority was pissed at me ever since 
the "Beach Bunny Bikini Bash" when I stumbled outside 
and threw up on the hood and front bumper of her Miata 
convertible. I think THAT was when I actually got 
invited to pledge, because they could really mistreat me 
if I let them. As a guest, there wasn't much they could 
do besides throw me out and ban me from future parties, 
but she wanted revenge. I can't remember if her name was 
Cassandra or Carissa." Lola mused.

"So anyway, I go, I get drunk, I get frisky, I get 
sloppy, I get carried home. It was my usual destructive 
pattern, but this time, I was a motivated drinker. I got 
BOMBED." Lola shook her head. "It was the last day of 
classes, and I figured I had no reason to hold back. Of 
course I was wrong."

"Uh, oh." Karen said. Lola wiped her eyes and nodded. 
"As you may have guessed, I wasn't thinking straight, 
and I forgot a few important details. First, as a first 
or second year student, you're not allowed to have a 
vehicle on campus. Dad was coming to pick me up. Second, 
I was getting completely smashed the night before I 
would have to spend a few hours riding in a car with 
Dad. And three, Cassandra or whatever her name was hated 
me, and she was in charge of a party in which I had been 
behaving in my usual fashion."

Lola paused for a moment to let the doom sink in.

"I and my roommates were awakened by Dad hammering on 
the door of our room. When Krista opened the door to see 
what was up, she found not only Dad spitting mad, but 
about a dozen Polaroid's had been glued to the door. You 
can probably guess what they were of." Lola sighed. "Me 
drinking, me kissing other girls, me with my top mostly 
off, all the most embarrassing, incriminating moments of 
the last party. 

"There was even a picture of me passed out and some guy 
dangling his testicles near my face. Dad was livid. 
Absolutely beside himself. But he didn't yell. He was 
almost purple in the face, but he didn't raise his 
voice. He just pulled all of the pictures off the door 
and thrust them at Krista," Lola said, her throat tight.

"He said. "Throw this garbage away, and tell Dolores 
Klemp that the car going to her home is leaving in ten 
minutes, whether or not she is in it." and he stormed 
off. I staggered around, trying to cram my clothes in a 
bag, all while my head was pounding, and I felt like I 
was dying. When I got down to the car, he wouldn't look 
at me. I got in, but he wouldn't talk to me either. He 
just drove home as if I weren't even in the car." Lola 
was staring at the floor. Karen had her hand over her 
mouth, and both Amy and Liu Si looked heartbroken.

Lola took a deep breath, and looked at the ceiling, as 
if trying not to cry. "I'll never know exactly what he 
thought when he got there to pick me up and saw the 
pictures on the door. I looked like a drunken whore. He 
had to have been so disappointed in me. I had to have 
been a bigger letdown than Doris had been." Lola wiped 
her nose and looked at her fingers. 

"I know he didn't tell Mom. I tried to apologize once I 
was home, but he wouldn't speak to me. It took a long 
time for our relationship to get anywhere close to 
normal. The first two weeks I was home, I don't think he 
said ten words to me." She sighed.

"We never did talk about it. He forbade me to speak of 
it, and I never brought it up again. I never did get to 
apologize, to try to ask for his forgiveness. In another 
year, he had a stroke in his sleep, and he was gone." 

Lola suddenly sobbed, and covered her mouth. Tears 
practically squirted out of her eyes, so sudden and 
violent was her grief. Karen pulled her in close, almost 
roughly, and held her as she cried. Amy and Liu Si 
jumped up and hugged onto any part of Lola they could 
reach. It took a few minutes, but she managed to get 
herself under control. Amy and Liu Si sat at her feet, 
as she continued to talk.

"Please understand that I have a lot of baggage, 
emotionally speaking," She whispered to Karen, before 
taking a final drink of tea and getting her voice back. 
"My shame of the Backseat Express and the party 
pictures, and indeed my behavior in general leading up 
to that morning with Dad, was all twisted up inside of 
me. I had this..." She made a grasping gesture close to 
her heart, "this KNOT of pain, and shame, and self-
hatred. Even though I've been attracted to other women 
since then, I've always fought it down, making excuses. 

"I blamed the alcohol, because I was more likely to do 
it when I was drunk, even though I conveniently ignored 
the fact that I was getting drunk a LOT, I sought it 
out. I wasn't able to admit to myself that it was a part 
of me. I wasn't able to see it any other way than bad, 
that it was wrong of me to have those feelings. That it 
meant there was something wrong with me."

Karen shook her head, unable to speak, so full of 
emotion. Lola nodded. "I know. I know it now." She took 
a deep breath and tried to wipe her nose. I got up and 
grabbed the little box of Kleenex, giving it to her.

"When I kissed you, it was different. It was because 
I've grown so close to you. It was because I am 
attracted to you, because I need you. I kissed you for 
the right kinds of reasons to kiss someone." Lola said, 
staring into Karen's eyes. "But I was afraid, and all my 
old guilt kicked in. All those pent-up feelings of self-
hatred, all that misery. I don't know what to say other 
than that I'm sorry. The kisses you shared with me were 
pure, and beautiful, but I ran away because I was still 
punishing myself for years ago. It was the wrong thing 
to do. THEN was shameful and wrong. NOW is honest and 
loving."

Lola turned to me. "When you came out to my house, I was 
ripping myself apart inside, and when you told me about 
you and your sisters, you basically presented a new 
target for abuse. I poured all of my fear and disgust 
and guilt into my attack on you. A lot of what I was 
feeling was directed at me, but you became the scapegoat 
for my negative... explosion. I'm sorry."

I smiled warmly. "Already forgiven."

Lola turned back to Karen, who looked like someone who 
really wanted to be happy, but didn't feel it was the 
right time for it. "I'm sorry I ran away. I know now how 
brave it was of you to reach out, and I wish I hadn't 
done that in response."

Karen bit her lip, and shook her head. "It's ok."

"It's not ok. I screwed up, because I AM screwed up. I 
had a momentary outbreak of crazy guilt, and I took it 
out on all of you. I'm sorry."

Karen cleared her throat, reached up to Lola's cheek, 
and pulled her in for the tiniest of kisses. Lola looked 
like she had been wandering in the dark, and suddenly 
someone turned on the light. Surprised and delighted. 
"You... you still like me?" She asked, almost joking.

"I love you." Karen told her sincerely. "That doesn't 
change just because of a misunderstanding, even if it 
WAS a really bad one. I'm still on your side."

Lola just stared at her, as if she were dying of thirst, 
and looking at Karen was like a drink of water. "I don't 
deserve this." She mumbled, almost in disbelief.

"What?" Karen asked.

"I basically flipped out, hurt everybody, and just like 
that, you forgive me." Lola said. I was already shaking 
my head. "Remember what I told you? If we forgive you, 
then YOU have to forgive yourself. It's part of the 
deal."

Lola opened her mouth as if to argue, but Amy spoke up 
from her seat on the floor, her voice droll and flat. 
"Think about it. Do you feel bad?"

Lola gave her a look of mild surprise. "Of course I do."

Amy tilted her head and speared Lola with a squinty 
look. "As people who love you, what would we have to 
gain from making or letting you feel bad? As people who 
love you, SHOULD we want you to feel bad? Is that what 
love is like?"

Lola swallowed, and shook her head. Amy got to her 
knees. "Then stop feeling bad. You're not doing it for 
us. Right now you're wasting time that we could be 
celebrating, and hugging and kissing. It's time to feel 
good."

Lola wiped her eyes, and chuckled, trying to smile at 
Amy. "Always forgive the person you love, if they love 
you." Amy said, as if quoting scripture. Then she leaned 
forward and threw her arms around Lola.

And, just like that, everything was ok again. It's hard 
to describe. Even after Lola made her feelings known to 
me at her house, I was still nervous as to how it was 
going to go with the girls, but now... it was all good. 
Everybody was hugging, and laughing, and talking over 
each other, and crying just a *little* more, because we 
were all kinda keyed up, but the wounds were closed. 
Figuratively speaking of course, I mean my face took a 
few days to heal, but life was once again good and 
bright.

We had leftovers and random junk from the freezer for 
supper, and we all lounged in the living room and ate 
off paper plates. Chicken nuggets and peirogies and 
garlic bread and celery sticks (w/dip), and microwaved 
baby carrots. Most of us ate a little too much, and we 
got crumbs from the garlic bread everywhere, but life 
was good, and we were celebrating after all.

I don't think Lola let me or Karen out of her sight for 
more than a minute all night, as if she stopped looking 
at us or talking to us, or holding our hands, we'd 
vanish. As it was she and Karen held hands most of the 
evening, and we talked and talked and talked.

We filled her in on all of the little things she'd been 
missing, about Amy and Liu Si at the 01ive G4rd3n, about 
the conversation in the hospital, when we decided that 
we wanted her to be part of us, in every way. Karen 
described her gradual attraction to Lola, until she knew 
it was the real thing. Lola just looked so happy. She 
sat between Karen and me and just held our hands 
tightly.

Inevitably, the talk turned to the subject of sex. She 
blushed at first, but seeing as how we were comfortable 
with it, she began to relax.

"So what do you guys DO?" she asked, a little nervous at 
first.

"Well, " I said. "We just kinda do what we like."

"Will and Karen do oral and intercourse and use their 
hands, and they're both really good at it." Amy rattled 
off, not blushing a bit. "Me and Hu Die do oral and 
hands, plus Will got us this tiiiiny little strap-on 
that gets used a little bit. Mostly on me." Liu Si 
grinned and blushed. "Hu Die and Will have done some 
oral, and some hands, and she still won't teach me her 
techniques." 

Here, Amy stuck her tongue out at Liu Si, and continued. 
"Karen lets me do clean-up on her, and I LOVE that. Me 
and Will do oral and hands, and so far, I'm the only one 
who can deep throat him. We're waiting for intercourse 
for me, yawn, but Will owes me anal, which I plan to 
collect before too much longer." She pretended to give 
me a pointed stare.

Lola was agog. "All that?" She looked around at all of 
us. "Jeezus Cripes!"

Karen was trying to judge if Lola was upset. "Maybe we 
shouldn't have dropped that on you all at once." But 
Lola shook her head.

"No, I mean... just, wow!" Lola said, her face still 
blushing. She looked at Amy in shock. "YOU deep throat 
him?" Amy nodded sharply, her ponytail bouncing, full of 
smug pride. "AND you want anal?" Lola asked again. Amy 
grinned bigger, and nodded again.

"You're a crazy person!" Lola said, almost with respect. 
Liu Si laughed. "That is what I say!" She giggled.

Lola took a deep breath, and let it out again. "It 
certainly seems like I've been missing out." She said, 
smiling gently. "And you said you ALL do oral?"

"Pretty much." Karen smiled, blushing. Lola looked 
closely at me. "And do you do it back?"

"Of course I do," I said, surprised. "Why wouldn't I? 
What kind of question was that?"

Lola bit her lip. Biiiiiiiig puppy-dog eyes. "(asshole) 
wouldn't do that. He said it was disgusting. He wanted 
me to suck him, of course, but for him to go down on me, 
well, he'd put up a fight. The two times I begged and 
insisted, he made me go take a shower right then, and 
even after that, he made such a big deal about how 
disgusted he was, that I couldn't even begin to enjoy 
it. He never did it for more than thirty seconds, and 
then he would get up and go gargle with mouthwash. He 
REALLY made me feel disgusting."

Amy was pissed. "That jerk! We should go kick his ass!"

Liu Si patted Amy on the shoulder to calm her down. Lola 
looked at Karen and me. "So to hear that everybody gets 
oral, that certainly gives me a special thrill, because 
I've never really had that." Karen smiled at her.

"I'll admit, I don't know much about how to do it to 
another woman. Will is the expert on cunnilingus." Karen 
admitted.

"EX-CUSE me!" Amy waved her hand. "I think *I* could be 
considered something of an expert as well. I've done 
cleanup on YOU twice, and the first time, you passed 
out."

Lola was just looking back and forth at them like there 
was a tennis match. "She passed out?" She asked, her 
voice rising in pitch. Karen blushed.

"When Karen gets too fired up, she passes out. She cums, 
and then she goes." Amy giggled, and mimed falling over.

"Shut up." Karen said, embarrassed, kicking gently at 
Amy with her foot.

I couldn't stop grinning. Liu Si was hiding her face 
with her hand, but I could see she was smiling too. Lola 
was smiling at Karen, trying not to laugh herself.

"Not EVERY time," Karen said defensively, but Lola was 
patting her hand. "Honey, I'm not making fun of you, I'm 
jealous." She sighed. "When (asshole) and I were in 
love, I had a few pretty good ones, but I never passed 
out. I broke some furniture and some glassware, but 
that's about it."

"Glassware?" Liu Si asked, surprised. Lola nodded. "Two 
wineglasses and a faux Tiffany lamp. They were on the 
nightstand." Liu Si giggled.

Karen was still pretending to pout a little, so Lola 
leaned over and kissed her. Good gracious, it was hot. 
When they parted, Karen gave a little wriggle of 
happiness.

Lola held up a finger. "Now, twice you've mentioned 
'cleanup' as something you've done to Karen. What is 
that?" Lola asked, "Does it mean what I think it means?"

"It mean that when somebody makes Will cum, we like to 
lick him clean again." Liu Si said, matter-of-factly.

"Or when he cums inside Karen, we lick both of them 
clean." Amy said, smiling lasciviously. "You should try 
it."

Lola blushed hard. Very hard. "Well, I... I don't know 
if..." She stammered, and Karen shushed Amy.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." 
Karen said to her, her eyes sincere.

"It's the rules!" Amy jokingly insisted. Liu Si shook 
her head. "Not always. When he cums in your butt, I will 
not be sucking it out." She said flatly. Amy made a 
face, for a second, and then nodded. "Ok, fair enough."

Lola was still blushing. "It's not that I wouldn't do my 
share of this... "cleanup," but... it feels weird to be 
discussing this so openly." She said. "I'm SO not used 
to this."

I spoke up. "I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable." 
But she shook her head. "No, don't apologize, it's just 
that I think I'm getting stage fright. It's making me 
horny, but also a little terrified." She bit her lip.

The girls instantly shut up. Lola shook her head again, 
and reached out to each of them. "No, no, don't stop. I 
WANT to get used to this. This is very sexy. I feel like 
I've won the lottery or something, just... it's all kind 
of a shock. Forgive me."

Karen leaned over and kissed her cheek. Lola gave a 
happy shiver.

"Anyway, we volunteer to do cleanup for you. You know, 
when you and Will FINALLY make love." Amy said, and 
rubbed Lola's knee.

Lola leaned against me and shut her eyes. "I'm... I'm 
barely believing how happy I am right now, after being 
so low these past few days. This almost feels like a 
dream."

I nuzzled her ear. "How about this?" I murmured, and she 
shivered, hard. "Does this feel like a dream?"

"Oh God, yes," she whimpered, trying to get herself 
under control. Then, "OW!"

Amy had pinched her ankle. "How 'bout now?" She grinned 
wickedly. Liu Si swatted her, and Lola had to laugh.

"Let's talk about something else for a little bit, 
before I lose my mind." Lola chuckled.

"We could talk about what is in the box." Liu Si 
volunteered.

"Whose box?" Amy leered, and Liu Si pushed her over. 
"The box on the foot stand thing." Liu Si growled. 
"Bairen Egui." (white devil)

"Oh, crap, I completely forgot!" I blurted, and went to 
disentangle from Lola, but she pouted and wouldn't let 
me get up. "Nnnno!" She grunted, her voice tiny. Karen 
laughed.

Liu Si hopped up and ran to the kitchen, returning 
carefully a moment later with a table knife from the 
silverware drawer, you know, the blunt kind that gets 
used as a screwdriver more often than as a knife. She 
pulled the box off the ottoman and sat, the box mostly 
in her lap.

"It is from Humbert Consultation Services, LLC." She 
announced. We were all surprised, I think. Liu Si began 
sawing at the packing tape, but it was the kind with the 
threads in it, so it took forever. Finally she got it 
open.

"It is full of goodies!" She crowed, and started pulling 
out hats, sport bottles, a Frisbee, little squeezy-light 
key rings, all with the company name and logo on it, the 
logo being HCS connected, like CNN does, only a little 
clumsier.

"I think this means your father's company has publicly 
launched." Lola said, as more branded crap was revealed 
from the box. Chip clips, magnets, a band-aid dispenser, 
and finally a windshield scraper. Liu Si fished in the 
bottom of the box, and came up with a big manila 
envelope. "This is for you." She handed it to Lola.

Upon opening it, Lola found it to be full of documents, 
plus two clippings, one from a prominent business 
magazine, and one from a Detroit newspaper, both 
discussing Dad's company, and both being pretty positive 
about it. The magazine described the consulting firm as 
a "new-born powerhouse," and the newspaper listed some 
of their new clients, several of which I had heard of. 
Way to go, Dad, I guess. Good for him.

"Excellent." Lola said, the documents in the envelope 
momentarily turning her back into an adult. "This is 
exactly what I needed. You guys are set."

"Set?" Karen asked, "Set how?"

"With the estate work done, if something ever happens to 
your Dad, you'll keep the house, and the car, and the 
land, and such. His assets will safely become yours, 
with a minimum of loss and taxes and stuff." She said, 
reading quickly over a few of the documents. "Excellent. 
This was the last of it, so it's done now." She put the 
papers back in the envelope and sighed happily.

Amy and Liu Si were both wearing hats by now, and Liu Si 
was squeezing a keying, making a spot of light appear 
intermittently on Amy's chest. Amy spun the Frisbee idly 
on her finger. "So when are you guys going to do it?" 
Amy asked, watching Lola's face.

Lola's jaw dropped, and Karen kicked Amy gently in the 
butt. "Be polite." Karen said firmly.

"I, uh... I haven't given it much thought." Lola said, 
glancing at me sidelong.

"Liar." I murmured fondly. She elbowed me. "We'll see. 
Not tonight, how's that?" She said to Amy. "Tonight is 
just a celebration of being back in the family."

Amy nodded, if not fully satisfied, then at least quiet 
about it. Karen kissed the back of Lola's hand. "We're 
glad to have you back," she said softly.

"Darling, I don't even know enough words to express how 
much *I* love *you* guys," Lola said.

Lola spent the rest of the evening lounging between me 
and Karen, all three of us enjoying the closeness. At 
one point, Lola got up to pee, and Karen practically 
dove into my lap, kissing me for all she was worth. "You 
brought her back!" She whispered, delight shining in her 
eyes like I was looking at the sun. "I love you so 
much!"

"I didn't do that much," I tried to defer, indicating 
Amy. "Amy kicking her ass snapped her out of it."

"But you went back and talked her down," Karen said, 
"I'm so proud of you. You brought her back to us."

Amy was nodding. "I was just trying to hurt her 
feelings. You're the one who actually told her we still 
cared about her. Loved her, even." She patted my knee. 
"You get the credit."

"Thanks EVER so much," I said drolly, and Amy grinned. 
Karen, meanwhile, was still in my lap. "I love you so 
much. If I didn't have a feeling that she's going to 
need you in a day or so, I'd fuck your brains out 
tonight!"

"In a day or so?" I murmured, trying to keep my voice 
down in case Lola came back quickly. Heck, we WERE 
talking about her. Karen nodded. "She's not going to 
jump you tonight, she said, but I KNOW she's tired of 
waiting. Now that we've convinced her that it's ok to 
love us, she needs what we're offering. She's been alone 
too long."

"I believe it," I said, and kissed Karen again, just 
because she was in my arms, and I love her, and kissing 
her is fun. When we parted, she rolled her eyes happily 
and sighed. "I'm so happy." She told me. "This is 
great!" she finished with a growl, like the cereal 
tiger.

Amy and Liu Si were both smiling at me too. "Is this 
going to be one of those things that everyone wants to 
thank me for?" I asked, pretending to be nervous.

"What do YOU think?" Liu Si asked, even as Amy drawled 
"Uh huh."

"Well, save him for Lola," Karen said softly to them.

"I like how *I* get a choice," I teased. "Like I'm a 
commodity to be traded."

Karen DID give me a look of concern, as if she was 
worried that she'd over-stepped some boundary, but I 
gave her a smile and a squeeze. "Just kidding. I'm glad 
we can all share," I said sincerely.

Lola returned, looking happy, but drained. Like if she 
wasn't so tired, she'd be skipping. "Uh oh, did I lose 
my seat?" she joked. Karen scooted over. "Just keeping 
him warm for you." She smiled.

"How do you know I meant *him*?" Lola said shyly, and 
took Karen's hand. I LOVE it when girls flirt at each 
other. Amy and Liu Si, and now Lola and Karen. Love it, 
love it, love it.

Karen rose to her feet, and Lola and she shared a very 
close hug. When they sat, Lola was once again between 
us. I put my arm around Lola's shoulders, and rubbed the 
back of Karen's neck. Everybody was happy.

Soon, it seemed, my eyes were getting heavy, we'd almost 
run out of things to talk about, and Liu Si and Amy had 
already yawned at each other like five times. Lola 
stirred.

"As much as I want tonight to never, ever end, I haven't 
slept the past two nights, and I'm wayyyyy overdue." She 
sighed, and stretched. "For now, I think I need to go 
home."

"Awwwww," Karen said, sleepy herself, I could tell.

"You don't HAVE to go home." Amy said. "You could sleep 
oooovvver." She finished in a singsong, smiling smugly 
at Lola.

Lola reached out and touched her cheek softly, but shook 
her head with a smile. "Not tonight, sweet pea." Amy and 
Liu Si both pouted at her.

We managed to stand, and She and Karen shared a very 
close, very long hug, and at the end, they kissed. A 
little hesitantly at first, oh so very soft, lips just 
barely touching, but then they shared a deeper kiss, and 
my penis jumped just watching them.

They parted reluctantly. "Ooh!" Lola sighed. "You are a 
GOOD kisser!"

Karen smiled knowingly. "Well, I learned from Will, and 
he learned from you, so there you go."

Liu Si and Amy had both hopped up by this point. "Us 
next?" Amy chirped. Lola looked at them both in 
surprise, but gave it a shot. She leaned down with her 
eyes closed and her lips pursed, but the Itty Bitty 
Titty Committee darted in and each kissed her on the 
cheek.

"Come back soon!" Liu Si said happily.

"We're saving Will for you!" Amy announced. 

Lola blinked, and blushed. I spoke up. "Apparently 
chivalry isn't dead."

Lola gave a nervous giggle, and tried to pick them both 
up in a bear hug.

As she turned to me, I put my arms out, but she reached 
out with a finger and tapped me on the chest. "You drove 
me here, remember? Are you driving me home?"

"Of course," I said, dropping my arms. She smiled 
wickedly at me, and strutted to the kitchen.

"Good night, Lola!" "We love you!" The girls called, as 
I followed her out through the kitchen, to the porch. 
Once on the porch, she stopped, and looked back past me, 
as if checking for spectators.

"C'mere!" She whispered conspiratorially. "I wanted to 
talk to you!"

In the dark, she led me over to one of the big 
Adirondack chairs we have. "What did you want to-" I 
began, but once I was standing in front of the chair, 
she pushed me firmly with her fingertips, until I was 
forced to sit. "Consider this a down payment." She 
purred.

She climbed into my lap, straddling me, left leg first, 
then her right. She pulled up her sweater a little, and 
settled her pelvis directly against mine. It felt 
goooooood.

Granted, I was wearing pants and underwear, and she was 
wearing leggings, but I'm sure I could feel the heat 
from her body, right where it mattered most.

She wrapped her hands around my head, her thumbs 
caressing my cheeks (careful of the scratch), her 
fingertips brushing my earlobes, and she lifted my chin 
gently.

"I. Love. You," she vowed, and kissed me. Hard. Her 
tongue danced into my mouth, ticking my lips, prodding 
my tongue into battle.

My hands found her thighs, then slid up under her 
sweater to cup her ass, one cheek grabbed hungrily in 
each of my hands. She gasped as I grabbed her, and I 
squeezed them, kneaded them, pulled them gently apart 
and held them, used my grip to pull her closer, grinding 
her pelvis against me.

I couldn't tell who was having more fun, me or her. I 
was fondling her and grinding my newly made erection 
bulge against her soft parts, but she was caressing my 
face and basically making love to my mouth with her 
mouth.

After a far too short minute, she broke the kiss. "God!" 
she whimpered, throwing her head back. "I don't want 
this to ever end, but I'm exhausted."

I eased up on her butt, but I did not take my hands 
away. She looked down at me. "I want to do this, for 
real, when I'm rested and have plenty of energy. You 
deserve better than a sleepy fuck. *I* deserve better."

"I don't know," I said honestly, although out of breath. 
"A sleepy fuck still sounds good."

"Mmmmm," she purred. "You're right. But still, I want 
our first time to be free of limitations."

I grinned. "That sounds even better."

Resignedly, she climbed down off of me, and I re-
adjusted my hard-on so it wasn't right against the 
zipper. "Uh oh." She said, noticing. "Sorry."

"It's ok." I told her and climbed unsteadily to my feet.

"Do you think Armando the sexy houseboy could drive me 
home?" She asked, teasingly.

In answer, I reached back, grabbed the collar of my 
shirt, and pulled it off over my head with a flourish. 
"Eet would be of my pleasures." I said. She giggled, and 
took my arm.

"Have you ever tried a Parazuelan Kees?" I asked, and 
she giggled more and shook her head.

"Eet is like dee French Kees, only... sout of de 
border." I drawled, and she elbowed me, laughing 
completely now.

"I've always wanted to learn the lambada." Lola said, as 
we stepped down off the porch. (We weren't walking very 
fast, enjoying the moment.)

"Si? Dee forbeedden, phonay-balonay fake dance?" I 
asked, my accent getting thicker.

"Yes, that one!" Lola released my arm and took a step in 
front of me. "Like this?" She asked, looking over her 
shoulder.

She shuffled a few steps, kind of in a locomotion, 
hitching her sweater higher, inch-by-inch, step by step, 
until her butt was exposed, the leggings hugging her 
every curve tightly.

"Mmm!" I said, dropping the Armando act entirely. "You 
know what's going to happen if you tease me?"

"What?" she fluttered her eyelashes at me innocently, 
then wiggled her butt.

"You'll be glad you did." I smiled. She laughed, but 
didn't put her sweater down. She cha-cha-ed to the car, 
and spun around.

I stepped up close to her, effectively pinning her to 
the car with my erection bulge, and I put my arms around 
her. She twisted against me gently, back and forth. 
"Mmmmmm," she purred. We kissed again, more gently this 
time, our lips caressing. She bit my lower lip gently 
before pulling away. "Bad boy," she murmured, but she 
was smiling at me. She ground against my bulge one more 
time, and then slipped away.

It was a warm night, close and humid, heavy cloud cover 
blocking out the moon and stars, but seemingly without 
threat of rain. Just hanging there, keeping the heat in. 
I could feel sweat prickle down my back and I opened the 
driver's door.

"I love you." She said happily as I sat. I looked at 
her, and she seemed almost giddy, although still 
exhausted. The bags under her eyes had already begun to 
fade, perhaps from the exercise of smiling so much.

"I love you right back." I grinned, and she gave a happy 
little squeeze sound. She took a deep breath, and 
settled back in her seat. "I am having so much fun just 
saying that."

I was glad. "What time are you coming over tomorrow?" I 
asked, starting the car.

"Well, due to my past two sleepless nights, I plan to 
try to sleep in as much as I can, so, maybe ten or 
eleven?" She said.

I drove out to her house, and made the loop around the 
house, into the driveway.. As I did, I began to hear a 
high-pitched mechanical squealing sound, like a bad 
alternator or water pump. Concerned that the Mustang was 
getting sick, I stopped the car and lowered my driver's 
side window, but the sound was now identifiable as 
coming from my left, from Lola's house.

"What's..." I asked, listening, and Lola sighed. 
"Dammit." She got out of the car and trudged over to the 
side of the house, where the HVAC unit sat between two 
short juniper hedges. 

She used her new HCS keychain flashlight to illuminate 
the bottom corner of the unit, revealing a huge glob of 
ice, glistening, clumped onto the bottom corner of the 
device where the little pipe thingy should have been 
coming out.

"My A/C has frozen up." She said, disappointment in her 
voice. "It's got a bad compressor or something, so when 
the weather gets really hot, it clogs and freezes up."

The noise was very shrill. "Is that dangerous?" I 
called. She shook her head and trudged back over to me, 
bending way down to kiss me. "It just means I have to 
turn it off until it thaws. No air conditioning for me 
tonight." Another kiss. "Mmm." she purred again.

"Wanna come back and sleep over after all?" I asked, 
breathless. "Please?"

She chuckled. "No, because we won't actually get very 
much sleep, now will we?" She kissed me again, her 
tongue sliding against mine. "And I need some rest. 
Badly."

"O.K." I said, as sadly as I could, and she pouted. "You 
poor thing. Here's another down payment."

Grabbing my left hand off the steering wheel, she 
slipped it up underneath her sweater and thrust her 
right breast into my palm. Pressing my hand firmly 
against her breast, she wiggled her torso until I 
thought to grab on. 

Stunned, but happy, I gave it a squeeze, eliciting a 
moan from her. "Oh! Very strong!" she sighed. She showed 
no signs of removing my hand, so I continued to squeeze 
and knead her breast, trying in vain to find her nipple 
with my thumb, but I think her bra defeated me there.

I played happily for a few moments, then removed my 
hand. She grinned at me. "Good for now?" she asked, a 
little out of breath herself.

"Maybe a little worse, actually," I smiled, and she 
blushed. "Yeah, me too." She leaned down to kiss me, and 
then almost jogged towards the house, as if afraid she 
was going to change her mind. "Goodnight!" She called 
back, and blew me a kiss before darting inside.

I was so horny I almost squeezed the steering wheel into 
a different shape. As I backed out of her driveway, I 
heard the A/C shut off. It's gonna be a warm night for 
her, I thought ruefully. Me, I can't sleep if I'm too 
hot. Hopefully she's going to be comfortable enough to 
get that rest.

I got home to find the girls had cleaning up the living 
room, and were upstairs preparing for bed. The IBTC were 
brushing their teeth in the bathroom, Liu Si wearing an 
old t-shirt as a nightgown, Amy in blue satin panties. I 
found Karen lounging on my bed in her pajamas, a soft 
sports bra and striped bikini cut panties. "Welcome 
home," She said warmly.

I looked her over hungrily. I was quite horny after 
Lola's farewells. "Hello yourself," I growled.

"Hey," She tried to soothe me, getting to her feet and 
walking closer. "You're saving up for Lola, remember?"

"Put on some clothes and say that," I said, shucking off 
my clothes. "Otherwise, get back in that bed. I am SO 
horny right now, I don't know if I CAN wait."

Karen gave me a commiserating pout, but held out her 
arms for a hug. "I know you can wait." She said simply. 
"I didn't mean to tempt you, I just wanted to thank you 
again for bringing her back to us."

I hugged her close, enjoying her scent, her warmth, her 
softness. I sighed.

We shared a brief kiss. "Take this feeling and USE it." 
She said, grinning at me. "When you and Lola get 
together, give it everything you've got."

"I always do." I smiled, and she blushed. "I know."

Amy and Liu Si came in, holding hands, and gave me 
goodnight kisses. Liu Si noticed my half erection in my 
boxer briefs before Amy did, and shook it solemnly, like 
a handshake, before laughing.

Amy swatted her on the butt, and together, they ran off 
giggling. Karen kissed me again, and then went to her 
room.

I lay back and tried to calm myself into a restful 
state. I didn't know what tomorrow would metaphorically 
bring, but I sure felt optimistic.

Very optimistic indeed...

***
Chapter 14 - Piso Mojado/Welcome Home/DVD Special 
Features
***

My dreams that night were a little jumbled. In one, I 
dreamed I was a plow horse, pulling a heavy plow across 
a dry field, and behind me, the earth was springing into 
life, flowers, wheat, trees full of fruit appearing 
fully formed in seconds. In another dream, I was some 
kind of armored bank truck driver, and I was protecting 
an egg, trying to get it from one place to another while 
it literally rained rocks. That one didn't make a whole 
lot of sense to me. 

I woke up in the morning and felt well-rested, even it 
though it didn't feel like I had slept that long. I felt 
like I'd just laid down, but I remembered having dreams, 
so I know I slept.

I got up, and got a shower early, and got dressed for 
the day. I heard Karen get up and use the restroom 
briefly, then head downstairs to make breakfast. Not a 
peep from Amy and Liu Si, but then again, it was like 
8:05, and they like to sleep late.

I headed downstairs, wearing basketball shorts, a 
sleeveless t-shirt, and sandals. Karen was in the 
kitchen, whipping up breakfast. Hash browns, toast, I 
could see eggs on the counter, she was preparing for 
some serious cookery.

She was wearing jean capri's, with a tank top and 
another open shirt over it. "Good morning!" she sang, 
getting out a spatula.

"Good morning." I smiled, settling down to watch her 
cook. "Did you sleep well?"

She blushed and shot me a look. "Well, yes. How quickly 
did you fall asleep?"

"Pretty quick, I think, why?" I asked. Something was up.

"You didn't hear anything?" She asked me, still 
blushing.

"What should I have heard?" I asked, my pulse 
quickening. I looked closely at her.

"Um, I asked Amy and Liu Si for a few pointers last 
night, after you went to bed." She smiled, looking a 
little sheepish.

"Seriously?" I laughed, shocked. She nodded. "I tapped 
on my door with them and asked if they could show me 
some things I could do to Lola, when the time comes." 
She grinned guiltily. "I had them come into my room so 
we would be less likely to wake you. I figured with your 
temporary abstinence, it would be unfair to be obvious 
about it."

I nodded, sighing. "I would have been in there like a 
shot." I vowed.

"I know." she soothed, "So they did things to each other 
while I watched and took mental notes."

"That sounds like fun." I pouted. "How did they 
respond?"

"Are you kidding? They LOVED it." She giggled. "Amy is 
happiest when she has an audience, you know that. And 
Liu Si likes to turn the tables on Amy and take control. 
They had a blast." She blushed again. "I learned a few 
things."

"Lucky you." I said, my lower lip out. Karen skipped 
around the kitchen island to kiss me. "I didn't let them 
do me, though, out of solidarity with you. They just 
licked and fingered each other silly, and then staggered 
back to their room to collapse."

I smiled. "I'll bet they were just happy to have an 
excuse." 

Karen nodded, smiling. She walked back over to the stove 
and expertly cracked an egg in the skillet, one-handed. 
"What time is Lola coming over today?" she asked. "I 
mean, I ASSUME she's coming over today."

"She is. She said she wanted to try to sleep in, because 
she's had no sleep at all these past two nights, so 
maybe ten or eleven." I said, trying to balance the salt 
shaker on edge.

"I miss her, even when I'm not imagining her naked." 
Karen mumbled, and I laughed. "Me too."

Karen finished making breakfast, even doing the toast, 
which is usually my job. We talked the whole time.

"I didn't really get a chance to ask you last night, 
what did you think about all that?" Karen asked.

"What?" I asked in return, wanting a more specific 
question. "Lola's past?"

"Yeah." Karen said sadly. "It sounds like she spent a 
lot of time hurt and lonely. Even after she got married, 
(the asshole) withheld things from her, including things 
she really wanted." She shook her head. "Even beyond 
motherhood, he wouldn't even *DO* her the way she 
wanted."

I nodded. "The good news is, WE get to work on fixing 
that. And I'll bet it's going to be fun. She deserves to 
be happy."

Karen looked down at the plates she had just finished 
filling. "I think we're ready. You wanna get the 
gruesome twosome?"

"Sure thing." I hopped up and got a serving spoon and 
the lid of our biggest pot, a Farberware dutch oven. 
Going to the base of the stairs, I shouted "COOOOOOOME 
AAAND GIT ITTTTT!" and whanged the spoon around inside 
the lid, like the dinner bell of some old cowboy chuck 
wagon. It was much louder than I had expected.

The moment I stopped, I could hear Karen in the kitchen. 
"Geez!"

Upstairs, there were several thumps, and a clunk, and I 
heard Amy stumble out through the bathroom. "What's 
wrong? Is there a fire?" She asked, wiping her eyes as 
she came to the top of the stairs, all her hair seeming 
to stick out from her head at ridiculous angles.

"No, there's a breakfast." I said, feeling a little 
sheepish now.

Amy sighed, and turned to go back in the bathroom, but 
almost ran into Liu Si in the doorway. "No emergency, 
Will's just being a boy." She shut the door behind her, 
and I went back into the kitchen. Karen was smiling, 
even if she looked a little annoyed too. "That was 
loud." she said.

I shrugged helplessly. "I didn't think it would be this 
loud." I put the lid on the counter. That would probably 
suck to be woken up like that, I thought. Oh well, live 
and learn.

I got out the juice and the milk, and took it into the 
dining room. Returning for glasses, I gave Karen a kiss. 
"I love you." I whispered. She seemed to glow happily. 
"I love you too!" she whispered back.

Liu Si walked in, wearing a different t-shirt nightgown, 
and silently got out silverware. "Good morning, 
gorgeous." I said, and she gave me a big eyes-shut 
smile.

I got my plate and headed into the dining room. Karen 
was doing something by the sink when Amy trudged in, 
wearing the t-shirt Liu Si had been wearing last night 
when I saw them brushing their teeth. Amy looked like 
she was still asleep. She simply grabbed a plate and 
headed for the dining room, her eyes barely open.

About halfway across the kitchen, Liu Si darted up 
behind her, reached up under her t-shirt, and shot her 
panties to her knees, effectively hobbling her. Amy 
stopped with a grunt, shrugged, shimmied a little until 
the panties fell to her ankles, then just stepped out of 
them and kept walking.

When she got to the dining room, she blew a raspberry at 
Liu Si, who giggled.

"Why is there lingerie in the middle of my kitchen?" 
Karen called.

"They fell off." Amy called, sleepily. "I'll get them on 
my next trip in."

Karen came in, rolling her eyes, and we sat down to 
breakfast.

"Everybody sleep well?" I asked pointedly, and Liu Si 
blushed. Amy looked at me, realized I already knew about 
the sex lesson, and nodded.

"We didn't disturb you, did we?" Amy asked, scratching 
her stomach. I shook my head, and she sighed in relief.

"I was afraid *somebody* got a little too loud." Amy 
said, not looking at Liu Si.

Liu Si dropped her toast and pointed at Amy. "That 
somebody was you!" She said defensively.

"I know!" Amy hissed, looking a little embarrassed. 
Karen laughed.

"Well, it was very educational. Thank you both." Karen 
said warmly.

"No need to thank me." Liu Si chirped, looking at Amy. 
Amy grinned sheepishly, and ate her breakfast.

I glanced at Liu Si, who was eating her breakfast with 
an air of smug self-satisfaction. "I take it you won?" I 
asked gently, and she blushed.

"It was not a contest," She said as soon as she had 
swallowed her bite, "but yes, I did."

"I demand a re-match." Amy mumbled, still blushing. 
Karen laughed, and patted Amy's hand. "I'm sure you'll 
get one."

"Sounds like I missed something really special." I said, 
disappointed.

Amy shook her head. "Don't worry. There'll be plenty of 
chances to catch up. You've got a higher purpose right 
now."

"You make it sound so spiritual," I smiled.

"Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me." Amy quoted, 
and I blushed. Liu Si looked a little lost, but Karen 
was laughing.

"You've made *me* cum so hard I saw God a few times." 
Karen giggled. "It's not very reverent, but it does seem 
applicable, at least a little bit."

"There was something about getting laid in green 
pastures, but I can't remember any more." Amy said, 
trying to keep a straight face. I had to laugh now.

"It's about sheep, not sex." I said, chuckling. Liu Si 
made a face. "I do not know what you are talking about, 
but it does not sound very good."

We ate the rest of our breakfast, just talking, having 
fun. After breakfast, Karen started the dishes, Amy and 
Liu Si started the laundry, and I... twiddled my thumbs. 
By about 10:00, I had run out of things to do. I didn't 
feel like reading, I didn't feel like playing video 
games. I was strangely fidgety.

I decided to hike out and get the mail. I announced my 
intentions, to general approval, and left the house via 
the back door, glancing to see if the pool needed 
cleaned, but it still looked good. The clouds had passed 
over in the night, so today looked shiny and bright.

The air was a little less humid than last night, but 
still warm and a little damp overall. I enjoyed the weak 
breeze as I strolled up the driveway.

At the mailbox, we had a flyer for the cable company we 
already use, a sale paper from a mattress store, and a 
big poofy manila envelope. It was addressed to us, with 
no return address. I opened it right there, and sure 
enough, it was the t-shirt I had entrusted to Lola. Heh. 
I smiled. She'll probably want this back now, I thought 
to myself.

I walked around her house to look at the air 
conditioner. The ice had melted overnight, but it still 
seemed to be off. Passing her garbage cans, I threw away 
the junk mail.

I went up to the kitchen door and knocked, holding the 
manila envelope behind me.

A few moments passed, and I knocked again. Right as I 
suddenly thought *maybe she's still asleep,* I saw Lola 
peek at me through the window in the door.

The little curtain moved, and when her eyes met mine, 
she seemed to light up. She disappeared, and I heard the 
door locks clicking. The door swung open to reveal her 
in her little white silk robe, like the first time I 
ever saw her. I grinned like an idiot.

"Well good morning!" She said, delighted to see me. "To 
what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

Still with the envelope behind my back, I rose up and 
down on my tiptoes. "I brought you a package." I said, 
prepared to pull the envelope out and say *Ta-da,* but 
before I could, she looked me up and down and smiled.

"How nice," she purred.

My brain went through several thoughts in a split 
second. First I thought *oh, she's flirting with me. 
Cool.* Then I thought *ah well, better not get too 
excited.* And then I thought *Fuck that, Game On.*

"Well, actually," I said, pulling the envelope from 
behind my back, "I brought you two packages. You can 
have the little one first."

She laughed and took the envelope. "You're so sweet. 
Would you like to come inside?" She turned sideways, not 
really getting out of the doorway, but still making an 
invitation of it.

"Thanks, I'd *LOVE* to come inside," I said, belatedly 
thinking maybe that was TOO much, but she blushed and 
grinned more. I slipped past her, almost brushing up 
against her as I stepped into the house. As I moved past 
her, I caught a tiny whiff of minty toothpaste.

The house was hot. Like almost sauna hot. Lola turned 
the overhead fan on as she shut the door. I stood near 
it, enjoying the wash of air across my bare arms and 
legs.

"Sorry about the heat. I just woke up about ten minutes 
ago." She opened the envelope and pulled out my shirt, 
and sighed. "I'm glad to have this back. Thank you. 
Although last night would have been too hot for it 
anyway." She fluffed the collar of her robe, as if to 
draw down cool air into it, and I saw her bare shoulder.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked, almost finishing that 
sentence with the word "naked" instead. I took a casual 
step closer to her.

Smiling, she nodded. "I started out in a little 
nightgown under the covers, but it was just so hot I had 
to get rid of both, and just lay under the ceiling fan 
in the bedroom." She took a step closer to me. We were 
about arm's length apart now. "But I slept after that. 
You?"

"Well, at first I was a little too excited to go to 
sleep, but finally I did." I fanned myself with my hand. 
"Do you mind if I take this off? I'm a little warm." I 
confessed, plucking at my shirt. (erection 10%)

Lola gave a happy little shudder, but quickly regained 
control of herself. "Of course. Make yourself 
comfortable." She purred, her eyes flashing.

I reached back with both hands and pulled my shirt off 
over my head, making sure to flex every muscle, without 
making it look like I was flexing. I balled it up and 
tossed it onto a chair by the kitchen table. "So where 
was I?" I said. (erection 20%)

"You were telling me you were excited," Lola said, 
staring at my chest and stomach. Her eyes snapped back 
up to mine.

"Oh, right." I said, stepping closer to her. She raised 
her arms and put them around my shoulders dreamily.

"So I dreamed that I was a big strong horse, plowing a 
field," I murmured, right against her ear. She jumped 
just a little and clutched at me. "Really?" She 
whimpered, starting to breathe heavily.

"Yes, really." I said, my breath tickling her ear. 
(erection 30%) She gave a happy little shudder, and 
seemed to suddenly be more alert. "Oh! Um, have you had 
breakfast yet?" She asked, flustered, stepping away from 
me and almost prancing to the kitchen island, taking two 
long steps on her tiptoes. She faced the kitchen island, 
her back to me, and I could see the blush creeping up 
the back of her neck. She reached out clumsily for an 
orange in the fruit bowl on the counter, almost as if 
her hands needed something to do.

I stepped up close behind her. I could see the little 
hairs on the back of her neck standing up, as goosebumps 
gently appeared. I made sure my warm breath touched the 
back of her neck as I spoke softly. "I *did* have 
breakfast already, but I could still eat *something.* 
How about you?" I asked, fully aware of the ambiguous 
nature of that statement. She tried to put the orange 
back in the bowl, but her hand was shaking, and she 
missed. It rolled off the back of the counter and hit 
the floor with a soft plunk. A drop of sweat trickled 
down my back.

As I had hoped, she seemed to be getting even more 
excited. "I, um, I don't ... I haven't even taken my 
shower yet." She stammered. I leaned down until my nose 
was almost touching her skin, and inhaled. She smelled 
good, a delicate scent with a subtle hint of honest 
sweat. (erection 50%) "Really? You smell good." I 
purred, and taking two fingers, pulled the collar of her 
robe down and kissed the skin right at the base of her 
neck. "You taste good, too." I said, my voice low and 
warm. I kissed her neck again.

When my lips touched her skin, she gasped, and seemed to 
press backwards against me, almost as if she couldn't 
help it. "Oooohhh." She whimpered, and turned, facing 
me, almost pinned against the counter, a barstool on 
either side of her. Her eyes searched my face. She 
seemed excited and nervous at the same time. She licked 
her lips and tried to speak, but faltered. Taking a deep 
breath, she tried again. "Is this... . Is today the 
day?" She almost whispered.

I looked her honestly in the eyes, even though her robe 
threatened to slip further open. "It can be. I hope it 
WILL be." I said softly. I took one of her hands in 
mine, and raised it to my lips, kissing it softly on 
each knuckle. She watched me, breathing harder, her 
mouth open.

When I had finished, she spoke again. "I was serious 
about showering. I didn't get to yet." She stammered. "I 
should probably do that."

I shrugged. "Not for my sake. I've got you right here, 
and I'm happy. More than happy, in fact." I leaned in 
and slowly slid my nose up the side of her neck, 
inhaling as I went. She gasped and grabbed my shoulder, 
touching my bare skin for the first time. "Aah!" she 
whimpered. I kissed her earlobe and stepped back just a 
tiny bit. "You smell great. I don't think you need a 
shower at all. You're perfect, just like this."

She was almost panting, looking at me with big eyes. 
"May I kiss you?" I asked, politely, and she nodded. "Uh 
huh."

I put my arms around her waist, and leaned into her, 
pushing her (not too hard) against the counter, while I 
kissed her lips, softly at first, then with growing 
excitement. She threw her arms around me and grasped at 
me, the muscles of my back, my shoulders, kissing me 
back with the same fervor I was kissing her. (erection 
60%)

I pulled her body close against me, and she shifted so 
that one of her legs was between mine, pointing her toe 
against the floor so that her thigh rubbed against my 
growing erection. The minute she felt my cock against 
her, she moaned in excitement, kissing me harder. I 
ground it softly against her, the point of contact 
moving from her thigh up to her hip as I hardened. A few 
moments more, and I literally couldn't wait any longer.

"Oh my god," Lola panted when I pulled away from her 
lips. I put my hands under her arms and physically 
lifted her off of the floor, setting her on the kitchen 
counter. "Oh my god," She whimpered again, clutching at 
me. I stepped in close, forcing her to open her legs to 
allow me to get close enough, although she was now too 
high for my penis to touch her. She demurely used one 
hand to keep the robe tucked in front of her secret 
place, breathing heavily. "What do you plan to do?" She 
asked, half in anticipation, half in apprehension.

My head was now level with her chest, and I stepped in 
as close as I could, squeezing her tight, and buried my 
face in her robe, between her lovely breasts. She 
clutched at me with both hands now, one across my 
shoulders, one in my hair, cradling me against her, as 
she wrapped her legs around my waist and lower ribcage. 
"MMmmmmmmm." She purred. We stood like that for a few 
moments, clinging to each other. She kissed the top of 
my head, and I looked up at her.

"I love you." I said, my eyes and my voice making it 
into a promise. She got a little misty. "I love you, 
too." She said, almost in a whisper, then took a deep 
breath.

"May I lick your pussy?" I asked, as politely as 
possible, still holding her tightly. She stiffened. "I, 
uh, you..." She took another deep breath. "I should 
really take a shower first." She said nervously, her 
hand idly moving in my hair.

"Why?" I asked. She looked at me in surprise. "I'm... 
I'm a little sweaty from last night." She said weakly.

"I don't care if you just ran a 5K, I want to lick your 
pussy." I smiled hungrily. "I think you'll enjoy it, and 
I *know* I will."

"(asshole) always told me to-" She began, but I 
interrupted. "(asshole) was an asshole. He did 
everything wrong. Let me show you how sexy and wonderful 
you are." I begged. "This is about you. It'll never, 
ever be about him again."

Her eyes were wet, but it looked like from happiness, so 
I went on. "You're sexy all the time. I love you in a 
suit, in a dress, in sweatpants, and in this little 
robe." I tugged gently at the collar of her robe. "I 
love you. You don't need to do anything to make yourself 
*acceptable* to me."

"Really?" She asked, as if wanting to believe. Her hand 
in my hair became more insistent, less idle, more 
massaging and playing.

"You, right now." I said, as if making a list, "No 
makeup, no jewelry, wearing a dressing gown and your own 
natural perfume. Fan-TAST-ic." I promised. She blushed 
and smiled.

"Right now, just like this, you are more beautiful to me 
than any woman in a magazine or on TV. Just you, all by 
yourself. I love you. Let me show you." I said softly. 
She took a deep breath, and suddenly the hand in my hair 
was cradling the back of my head, pulling me in for a 
strong kiss.

I reached up with both hands, cradling her face, 
caressing her cheeks with my thumbs, as I kissed her 
lips, sucking her tongue when I could, our breaths 
coming faster and faster.
(erection holding steady at 60%)

While we kissed, I slid my hands slowly downwards, 
caressing her neck, her collarbones, slipping my hands 
inside the collar of her robe, pushing it back, opening 
it wider, until it was slipping off her shoulders. As I 
slid it down her upper arms, she pulled her arms out of 
the robe, first the left, then the right, and the robe 
fell open to her waist. I could feel the heat from her 
skin against my chest. The kitchen seemed to be getting 
warmer, despite the overhead fan over the table.

I kissed her lips, then the corner of her mouth, then 
the side of her chin, then under her jaw, then her neck, 
working my way downwards, gently drawing a line with the 
tip of my nose as my lips worked lower and lower. Her 
legs gripped me tightly around my waist, and the moment 
my mouth broke with hers for my kissing descent, her hot 
breath echoed in my ears.

"MMmmmmmmm, oh yes!" She moaned as I gently bit her 
neck, right at her collarbone, her hands playing over my 
shoulders and hair like a sculptor molding clay, firm 
but always moving.

I slid my hands down to her bare waist and held her 
gently, kissing from her collarbone right down the 
center of her chest. Once there, I pulled back gently 
and took my first good look at her bare breasts. As I 
have said before, they are a nice B or C cup (I'm no 
expert) and I can tell you, in an absence of bra 
support, they hang nicely. Not droopy, not too far 
apart, they seem to have a presence and a gravity all 
their own. Magnificent.

"Oh, wow," I think I mumbled, then I cupped them against 
her ribcage gently, lifting them a little from 
underneath, my thumbs toward the center, my fingers out 
to the sides. "So beautiful!" I breathed. Lola 
practically purred, still holding onto my shoulders. 
"Thank you."

After a split second eeny-meeny-miney-mo, I picked my 
left (her right) and extended my tongue, licking up from 
the bottom of her erect nipple to the top, flicking the 
tip of my tongue off the end of it when I got all the 
way up. Lola gasped happily, and I did it again, getting 
it good and wet with my saliva. I repeated the process 
on her left nipple, her nipple skidding along my tongue 
like an eraser on paper. She growled with pleasure.

Once both nipples were good and wet, I quickly turned my 
head left and right, exhaling sharply through pursed 
lips, bathing them both in cold air, as my saliva 
chilled her sensitive areolas. "OOOH!" She gasped in 
surprise, and clutched at me possessively.

I quickly popped a cold nipple into my warm mouth, 
lavishing my tongue all over it. Lola squirmed as I 
fluttered my tongue back and forth, up and down, 
squeezing with my lips. While I suckled the nipple in my 
mouth, my fingers were gently pulling, squeezing and 
twisting the other one carefully back and forth. Lola 
literally couldn't sit still, writhing against me, 
pulling at me with her arms, breathing heavily through 
gritted teeth. After about two minutes, I switched, 
sucking the other nipple, my fingers working the one I 
had just been sucking.

"Ah!" She squealed, "I think I could almost ...uh! 
...come from this if you kept it up! Ah!" While that DID 
sound cool, I knew I would run out of nipple ideas long 
before she could actually climax from it. At least, I 
thought so. Maybe some other time.

I isolated each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, 
and pulled them gently while the rest of my hand 
squeezed her breasts closer together. I straightened up 
for a kiss, and she kissed me hard, enfolding me with 
her arms and legs, squeezing me tightly.

Time for the good part, I thought to myself happily. I 
slid my hands downwards from her breasts, reluctantly 
releasing each nipple, until I was gripping her at her 
waist. Still kissing her, I pulled her pelvis tightly 
against my stomach and pulled her robe free, laying it 
out behind her on the counter like a blanket. She 
whimpered into my mouth as we kissed, both of her hands 
in my hair. I paused to lick her tongue slowly, and then 
raised my hands to her shoulders, pushing her down and 
back. The kitchen island was just barely wide enough to 
support her from her butt to her head. Her legs were 
still wrapped around me where I stood.

"Do you mind if I take my pants off?" I asked, my voice 
low. "They're a little too small right now." Lola was 
breathing heavily in excitement, but she giggled, and 
nodded. I stepped back to drop my shorts, and she closed 
her legs with a snap.

Uh oh, I thought momentarily. She was on her back, her 
knees up and squeezed tightly together, her ankles 
crossed and pressed against her butt as she lay on the 
counter. I stepped on the backs of my tennis shoes and 
pulled my heels out, kicking the shoes against the 
kitchen island. I stepped up against her shins and 
looked down over at her. "Everything ok?" I asked 
gently.

"Umm, just a little nervous all of the sudden." She 
said, her voice shaking. "Self-conscious, I guess."

I cupped her butt with both hands and squeezed. "About 
what?"

There was a long pause. I slid my hands slowly from her 
hips to her knees.

"Are you SURE you don't want me to take a shower? I was 
really sweaty last night." She said, then brightened. 
"You could join me! The girls said you liked that, 
right?"

I shook my head. "I want you right now. It doesn't 
matter if it's sweaty or not, I want to lick it. This is 
the best way I can think of to prove to you that I want 
to do it." I leaned down and kissed her knee. "I don't 
WANT you to take a shower. I want to see you. I want to 
taste you."

She gave a little whimper that sounded equal parts fear 
and impatience. I placed my hands on her kneecaps. "You. 
Right here, and just as you are." I said firmly, looking 
her in the eye. She took a deep breath, and slowly 
spread her legs.

I swear there could have been music playing as I looked 
at her most private treasure. 

Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a downward-
pointing trapezoid, wider than Karen's landing strip, 
but carefully tended. Her pussy itself was also 
beautiful, her clit about as wide as my pinky fingertip, 
half hooded, almost quivering with excitement. Clear 
juices coated her inner labia, which were beautifully 
shaped. If Karen's pussy resembles an orchid.

Lola's seems to resemble an orchid that has just barely 
started to bloom, her delicate folds very small and 
close at the top, getting fuller and more open towards 
the bottom. As she spread her legs further, my hands 
still supporting her knees, her vulva opened and I could 
see the delicate opening of her vagina, pink, wet, and 
inviting. I was salivating instantly. "Oh my god," I 
prayed in gratitude. "this is SO beautiful."

Lola didn't say a word, both hands clenched near her 
mouth as if she were chewing her (already chewed) nails. 
I could hear her excited breathing, though, and the 
extremely wet state of the gloriously soft flesh I was 
staring at told me she was doing ok. I cupped her butt 
cheek and slid my thumb up next to her labia, and pulled 
it gently open. Moisture literally *dripped* from her 
pussy, down over her (clenched) anus, and dribbled onto 
her robe, where she lay.

I wanted to just stand there and stare forever. Then I 
remembered that I could do more than just stare at that 
gorgeous display, I could make love to it.

I glanced up at Lola, just as she finally opened her 
eyes and looked at me. I looked deep into her eyes and 
tried to communicate all the love and acceptance I felt 
for her with the words: "I love you SO much."

She sighed happily and put her hands down by her side, 
but still did not say a word, biting her lip as she 
watched me.

I kissed the inside of her right knee, then working my 
way an inch at a time, I kissed my way to her pussy. 
Right when my next kiss would have put me on her vulva, 
I started over at the other side, slowly, slowly, 
working my way down. Once at the bottom again, I looked 
up at her, to see her craning her neck to watch me. I 
smiled at her, and she blushed. "Everything OK?" I 
asked, and she nodded.

I put my thumbs alongside her pussy and softly pulled it 
open, exposing her clit and her vagina completely. She 
moaned gently, her breath coming faster. I leaned down 
and used the tip of my tongue to tickle her labia, 
starting at the bottom and working my way up until I was 
flicking and licking her engorged clit.

"OH!" She gasped, and then gritted her teeth as I 
continued. "Oh, yes! yeesssssss!"

I stopped and started over, tickling up from the bottom 
again, and again I toyed with her clit. She LOVED it, 
writhing involuntarily as I fenced with her hard little 
nubbin. "YEsyesyesyes! Ooooh!" She panted, her legs 
shaking. "Oh, this is good!"

"You like it?" I asked playfully. She took a deep breath 
and swallowed, nodding.

"Well, try this." I said, and did my best. I kissed her 
labia with a loud smooch, and used my tongue to tease 
her vaginal opening, darting in as deep as I could 
(again I wished for a giraffe tongue) and swabbing 
firmly back out again, rubbing my nose against her clit, 
squeezing her ass in my hands. I bit (gently) at the 
lower ends of her labia with my lips, pulling them and 
licking them, inside and out. Lola tasted wonderful.

If Amy tastes like raw peaches, and Karen tastes like, 
well, Karen, Lola has a more complex taste. More salty 
than just sweet, and I hesitate to use the word "musky" 
because that sounds a lot more like "stinky," (which it 
most definitely was NOT) but a richer taste, darker and 
more complicated. 

As I type this, the closest I can imagine is this: 
smoked baking chocolate. That may sound ridiculous, but 
it's the best I can do. Dark, rich, just a little sweet, 
and a hint of tangy spice. Whatever it was, the smell 
and taste of her just reached in and flicked some switch 
in my brain, filling my fevered imagination with images 
of the two of us, locked together, fucking our brains 
out for the rest of our lives, like some kind of primal 
wet dream.

I went nuts, licking, sucking, caressing and fondling, 
almost lifting her pelvis up to my mouth, burrowing in 
with my tongue, slurping as I drank her juices directly 
from her pussy. Her clit got longer and harder, 
completely out of its little hood, now almost the size 
and firmness of the entire tip of my pinky finger. I 
decided to focus there.

Lola gasped and moaned, finding her voice again as I 
pinched her clit between the biggest knuckles of my 
index fingers and put pressure on it. "Ohhhhhh shit!" 
she gasped. "I love it!"

"Oh yeah?" I panted in return, firmly rubbing the bridge 
of my nose up the underside of her clit, and she cried 
out in ecstasy. "YES!"

I did it again, and she groaned through gritted teeth, 
shaking with excitement. Releasing her clit from the 
grasp of my fingers, I lavished my tongue all over it, 
batting it up, down, left and right, pushing against it, 
letting it go. Lola began panting harder, and her hand 
found my hair again, petting and smoothing, making no 
demands.

I gently wiggled my right index finger into her pussy, 
up to the second knuckle, and left it there, wiggling, 
pulling back and forth, in and out, just teasing her 
opening, getting it even wetter and more excited. Lola 
threw her head back and just sobbed with pleasure as I 
simultaneously licked her clit and fingered her.

My previous experience with a vagina had been Karen's, 
and Karen was (of course) a virgin. Lola was admittedly 
not, but friends, her pussy felt just as hot, just as 
tight, just as wonderful. I stroked my finger in and 
out, curling my finger firmly, making the most of it. 
After a minute or two, I realized: I was jealous of my 
own finger. I was enjoying licking her pussy, true, but 
suddenly I had a greater desire to be fucking it. Time 
to get down to business.

I remembered reading (although I have forgotten where) 
that a good plan for performing oral sex on a woman is 
to lick the alphabet. It is a long, non-repeating, 
easily remembered sequence, so it won't be boring and 
repetitive. You just use the tip of your tongue to 
"write" capital A, B, C, D, etc on her vulva or clit. I 
began this strategy, and Lola responded beautifully.

"Oh! Yes, yes YES!" She gasped, her legs shaking so hard 
she had to let go of me and just hold them up. Her pussy 
was gripping my finger deliciously, and I was so hard by 
now that I'm sure I was dripping pre-cum on her kitchen 
floor. My cock ached to be buried in this warm, amazing 
pussy. I licked and fingered with more enthusiasm, and 
less restraint. Lola bucked and moaned, begging me with 
her body and her voice. "Yes! Do it! Ah! Ahh ha ha!"

I had gotten to the letter T, when I felt her shifting 
up, getting ready to cum. Her breaths came shorter, and 
harder, her shaking was even more pronounced, and her 
pussy gripped my finger so hard my knuckle popped. I 
leaned in and sucked her clit into my mouth, grinding my 
tongue against it, pulling it with my lips as she gasped 
a lungful of air and SCREAMED.

"AAAAHHHHH!! FUUUUUCK!" She squealed as she came, 
pushing my head away frantically. I immediately stopped 
licking but left my finger inside her, gently moving as 
she wept and squirmed, her cries breaking and gradually 
calming to a ragged sigh.

"Holy crap," she gasped, wiping her eyes. "That was 
intense." she swallowed and looked at me with wild eyes. 
"And you're still playing with my pussy!" She flopped 
back down on the counter. "Gawd!"

"How was your first pussy licking?" I asked, out of 
breath, and practically quivering with anticipation. Me 
want pussy.

"It's still ricocheting around in my brain." Lola 
gasped, still squirming. "But now you have to stop 
teasing my pussy. I need something better than your 
finger." She purred hungrily.

I should have said something playful, like "Oh, really, 
I thought you'd NEVER ask," or something like that, but 
all I could say was "Good!" and almost pull her off the 
counter in my excitement.

She gave a nervous yelp and almost lost her balance as 
her feet hit the floor, but I caught her and held her 
upright. (It turns out I should have been more careful. 
In my haste to get even more intimate with her, she 
banged the outside edge of her left heel on the side of 
one of the barstool legs, and it left a scrape. She 
didn't notice it until much later, of course, but I 
still felt bad.)

"My legs are-" she swallowed, "too shaky to stand. Let 
me... here!" She cried, and grabbed a barstool, laying 
on it so she was bent over, parallel to the edge of the 
counter. Flopping onto it, she pulled another one 
closer, to support the upper half of her torso. She lay 
on her stomach, her head turned to the side, and looked 
back at me over her tattooed shoulder. "Ok. I'm good 
now." She slurred. "Gimme that cock!" She reached around 
behind herself and held her butt-cheeks apart, her pussy 
open before me.

"You got it." I stammered, and stepped up close to her. 
Her ass was a little skinnier than Karen's, but just 
like with Karen, when she was bent over all the way, her 
pussy was perfectly presented, pink and wet. I shuddered 
with anticipation even before I got completely into 
position.

I put my left hand on her hip, holding her gently, and 
used my right hand to swab the tip of my penis up and 
down, from her vaginal opening to her clit, spreading 
her juices around, getting my tip wet. It felt great. 
She squirmed and purred, her eyes half closing with 
delight. 

Despite my raging desire, an idea occurred to me. I 
decided to go for it. I found the entrance to her pussy, 
and squeezed just the head inside. Lola moaned, and 
writhed against me. "Ohhhhhh yes! I love it!"

I placed the palm of my right hand against my abdomen, 
and slid it down until my penis was sticking out between 
my index and middle fingers. I then pushed out with my 
thumb so that my hand formed a bumper on my dick, about 
three inches from the base, so that if my dick was nine 
inches long at this point (maybe ten,) she was only 
going to get about six or seven inches worth of it 
before my hand stopped it from going in further.

With this handmade roadblock in place, I pushed in with 
my hips slowly, feeling literally every millimeter of 
her pussy grasping my cock, warming and squeezing me. I 
was in HEAVEN. Like I said, people make a big deal about 
virgins, etc, and I don't know what I was expecting, but 
this was equally as wonderful as Karen's. (Lola says 
with a dick like mine, it wouldn't have made any 
difference anyway. She says I am officially the largest 
thing that has ever been inside of her.) Slowly, slowly 
I pressed deeper, until I hit my hand. Lola was nearly 
speechless, words just sliding out of her. "Ohhhhhhh 
myyyyyyy."

I gave a little wiggle at this abbreviated depth, just 
kind of a bump, bump, bump, and she squirmed under my 
hand. "So good, oh my god." She looked back at me, and 
when I pulled slowly out, I swear her eyes rolled up a 
little. I continued pulling out until just the head was 
inside of her, then reversed, slipping back into that 
amazing pussy until I once again hit my hand. "Oh fuck 
yes," Lola gasped, "Faster!" Sweat trickled down my 
chest and back.

I started moving slowly in and out of her, speechless 
with the sensation, in and out, IN and OUT! Lola gasped 
and squirmed, her pussy gripping and releasing me 
perfectly. After a few minutes I realized that it felt 
tighter pulling out than thrusting in, almost like 
suction. Her pussy was sucking my dick. Holy crap!.

"Are you-" I grunted, still humping away, "squeezing me 
somehow?" I asked, and she grinned at me over her 
shoulder. I held still for a moment, and I could feel 
her pussy squeeze me, like a weak handshake. "Yes, I 
was. Just on the way out." She panted, licking her lips. 
"Do you like it?"

"I love it!" I stammered. Maybe now was a good time to 
quit fooling around. She was obviously doing her best 
for me. "Would you like some more of my cock?" I asked, 
politely, already in up to my hand. She giggled and gave 
me a quizzical look. "Of course I would, are you teasing 
me? I want you to make love to me until I can't cum any 
more. Go for it!"

I nodded, backed out about half an inch until my hand 
wasn't touching her, and held it up where she could see 
it. I wiggled my fingers at her and then used it to grab 
the other side of her waist. "What's-" she began, but I 
rolled my hips and slowly pushed ALL the way into her. 
"OH GOD!" She cried out, stiffening a little, her 
eyelids fluttering. I ground myself against her, pulling 
her firmly against me, as my entire length moved inside 
of her.

"Where the fuck did THAT come from?" She whimpered 
happily, and I had to smile. Withdrawing halfway, I went 
to full depth again, feeling the end of her pussy press 
hard against the end of my dick. I was maybe a half inch 
longer than she was deep. "Fuck!" She spat, and tried to 
take a breath. I wasn't sure if it was just an outburst, 
or an order, so I decided to do exactly what she said.

I started making love to her again, using my hands on 
her hips to move in and out, slowly at first, of course, 
but before long building up to a respectable rhythm, my 
balls slapping against her, her butt jiggling from the 
impacts. At first she just bit her knuckles and 
whimpered happily, but soon she was squeezing me again, 
gasping and encouraging me. I noticed that she was 
louder on the instroke, and I grinned.

"GIVE it TO me, WILL! OH! OH! OH! OH! JUST... LIKE... 
THAT! AAH!" she cried rhythmically, and I was only too 
happy to comply.

I thrust and withdrew, over and over, never letting go 
of her. Sweat rolled off my body, and I could see 
trickles down her back as well. I couldn't tell you how 
long we worked together, only that time seemed to 
disappear, leaving just the two of us behind, locked 
into glorious, powerful lovemaking.

"Your BALLS are HITTING my CLIT! YES! OH! YEH---ESSS!" 
She cried, and I leaned into her, pressing down on her 
waist, making her curve her back more, raising her hips 
a tiny degree. Oh, it felt amazing. Leaning forward, I 
picked up speed.

When I leaned forward onto her, it took some of the 
weight off my feet, and the barstools started to move. 
With each thrust and impact of me fucking her, we 
scooched about a quarter inch across the floor, like 
some kid paying choo-choo trains. I was still making 
love to her, but after every eight or ten thrusts, I had 
to take a little half-step forwards. In retrospect, I 
probably should have stood solid on my feet, because now 
I was essentially chasing her across the kitchen, but 
she seemed VERY happy, so what's a little extra 
difficulty on my part, compared to her pleasure?

We eventually fucked our way past the edge of the 
counter, and as the sweat poured down our bodies, we 
began to head in the direction of the cone of cooler air 
being stirred up by the ceiling fan. Lola had tried to 
do something with her legs, reaching back to wrap them 
around me or something, but it hadn't worked out, and 
she had lowered them again. Her muscle control in her 
vagina was making my cock feel so intensely good, my 
legs were starting to shake. "I'm ... Oh god!" She 
gasped, "I'm gonna cum! But don't stop!" Her voice 
raised another octave. "Keep fucking meeeee! OHH... OHH! 
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

She stiffened up like a board, and her pussy practically 
clenched like a fist, still allowing me to move, but SO 
much tighter now. She wailed in ecstasy and I slowed a 
little as she shook beneath me. I took a second to stop 
and reposition my hands, but quickly got back to the 
business of making love to her. "AAAAAHA HA HAAAA OH 
FUCK!" she howled through gritted teeth, and as she 
seemed to stabilize, I switched up my tactics.

I began only pulling out about halfway, slowly, and then 
thrusting back in quickly. Sort of a puuuuullllll 
*THRUST* puuuuuulllllll *THRUST* maneuver. She would 
squeal happily with every thrust, almost squeaking in 
fact, but still loving it. This motion wasn't enough to 
send us choo-chooing across the floor, so we stopped 
there in the middle of the space between the kitchen 
island and the table.

"OH! You are SO going to GET it!" She moaned, exhausted 
and out of breath. "FUCKing me so GOOD! I don't KNOW if 
I'm going to MAKE it!" Each sentence was punctuated by 
the drilling of my cock inside her. Her vaginal muscle 
control seemed disrupted by her orgasm, so the sucking 
sensation had mostly stopped, but her pussy was still 
tight, and wet, and fantastic. I moved my hands from her 
waist (where I had inadvertently left handprints) down 
to her hips. I set my feet, and started pulling her 
against my cock, moving her instead of moving myself as 
much.

"Oh yes!" she growled, getting her feet on the floor and 
using them to help me move her. "MM! MM! MM! MM! MM! 
MM!" She raised her top half up a little, and used her 
hands to push back. Our bodies colliding started making 
a slap slap slap noise as she joined in the rhythm. "Do 
you like that?" She said softly through gritted teeth, 
staring back at me. "Does that feel good? Does my little 
pussy feel good?"

"OH yes it does," I mumbled, starting to feel my balls 
begin to tighten up, the tendons in my legs even going 
tighter. In about a minute or two, I was going to cum 
HARD. "I'm... oh shit I'm getting close." I gasped, and 
she smiled wickedly. "Are you going to cum in my pussy?" 
She teased me. "Are you going to fuck me until you fill 
me up?" The dirty talk was driving me crazy, and she 
knew it.

"I'm gonna..." I swallowed and started over. "I'm gonna 
do my best." My ears were starting to ring, my heartbeat 
roaring in my head, and I knew that I had better figure 
out a game plan fast, because once I came THIS hard, I 
was probably going to fall. I was going to have almost 
NO legs left. I started looking around for a place to 
sit, but we'd fucked away from the counter, so the last 
barstool was about as far away as the table at this 
point, more than I thought I could stumble.

Too late! I could feel the wonderful sensations in my 
cock overloading everything else in my brain, as if the 
rest of my body were going dark, and my penis was 
glowing like a light bulb. Clumsily, I lunged forward 
and put one hand between Lola's shoulder blades, forcing 
her down onto her front barstool, and then spent about 
ten seconds just RAMMING my glowing cock into her pussy 
as hard as I could. I don't think I even pulled out more 
than two or three inches, just pow, pow, pow, annnnnd 
then it exploded. "Oh my god!" She cried. "I can FEEL 
your cum!"

That orgasm was so intense, it almost, ALMOST, didn't 
feel good. The sensations of my cum blasting deep into 
her body was almost like someone was pulling a strand of 
yarn out of my penis, in little tugs. Not like rope-burn 
or anything like that, it just didn't feel like a liquid 
was squirting out of me, it felt like something was 
being PULLED out of me. Over and over, what felt like 
ropes of cum jetted into her tight, hot pussy. It was so 
powerful I swear I could HEAR it squirting out, this 
tiny little *squitch* sound that I felt in my ears more 
than heard. 

You know how sometimes when you get up in the morning, 
your stomach growls, and you sense it more as vibration 
in your body than actual sound? Like you're hearing 
through your body rather than sound waves out in the air 
going to your ears? That's what it felt/sounded like. I 
was practically deaf anyway, because I knew I was 
moaning or screaming, and I didn't hear that at all.

I slowly collapsed on top of her like a deflating hot 
air balloon. I moved my hand and just lay on her back, 
both of us panting, our sweat sticking us together, 
making her skin a little slippery. My cock was still 
inside of her, but it shifted painlessly when I lay 
down, so I just left it there. Heck, it was still 
twitching and throbbing.

The room stopped spinning, and my ears stopped ringing 
at about the same time. I was sweaty, sore, exhausted, 
lying on top of a naked woman, and utterly happy. "I 
love you." I slurred, trying to get my breath back under 
control. "That was... completely amazing."

Lola wiped her eyes, and I realized that she might have 
been crying. "I love you back, so much." Then I yawned 
involuntarily, and she said something while I was 
yawning, and I didn't hear it right.

"I'm sorry, what?" I said, and she sighed happily, and 
wriggled a little beneath me. "I said "More please." She 
said, in a tiny happy voice. I was dumbfounded for a 
minute. 

"I, uh..." I swallowed, and started over apologetically. 
"I might not have any more."

She giggled. "You're still hard as a rock, buried in my 
pussy, and you tell me you don't have any more? I'll bet 
you do." She flexed her vaginal muscles again, and I 
could feel her tender pussy squeezing me softly. "As 
soon as you can get up, just leave it to me." she 
promised warmly.

I lay there for another moment or two, our hot sweaty 
bodies glued together, just trying to get my breath 
back.

Soon, though, I fumbled my hands up from where my arms 
had been dangling, and grasped the barstool under her 
chest, pushing myself up with a groan. The skin that had 
been pressed against her back felt suddenly cooler as it 
was exposed to air, and she even gave a little coo of 
surprise as cooler air washed over her back as well.

I carefully stood back on my feet and pulled my cock out 
of her pussy with a little wet noise. Still a little 
confuzzled, I staggered back about a half step.

Quick as a wink, Lola leapt up, spun around, and 
carefully grabbed my cock. "Follow me!" She encouraged, 
and gently led me (via her warm grip on my dick) to a 
wooden chair at the back of the kitchen, near the black 
metal baker's rack. She pulled the chair out from the 
wall about three feet, and gestured to it with her free 
hand.

The chair had an upholstered seat, sturdy legs and back, 
and no arms. "Sit here, please." Lola said soothingly, 
although not letting go of my penis. I moved haltingly 
to get turned around without dislodging her hand. "Why 
not by the kitchen table?" I asked, thinking of the 
wonderful cool air from the ceiling fan.

"Those are little spindly chairs, and they have arms." 
Lola said, leaning forward to maintain her hold as I sat 
down. "And there, I couldn't do this." 

She stepped up close to me, straddled my legs, and sat 
herself down in my lap, holding my cock up so it was 
almost pressed between our bellies. I was a little 
surprised by the move, but I instinctively put my arms 
around her waist. "Ooh, I LIKE this." I smiled. She 
leaned forward and kissed me, one hand going up to hold 
the back of my head, the other jacking my dick slowly. I 
could feel the life flowing back into it, and I loved 
it.

I groaned with pleasure as her hand stroked me, twisting 
just a little as it went up and down, up and down. "See? 
I told you I knew you had more." Lola gloated, tugging 
and squeezing me. "So how did you suddenly make your 
penis bigger?" She asked, leaning forward until her 
breasts were rubbing against my chest. "I know I already 
THOUGHT it was big, but then you shocked the shit out of 
me." Lola laughed.

"I put my hand on it so it could only go partway in," I 
panted, a slave to her warm, caressing hand. "Then when 
you'd gotten used to that, I put the rest of it in. Was 
that ok?"

"OK? William, let me tell you something," She squinted 
at me as if I were in trouble, but her lips were still 
curved in a smile. "I have NEVER been made love to like 
this. Not this big, not for this long, and not with 
such... attention to my pleasure." She rolled her 
shoulders, her hard nipples tracing little loops against 
my chest. She slid her hand to the base of my cock, and 
with a firm grip, began pulling gently.

"Before in my love life, it always seemed like "Every 
Man For Himself" but this is... well, it's wonderful." 
She wiped a tear away from her eye. "I'll explain more 
later, if I can, but for right now, I want this 
beautiful cock inside me again, and I want to make love 
to YOU."

"I would like that very much," I said, half out of my 
mind with renewed need. Lola leaned in for another 
enthusiastic kiss, then stood, still straddling me. With 
one hand on my shoulder for support, she reached around 
behind herself and grabbed my dick where it stood, 
placing it against the opening of her vagina.

Slowly squatting back down, she fed my entire dick up 
into her pussy, which was completely wet and VERY warm. 
I could feel some of our previously combined juices leak 
out and trickle over my balls. "Oh my god." Lola panted, 
leaning down a little and resting her forehead against 
mine. "I still can't believe it." she brought her other 
hand back up and placed it on my shoulder.

"So far I've seen your cock as a bulge down your pant 
leg, under a sheet, and in your swim trunks, but FEELING 
it is so much more than I was expecting." She sighed, 
just flexing her hips, rocking back and forth a little 
on my cock, firmly impaled. "I mean, I've only had any 
personal experience with one other male, but you're... 

"Well, you're so much more of a man than he was, and I 
mean that in EVERY way." She rubbed herself against me, 
rising up and down just about a half inch. I loved it. 
"Some time when I'm not needing it inside me so much, 
I'd like a chance to just hold it and play with it." She 
asked, blushing. "I'm a little rusty. It's been a while 
since I had a lover to play with."

"Well, nothing feels rusty." I said, just holding her 
hips and loving the feel of her moving against me.

She smiled, and I was struck again by just how beautiful 
her eyes were. Her eyelashes were so pretty I wanted to 
touch them, but I fought that temptation, because 
nothing ruins a romantic moment like lunging for 
someone's eyeball. "You must have put a quart of cum in 
there," She laughed softly, blushing. 

"I'm extremely well lubricated at this point, right?" I 
had a momentary birth control panic, but then I gave up. 
Whatever happens, happens. Nothing to be done for it 
now. Might as well enjoy it, but believe me, enjoying it 
was the easy part.

She stood up a little higher, and slid back down on my 
cock, about three inches this time. Closing her eyes, 
she tilted her head back and gave a little cry of 
delight. "Oh! This is SO good," She whimpered, and I 
took the opportunity to kiss her neck hungrily. She 
clutched my head and did it again, up and down. As her 
pelvis pressed back down against mine, I savored the 
amazing feeling of Lola impaling herself on my cock.

"Did you like getting licked?" I asked in a gasp. She 
let go of my head and I leaned back a bit, studying her 
face. In answer, she leaned down and kissed me hard, her 
tongue entering my mouth forcefully, her breath panting 
from her nose, cooling the sweat on my upper lip. When 
we broke, I smiled. "I'm glad you liked it. I'll gladly 
do it again."

"Oh my god," She sighed. "See? This is what I'm talking 
about. SUCH a better man, in every way. Better person, 
better lover, ohhhhh," She sighed as she lifted up and 
sat back down again, "better endowed, oh my god. I'm 35 
and you're giving me firsts, things I've never had 
before."

"Well, I've never had a conversation DURING sex before." 
I gasped, smiling. "It's neat."

"Well, truthfully, I've never had sex last long enough 
to talk during." Lola said, sitting on my thighs again 
and rocking her pelvis, gently rolling it towards me.

"We should have all our conversations this way," I 
stammered, and Lola barked a short laugh. I continued. 
"It's difficult during oral sex, because our mouths 
would be full, but this is much more conducive to 
conversation." Lola just shook her head with a smile. 
"I'm fucking you and you're telling me jokes," She 
grinned.

"I could stop," I said, suddenly worried I was doing 
something wrong. She leaned in, pressing her breasts 
against my chest, and kissed me. "Don't you dare. I love 
it. I love you." She smiled, hitching up and down again, 
about four inches this time. "Besides, on the topic of 
oral sex, I definitely owe you a blowjob, especially 
after you ate my pussy."

I shook my head. Lola felt so good chair-fucking me that 
it was getting much harder to concentrate. "You don't 
owe anybody anything. We don't keep score, and we don't 
do things we don't want to do. Those are two very firm 
rules." I said, gentle but serious.

"I didn't mean I didn't want to," Lola soothed, "I meant 
I was going to use it as an excuse, so I would GET to."

I grinned again. "You don't need an excuse. You could 
just walk into the house and say 'hey Will, can I suck 
your dick for a while," and I would let you."

Lola giggled. "You'd do that for me? Just like that?"

"That's about how Amy does sometimes," I said 
sheepishly, and Lola smiled.

"Feeling how big this dick is, I'm even more convinced 
that she's crazy for wanting it anal." Lola said, 
shaking her head, lifting herself up and down again. So 
good.

"She begged, almost." I said. "Nobody says no to Amy for 
long. Not when she really really wants something."

"She's got you wrapped around her finger." Lola accused, 
albeit lovingly. This time, when she stood up a little, 
I pulled her back down with my hands on her waist, 
effectively fucking HER for one stroke, instead of 
passively taking it. "Sure she does," I grinned.

Lola had opened her mouth in a gasp when I pulled her 
down, but she shut it and gave me a mock stern look. 
"I'm doing YOU here, remember?" She pretended to slap my 
shoulder lightly. "Bad boy!"

I gave a little pout, released her waist and slid my 
hands up her body until I was cupping her breasts. "I'll 
just amuse myself with these, then." I said, and she 
laughed. "You do that."

"I'll try not to distract you too much," I said 
playfully, stroking her (very erect, almost rock-hard) 
nipples idly with my fingers. She shuddered happily and 
cleared her throat. "You've been distracting me since 
the day we met." She growled, humping me again.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, giving her my best wolf smile. 
"Yeah." She grunted, up and down again, biting her lower 
lip.

"Well, what are you going to DO about it?" I challenged, 
raising an eyebrow. Her eyes lit up with evil glee as 
she leaned forward, our noses almost touching. "I'm 
gonna fuck your brains out." She whispered, and then 
proceeded to do exactly that.

Gripping my shoulders tightly, she slowly began humping 
up and down on my erection, rolling her hips against me 
at the bottom, just fucking and grinding and fucking and 
grinding. Not only picking up speed, she also increased 
the force of it, impaling herself HARD on my hard-on. 
(Heh.) Her thighs slapped against mine, jarring me, her 
pussy so wet and slippery that my cock was in overload, 
almost too much to concentrate on. (This actually helped 
my stamina. There was so much sensation, it almost 
didn't register as sex. It almost felt like exercise. 
Almost.)

I did my best to hang on to her breasts, even as I 
started losing my breath just from being fucked so hard, 
Lola practically knocking the wind out of me. I tried 
squeezing her nipples, but she was moving so much (YAY!) 
that I was afraid I'd hurt her when she inevitably 
yanked them out of my grip. Instead, I just kept a hold 
of her breasts themselves, squeezing them and rolling my 
thumbs across her areolas as best I could manage.

It was the first sex act that I really wasn't in control 
of. I mean, when Karen first made love to me, she was on 
top, but it was still a cooperation. This was not. Lola 
was firmly in the driver's seat; she was the driver, and 
I was the seat. I LOVED it. On the selfish side, I 
didn't have to do any of the work. On the loving, 
mutually beneficial side, Lola was enjoying this just as 
hard as I was.

"OH! YES! OH! FUCK! YEAH!" She was grunting, pounding me 
into the chair, her head thrown back, just making love 
to me with wild abandon. I was beyond speech, just 
loving it, bracing for every impact, my cock in a wet, 
hot, moderately violent paradise.

I couldn't keep quiet, but I couldn't articulate any 
words, so my voice just burst out in a moaning howl of 
excitement. "Uhhhaaahhhhhhhh!"

Lola was now moving as fast as she could, given the pull 
of gravity (down) and the push of her legs (up), still 
moaning through clenched teeth, eyes tightly shut. 
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Oooh!"

My orgasm was roaring down on me like a freight train, 
bells and sirens blaring. My testicles felt like they 
were cracking tiny knuckles and preparing to go to work. 
My previous orgasm notwithstanding, this felt like it 
was going to knock me out. And then Lola stopped.

Shaking hard, she suddenly rose to her feet, gasping 
like she was drowning, but gulping air like she was 
trying to hold her breath. "Wait!" She choked, "I 
can't... I have to..."

I couldn't believe it! I was so close I literally could 
not think of ANYTHING other than finishing, and she was 
faltering? I didn't know if it was a charlie-horse or 
what (she had been humping and grinding me HARD for 
quite a while) but I couldn't stop now. I literally 
could NOT stop NOW. When Karen had her charlie-horse on 
the dinner table, I fucked up into her. Time to work! 
The way she was standing, only about the first inch of 
my cock was still in her. I had to fuck upwards, without 
flipping the chair over.

All of this inner dialogue took place in the merest 
fraction of a second. I scrambled, and got my hands 
underneath my butt on the seat. Pressing down against 
the edges of the seat, I also pushed up with my heels 
against the floor, lifting my whole body up quickly.

It was like a face-up pushup. I was able to lever my 
hips up, and drive my cock into her tight, wet, spasming 
pussy. Not to full depth, because my thighs were hitting 
hers where she stood, and I didn't want to knock her 
down, but I got a solid four inches in, and I kept at 
it, fucking as fast as I could, driving towards my 
orgasm with all of my concentration, only seconds away.

Lola was shaking so hard her teeth were chattering. "W-
w-wait!" She cried, grabbing my shoulders with fingers 
like claws. "I c-can't ... WILL! N-NO! OH SHIT!!"

She finally got a deep breath, shut her eyes and just 
screamed, her voice shrill and loud.

I was so desperate to cum that my brain was on a ten-
second delay, so I didn't even register that she had 
said no. But what happened next got my attention.

As she screamed, it suddenly felt like I was getting 
shot with Amy's water cannon, about two inches above 
where the base of my dick was rooted in my pelvis. 
Surprisingly warm liquid splashed all over my crotch, 
and splattered up my torso, like a small water balloon 
had burst. It went everywhere.

Three or four good jets of liquid sprayed against me, 
and as I looked down in shock, I could actually SEE the 
last two jets blast out of Lola's pussy. She was 
ejaculating on me. Lola was squirting!

I was so shocked that my orgasm almost came (Heh.) as a 
surprise when my testicles fired a second later. I tried 
to maintain my position inside of her, but her legs 
seemed to go limp, and she sat back down on my cock, and 
I collapsed onto the seat, my balls pumping semen into 
her.

Lola was crying, and shaking, and apparently, still 
cumming, her pussy squeezing me tightly. She buried her 
face in my neck the minute she sat on me, and all I 
could do was grunt and cling to her as my OWN orgasm 
roared through me.

My brain was a whirlwind, fragments of thoughts crashing 
around, my cock STILL going crazy, even as my testicles 
finally went calm. Lola clung to me and wept, while I 
tried to reassemble some form of thought.

I realized I was sitting in a puddle, there on the 
chair. "W-what?" I managed, trying to say 'what's wrong' 
because of the way she was crying.

"It wasn't pee!" Lola sobbed, her voice distraught, "I 
swear it wasn't pee! I didn't piss on you!"

"I know!" I gasped, holding her. "I know that." She sat 
up a bit and looked at me (moving my over-exerted cock 
inside her), her eyes wide. "You KNOW?" quickly, she 
wiped her eyes, "I was sure you would think I was 
pissing on you." She sniffed hard and wiped her nose, 
staring at me as if she couldn't believe what I was 
telling her.

"I think that was..." Man, I was loopy, "Did you just 
squirt on me?"

Lola placed her hand over her mouth and nodded, her eyes 
a little wild. "I didn't mean to! I didn't KNOW it was 
going to happen, but then I couldn't stop it." She 
mumbled. "You're not mad?"

"Why on earth would I be mad?" I asked, genuinely 
confused and completely out of breath.

"It's... . weird. It's not normal, and I was afraid you 
would think it was gross. I swear it almost NEVER 
happens. This is only the third time, ever in my life." 
She said, stroking my chest with her hands, as if trying 
to placate me.

"I'm NOT MAD." I said firmly, holding her shoulders.

The corner of her mouth flickered in a crooked smile as 
she stared at me. "Seriously?" She said, starting to 
believe me. "It wasn't too gross?"

"It wasn't gross at all. I liked it." I said, and she 
sighed and slumped a little. "God, I was so scared." She 
looked at me. "I'm so glad you knew what it was! *I* 
didn't even know what it was the first two times."

I weakly waved my hand where she could see it. "Hello, I 
got my Sex-Ed from porn." I grinned sheepishly.

"I had to do research to find out." Lola said, still 
emotional. "I thought there was something wrong with me. 
It wasn't until I read Dr. Grafenberg's study that I 
realized what was actually happening." (I didn't know it 
then, but it turns out that Grafenberg is who the "G" 
spot is named after, or something like that.)

"Squirting is in lots of movies. I wasn't freaking out, 
I was just excited." I said, "It was really intense, and 
I loved it. I hope you do it again. Lots of times." I 
ran out of energy, and slumped back a little.

Lola just shut her eyes, shook her head, and leaned 
against me again, smiling. My cock was still inside of 
her, but as we were both still mostly out of breath, and 
completely exhausted, we stayed just as we were.

"I love you so much." She slurred, her breath cooling my 
sweaty neck. "I can't even spell it out. I love you so 
much."

"I love you too." I said. 

We sat there for a minute or two, just relaxing, our 
bodies stuck together with sweat and cum, mine and hers.

Suddenly, we heard footsteps coming up the back steps. 
We both tried to jump into action, only we were both 
groggy and exhausted and the tile floor around us was 
wet and slippery. Lola leapt up about four inches before 
her feet slipped out from under her and she crashed 
roughly back down, hurting both of us, as my cock was 
still buried in her pussy. "Ow!" I grunted, and tried to 
lift her by her armpits, only both of us were still weak 
from the huge orgasms we had just had.

"Oh no!" Lola whispered, her voice pinched and hoarse. 
"I can't get up!" She struggled to rise again only this 
time her right foot shot out sideways, almost dumping 
her in the floor. I grabbed her to keep her from 
falling. We teetered on the chair for a second.

There was a knock, and Karen's voice came through the 
door. "Hello? Anybody home?"

"Shit, shit, shit!" Lola squeaked, grabbing onto my 
shoulders and trying to press herself upwards, but only 
succeeding in scrunching me down. Without her legs to 
lift her, she didn't have enough oomph in her arms to 
lift herself, and even if she did, the floor was too wet 
for her to stand on. I suppose I could have shoved her 
into the floor, but I didn't have the energy to lift her 
so close to two seriously intense orgasms. I'm not even 
sure if I was fully alert yet.

"I can't get up!" She croaked, looking at me, her eyes 
wide in panic. "Did you lock the door when you came in?"

I struggled to think. "No, I-" I mumbled, just as the 
door opened a crack.

"Oops." I heard Karen say, as if to herself. Lola buried 
her face in my shoulder, away from the opening door, and 
whimpered as if in terror. I sat dumbfounded, as the 
door opened more, and Karen stepped into the kitchen.

"Hello? Your door's- OH GEEZ!" Karen ducked back behind 
the door. There was a tense moment of silence. Lola 
clung to me and shivered.

"Um, did I... interrupt anything?" I heard Karen's 
voice, nervous and tiny.

I shook my head, and then remembered that she wouldn't 
have heard that, so I found my voice. "No, we were... . 
done." I finished weakly. I held Lola, who was rigid as 
a board. I could feel her blush as warmth against my 
shoulder. "Fuck." she whispered.

Karen peeked around the edge of the door, and ducked 
back again. Besides my heart pounding, and Lola 
breathing heavily in shock and embarrassment, I realized 
I could hear another sound, a kind of hiccupping snort 
from Karen. It took me a second to realize she was 
laughing. Hard.

The absurdity of the situation started to sink in, and 
before I could help it, I was laughing too, just a 
little bit. Lola stiffened even further, and peeked at 
me. "Are you LAUGHING?!" She hissed at me, even as Karen 
stumbled the rest of the way into the kitchen and shut 
the door, leaning against it, laughing her ass off.

"Oh my God," She cackled, holding her stomach. "If you 
could only see you guys!"

Seeing her laughing so hard only served to make me laugh 
harder. Lola was mortified. "What are you laughing at?!" 
She whispered at me, and after a few moments, I could 
see her fighting a smile herself. "I mean, just because 
your sister caught us after sex, and my whole ass is 
hanging out." She snorted, and then began to laugh 
herself. "I mean, talk about undignified."

"Uh huh," Karen laughed. "This is it, alright." She 
wiped her nose and hiccupped, laughing again. Stepping 
forward, she picked up Lola's robe from under the 
barstools and walked over to us, trying to avert her 
eyes in sympathy.

"I guess we're not in trouble?" Lola giggled, exhausted, 
slumping back against me.

"I would guess that we're not." I chuckled. Karen 
giggled as well, her sandals squelching loudly on the 
wet tiles. She draped the robe over Lola's shoulders, 
and looked down.

"What is... what am I standing in?" She asked 
quizzically. Lola blushed and struggled into the robe. 
"Well, um... it's a long story." I could tell she was 
ashamed again. Time to deal with that.

"You've heard of female ejaculation?" I asked Karen. Her 
eyes widened.

"No way!" She said, awed. "You mean... it's real? I 
thought that was fake!"

"It's real." I said, grinning. "And it's pretty 
amazing."

"No kidding!" Karen said, smiling at Lola's back. Lola 
heard her tone, and turned to look at her. "Seriously? 
You're not grossed out either?"

Karen shook her head. "I'm dying to know what it's like. 
Maybe a little jealous." She held up her fingers about 
half an inch apart and squinted through the gap.

Lola took a deep breath and relaxed. "I ... I don't know 
what to say. Except to ask if you could help me up." She 
said weakly, looking sheepish. Karen looked at us again. 
"You mean you're ...?"

"We're stuck." I admitted, and Karen laughed again, just 
a little bit.

"Awwww." She cooed, teasing us. "Ok. Heeeeeere we go." 
She said, and put her arms around Lola from behind, 
lifting her as Lola managed to stand. My (somehow still 
mostly erect, although nearly fucked raw) dick pulled 
out of her pussy with a wet little slurp, as we both 
gasped. I helped Lola rise, and she threw her arm around 
Karen's shoulders. "Sorry. I'm still a little clumsy. I 
kinda feel like I've been turned inside out, and my legs 
are shot."

Karen patted her dangling hand, her other arm around 
Lola's waist supportively. "I think I already know what 
that feels like." She reassured Lola.

They staggered off towards the living room. I took a 
moment to collect my wits (such as I had left), grabbed 
my undershorts, and stumbled in to join them.

"So to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Lola 
was asking archly, teasing. Karen helped her sit on the 
couch where she promptly stretched out lengthwise. Karen 
knelt comfortably in the floor next to her.

"You mean other than Will?" Karen joked. "The pleasure, 
I mean."

"Yes, besides that." Lola said, still playing the aloof 
hostess, although smiling. "Did you know what we were up 
to?"

"I had no idea." Karen confessed. "I came out because 
Will left to get the mail at 10:00, and right now it's 
nearly noon."

Hearing that, I was a little shocked. "Noon already?" I 
blurted. That means we were making love for almost two 
hours straight, not counting walk times. OK, maybe more 
like a solid hour and 45 minutes. Still, though. That 
seemed like a while. I sat gingerly on the edge of the 
wingback chair and clumsily tried to get my feet into my 
underwear.

Lola looked likewise surprised. "Seriously? Is it that 
late?" Karen nodded, grinning. 

"No wonder you came to check on us." Lola said weakly. 

"Uh huh." Karen said with a huge smile.

"It honestly didn't seem like that long," I said, even 
though my dick was aching, and my hips and shoulders 
were starting to check in. Sore, all around. I got my 
feet situated in my underwear, and got it as high as my 
knees. To pull them all the way up would involve 
standing, and I resolved to give that a few minutes.

"Time flies when you're having fun, I guess." Karen 
purred knowingly, giving me a sexy look over her 
shoulder, before turning back to Lola. "So, tell me 
about the... ejaculation thing. I want details."

Lola blushed. "It's... Well, I mean, it doesn't happen 
that often. That was the third time in my life that it 
happened." She winced. "It's kinda gross."

"No. Way." Karen took her hand. "You can cum like a man. 
How cool is that? When Amy finds out, she is going to be 
crazy jealous." She touched Lola's brow tenderly. "I'm 
curious. How does it work?"

Lola looked a little upset. "I don't know. It just... 
happens sometimes. I can't exactly tell beforehand, it's 
kind of a surprise." She took a deep breath. "The first 
time it happened was on my honeymoon. At the resort we 
had a suite that had a big bed, and a Jacuzzi, and our 
own private mini-pool on the terrace. They even had a 
little double-door wall niche for room service, in case 
you were naked." Lola interrupted herself. "Um, is this 
weird? Am I being too pathetic?"

I blinked, and Karen rubbed her hand. "What do you 
mean?"

Lola looked guilty. "I keep talking about (asshole) all 
the time. I don't even mention his name for months, but 
the minute I fall in love again, I'm talking about him 
like he's here. You guys have got to be totally sick of 
hearing about him."

I shrugged. "He was the majority of the sexual 
experience you've had before now. What you and he shared 
was all you had to compare to, so it's not like it's 
irrelevant."

"I don't want to keep comparing you to him, that's what 
I mean," Lola said, but Karen shook her head, 
interrupting her.

"Are all the comparisons favorable?" Karen asked. Lola 
nodded firmly. "You bet your gorgeous ass they are." She 
snapped.

"Then feel free to compare whatever you need to," I 
said, with a magnanimous wave of my hand, and both Karen 
AND Lola laughed at that one.

"I'm just worried that you're going to get annoyed with 
me mentioning him." Lola said, "Even though you're all 
better than he was, I don't know why I keep bringing him 
up."

"Well, we were talking about something specific, right?" 
Karen asked, to Lola's nod. "If he was there too, you 
don't have to pretend he wasn't. Eventually, I hope we 
can replace all those bad old memories with better new 
ones. Maybe not today, but still..." Karen finished, but 
Lola shook her head with an evil smile.

"Maybe today, at that." Lola smiled at me, even though 
she was answering Karen. "Will has blown all of my 
previous experiences right out of the water. I can 
guarantee you that. Honestly, you missed it earlier. For 
a second there, I swear I felt the heartbeat of the 
universe."

"You'll have to tell me all about it, in detail." Karen 
purred, and Lola blushed again, delightedly. "Meanwhile 
finish your story. You were on your honeymoon, annnnd?"

Lola sighed. "Our third or fourth day, we decided to 
stay nude, and perform some kind of sexual act in every 
room. When we were doing this, we started when we woke 
up, and ended up in the Jacuzzi at around dinnertime. We 
were having sex, me bending over, him behind me-"

"Doggy-style." Karen said, but Lola made a face. "I've 
never liked that description. It seems so... cheap 
and... insincere."

"Sorry," Karen said. Lola patted her hand. "I didn't 
mean to fuss at you. I just don't like the term doggy-
style."

Karen nodded. Lola continued. "So we were having sex, 
and it was about my third or fourth orgasm of the day, 
and I suddenly just got this... feeling. I was 
exhausted, and I didn't know what it was, but I just let 
it go. I was too tired and loopy to care, and... . I 
could feel it happening, even though I was mostly 
submerged. I think I shot him in the balls, but in the 
Jacuzzi with the water going, he couldn't really tell." 
She said, and Karen giggled. "It felt different, but I 
wasn't really sure what had happened. It didn't feel 
bad, so I just didn't mention it."

"The second time was bad. We'd been celebrating some big 
legal victory of his, and we'd been drinking champagne, 
and we were both a little bit tipsy." Lola cleared her 
throat. "When it happened, I let it go, and it splashed 
him on his crotch. He was convinced I had urinated on 
him, and he flipped out. Literally, screaming at me, 
swearing. He tried to stand up and urinate on me, but he 
still had an erection, and couldn't do it. He ended up 
throwing things and storming out." 

She sighed, and Karen kissed her hand. "That was a 
really bad night. That was actually right near the very 
end of the actual marriage." Lola said thoughtfully, 
staring intently off into space. "You know, the part 
where I could still pretend to myself that nothing was 
unfixably wrong."

"It's not your fault." Karen said.

"I know," Lola smiled weakly at her. "He'd already been 
cheating on me, so our marriage at that point was 
already just imaginary, but... I'm sure it didn't help." 
She paused. "You know, sometimes I think the only thing 
I'm giving you guys is my own emotional baggage."

Karen shook her head. "Forget that. Right now. He was a 
jerk, and he'll always be a jerk. You were enjoying 
yourself in a moment of intimacy, and he couldn't handle 
it. Forget it. You can cum as much or as hard as you 
want."

"And then YOU," Lola said, smiling at me, pretending to 
be annoyed. "I felt it happening and tried to hold back, 
but you started up and just pushed me right over the 
edge!"

"I'm sorry if that was the wrong thing to do, but I 
couldn't help it." I admitted. "I was so close, and I 
didn't grasp what you were doing until it happened. But 
don't feel bad. I liked it." I grinned at her. "As a 
matter of fact, I loved it. That was great!"

She looked at me wistfully. "Do you mean it? You don't 
think I'm a freak?"

I laughed. "Absolutely not. I *loved* it. I hope it 
happens again."

Lola wiped her brow. "It doesn't happen every time, 
but... maybe I can stop feeling weird. It was actually 
very embarrassing. I knew I was right when I felt wasn't 
actually peeing, but still. I felt ashamed about it, 
especially after (asshole.)"

"Forget him. He sucked." Karen said firmly, and leaned 
in to kiss Lola. My cock twitched, a little painfully 
now. When they parted, both looked happier.

"So, I want to ask you guys," Karen said, blushing, 
first at Lola, then at me.

"What, honey?" Lola asked, caressing Karen's hair.

"Seeing as how I barged in right at the end of your 
lovemaking... I'm thinking maybe I could do the cleanup 
for you?" She asked, her eyes twinkling. Lola blushed 
hard.

"I was just going to mop the kitchen," I said 
nonchalantly, but Karen fixed me with a wicked stare.

"Not. That. Part." She said, biting off her words in 
mock exasperation. "I meant the licking you both clean 
part."

Lola had covered her face with one hand, her eyes 
shocked, but seemingly excited.

Karen turned to her. "Would that be ok? Would you like 
that?" She cooed, touching Lola's thigh softly. After a 
moment, Lola nodded quickly.

"Let me get Will first." Karen said gently, and rose, 
walking slowly over to me and kneeling again at my feet. 
Oh my god. I was entranced.

"Hi." She said lightly, touching my chest, and sliding 
her fingers down past my stomach.

"Hi." I blurted, "Be gentle, please. He's... a little 
tired." Karen nodded, her beautiful lips pursed in 
sympathy.

"Poor thing." She cooed, leaning in from the side. She 
pulled her hair back with her right hand, and then 
reached around behind her head with her left and held it 
there. Leaning in close, she kissed the tip of my dick 
softly. "It's ok. I'm here now." she murmured to it, her 
breath cool on my tender skin. "I'm going to take good 
care of you. Just rest." More soft kisses, and then she 
began with long, careful licks, all the way from the 
base to the head.

She was being careful to hold her head just so, her hair 
out of the way. It wasn't until I thought to glance at 
Lola that I realized Karen was performing for an 
audience. Lola's eyes were like saucers, and she was 
staring at Karen, half nervous, half hungry. Karen 
continued with long, slow sucking, her lips slurping 
just enough to be heard, as her tongue swirled and 
danced around the head of my penis. Wowsers.

Very soon, she was done, and actually blew on it to dry 
it off, her cool breath relaxing me, soothing my 
overexcited nerves. "Ahhhhhhhhh," I sighed, and lay back 
as if the wingback chair were a bed.

"Theeeeere we go." Karen said softly, and rubbed my 
thigh. "He'll be good as new in no time."

"Thanks." I mumbled, and she patted my knee and stood.

Turning, she shook out her hair, and stalked over 
towards Lola, who simply lay on the couch and gazed up 
at Karen.

"Ready?" She purred, and Lola shook her head. "Nuh uh." 
Lola said, but smiled.

Karen knelt by her side and leaned in for a kiss, which 
lasted for almost a minute. If I wasn't so exhausted, I 
would have been turned on all over again.

When they separated from their kiss, Karen moved down 
towards Lola's knees, walking her fingers down Lola's 
leg like the phone book mascot. Lola giggled, and slowly 
moved her legs apart, one laying along the couch, the 
other out into the room.

"I love you," Lola blurted suddenly. Karen stopped, and 
smiled warmly at her. "I love you too. I've never done 
this before, so I'll do my best. I'm a little nervous."

Lola just clutched her hands together right against her 
chin, as she lay on the couch. "It's ok. I'm super 
nervous." She smiled weakly. "But I'm also thrilled to 
be here."

In lieu of a response, Karen knelt between her legs and 
kissed her knee. Lola shivered happily.

Smoothing her hands up Lola's thighs, Karen pushed up 
her robe, to expose Lola's pussy, along with her furry 
little trapezoid. "I like your little bush," Karen 
smiled, stroking it with a fingertip, "It's so nice and 
neat." 

Lola sighed deeply, and almost purred. "I can't just let 
it grow wild, it feels gross."

Karen nodded. "I keep mine in just a little stripe." 

Lola blushed and grinned. "I saw it through your white 
swimsuit." She admitted. Karen smiled knowingly, still 
stroking Lola's pubic hair, now with two fingertips.

"Oooh, you've got a wet spot here." Karen clucked 
playfully. "I wonder why that is." I could see her 
gently tickle the lower folds of Lola's vagina with a 
fingertip.

"It's ok, the couch is scotchgarded." Lola gasped. "The 
cats."

"Good." Karen purred, and then she leaned forward, 
blocking my view. I could no longer see what she was 
doing, but she had both hands in play, and I could see 
little motions of the back of her head, indicating she 
was licking or sucking on something. She started out 
slowly, and I could tell from the instant she began, 
that Lola was loving it.

She kept her eyes closed, but her mouth was open, 
voicing little gasps and grunts of pleasure, as Karen 
kept up her ministrations. "Oh my god!" Lola gasped, her 
voice tiny. "oh!"

Karen raised her head momentarily to speak. "There's a 
lot of cum down here. Do you want me to stop?"

After a moment's hesitation, Lola shook her head 
jerkily. Karen went back to work, apparently doing 
something good, because Lola started taking deeper 
breaths, and writhing on the couch. "Oh gaaawwwwwwd!" 
She whined, her voice still quiet, although higher 
pitched, "I don't know if I can cum again, I'm ...oh! oh 
god!"

Karen worked faster, now making a noise like 
'lumlumlumlumlumlum,' clearly teasing the hell out of 
Lola's clit, and Lola's eyes popped open, staring down 
at Karen, lip-locked to her pussy.

"Oh my god, you're going to ... I can't ...oh shit! yeah 
yeah yeahyeahyeahyeah!" Lola cried, squirming 
uncontrollably. It was so hot, my penis had gotten erect 
again, even though it was still sore. Karen was licking 
(and maybe fingering, I couldn't see) Lola to a fourth 
orgasm.

"Oh my GAWD!" Lola squawked, gasping for air, "I'm ... 
I'm ... uuuuuuhAAAAAAAHAA HAA HAAAAAA!" She squealed, 
her voice tight, her teeth clenched, as she came on 
Karen's tongue. (Not the ejaculation kind, just the 
orgasm kind.)

She reached down frantically and pushed Karen away, then 
just lay back down on the couch and covered her face 
with her hands, trying to catch her breath, as air 
practically whistled out between her fingers. Her body 
twitched and shook, as Karen rubbed her thighs 
soothingly.

"Holy fucking shit!" Lola spat, exhausted, her body 
still twitching. "I swear I didn't have another orgasm 
left to give. God!"

"I *think* I got all the cum," Karen said in a 
thoughtful tone, teasing. She carefully sucked two of 
her fingers, one at a time, as if cleaning them off.

One hand still covering her face, Lola weakly shook her 
fist at Karen. "You got something, you ...you ...I don't 
know." Her arm dropped.

She sniffled, and wiped her eyes, struggling to sit up. 
When I realized she was crying, I managed to stagger to 
my feet and get to the couch, putting my arms around 
her. "Are you ok?" I asked, concerned. Karen rubbed her 
knee from where she still knelt on the floor.

"I'm ... amazing." Lola said, smiling through her tears. 
"It's just... this is so wonderful. I'm overwhelmed."

Karen noted my erection bulge in my underwear. "Oh! Are 
you back?" She asked, surprised.

"Not at all." I said gently, but firmly. "I just can't 
turn it off, and it hurts a little. Maybe more than a 
little."

Karen clambered to her feet and jogged to the kitchen, 
where I heard water running. Lola sagged against me 
bonelessly. "I am so happy, I can't even contain it." 
She confessed. I put my arm around her and held her. We 
both smelled like sweat and sex.

Karen returned with a damp dishcloth, which she handed 
to me. It was cool, but not too cold. "Put that around 
him and hopefully he'll calm down." I did so, and 
immediately yelped. "Whoo!"

Karen smiled weakly, and turned her attention back to 
Lola, who leaned forward and grabbed her in a tight hug. 
They stayed that way for a while. My soothed erection 
faded, and soon Karen and Lola parted.

"I totally need a shower now, I don't care what anybody 
says." Lola admitted.

"How about a soak in the pool?" I heard myself ask. 
Karen looked at me thoughtfully, and Lola blinked.

"Just float around and relax?" Karen smiled, and I 
nodded.

"That sounds nice." Lola sighed, but slumped against me. 
"Someone will have to dress me, though. I'm not sure if 
I can move."

"Awwwwww," Karen said, patting Lola's thigh. Lola 
clutched her hand and smiled. "I love you," she 
confessed, "Thank you."

Karen gave her a beautiful smile. "How about I help you 
get dressed, and we'll go?"

Lola nodded, and as she stood weakly, I realized that 
she was going to need to drive, but with the mustang was 
parked at the house, only her car was here, and it only 
held two people. "If you don't mind, I think I'll walk 
back, that way when you're ready, you two can just drive 
out." I said.

Lola looked at me with a pouty face, but then smiled. 
"I'll miss you."

"We both will," Karen said to me, smiling, "but it won't 
be for long."

Lola took a few limping steps towards the hallway, and I 
winced. "Limping?" I said sadly.

Karen put her arm around Lola's shoulder and helped her. 
"It'll be ok. Same thing happened to me."

"Whew." Lola sighed. "I didn't really know what I was 
getting into. No regrets, though."

"Sorry." I said to her back. She looked over her 
shoulder at me. "Honey, you don't EVER apologize for 
that, ok? Not ever. I am so happy right now."

She and Karen talked as they went upstairs, Karen asking 
where her swimsuit was, Lola talking about finding her 
sweatpants. After a few minutes of just resting my eyes, 
I walked to the kitchen and picked up my shirt and 
shorts, stepping back into my tennis shoes. Upstairs I 
heard water running, and somebody laughed. *Girl time, I 
guess,* I thought, and called out my goodbyes.

Walking back down the driveway at a leisurely pace, I 
enjoyed the cool breeze. Life is good.

As I neared corner of the house, I heard Lola coming up 
the driveway behind me, and as I turned, I saw her 
little convertible zooming along, top down, her and 
Karen both smiling at me. I turned and stuck my thumb 
out, as if I were hitchhiking, and on sudden impulse, 
used my other hand to pull my penis and testicles out 
over my waistband, dangling them out in the open too.

As they roared past me, Lola stuck her tongue out, and 
Karen laughed and shouted "Whoo whoo!"

I put away the equipment and followed, reaching the 
convertible as Lola's door opened. "I would have stopped 
for you, but I wasn't sure if I had room for your 
luggage," She joked, pointing at my crotch.

"You didn't seem to mind earlier," I teased, as Karen 
came around to take her arm and help her get up.

'Yeah, and I'm STILL not sure that I had room for it." 
Lola said, smiling weakly. "I think I've been fucked 
hollow."

"Sorry!" I winced again, but Lola shook her head. "I 
told you, don't apologize."

We walked up on the patio, me by myself, Lola leaning on 
Karen. The glass door opened, and Liu Si came out, 
wearing a little babydoll t-shirt with a cartoon owl on 
it, and khaki shorts. "Hello!" She called, and then 
seemed to notice Lola was limping. "Oh no! Did you hurt 
your foot?" She said in dismay.

"No, something good happened, not something bad." Karen 
said.

"Something REALLY good." Lola added, and took my hand. 
Liu Si lit up like a Christmas tree, and ran into the 
house shouting for Amy.

We sat Lola in a patio chair, and I stayed with her 
while Karen went inside. "I love you," I said, and 
Lola's eyes were immediately damp. "I love you too!" She 
said, "I also love hearing you say that."

"Well, get used to it." I smiled. "Do you need anything? 
I'm gonna go change."

"Something to drink might be nice," Lola said. "I'm 
actually wearing my swimsuit underneath, so I don't need 
to change."

I nodded, and went inside, to find Amy standing in the 
kitchen, clutching Karen's hands excitedly.

"-was perfect." Karen was blushing. "Just like you 
said."

"SO Awesome!" Amy cried, hopping up and down. "I'm so 
proud of you."

"It was easier than I thought," Karen admitted. "I 
played with Will a little, to set the mood, and then 
just went for it. She loved it, and so did I."

"Yes!" Amy cheered, and ran over to me. "Hey there, 
Mister I'm-going-to-get-the-mail."

"Hi." I blushed a little, and Amy grabbed me in a big 
bear hug. "I'm SO happy!"

"Why are YOU so happy?" I smiled, curious.

"Well, my sexy student just passed her first oral exam." 
Amy jerked a thumb over her shoulder at Karen, who was 
blushing. "Right? That's the first pussy you've actually 
licked?"

"Yes." Karen said, still blushing, but looking proud of 
herself.

"So you're like a sexual Jedi?" I asked. "Teaching your 
powers to others?"

"I don't think you can put sex and Star Wars together in 
a sentence like that." Amy stuck her finger at my chest 
playfully. I laughed.

"No, seriously, what I'm happy about most is that Lola 
doesn't have to be lonely anymore." Amy said, with a 
hiccup, and I was shocked to see a single tear roll down 
her cheek.

Liu Si came down the hallway from the bathroom and 
walked over to take Amy's hand. Amy wiped the tear away 
and spoke again, her voice a little tighter. "She was SO 
lonely, so miserable. And now we get to really love her, 
to make her happy! Not to just TELL her we love her, but 
to SHOW her! This is so great!" She hugged Liu Si 
tightly, and then gave me a hug that made my ribs creak.

"Thank you." She said to me.

"I didn't really do-" I began, but she cut me off. "Shut 
up. Yes you did." She reached up and pulled my head down 
for a long kiss. Liu Si cleared her throat after a 
moment. "Our guest is probably wondering where we all 
went." She said kindly.

Amy broke the kiss with a "Mwaah!" sound. I took a deep 
breath and grinned. Amy hugged Liu Si again. A quick 
kiss, and they parted, Liu Si still with her arm around 
Amy's shoulders.

"I'm going to go change into my trunks." I said, 
watching them.

"Or not." Karen said, raising an eyebrow.

'Huh?" I asked. Karen trotted closer, and I was 
entranced by her jiggle.

"We could all skinny dip." Karen blushed, with a wicked 
smile. Amy looked thrilled.

Liu Si blushed hard and clapped a hand over her mouth in 
surprise. Karen saw this, and patted the air soothingly. 
"I mean *some* of us could, sorry honey."

Liu Si took her hand away. "I am not ready to be naked 
in front of Lola yet." She said softly, and Amy hugged 
her again. "It's cool." Amy comforted. "You don't have 
to, it was just an idea."

"I think swimsuits are good for starters." I said, and 
Karen nodded. "Of course."

"There's always later." I leered, and she blushed 
another smile.

I got a glass of iced tea from the fridge, and took it 
out to Lola while the girls ran off to change. "Your 
refreshment, madam."

"Thanks." She smiled at me. I got the feeling that she 
didn't want me to walk away, so I pulled up another 
chair and sat close enough to hold her non-beverage 
hand.

She took a sip of tea and sighed happily. "Ah, that's 
good. My throat was a little parched."

*Maybe from all the happy screaming,* I thought 
playfully, but did not say.

"What happens next?" Lola asked me, tired but still 
happy, maybe a little nervous.

"Next we go swimming." I said kindly, caressing her 
hand, just sorta playing with her fingers.

"No, I mean... us. You and me. Karen and me, goodness. 
How does this work?" She asked.

"How has it worked so far?" I said, (not sure how to 
answer her question) "I think we play it by ear. I trust 
you. Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do," Lola said, " AND Karen."

"Then we'll be fine." I kissed her hand, and she had a 
little hitch of breath. "I promise you as best I can."

"I love you," she said, a second later. "I love you 
too." I said, in response, but she shook her head.

"No, I mean I really, really love you. It's not a 
greeting or a farewell, it's not something people just 
say. I. Love. You," she said, looking deep into my eyes. 
"There aren't even the right words for what I feel, ok? 
So this will have to suffice. I love you." She clutched 
my hand tightly.

"All the tough-gal bravado, the 'I'm allergic to 
marriage' cynicism, all the divorcee baggage, none of 
that... bullshit is holding up." She looked at me 
closely. "I'm as helpless as a baby here, ok? You and 
your sisters have gotten under my skin, literally inside 
my heart. I need you."

"I'm right here." I said, reaching out with my other 
hand to grasp her shoulder in reassurance.

"Trust is a rare currency, ok? Really deep down? And I'm 
admitting that I am giving you ALL of mine, Ok? Please 
don't hurt me. I don't have any emotional armor left." 
She said, her voice getting tighter. I nodded, a little 
scared myself of the level of intimacy she was sharing.

"I don't take it lightly." I promised her. "We're 
putting our lives in your hands as well. We love you 
right back, hard."

She closed her eyes and nodded. "No regrets, though, 
right?" I asked, and she looked at me sharply.

"Of course not," she said, her expression softening. "I 
didn't mean it like that!"

"Sorry," I said, "It sounded like you were admitting 
something painful."

"No, I just meant... don't go breakin' my heart." She 
squeezed my hand.

"I couldn't if I tried," I said, suddenly remembering 
the song. Lola snorted. "Stinker."

I lifted up my shirt and took her hand, gently pressing 
her palm against my chest. Sitting perfectly still, I 
softly murmured, "Feel that heartbeat?"

She positioned her hand lower on my chest, and after a 
moment, nodded. "Consider that a promise. Hundreds of 
times per hour, this heartbeat is a promise that I will 
love and care for you, respect and cherish you." I said 
firmly. Lola bit her lips, her eyes wet again. She 
nodded silently. We sat there a moment, at peace, her 
hand still feeling my heartbeat.

"So are you ok? Do you think you'll be limping long?" I 
asked, still concerned.

She sighed happily, and shrugged. "I don't know. We'll 
just have to see. Did you know you're bigger than my 
vibrator?" She pierced me with a stare, a smile 
flickering at the corners of her mouth.

"I didn't know you even HAD a vibrator." I said, 
starting to grin and blush. 

"It's a tool of survival," she said, "It helps maintain 
self-control in public, knowing you can do it yourself 
in private. It gave me an out. But now you've really 
made it seem like a poor choice. That toy is not going 
to be anywhere NEAR as fun anymore."

"You could have warned me."

She laughed and shook her head. "No I couldn't have. I 
was gone, baby. You'd licked me so good, and I wanted 
more, and then it was like that moment at the top of a 
rollercoaster where you think 'oh crap, what have I 
gotten myself into.' And then it was... fucking 
amazing." She swore emphatically, and took another sip 
of tea.

Her hand was still gripping mine tightly, as if just 
holding on to me.

Amy came charging out in her bikini, followed a second 
later by Liu Si, walking at a more reserved pace. "Hi 
Lola!" Amy shouted, and galloped over to sit on the 
bottom end of the lounge chair on Lola's left. She 
tossed her towel over the back.

"Hi there, cutie." Lola smiled at her. Liu Si climbed up 
into the seat of the same chair as Amy, pulling her legs 
up like a cat, and throwing her towel over the back as 
well. She gave Lola a big eyes-closed smile, and waved.

"Hello to you too, sweetie." Lola giggled.

"I heard you had a good morning," Amy said 
conspiratorially. Lola blushed. "Then you heard 
correctly."

"I also heard you had a secret, but Karen wouldn't tell 
me what it was." Amy said, with a tiny flash of 
annoyance.

Lola's jaw dropped, and she looked genuinely 
embarrassed. "I, uh..." She looked at me, but I patted 
her hand reassuringly. "It's NOT a bad thing." I said 
kindly. 

"I'm just... all my secrets! Poof!" She stammered, eyes 
wide. I frowned. "I'm sorry. We're used to sharing 
everything. It's not gossip, it's just..."

"I'll get used to it, I'm sure, I just... it was a 
surprise." Lola said, calming down. "I'm SO used to 
keeping everything bottled up inside, and now... 
whoosh."

"WE taught Karen how to... you know, " Amy blushed, 
"please a woman. How did she do?" Liu Si was blushing as 
well.

Lola gave a little nervous cough. "Well, um, I was 
quite...pleased. After... Will, here, I didn't think I 
had any orgasms left, but she found one, and it was tiny 
but intense." She blushed. "I can't believe I'm telling 
this to nine-year-olds."

"SEXY nine-year-olds." Amy corrected, still blushing, 
still smiling. Liu Si giggled, and reached out to stroke 
Amy's shoulder.

"Karen said you are EXTRA special," Liu Si spoke up. 
"That you have a secret talent that makes you even more 
wonderful and amazing."

"I-I don't know if It's THAT amazing, or wonderful," 
Lola blushed, looking abashed.

"It is." I soothed, "Trust me."

Observing Lola's reticence, I looked at her closely. "If 
you're still embarrassed, you don't have to say it. Or 
*I* could say it for you?"

"No," She shook her head, and started to smile. "I got 
this."

She turned to look at the IBTC. "Have you ever heard of 
Female Ejaculation?" She said.

Liu Si looked puzzled, but Amy blinked and then looked 
dumbfounded. Like her face literally went *boing.* "No 
...Way!" She breathed. Lola nodded, smiling self-
consciously.

Liu Si looked at Amy. "Female what?" she asked quietly.

"She squirts!" Amy yelped, excited. "When she cums, 
she... shoots cum or some kind of liquid out of her ... 
self!" She rapidly waved her hand in front of her groin, 
as if miming something shooting out.

Liu Si's eyes widened. "Mei Far!" (no way)

"Not every time," Lola said, patting the air with her 
hand. "It's only been three times, and I don't know how 
it works." She seemed a little dismayed, but more amused 
by Amy's reaction.

Amy was getting to her feet in excitement. "But you did 
it on Will?"

"Yep," I said, grinning from ear to ear.

"What was it like?" Amy begged, and Liu Si was studying 
me as well.

"It was heavenly," I stated, patting Lola's hand. "I 
loved it."

"So awesome!" Amy squeaked, and hugged Lola close. "That 
is SO cool!"

Lola was still blushing, but definitely looking better, 
less embarrassed. She hugged Amy back.

"Everyone has a special talent!" Liu Si said happily.

"We do?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes!" Liu Si said, smiling warmly, as Amy and Lola let 
go of each other. "Amy can use her throat, and soon her 
bottom,"

"Hu Die has magic hands, and her tongue is AMAZING," Amy 
continued, her eyes rolling up in her head with delight.

"What about me?" I asked, perhaps unwisely.

"Your cock," Amy said, at the same second Liu Si said 
"Your hands." 

"Both of those, as well as quick recovery." Lola said, 
then after a second "Your attention to the needs of your 
partner. Your patience." She reached out to almost touch 
the band-aid on my face. "Your forgiving heart."

I took that hand and kissed it, looking deep into her 
eyes. "Sssshh." I murmured, "You don't need to butter me 
up. I'm yours already." She bit her lip.

Clearing her throat and turning back to Liu Si, she 
asked playfully. "And what's Karen's?"

"What's my what?" Karen asked, having walked up 
unnoticed. When we turned to look at her, she was taking 
off my robe again, to reveal...Oh my god, to reveal pure 
lust.

Karen was wearing a pink bikini that barely (and I MEAN 
that) qualified for the word "bikini." It looked like 
three eye patches held together by shoelaces. 

Tiny triangular patches covered her nipples, the thin 
straps somehow coping with the task of cradling her 
gorgeous breasts. The bottoms were just a small triangle 
as well, so low that I'm surprised her landing strip 
wasn't sticking out of the top. The material looked 
strangely sheer, as if it should have been transparent, 
but it seemed to be opaque on closer inspection, and 
believe me, I was inspecting closely. My penis silently 
announced its recovery, and began to grow harder.

No one could speak, we all just stared hungrily. Karen 
laughed nervously. "Well, come on, somebody say 
SOMETHING."

"Oh my god." I blurted.

"Honey, you look AMAZING!" Lola gasped.

"Shit!" Amy said, and then clapped a hand over her mouth 
in embarrassment.

"AMY!" Karen snapped, but she relaxed. Looking down at 
herself, she gave a slow half turn from side to side. 
"Is it on straight? I checked myself in the mirror, but 
the top keep feeling like it's going to shift."

"You are so gorgeous," Lola said. "I'm giving that to 
you. It's yours now."

"Thank you," Karen blushed, putting her hands on her 
hips and thrusting her chest out. "That's so sweet."

"No, it's selfish." Lola admitted. "I would rather look 
at you wearing it than wear it myself. God, I could just 
eat you up." 

Karen blushed, and turned. "How about the back?" She 
asked playfully.

The back was just a single tiny strap coming up from her 
butt-crack and meeting the side straps at a small gold 
hoop. Her entire bottom was bare. I groaned aloud, and 
Lola laughed.

"That is SO pretty," Amy said. "You look smokin' hot."

"Thank you." Karen said to her. Glancing at me, she bit 
her tongue playfully and wiggled her eyebrows. "I love 
it." I said helplessly.

"I saw it in her room when we went upstairs. This was 
the one she was teasing you with, so I asked if I could 
steal it for today." Karen grinned.

"That's the Wicked Weasel one?" I asked, blood still 
filling my penis, emptying my brain.

"Yep." Lola said weakly, "And now it belongs to her. I 
could never wear it that well."

Karen gave another little wiggle, as if testing the 
structural integrity of the strings, and I could hear 
Lola sigh hungrily. "Darling, you look incredible." She 
said.

"The bottom part feels a little weird, going up my butt 
the way it does, but I guess it looks good, so... ." 
Karen mused. For some reason, hearing her say the words 
"going up my butt" drove another inch of arousal into my 
cock.

Amy snorted, and Liu Si finally spoke. "I think that 
makes you look MORE naked than actually being naked." 
She blushed.

We all stared happily at Karen for another minute. A 
soon as she got done with the little adjustments she was 
making, she realized we were all still groping her with 
our eyes. "Whoa! C'mon you guys, is it really that bad?" 
She giggled, self consciously.

"No, it's really that good." Amy smiled, and got to her 
feet. "Show-off." She muttered, grinning.

Karen stuck her tongue out at Amy, and looked at me. I 
gave her my best smile, and made kissy lips at her, and 
she bounced happily on her toes. Oh lord.

Kicking off my shoes, I stood, and pulled my shirt off 
over my head, in preparation for getting in the pool. I 
was just wearing shorts and underwear, and I didn't want 
to waste time going to find my trunks. Not with all of 
this gorgeous ladyness waiting for me. When I had pulled 
the shirt off, I noticed Lola, Karen, Amy, and Liu Si 
now staring at me. Grinning, I struck a pose. "My turn 
to be ogled!" I announced, kidding. They laughed; but 
they also ogled.

Liu Si and Amy took off for the pool, followed by Karen, 
as I helped Lola stand. She slowly removed her blouse, 
to reveal her dark blue swimsuit, then turned around, 
and slooooowly bent over to remove her khaki capris, in 
what I can only describe as a strip show just for me. I 
watched with a huge smile.

"I can't compete with Karen in that sex sling," She 
pouted, looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Then I'm SO glad that this ISN'T a competition." I 
said, and scooped her up into my arms, kissing her. She 
kissed me back, her hands caressing my face. ("Woo woo!" 
Amy yelled, somewhere back behind me.) "And it never 
will be." I said, when we broke.

Lola was almost out of breath from the kiss, but she 
clung to me, eyes shining. "I am so happy right now, I 
don't even know what to say."

"Can I carry you to the pool?" I asked, "So you don't 
have to limp?"

"I'm only limping because someone REALLY gave me a 
workout this morning." She smiled. "I want you to stop 
feeling guilty about that, because I know you do."

"True," I admitted.

I scooped her into my arms, and carried her easily. "You 
are SO strong." she breathed.

"I told you before, you're lighter than you think. I 
would carry you anywhere you wanted to go." I said, and 
she rested her head against my shoulder.

I looked up, to see Karen standing on the edge of the 
pool, balletically wielding the bug skimmer. Amy and Liu 
Si were trying to combine the pool noodles into 
something big, like a raft. I clutched Lola to my chest.

After a few steps, she asked me a question. "With me and 
you, and Karen, and the munchkins, what do we call this? 
Boyfriend and girlfriends? Significant others?"

"Much more than that," I said, after a moment's thought. 
"We're family."

* * *
 
So here we are, at the end of it all, poolside. Karen is 
wearing her tiny pink bikini, looking gorgeous, Amy and 
Liu Si are working themselves into a lather, chasing 
each other around the pool, splashing, trying to get 
each other's suits off, and I'm reclining on a deck 
chair. Lola will be home soon, and we'll have dinner and 
whatever loveliness comes after.

It's been two months since Lola came to be with us as a 
true member of the family, and it has been absolute 
paradise. She still lives in her mother's home, but she 
spends so much time here that we don't really have to 
miss her too much. We've convinced her to sleep over a 
few times, and she has had us over to her house a few 
nights, but she still LIVES there, per Dad's 
instructions, back when he signed us over to her.

The system of taking turns for sex never really worked 
out, as there are just too many players. Amy and Liu Si 
are solidly coupled up, but they both still want to have 
me, together as well as separately. I'm more of a focal 
point between Karen and Lola, although there have been a 
few moments where it was just the two of them. 

Amy and Liu Si have never made love with Lola, although 
she does gladly answer questions and offer inspiration 
for new things they can do together. She taught them 
about tribalism, which was an instant hit. Amy wanted to 
get a double-ended dildo, but Liu Si solidly vetoed 
that. Tribalism, or tribbing, was about the same thing 
Liu Si had done when she rode my knee, it's just that 
both she and Amy rub their pussies together and are able 
to get off simultaneously. (Also, I have to admit, it is 
amazing to watch.)

So the new rule we all agreed on is this. If you want 
some special time with someone, you approach them. If 
they are up for it, go for it. For me, the way it seems 
to work out is that if they get me hard, they can play 
with whatever they cause. At this point, everyone has 
enough choices for partners that no one is going to get 
left out.

I am so indescribably lucky. When I sat out to write 
this down, to share our story with the world, it wasn't 
just to brag. (Ok, maybe just a *TINY* bit.) It was to 
reach out, to see if there was anyone else like us, to 
shout the message that True Love is real, and that you 
can't predict when and where you will find it. By 
sharing my life, via these pages, I am able to do that, 
as well as just let some of it out. I HAD to tell 
someone, I just couldn't hold all this in.

Other than my four beloved ladies, I don't have any 
friends to talk to, so when I'm full to bursting with 
excitement or a need to share, this was the best way I 
could think of to do it. You, dear Reader, are my 
confidant and confessor.

The thrashing in the pool has turned to huddled 
whispering. I sense mischief in the air. Any minute now 
Amy or Liu Si is going to get out of the pool and ask me 
to put lotion on her back, or her butt, and the other 
one is going to send a hand creeping up my shorts leg, 
you watch.

Karen sighs happily and readjusts her shoulders. I'm not 
sure if she's wearing that extremely tiny bikini to get 
my attention, or Lola's. Either way, she's sure to get 
one of us, maybe both.

Ah, I was right. Amy and Liu Si are heading for the 
steps, and Amy has already called my name. Time for me 
to put the laptop down and devote my full attention to 
them, you understand.

It's a beautiful day today.

Our Story, FINIS

* * *
Author Note: I would like to take a moment to personally 
and profoundly thank the people in my life who not only 
have made it possible for me to write this all down but 
for being such wonderful and loving individuals that 
made it possible for me to live it. I will, forever and 
always, be yours.

To Amy: I am so proud to be your big brother. Your 
energy, your fearlessness, and your generosity inspire 
me and make me wish I was similarly gifted. I love you, 
forever.

To Liu Si: Every day you share with us brightens our 
lives. Your quiet strength, your positive attitude, and 
your sense of wonder make me look at everything in new 
ways. I love you, forever.

To Karen: You are my light and my soul. I was lonely, 
miserable, and guilty, and you opened the door in my 
heart and flooded me with warmth and acceptance. Your 
selflessness, your kindness, and your bravery literally 
transformed my entire life. I love you, forever.

To Lola: Thank you so much for being with us. We existed 
in this little bubble, more or less isolated from "the 
real world," and you protected us and cared for us in 
ways we didn't even comprehend. You are an inspiration, 
and we are so lucky to have you in our family. Thank you 
for letting us love you. I love you, forever.

* * *

Here at the end I've put a few extra things, because I 
didn't know where to put them in the actual story. Think 
of them as DVD bonus features.

First, Amy made a list of some of the fantasy places she 
wanted to have sex, or at least do me. (and Liu Si.)

1. *Every* room in the house
2. The hot tub
3. The pool
4. The barn (winter and summer)
5. The gazebo
6. The car (NOT while driving, I insisted)
7. The back porch in broad daylight
8. The school parking lot in the middle of the night (we 
talked her out of that one)
9. The mall (I THINK we've got her talked out of this 
one)
10. In a tent, camping in one of our back fields (note 
to self: buy a tent)
11. If we can get enough snow, she wants to make an 
igloo and have "Eskimo sex" where you try to have sex 
while minimizing clothing removal. Like I'd just unzip, 
and she would bend over and pull her pants down just a 
few inches. (we actually got this one checked off in 
February 2010)

Karen also liked 1-5 and number 10, didn't feel the need 
for 6 and 7, and agreed with me that 8 and 9 are bad 
ideas. 

Second, at some point Amy and Liu Si started writing 
dirty poems, partly because they were fun, partly to 
help Liu Si get a better grasp on English, because 
writing poetry in your second language is damn hard. 
I've learned a little Chinese from the two of them, and 
I can't even begin to do it. Amy and Liu Si are very 
proud of these, and more or less demanded they be 
included.

Pretty Amy, dressed in red,
went downstairs to give some head.
Will, her brother, wanted some,
how many licks to make him cum?

Little Liu Si, looking hot,
asked Amy to touch her twat.
Amy's fingers worked it loose,
cov'ring them in pussy juice.

Karen fucked her brother Will,
sitting on the window sill.
Lola saw them from the yard,
wished she had a cock so hard.

Lola wanted something tight
in her pussy every night.
Will would gladly do the task,
all she had to do was ask.

You should know, our brother Will's
got a cock that gives us thrills.
Full of hot, delicious cum,
all the ladies ask for some.

Amy loved her brother's dick,
Long and hard and strong and thick.
She gave him an all-day pass
to her pussy, mouth, and ass.

Karen's gorgeous body looks
like a goddess found in books.
Lola asked if she could eat
her pussy; sticky, hot and sweet.

* * *

I want to give very special thanks to Hentai Foundry 
artist RIFT, known on DeviantArt as ras.devil, for doing 
some fantastic pictures for us. He asked if he could 
draw us as comic book characters, based on our 
descriptions here in these pages.

I'll admit we agreed at first (after long debate) with a 
certain degree of trepidation, but he really did a great 
job, not only of making amazing drawings of our family 
(at home as well as kung-fu superheroes), but also being 
respectful of our feelings and not drawing us in ways we 
didn't want to be pictured. His pictures have moved us, 
just as I know our story has moved him.

RIFT is the officially endorsed illustrator of "Our 
Story" and has our eternal gratitude. 

Thank you, RIFT!

* * *

I thought it might be cool to offer a soundtrack for our 
experiences, so if you go get the music yourself, you'll 
have a cd to remind you of us. I've also included songs 
for sandra, jessica, and jenni, because they were a part 
of our journey to our current situation. Each song was 
chosen by us, and the girls helped pick ones for sandra, 
jessica, and jenni, because they could not be reached 
for comment.

-Track 1 Will (me) -Highway to Hell by AC/DC-

"Asking nothing/ leave me be/" This song makes me smile 
every time I hear it. My friends, I just might be the 
luckiest goddamn hungzhang on this whole planet. "I'm on 
my way to the promised land/"

-Track 2 Sandra - Lady Marmalade by the Moulin Rouge 
Soundtrack-

This song got picked both for its frank invitation, and 
for the overall pathetic pseudo-maturity represented by 
all the little teeny-bopper girls who went around 
singing it. You know what I mean. Dumb little girls 
thinking this song represented them as divas who were in 
control, despite the fact that they just wanted to be 
whores.

-Track 3 Jessica -Barbie Girl by Aqua-

Pretty self-explanatory. "You can brush my hair/ undress 
me anywhere/" Poor thing doesn't even realize what she 
is.

-Track 4 Jenni -Cold Heart Bitch by Jet-

Also pretty self-explanatory. Jenni wanted cock, and not 
much else. she would have been bad for me, and lots of 
fun while it lasted, but still bad for me. She would 
have had me pussy-whipped in very little time most 
likely. Sex appeal rolled off of her like smoke. But she 
was still a bitch. And let's not forget her nasty little 
surprise.

-Track 5 Karen -Possession by Sarah McLachlan- 

Get the rock mix that they played on the radio, not the 
other remixes that are available online with names like 
Rabbit In The Moon or John Farnham mix or whatever. This 
song was picked for the lines "I would be the one/ to 
hold you down/ kiss you soft/ I'll take your breath 
away/" also for the part where she sings "Nothing stands 
between us here/ and I won't be denied/" This is Karen. 
Gentle, but firm and implacable in her desires. She 
wanted me, and she got me. All she had to do was fuck my 
brains out. *happy sigh*

-Track 6 Amy -I Believe I Can Fly by Me First and the 
Gimme Gimmes-

This song is perfect for several reasons. One, because 
it is hopeful, optimistic, and really kind of inspiring, 
which is Amy to a T. Me First and the Gimme Gimmes is a 
band made up of people from other famous bands (LOVE 
those supergroups.) and they do punk rock remakes of all 
kinds of stuff, so this version is very high energy, 
rocka rocka, and loud. Two, it is a remake of an R. 
Kelly song, so you've got the whole sex with minors 
thing going on, ha ha. Reason Three, Me First and Gimme 
Gimme are both phrases that illustrate Amy's attitude 
towards sex.

-Track 7 Liu Si -No Woman No Cry by Bob Marley and The 
Wailers-

Liu Si was hard to pick for. We almost went with 
something by maroon 5, but she absolutely LOVES this 
song. the part where they keep singing "Evathings gonna 
be alright" makes her so happy. She says she never felt 
that way until she got here. Only in our house has she 
ever really felt safe, and at home.

-Track 8 Lola -Taking Chances by Celine Dion-

The first time she heard this song, she indentified 
strongly with it. "I just wanna start again/ maybe you 
could show me how to try/" And she did take big chances 
with us, both for herself, and for us. We're glad she 
did. So very glad. Someone suggested "Whatever Lola 
Wants" which is some old Billie Holiday thing, but Lola 
says she hates that song. She also hates that "Lola" 
song about the shemale, I forget who sings it.

-Track 9 The Humbert Family (closing credits) -Beautiful 
Day by U2-

I'm sorry if this seems a little cliche, but this song 
belongs here. I'm not a big fan of U2 per se, (Bono 
seems like a colossal douche) but this song makes me 
wish I could fly. Just lift my arms and soar off into 
the blue sky. 

Thanks for reading.

***
Chapter 15 - SHORT: Wet Blanket
***

One thing that we occasionally do when we are out for 
the day is what we call a progressive drive-thru dinner. 
If we are out all day, and will just be getting home 
around suppertime, we'll hit several fast food joints, 
getting our favorite food from each place, such as fries 
from McD0na1d's, a Frosty From W3ndy's, burgers from 
Bur93r K1n9, etc. Then, we take them all home and eat 
there. It's kinda fun, and it beats having to just 
microwave dinner.

Lo, it came to pass that we were all in the Mustang, 
coming home from somewhere, perhaps a mall, when we 
decided to do this.

We strategically planned our route at a local shopping 
center, saving W3ndy's for last, so the Frosties 
wouldn't be  0 melted when we got home. Our first stop 
was to be a combination A&W/L0ng D0ng Si1v3r's, for 
hushpuppies and a chili dog, because Lola was seriously 
in the mood for one. then, Bur93r K1ng for sandwiches 
and fries, then W3ndy's for the aforementioned Frosty 
fix.

So here's the seating arrangement: I am driving, Lola is 
enjoying the passenger seat, and Karen is sharing the 
backseat with Trouble, Inc. (Amy and Liu Si.) We've 
already decided who is going to hold what (Amy cannot be 
trusted to stay out of the fries) and I pull up to the 
drive-thru.

I place the order for a giant box of hushpuppies, and 
one chili dog (no onions) and they give me a total, and 
ask me to pull around. Right at the last second I spot a 
menu item I did not know they sell. It is deep-fried, 
breaded nuggets of cheese, called Cheese Curds.

As I reach the window and pay, the thought of glorious 
deep fried cheesy goodness starts to cloud my thinking. 
Man, I wish I had ordered those. Too late, alas, and I 
drive on to the royal burger joint.

Everyone (but me) is just chattering away, talking of 
the many newly purchased treasures crammed in the trunk, 
wondering aloud if the hushpuppies are too hot to start 
eating RIGHT NOW, when I see that Bur93r K1n9 ALSO sells 
deep-fried cheese bites, here known as "Cheese Tots", no 
doubt named after the "Tater" variety.

I immediately get excited, because now I can soothe my 
sudden raging desire for cheese bites, only in my 
fromage-induced euphoria, still thinking forlornly of 
the ones I had failed to order at A&W, my brain jams the 
two names together, so as I pull to the speaker everyone 
hears me accidentally place an order for, quote, "Cheese 
Turds."

Ooooohhhhhhh fuck.

Guy on Drive-thru Speaker: "What?!"

Instantly I am deafened by thunderous laughter, 
seemingly coming from all sides. Lola is hunched in 
half, paralyzed with the simultaneous need to breathe, 
as well as laugh her ass off. The back seat is a riot, 
and I just feel like the World's Biggest Idiot. Oooohhhh 
man.

I actually looked behind me, to see if I could just back 
out of the drive-thru, because I didn't want to have to 
look the restaurant employee in the eye. Right as I grab 
the gearshift, a big van lurches in behind me, dooming 
me to the Drive of Shame.

I collect the shreds of my dignity and place our proper 
order, clearly enunciating each desired food item, and 
we leave, although the laughter did not completely stop 
until we had already left W3ndy's.

Moral of that story: I'm an idiot.

* * * 

We have recently gotten a pen-pal of sorts, after a 
reader on HF asked if she could ask us a few questions, 
not only about our lives, but about advice for hers. 
(Behavior I do not encourage, by the way. I am not an 
expert on anything, we are not role models, offer void 
in Utah, Some results may vary.)

However, she was going through an incredibly difficult 
time, and hearing her story, it made me think once again 
that we were lucky to have simply been abandoned. Of all 
the forms of child abuse we could have received, we were 
damn lucky to get "neglect."

Our hearts went out to her, and soon, and still, we have 
been corresponding (via email ONLY, as per the rules) 
daily, sometimes twice. When I say the rules, I mean the 
rules we (Lola and I) agreed on, to rigidly control how 
much of our current personal details is made public, not 
just on this website or that website, but in total. We 
have our story here on HF, and Amy has two pictures on 
DA, but other than that, the "Humberts" as you know them 
do not exist anywhere else. There are no photos, no 
Facebook pages bearing that name (much to Amy's chagrin. 
She would love to have you all send her stuff for 
Farmville), the real-life us is kept carefully separate 
from Our Story. This is as it must be.

(I see on shows like CSI or Law and Order: Sexy Victims 
Unit how somebody can get arrested, and suddenly they 
have every email, every Myspace, every forum post that 
person has ever made, and they'll track their way to the 
bad guy by combining things he's let slip across a 
hundred different newsgroups. Not for us. Safety first.)

Her name is Abigail, and when she first wrote us, she 
was still living at her parent's house, in a situation 
that even the most neutral observer would have called 
"fucked up." She soon found another, MUCH safer, 
happier, less tortured place to live, with people who 
care about her, only to realize that she had been 
getting steadily sicker for a while, and she wasn't 
getting any better. She finally gets out of that house, 
and her own body lets her down.

At first, her doctors were suspecting something like 
diabetes, or an infection, or some other chronic malady, 
so they put her through tons of tests. Blood tests, 
MRI's, etc, and when they came back to her, they told 
her that most of the tests were showing signs of cancer. 
They hadn't found WHERE it was yet, but the chemicals in 
her blood and other fluids seemed to be indicating the 
presence of cancer somewhere inside of her.

After hearing of the torment and indignity of living 
with abuse from both parents, when we heard they were 
testing her for cancer as well, we couldn't stand it. We 
wanted desperately to do SOMETHING to help her feel 
better.

Karen told her to take two blankets, roll them up 
lengthwise with a pillow inside, and place them on her 
bed. When she would go to sleep, lie between them and 
tuck them in against herself as tightly as she could. 
The silkier blanket would be Karen, and the rougher 
blanket would be me, and she should imagine that we were 
holding her as she slept, cuddling her, and protecting 
her. We would also take a blanket roll, and sleep on 
either side of it in my bed, and pretend it was her.

Mrs. Klemp always believed that if two people dreamed 
the same dream, they would meet in it. Hopefully, 
Abigail would be able to feel some of the warmth and 
care that "blanket Abigail" was receiving from us, even 
if only in a dream.

(When one of us is sick and miserable, we often do 
something like this in person, because it feels good 
just to know that somebody loves you, and cares about 
you. For us, going to sleep in somebody's arms is just 
the most comfortable way you can ever sleep.)

So we snuggled up to blanket Abigail, and she snuggled 
down between blanket versions of myself and Karen, and 
we slept a few nights. She said she immediately slept 
better, and woke feeling rested, and just felt good for 
the first time in a while.

Her doctors conducted more tests, and got a surprise. 
Her tests NOW came back negative. They found, in their 
words "Scar tissue" from where cancer had BEEN, but they 
couldn't find it any more. In fact, the cancer waste 
chemicals in her blood were fading as well. They held to 
their story that she HAD cancer, but apparently not 
anymore. In some VERY VERY rare cases, they said, the 
human immune system can target the cancer cells 
correctly as a threat, and focus on them so fiercely 
that it literally kills the disease, all by itself. It 
was nothing short of miraculous.

In Abigail's words: "I'm getting a lot of weird looks 
from the doctors."

I like to think that we helped a little bit, that being 
able to sleep, and know that she was cared about, helped 
her somehow, but I don't think that we actually did 
anything to help cure her cancer. Abigail playfully 
disagrees. She says "cuddle therapy" beats chemo therapy 
100%.

So, needless to say, blanket Karen and blanket Will have 
a permanent place in her bed, just as blanket Abigail 
has a permanent place in ours. (Although not always my 
bed specifically. B. Abigail has had a "sleepover" with 
Amy and Liu Si, and the night she told us the specifics 
about the sexual assaults at the hands of her father and 
the neighbors, Karen took B. Abigail to Lola's room, and 
the two of them spent the night holding her.)

Because of her strength, to survive years of physical, 
emotional, and sexual abuse, and the fact that she beat 
fucking CANCER all by herself, we've given her a 
nickname. Kuiran Budong, which translates as 
Unbreakable.

Another thing she says has started happening after 
sleeping with B.Karen and B.Will, is that she has 
started to have dreams, or at least, she has stopped 
blocking her dreams subconsciously. Before, she only had 
nightmares, and forced herself to block them out. Now, 
she's starting to have warm, fuzzy dreams that awaken 
her in a state of... excitement. Now she WANTS to 
remember. Now she dreams of caresses, not punches. 
Lovemaking, not assault. Pleasure, not pain.

She told us that after one particularly steamy dream 
involving her and Karen intertwined on a red couch, she 
awoke in a serious state of arousal, and in her words, 
"creamed" on B.Karen, forcing her to put B.Karen through 
the laundry.

I was immensely entertained by that whole story, and so 
was Karen, but she playfully pretended to be outraged. 
"She creamed all over poor, innocent, blanket me?! This 
will not go without payback!" Even while she blushed.

So Karen swore sexy revenge, but that afternoon, our air 
conditioner broke, right as the hottest temps (so far) 
hit our area. We all spent a miserable night (when it's 
over 85 I CANNOT sleep) and I called and yelled at the 
A/C repair place until they sent a guy out a day later. 
Turns out, we were low on "gas" and had a bad capacitor.

So the minute we got our air conditioning fixed, Karen 
started making plans. She went to her room for a while, 
took B.Abigail to my room (I guess so as not to spoil 
the surprise?) and did some stuff to set up. New sheets, 
new bedspread, I saw some of the stuff as she took it in 
or out of her room.

At bedtime, Karen put on a blue t-shirt and white 
panties, and invited me into her room, where I see her 
vanity chair sitting about three feet from her bed. 
There were a few candles lit around the room, but she 
also had her pink hanging lamp on, so the whole room was 
in this sort of pink glow. She had me sit in the chair, 
and left the room, going into the bathroom.

I just sat and relaxed. (I knew something good was going 
to happen.)

Karen walked back in, carrying B.Abigail, the tip of it 
draped her over shoulder, the rest of it hanging down 
her front, her arms wrapped around it, holding it 
against herself, like a full body hug.

Walking up to the bed, Karen threw the blanket down onto 
it, like "take that." She pulled the bottom end of it to 
make it straight, and looked back at me.

"Can you see everything?" She asked, and I nodded. She 
sloooowly pulled her t-shirt off over her head, to 
reveal a lacy white bra. This, she unhooked, and walked 
over to me, where I helped her remove it. "I'm going to 
go first, then I want you to help me." She purred.

"You got it!" I promised, excited already.

She walked back to the bed, and slowly shucked her 
panties off, little left and right shifts of her lovely 
hips as she slid them down her legs. She climbed up, 
straddling B.Abigail, moving almost like a stalking 
tiger. Once her head was even with the top end, she sat 
back, spreading her knees wide, sitting herself right 
down on the blanket roll.

She looked back over her shoulder at me. "Tell her 
everything, ok?"

I nodded, speechless. 

She leaned forward just a little, and started humping 
her hips forward and back, rubbing herself against 
Abigail, (blanket Abigail) grinding herself firmly 
against the blanket.

Soon, she was rubbing harder, her breath coming faster, 
and from behind her, I could see just the edge of her 
breasts bouncing as she humped the blanket roll. 

As I stared at her butt as she rubbed off, I could see 
her little rosebud winking in and out of view. 

She was already leaving a streak of moisture on the 
blanket, when she suddenly lay forward, her legs still 
spread, and snaked a hand underneath herself, dipping 
into the wetness of her (now reddened) pussy. She dug 
one finger into her pussy, scooping out more juices, and 
began rubbing her clit, hard and fast. She turned her 
head over, laying on the left side of her face, looking 
back at me, her eyes struggling for focus.

"Do you like it?" She gasped at me.

I was already so hard it almost hurt. All I could do was 
nod, swallowing on a dry throat. 

"Then HELP me!" She gasped, using her hand to spread her 
pussy lips, showing her vaginal opening to me.

I jumped up as fast as I could, almost falling down in 
my hurry to get my shorts off. I jumped up onto her bed, 
and as carefully as I could, slipped my erect cock into 
her very hot, very wet pussy. She gasped and gave a 
happy moan.

Due to the low angle she was laying, my cock was kind of 
digging in at an angle, so I had to squat lower myself. 
I soon found the right angle for the best feeling, but I 
was so low that my balls were also dragging on the 
blanket.

"Give it to me. Give it to *us*" Karen gasped, smiling. 
I had to laugh a little. "This is cheating, isn't it?" I 
asked. "You know she didn't do this to you."

Karen just wiggled her hips, wiggling my cock, which was 
buried deeply inside of her.

I grabbed her hips gently and started slipping in and 
out of her pussy, which felt VERY good. I could feel my 
testicles rubbing up and down on the blanket, but due to 
Karen's soaking it down first, I wasn't getting rug 
burn. 

The sensation was nice and gentle, not rough, and it was 
adding to my arousal, big time.

Karen was winding up to a good cum, still tickling her 
clit while I stroked in and out of her. "Uhh, keep 
going! Harder, please! God! I'm... so..." her voice was 
cracking, but not too loud.

Thrusting harder, I started to get that feeling again 
where every nerve is shutting down, and all the nerves 
in my cock are glowing white-hot. "Karen! I'm..."

"Me t-uh... me tooo!" she squealed, and I could feel her 
pussy clamp down on me as she came, grunting and 
gasping, her voice breaking. "Unh! Unh! AHHHHHHHHHHAA HA 
HAAAA!"

I gripped her hips firmly and just hammered myself into 
her as hard as I could, my heartbeat pounding in my 
ears. Karen just lay there and gasped, as if my cock 
were actually pushing the air out of her.

A few seconds later, it felt like lightning was flowing 
up and down my spine as I came into her, hard. I clung 
to her hips, and in little shocks, I could feel my seed 
squirting inside her, over and over. It seemed like 
forever, then I was done. I pulled out carefully, every 
nerve jangling. I gasped for air, and just kind of fell 
over to the side, my cock twitching and tingling.

As soon as she could sit up, Karen sat back down on 
B.Abigail and went back to grinding, much slower this 
time, as if painting her with our combined juices. 
"mmmmmm, yeaaahhh." she sighed, her head tilted over, 
her hair hanging down around her face, sweaty and 
satisfied.

"Do you think she'll like this?" Karen asked me, her 
voice soft and teasing.

"I know *I* did." I gasped. "Are you still getting her 
soaked?"

"I'm trying to squeeze some of it out." Karen admitted, 
closing her eyes, tilting her head back, rolling her 
hips in a little circle. "Some of it, at least. The rest 
of its mine. Speaking of which,"

She leaned over, keeping her legs wrapped around 
B.Abigail, and proceeded to lick me clean, collapsing 
finally, resting her head on my thigh.

"So tomorrow I'll wash it again, but for tonight, she 
sleeps in the wet spot," Karen grinned, exhausted.

"She IS the wet spot," I laughed weakly.

Karen wrapped her arms around the blanket of Abigail, 
and rolled over against me, keeping "her" pressed 
between us. "Thank you." She sighed. I just chuckled. No 
need to thank me for that.

We staggered back to my room and cuddled up around 
"her", where we went to sleep. Karen washed "her" in the 
morning.

* * *
Special thanks to Abigail, not only for inspiring these 
thoughts in us, but for allowing us to share this event 
with the rest of the class. Sweet dreams, Abigail.

***
Chapter 16 - SHORT: Parting Gifts
***

In October of 2007, just a few months after the last of 
the events detailed in Our Story, we received an 
unexpected phone call.

* * *

It was a bright fall day, mid-October, a little warmer 
than you'd expect, part of that time of year that I've 
always heard called Indian Summer. You know, the kind 
where you step outside, and after the first initial hint 
of cold, the sun warms you anyway, the smell of some 
far-off wood stove or leaf fire just barely making you 
think of marshmallows and apple cider.

We had shut down the pool some weeks ago, pumping some 
of the water out, lacing it with stronger chemicals and 
putting the cover on it. (The hot tub, on the other 
hand, was just now entering its prime season.)

It was late afternoon, but the light was still bright, 
orange and gold leaves reflecting it back from the woods 
in a display that is often referred to as "dazzling."

After cyber-school had finished for the day, we were all 
hanging around in the living room, trying to decide what 
we wanted to do that evening. Most of the votes were for 
Punkin World.

Punkin World is a pretty large farm about an hour away 
from us that turns itself into a low-budget theme park 
every fall. They have hayrides, a haunted barn, face 
painting, a pumpkin patch, a corn maze, despondent pony 
rides, and a petting zoo. We hadn't been there in years.

The petting zoo is my clearest memory of the place, 
because in addition to two potbelly pigs, some goats, 
the requisite baby cow, and various rabbits, they have 
an alpaca that likes to bite hats. When I was younger, I 
lost a perfectly good Florida Marlins cap to that goofy-
looking beast. I guess it interpreted hats as a threat. 
You go in there with a hat, and it bites it off your 
head and runs away chewing.

There's also a snack bar, and a country store, where 
they sell pumpkin flavored versions of everything except 
toothpaste. I hope I'm not making it sound dorky, 
because when you actually get there, it IS pretty fun.

So Karen and I were for it, but Lola was a bit hesitant. 
Amy wanted to go to the mall, but she realized that Liu 
Si would probably be enthralled at Punkin World, so she 
was gradually coming over to our side.

"That place is so cheap." Lola was half-laughing. "We 
took a field trip there when I was in middle school. 
Other than two kids getting stuck in the corn maze, and 
somebody getting stepped on by the horse, it was kinda 
boring."

"The website says they have new attractions this year," 
Karen said. "A hayslide, an obstacle course, and a Corn 
Pit, whatever that is." (It turns out a corn pit is a 
child's wading pool buried in the ground, filled with 
loose, dry corn kernels. Think of the Ball Pit they used 
to have at those video game/birthday pizza places with 
the robotic singing animals. Some parts of the country 
it's called Chuck E. Cheese, some parts of the country 
call it Showbiz pizza, and every parent knows it as Oh 
Shit, Not Again.)

"When did you go last?" I asked. "We were there in 2003 
and it was pretty big."

"Well, I was definitely there before that, but I'm not 
going to say when," Lola said primly, as if we didn't 
already know her age.

"It is a farm, right?" Liu Si asked, looking a little 
excited.

"Most of the time." Amy told her. "In the fall they 
decorate it and there's lots of stuff you can do."

Liu Si clasped her hands together and gave Lola a 
pleading look, which made Lola laugh in resignation. 
"OK, ok, it's fine, we'll go. I just didn't want you 
guys to be bored."

"If it's boring, we'll go to the mall." Amy said, half 
hopefully.

"They also have a general store with candles and apple 
cider and all things pumpkin." Karen said, taking Lola's 
hand. "We can look at girly stuff while they go get 
dirty."

"I'm not against it, darling, you don't have to convince 
me," Lola soothed, patting Karen's hand gently. "I might 
try the corn maze myself. Although the Corn Pit doesn't 
sound like anything good."

"It's going to get cold once the sun goes down, I'm 
sure," I said, "so we'll want to dress warmly, or at 
least warmer than we'd need right now."

"Good advice," Lola agreed. "Let me go home and get a 
sweater and a coat, and I'm good to go. Do we want to 
eat there? Or here, or what?"

Karen thought. "I could make chicken and Macaroni and 
cheese relatively quick, but it would delay us getting 
all the way out there."

"They had food there last time," Amy said. "Corndogs and 
hot chocolate and caramel apples and stuff."

"State fair kind of foods." I nodded. "Cheese fries, 
Cotton candy. You know, health food."

"Cheese fries DO sound really good right now." Lola 
admitted, with a sly grin. "Might there also be funnel 
cake?" She asked in a wistful voice.

Karen laughed, and nodded, hugging her. "If we can't 
find any, I'll make you some when we get home, how's 
that?"

"You can make homemade funnel cake and you never TOLD 
me?" Lola pretended to be upset. "Shame on you, girl!" 
She pretended to push Karen away.

"What is a caramel apple?" Liu Si asked Amy, her brow 
furrowed.

"You've GOTTA try one!" Amy smiled, and play-tackled her 
over on the couch.

"OK, it's settled," I said, clasping my hands. 
"Everybody go get dressed warm, and we'll go have an 
adventure."

"Everybody wear shoes that can get dirty." Karen 
cautioned. "We're going to a farm."

So, we scattered. I put on my heaviest pair of jeans, 
and a t-shirt with a denim work shirt over it. When we 
met down in the kitchen, Karen was wearing tight jeans, 
a dark blue corduroy coat, and little boots with fur 
poofing out the top. Amy wore a knit bobble hat, a pink 
ski parka, and a denim skirt over navy blue leggings, 
with rain boots. Liu Si wore a big thick sweater over 
jeans, along with her cowboy boots and baby blue 
earmuffs.

I pulled on my worn-out pair of fake army boots, and we 
went to pick up Lola.

Karen snuggled in between the Toothsome Twosome, leaving 
the front seat available for Lola, who when we arrived 
at her house, came out wearing an ankle-length skirt, 
which looked like canvas or some other heavy winter 
material. She was also wearing a cardigan over a 
pullover sweater, and looked toasty warm. "Readeeee," 
She sang as she got into the car. She tucked a camera 
bag into her lap, buckled her seatbelt, and we were off.

After stopping to ask for directions twice (which, 
contrary to stereotype, I don't mind doing when I have 
no idea where we are) we found Punkin World. It was 
twice as large as I remember it. They had a guy in his 
forties dressed up as a pumpkin, sullenly directing 
traffic in the parking lot.

"Man, am I glad I'm not that guy." Amy said quietly. We 
all agreed.

After we got out of the car and paid admission ($5 each, 
not bad), we split up into two expeditionary forces. 
Lola and Karen headed for the shop, and I was named 
chaperone for the I.B.T.C. Away we went, agreeing to 
meet at 6:30 for whatever dinner we could find.

We ventured into the corn maze, which would have been 
better if it had off-shoots and blind alleys. As it was, 
it was merely a very twisty single path that led you 
from the entrance to the exit. It was more of a corn 
hike.

The girls DID enjoy the hayslide. It was a long sheet of 
metal, propped against a mountain of hay bales. At the 
top, they give you a burlap sack, you climb halfway in 
it, and shoot down into a pile of straw. Amy went four 
times.

The obstacle course was also a big hit, with various 
things to run up or jump through or swing over. Both 
girls got sweaty and out of breath, red-cheeked and 
delighted.

"I need to sit down for a minute," Liu Si panted, 
clutching Amy's arm happily.

"Let's go get our faces painted!" Amy said. "We can sit 
while we do that."

They trudged over to the little shed where college 
students in Punkin World sweatshirts were sitting with 
an array of little paint pots. Hanging behind them was a 
bed sheet with different designs painted on it, showing 
what choices were available. Liu Si selected whiskers 
and a cat nose, Amy requested a vampire bat. 

While Liu Si sat quietly and tried not to squinch up, a 
giggling blonde girl carefully painted six delicate 
whiskers on her cheeks, and a little t-shaped cat nose 
on the tip of Liu Si's nose. "Oh my god you are so 
CUUUTE!" The college girl squeed. "You have to let me 
get a picture of this on my cell!" Liu Si blushed and 
nodded, and the girl took a quick snap. "This is my 
favorite one all night!" The girl gushed. "You make such 
a pretty kitty!"

Amy meanwhile, apparently deciding that her cheek was 
too small of a canvas for her body art, had insisted 
that the dude she was sitting in front of paint the 
vampire bat on her FOREHEAD. What she ended up with 
resembled a big cartoon UniBrow with a little face 
sticking up out of it. It was ridiculous, but she looked 
so thrilled I didn't have the heart to tell her.

"Do I look scary?" She demanded happily. I could only 
nod.

Amy finally got a look at Liu Si the kitty cat, and I 
swear she almost made a puddle. "Oh my GOD you look so 
HOT!" She squeaked, and grabbed Liu Si in a full-body 
hug, almost knocking them both down.

"Are you batgirl?" Liu Si asked, trying to find 
something nice to say.

"Yes!" Amy cheered, and threw both her arms up in the 
air. Suddenly striking a pose, she made her voice as 
deep and gruff as she could. "I'm Batgirl!"

"Can we go see the animals now?" Liu Si asked, 
excitedly. I remembered her sheltered upbringing, and 
smiled gently. For her, this was as good as a trip to 
the zoo.

The first live animal we got to was the horse rides, 
where a large brown horse took riders in a 60-foot 
circle, led by a very rough-looking older woman. Liu Si 
was terrified at first, just from the size of the 
animal, but we eventually convinced her to get in line. 
She was doing well all the way until it was her turn, 
but as she stood on the little wooden steps, the horse 
chose that moment to relieve itself expansively. And I 
mean really. It must have been saving up all day.

Aaaaannd that was it. Liu Si clapped hand over her nose, 
leapt off the little wooden steps and booked it over to 
where we waited by the fence. "Horses are gross!" She 
wailed, and we took our leave.

It was nearing the pre-arranged meeting time, so I went 
to wait for Lola and Karen, while Amy and Liu Si 
ventured into the petting zoo, the doorway of which I 
could see from where I sat and waited.

A few minutes later, Amy returned, an angry look on her 
bat. The bobble on top of her knitted hat was squished 
out flat, clearly wet and sticky, with little bits of 
dirt and crud stuck to it. Liu Si trailed behind her.

"What happened to your hat?" I asked, half knowing the 
answer.

"I don't want to talk about it." She sat down with a 
huff.

A wide-eyed Liu Si was quick to update me. "A furry 
camel-thing tried to eat her hat!" She exclaimed.

"It's an alpaca," I said.

"It's a MENACE, and I DON'T want to TALK about it." Amy 
said, still in a huff. "I liked this hat." She pouted, 
staring off towards the corn maze.

Karen and Lola showed up a few moments later, apparently 
having enjoyed their trip to the shops. Karen was 
wearing knitted mittens with a matching knitted scarf, 
looking extremely cute, and Lola was carrying a bag of 
assorted goodies.

"How's everybody-whoa!" Lola said, catching sight of 
Amy's face.

"I like your scarf!" Liu Si chirped, trying the change 
the subject.

"Thank you!" Karen said, catching on instantly. "It even 
has pockets on the ends to hold the mittens when I 
want." She held them up to show them off. They were 
knitted from yarn that was multicolored, almost tie-
dyed. It was pink, white, and brown, in a color I later 
learned is called "Girl Camo."

(I was just informed that they were crocheted, not 
knitted, and I have also been informed that yes, there 
is a difference.)

"What did you get?" Amy asked Lola, who had gotten over 
her initial shock of seeing Giant Eyebrow Amy.

She rummaged in her bag. "I got some old-timey candy, a 
candle that smells EXACTLY like a pecan pie, a little 
music box, and a big bag of roast pumpkin seeds."

Karen was whispering with Liu Si, and took her hand. 
"Miss Kitty is going to take me to where the face-
painting was, you guys can go ahead and start getting 
food."

They took off at a trot, and the remaining three of us 
took a look around at our options. I got in line for the 
cheese fries, getting three of their largest baskets, 
Lola got corn dogs and funnel cakes, and Amy was in 
charge of drinks.

Returning to the picnic table we had been sitting at, I 
put the three fry baskets in the middle of the table, 
grateful that the evening was too chilly to worry about 
flies or other bugs. While I sat and waited, Amy made 
three trips with big covered cups of hot chocolate. "I 
assumed that nobody wanted hot cider, was I right?" she 
asked me, her bat furrowed in concentration as she set 
the cups down.

"Probably," I said, smiling.

Lola returned carefully balancing a tray of corn dogs 
and funnel cakes, and sat down happily. The tray was 
half and half, but she said "I ordered ten corn dogs, 
which they had, but there was only enough funnel cake 
for me." 

We laughed, and I heard Karen say, "I bet *I* could get 
you to share."

She and Liu Si had returned, and Liu Si clambered 
happily onto the bench between me and Lola, while Karen 
sat down opposite of us, next to Amy.

Karen had a little red heart painted on her cheek, and 
looked very cute. She scooped up a cup of hot chocolate, 
blowing on it with her red lips, and I think both Lola 
and I melted. (In fact, Lola took a picture of her later 
that evening, cuddled up in her scarf, holding a cup of 
steamy hot chocolate, her eyes shining, and I think it 
is the most beautiful picture of Karen I've ever seen.)

"How come you're sitting way over there?" Amy asked, 
pouting a little.

"They are warm." Liu Si shivered, hunching against me. I 
leaned over a little, squishing her gently against Lola. 
She giggled, and made a purring sound.

"Ok, if you're going to purr, we have to go somewhere 
private." Amy muttered, looking her in the eyes. "You're 
so cute I can't stand it."

"Let's eat!" Lola said, and we dug in. Something about 
real corn dogs at a real fairground environment makes 
them taste different than the microwave ones at home. 
Maybe it's because the real ones have just a hint of 
tattoo ink. (Kidding!)

Liu Si was kinda hopping up and down a little, not 
chewing with her mouth closed, and I could actually hear 
little growls of pleasure as she ate, literally almost 
like "om nom nom nom"

Lola was giggling at her. "Are you a Lolcat?" I asked 
Liu Si.

"A what?" she asked, completely lost.

"So what did you guys do already?" Karen was asking Amy, 
who I guess would be a Lolbat.

"We did the maze, which was dumb, the hayslide was 
awesome, the obstacle course was good, the Corn Pit is 
just a kiddie pool with corn in it," Amy was counting 
off on her fingers.

"I was going to ride the horse, but then it *pooped* 
everywhere," Liu Si said solemnly, whispering the word 
"pooped." Lola covered a grin, touched by how cute Liu 
Si is.

"And then at the petting zoo, that alpaca stole my hat, 
which sucks." Amy said, putting her hands down on the 
table. "Seriously, that thing should be locked up."

"It IS locked up." I pointed out playfully.

"No, I mean like, away from people," Amy said. 

"Like animal jail?" Karen giggled, still watching Amy 
and her forehead bat.

"Yeah!" Amy said, waving her hands dismissively.

"So what's left?" Lola asked, cradling her hot 
chocolate.

"There's still a haunted barn, and the actual hayrides." 
I said. I reached out for Karen's hand, and looked at 
Lola. "I would LOVE to go for a hayride in the dark with 
you two."

They both grinned, and I added: "Behaving ourselves, of 
course." Lola made a pouty face, and Karen giggled.

"*I* make no such promises," Amy said archly, "Heeeere, 
kitty kitty kitty!"

Liu Si shook her finger at Amy, but also giggled.

"But I totally want to do the haunted barn!" Amy said, 
changing gears.

We finished our "food" and tidied up. (Lola did actually 
share the funnel cake.)

The haunted barn is an actual barn, the ground floor 
converted into a sort of funhouse, lots of black lights 
and rubber body parts and loud sound FX playing. In the 
field in front of it, they have a bunch of scarecrows in 
varying degrees of spookiness, some of which are 
motorized. All in all, not a bad effort. Lola and Karen 
weren't interested, so I went along with the girls.

Inside, Liu Si was having fun being scared, and Amy was 
having fun being bored, until a real spider got down her 
coat collar. (It IS in an old barn, after all, you're 
going to get spiders.)

I was navigating the turnaround little zombie diorama, 
when I heard Amy screaming, and ran ahead, banging my 
elbow on the wall.

I found Amy yanking her coat off, and clawing at her 
neck, while Liu Si tried to calm her down. "GET IT GET 
IT GET IT!" Amy was yelling, until we finally got her 
soothed.

"Ok, that just got completely uncool." Amy huffed, 
picking up her coat and trying to crack it like a whip.

I hadn't seen it, so I asked Liu Si what happened. 
"There was a little spider hanging from the roof and she 
walked into it." Liu Si said.

"It ran down my NECK!" Amy snarled, pulling her coat 
back on. "I'm done with this thing. let's get out."

We marched out the rest of the way, no longer enjoying 
the funhouse, although I did see some creative use of 
farm equipment. They had a demon driving a tractor over 
a little field of human heads, all of which looked 
scared, and later on, two scarecrows were feeding a 
farmer into some kind of harvesting machine. Good use of 
props.

Outside, Lola was taking pictures as the sun went down, 
beautiful sunset clouds and colors almost painting the 
sky.

"Did you guys have fun?" Karen asked brightly, sitting 
on a hay bale.

"It was ok, until a spider the size of a snow crab went 
down my neck!" Amy said. Behind her, Liu Si held up her 
fingers an inch apart, and Karen smiled.

We headed for the hayride, which was about to close. We 
got a cart all to ourselves, and away we went. Liu Si 
and Amy were snuggled up about four feet away, towards 
the back of the cart, and I sat between Lola and Karen. 
I leaned back a bit, and they put their arms around me, 
and soon, we were perfectly comfortable. It was now cold 
enough to see our breath, and were amusing ourselves by 
trying to blow smoke rings.

"Hand check!" Lola playfully called at the I.B.T.C., and 
only got a total of three. Karen sighed, but then 
laughed.

"Those two." Karen chuckled.

"JUST those two?" Lola asked, reaching across my chest 
to caress Karen.

"MMmmm," Karen sighed, and then caught herself "I mean, 
why can't they behave in public?" She gently swatted 
Lola's hand.

Lola withdrew from Karen, and sent her fingers snaking 
into my right front pocket. "I can understand how one 
could be tempted," She said sweetly, her fingers 
caressing my inner thigh in little circles.

"Yeah?" Karen laughed, then looked closely at me. "How 
about you?"

"I'm just happy to be here," I said honestly, closing my 
eyes and squeezing them both against me.

About ten minutes, (and several soft kisses) later, we 
reached the end of the circuit and got down from the hay 
cart. After picking the hay and straw off of ourselves, 
we wandered around just looking at stuff. Amy got Liu Si 
a caramel apple, and she got 3/4 of the way around 
before it fell off the stick, much to her great 
disappointment. Eventually, it was almost nine, and we 
piled into the car and headed home.

Do you ever notice that when you're going somewhere 
you've never been, or don't usually go, it seems to take 
longer to get there than it does to get home? It took us 
a while to find Punkin World, but we got home real 
quick.

We invited Lola to come home with us, at least for a 
while, and she agreed.

I stopped the car, and everybody got out. "Bathroom!" 
Amy squeaked, and ran into the house ahead of us.

Once we got in the house, however, we got a surprise. 
The light was blinking on the cordless phone base, to 
tell us we had a message. When Karen picked up the 
handset, the caller ID said "STATE POLI"

She looked at me in shock, and I showed it to Lola. "Uh 
oh." She said, and pulled out her cell phone, dialing 
the number on the caller ID.

"AAAGGGHH!" I heard Amy screech upstairs. "Is THIS what 
I looked like all NIGHT? Why didn't somebody TELL me?!" 

Lola plugged her ear and walked into the school room. 
"Hello, I'm calling on behalf of the Humbert family, 
they received a call this evening ..." I heard her 
begin, but then she pulled the sliding doors shut and I 
couldn't hear anything else.

I felt jumpy, like I should be doing something 
important, but I didn't know what. Maybe it wasn't 
"State Police," maybe it was "State Politicians" or 
something else. Yeah, right.

Karen was holding Liu Si's hand. "You don't think..." 
she asked, then faltered. Liu Si blinked sadly.

"No, no way," I said. "If it was about her, they 
wouldn't call, they'd just show up in the middle of the 
night."

Amy came down, her forehead now an angry pink from 
scrubbing. "Why didn't you guys TELL me I looked 
retarded?" She whined.

"You did not look retarded, you looked scary," Liu Si 
said, reaching out her free hand for Amy.

"What's up?" Amy asked, suddenly catching the vibe in 
the room. "Where's Lola? Why does everybody look 
scared?" She took Liu Si's hand, but remained standing.

"There was a message on our caller id from the state 
police," Karen said, and Amy looked suitably surprised.

"What did THEY want?" Amy asked, quietly, and sat next 
to Liu Si.

"We don't know yet." I said, still pacing. After that, 
everybody was silent with their thoughts.

After several minutes, Lola opened the door and came out 
of the school room, her face very solemn.

"What's going on?" "What did they want?" "Is everything 
ok?" We all started asking her.

She walked over calmly, and took my hand, leading me 
over to the smaller couch. "Let's sit." She seemed to 
say just to me.

I sat, and she sat close to me, our knees touching. 
"First of all, nobody's in trouble, we're all ok." 
Everybody relaxed.

"But there's been an accident." She said quietly, and 
looked at me with wet eyes. "Your father passed away 
this morning."

I was stunned. I literally didn't know what to feel. It 
seemed like several silent moments passed, but I know it 
wasn't that long, because Karen and Amy were hugged up 
against me very quickly. Lola bit her lip, and Liu Si 
had both her hands over her mouth, but Amy and Karen got 
up and ran over, clinging to me.

"I-" I mumbled. "I don't-" I swallowed. What do I say? 
The man was never home, left us alone, but now he's 
*gone?* I don't know how sad I should be. He was 
practically a stranger, but yet, he did provide for us, 
even if it wasn't the same as being a father. I can't 
hate the man, but did I love him? I don't think I did.

"What do we do?" I finally asked. Lola squeezed my hand. 
"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what happened? Do we need to sign things? Is 
there a funeral?" I was still in shock. I mean, I knew 
he didn't live here, and we barely saw him ever, but now 
he's not out there anymore? It suddenly felt so strange.

Lola cleared her throat. "Well, they said it looked like 
he was running on a treadmill in his office, had a 
stroke, and fell." She wiped her eyes. "They're thinking 
he died from complications from the fall."

"What does that mean?" Amy asked.

"They're not sure yet, but they think he died from 
falling, not from the stroke. They said he was holding 
an aluminum water bottle, and it looks like he fell on 
it. They'll know more tomorrow night." Lola said sadly. 
"But other than that, no we don't need to sign anything 
right now. As far as a funeral, that's up to you guys, I 
guess." She wiped her eyes.

"Tomorrow I'm going to call his office and see who's in 
charge now, see what we need to do about that." She 
said.

"Do about what?" I asked. Lola raised her head and 
looked at me. "You're the only person in his will. He 
left you everything. Plus, you're the only beneficiary 
on his life insurance, which is substantial, especially 
since he passed away at work."

"How does that matter?" Karen asked, confused, her eyes 
red.

"Some of your father's life insurance was paid for by 
his company. It's a normal thing when you're trying to 
attract investors. They want to know that the company 
won't just vanish if the founder or the top executives 
die. Some companies even have rules about how many top-
level people are allowed to be on the same plane, in 
case it crashes." Lola wiped her nose. "I'm sorry for 
how this must sound. You don't have to worry about 
anything, and especially not right now."

I won't lie and say that NO tears were shed, but it 
probably wasn't very many considering none of us knew 
the man. He left when I was so young that my only true 
memories of him seem short and abrupt. Mom almost never 
said anything about him that wasn't insults and 
complaints, but I know there must have been a real 
person under all that. I think that's the saddest part 
of the whole business. His own family knew him the 
least. Of course, when I say family, it really only 
technically means me, but still.

It's been (as I type this) almost three years since it 
happened, and I've never really thought too deeply about 
that since then. Sorry, Dad. I guess you paved the way 
for our happiness, but I'm not sure how much of it was 
on purpose. For what it's worth, I am thankful to you 
for that.

Amy was the first person to see the upside of it. "Does 
this mean you can move in?" She asked, about an hour 
later.

We had all left the living room and gone upstairs where 
we all relaxed, fully clothed, on the king-sized bed in 
the master bedroom. We all kicked off our shoes and just 
piled on top of the bed. I lay with my head on one 
pillow, Lola on the other, Karen in between us on her 
stomach, Amy lay mostly across our legs, and Liu Si sat 
on the corner of the bed with her legs crossed. "Me?" 
Lola asked, lifting her head to look at Amy.

"Yeah." Amy said, thumb wrestling gently with Liu Si. 
"We asked you before to live here, and you said Dad said 
no. Well, now Will's in charge."

"No, she's still in charge," I said, meaning Lola.

"Well, as soon as you turn 18, you're going to be the 
one in charge here." Lola said truthfully. "I'm only the 
guardian in loco parentis."

"You're SO much more than that." Karen said, looking 
pointedly at Lola, who blushed. "You're a part of this 
family, in every possible way. Don't act like you're 
just the hired help or something."

"Thank you, honey," Lola said quietly to Karen, and then 
spoke to Amy again. "What I mean is, as soon as he hits 
18, he's not a minor, and can inherit, and can make 
decisions for you three as well. My "official" part of 
it is expired."

"I still need you," I blurted, and then blushed. Lola 
blushed again. "This is such an unusual professional 
relationship." She murmured.

She cleared her throat. "I didn't mean I was leaving, I 
just meant that officially, you're the man of the house. 
You own the house, you inherit from your father, you can 
make the decisions. I don't want to seem like I'm greedy 
or power-hungry or something."

"I would still like your help with this stuff," I said. 
"I've never thought of you as greedy or whatever."

"Well, when you're dealing with inheritances, and 
conservatorship, everything has to be on the table. 
Anyone can look at the records of where the money goes 
and make trouble. I've seen families destruct over 
something as simple as who owns two acres of real 
estate." Lola said carefully. "Especially when we're 
talking about this kind of inheritance."

"*This kind* meaning what?" Karen asked, looking at me, 
then Lola again.

"This kind, meaning how much it is. The life insurance, 
the bank accounts, the house and land, and the company 
stock." Lola said, counting on her fingers.

I shrugged. "So how much is it?" Not that it mattered. I 
knew the house was paid for, so how bad could it be?

Lola thought for a moment, then said a number.

Jaws dropped. "WHAT?!" Amy yelped, practically jumping 
up, hurting my legs.

Lola raised her hand. "That's a conservative range, 
based on the stock. Some of that could change."

"Holy shit!" Karen stammered. I was speechless.

"How many zeroes is that?" Liu Si asked Amy, while I 
looked at Karen. "Did you have any idea?" She asked me, 
her voice shocked.

I shook my head. "No, I had no clue. When Dad was here 
to sign us away, he was talking like he hadn't made his 
fortune yet, like he was still working towards it."

"Well," Lola said quietly, "I think this could be 
considered a fortune, for sure."

"Why aren't you happy?" Amy asked, trembling with 
excitement. "You knew about all this."

"It's not mine," Lola said, with a little smile. "When 
you're an estate lawyer, numbers just stay numbers. You 
have to remain detached." Her smile widened. "But I'm 
sure happy for you guys." She giggled, and Karen rolled 
over and threw her arms around her.

"Let's not get carried away." Lola said, after sharing a 
very sweet kiss with Karen. I could see the blush in her 
cheeks. "You're not Bill Gates or anything. You can't go 
nuts."

"Don't say *you*" Karen demanded softly. "Say *we*."

I locked eyes with Lola, and nodded. "You're part of us. 
Too late now."

She sighed, and gave Karen a squeeze. "Ok, ok. Yay, I'm 
happy!" She teased, and reached out a hand for me. I 
scooched closer, sandwiching Karen right up against her, 
kissing her over Karen's shoulder. "Oof." Karen grunted 
warmly, "that was nice."

Amy and Liu Si were practically hopping with excitement, 
and soon, they had dog-piled on top of us. "Rawr!" Amy 
howled in my ear.

"Ack! You're squishing me!" Karen said, wriggling 
against me, pushing at Amy, who was laughing.

Lola was playfully grappling with Liu Si, who still had 
whiskers and the kitty cat nose painted on. (Karen had 
washed off her face paint before lying down.) Lola 
rolled towards us, dumping Lui Si onto the mattress just 
as Karen scooched away. Amy straddled me and clamped on, 
delighted.

"You do need to decide what to do about the company, 
though." Lola said, after we had all gotten a breath.

"How so?" I asked. She propped up her head on her elbow, 
and tickled Liu Si idly with her free hand. "Since I 
don't think you're going to be taking his place at the 
company, you might consider selling some of that stock 
to one of his business partners. That way they can run 
the business the way it needs to be run, with less 
complication. I'm sure they're going to ask about that 
when I call the company tomorrow." Lola said.

"Is that fair?" Amy asked. "It JUST happened."

"It's their company too." Lola shrugged. "Will's not 
going to run it, but with this much ownership in the 
company, he has a responsibility to not just sit on it. 
I think it would be the right decision. Besides, stock 
isn't the most stable long-term investment."

(Boy did SHE turn out to be right. Remember this was 
October 2007 when we had this conversation. Love you so 
much, Lola!)

"You still didn't answer my question." Amy said, 
squeezing my hips with her legs and rocking back and 
forth. "Would you move in with us and live here?"

"Say yes!" Karen blurted, then covered her mouth and 
blushed.

Lola grinned shyly, and cleared her throat. "Well, and I 
will admit I have spent some time thinking about this, 
first, I am a little bit worried that if I shack up with 
you guys, you'll get bored with me. I can't be beautiful 
and sexy all the time. Sometimes I'm lazy and smelly. So 
far, mostly, you've only seen me at my best. Except for 
Will." She pointed at me. "He's seen me at rock bottom."

"You are talking to three girls." Liu Si spoke up. "And 
a boy. We know what lazy and smelly is." She giggled.

Amy grinned, and I had to laugh. Touche.

"Next bogus reason," Karen said, biting her thumbnail.

Lola stuck her tongue out at Karen, and looked at me. 
"If I move out, we have to sell Mom's house. First of 
all, I kinda want to keep my old home, and second, we 
have no idea what kind of person will buy it. I sorta 
like the idea of living out there, like a guard post, 
protecting you guys." She blushed. "Ok, that part might 
have sounded a little crazy. But it's true."

I nodded. "If you hadn't warned me about Kai Long 
driving down our driveway, I wouldn't have gotten there 
in time."

Liu Si grabbed onto Lola in a big bear hug. "You helped 
save me." She said, and gave Lola a big smooch on the 
cheek.

"Actually, we don't need to sell the house, we just need 
to buy out your sisters, right?" Karen asked 
thoughtfully.

Lola shot her a surprised look. "What?"

Karen shifted up on her elbow, smiling. "All we need to 
do is pay them one-third the home's value, each, and 
then you own it." Karen said. "Right?"

I grinned. "Perfect." Amy clapped her hands, hopping on 
my thigh.

Lola was taken aback. "No way. I'm not letting you buy 
my house and give it to me. That's not fair."

"How is it not fair?" Karen pressed.

"It just isn't!" Lola fussed, but she didn't have any 
other reasons.

"It's OUR money." I said. "If I want to buy your house 
so you can keep it, then you should let me. That way 
there's no downside. You get to keep it, no crazy new 
neighbors, and if you feel like you're losing your 
mystique, you can sleep there sometimes."

"We could play house!" Amy cheered. She looked at Liu 
Si. "You could be the latchkey kid, and I'll be the sexy 
girl-scout selling peanut butter cookies!"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down." Lola said, laughing. "I haven't 
agreed to this yet, and you're already planning how 
you're going to have sex all over the house?"

"I think it's a good idea." Karen said. "Not just the 
sex part, but letting us buy your house for you. That 
way all your reasons would be satisfied." She paused. 
"Plus, playing house does sound like fun. I could 
totally do that."

Lola poofed air out of her lips and rubbed her forehead.

"We want to do this." I said gently. "It'll be easy."

Lola slumped a little. "I'm..." She took a deep breath 
and sighed. "I'm not sure what to say."

I could see Liu Si give her a squeeze. "It is very nice 
to live here. You would like it." She said simply, which 
made Lola saw "Awww." and hug her back.

"I'm not asking you to do it." Lola said, after the hug 
relaxed. "I'm not a gold digger. It feels weird to just 
let you buy me a house."

"We KNOW that," Amy said, starting to get impatient. 
"Nobody thinks badly of you for this, we're the ones who 
asked if we could do it. Besides, it's just two-thirds 
of a house."

"You won't think of me as a 'kept woman'?" Lola winced, 
half smiling.

"As long as we can still keep you," Karen said, reaching 
over Liu Si to touch Lola.

"You KNOW I'm just going to end up sleeping here every 
night." Lola admitted.

I wrapped my arms around Karen and smiled over her 
shoulder at Lola. "We'd enjoy that. In fact, this will 
be your room now."

"Well, I DO like this bed." Lola said, bouncing a 
little, jiggling Liu Si, who giggled. She sighed. "Ok, 
fine. Buy my house. I'll earn it somehow."

"Forget that." I said, trying to look stern for a 
moment. "There'll be no talk of earning or owing. We pay 
off your sisters, you live here or there, but nobody 
owes anything to anybody."
Lola stuck out her tongue, but was otherwise silent.

Liu Si rolled over and shot a look at Amy, who was still 
perched on top of me. "What is a latchkey kid?" she 
asked, appraisingly.

So that was Friday night. Lola called Humbert 
Consultation Services, LLC on Saturday morning and got 
in touch with the people we needed to. Dad's senior 
business partner, a Mr. Burke, offered to buy any stock 
we were willing to sell. He also made the offer at 
Friday's stock prices, which was nice. 

Lola explained that once the news of Dad's accident got 
out, the stock price would probably take a dip, so Mr. 
Burke was making sure we got the best value for the 
stock we were selling. He already had 20%, and Dad had 
held 35%, so by keeping 4%, we were able to let him be 
the majority owner, and make the decisions he needed to 
make to do something with the company.

I think it was two weeks after we sold to him, that the 
stock market itself went splat. I'm amazed at how we got 
out just in time. Dad's company is still running, 
although it has dropped his name, and just like every 
other business is trying to get back up to where it was. 
We get reports once a quarter, and the 4% stock we have 
left is more up than down, so I think they're doing 
their best. 

It still counts as income, and on anything other than a 
very bad week, it represents more than was coming in 
when Dad was alive, so we're still doing well. The bulk 
of the inheritance is untouched, doing whatever it is 
money does in banks, earning interest slowly (thanks, 
Washington) but as Lola put it, all six of us could buy 
new cars and go to college and still not have to ever 
worry about where our meals were coming from. 

We've decided that we ARE going to college, even though 
as it turns out we don't really need to get jobs to 
survive. Lola said, and I agree, that it's better for us 
to do that for ourselves, not because we have to, but as 
a means of personal enrichment. She said we should also 
try to find jobs we like, or at least volunteer 
somewhere, not only to get out of the house, but to 
build character and try to do something good with our 
lives. 

She said she had several millionaire clients when she 
was in practice who tried to just play all day, and 
eventually they got so bored they started getting stupid 
too. One of her older male clients took up homemade 
aircraft design for the thrill of it, and ended up 
flipping his glider and dying. $14.1 million in net 
worth, and he dies because of a lag bolt that cost 
$1.25.

I addition to attending our local community college for 
classes that seem interesting, I have begun volunteering 
at our local library. I love books, plus they really 
need the help. Our state is in financial trouble, and 
our idiot governor was so intent on getting in bed with 
organized crime (via newly legalized gambling) that he 
forced the state budget to bank on projected revenue 
from gambling, which never materialized, because the 
only people with means and motive to start a casino have 
turned out to be (surprise, surprise) crime bosses. 

So far I think ten organizations have applied for 
licenses with the state, and out of the eight groups 
that didn't go bankrupt during the vetting process, the 
rest might have well been wearing Gambino nametags. So 
when his gambling money didn't show up, the governor cut 
everything else in the state to cover his losses, 
including slashing library budgets almost in half.

So there have been a few times when a mysterious donor 
has come through for my library, donating the money they 
need to pay salaries, or to keep the lights on, and when 
the children's librarian needed to step down for health 
reasons, somebody made a completing donation to the fund 
the library was collecting to help pay for her heart 
surgery. Only the head librarian and the accountant know 
who this silent person was, but let me just say, I've 
got a job there as long as I want it. It feels good to 
do good. Virtue sometimes *is* it's own reward.

It took a little longer than a day or two, but we did 
finally find out what had happened to Dad. When he 
leased office space for his new company, he went all out 
on his office. He had the desk, the couch, the executive 
bathroom (which included a shower), complete with big-
screen HD TV and a treadmill. In short, his office was 
almost like a hotel suite (minus a bed), which made 
sense because he basically was intending to live there.

They said it appeared he had been jogging on the 
treadmill in the morning before starting his workday, 
holding one of those trendy SIGG water canisters, and 
had a small stroke. When he stumbled, he fell on the 
moving belt, and he landed on the water bottle, about 
two inches below his right nipple. It broke two of his 
ribs inwards, and when the treadmill then spat him into 
the floor, the broken ribs inflicted massive organ 
damage, and he died of internal hemorrhaging.

They said if he had been wearing the safety clip on the 
treadmill, it would have stopped the instant he fell, 
and he may have missed the water bottle. As it was, the 
moving belt carried it underneath him right as he fell, 
and then tossed him backwards, rolling him onto the 
broken ends of his ribs. They said it was quick, and 
that he probably wasn't conscious to feel any pain.

Mr. Burke asked for a viewing there in the city, 
actually two states west of us, for the company 
personnel to pay their respects, and then the remains 
were shipped back here, where Dad was cremated according 
to his wishes.

His ashes were scattered at the river, one cloudy 
morning, a few days before Halloween. It was the only 
sort of service we had here at home.

There's a lot of stuff I was never able to ask him, or 
say to him, or learn about him, but he definitely made 
it possible for us to live the lives we lead today. 
Whatever sins he's committed have to be more than made 
up for by that simple fact.

Wherever you are, Dad, I hope you've found peace. I mean 
it.

***
Chapter 17 - SHORT: I said "What What?"
***

It was a few weeks after Lola came to live with us, that 
Amy planned her big evening. Karen and Lola were going 
out to see a movie (yes, a chick flick) and it would 
just be me, Amy and Liu Si home alone together.

Amy wasted no time in beginning her elaborate 
preparations.

"Ok, we're going to do it in the master bedroom, on the 
sheepskin rug, in front of the fireplace." She announced 
to me, out of the blue, in the afternoon, while Karen 
was still getting dressed to go out with Lola.

"Do what, exactly?" I asked, putting down my book. Amy 
gave me a 100-watt evil grin.

She quickly spun around, stuck her butt out, looked at 
me over her shoulder, and pulled her soffe shorts down 
about six inches. "This!" She said delightedly, and gave 
herself a little swat on the backside, her skin turning 
white, and then a rosy pink.

"Now?" I asked, a little surprised, and more than a 
little nervous.

"Yeah!" Amy purred, "It's GO time!"

"Just like that?" I asked, stalling, partly because I 
was still a little uneasy, partly to playfully annoy 
her.

"Well, no, not instantly," Amy said, turning around, but 
not pulling up her pants. "I'll need some warm-up, and 
you will too." She brushed her hair out of her face. "Hu 
Die is in charge of helping us get together." She stuck 
her tongue out a little bit and smiled.

Liu Si was not in the room at the time, but Amy went on. 
"She's on board." She waved her hands dismissively. "and 
it's not going to be ready until later, I just wanted to 
tell you how you'll be spending your evening."

I laughed. "Just clueing me in, huh?"

Amy smirked, putting her hands on her hips. "You want me 
to do better? Ok, you've got it, Mr. Smartass." She 
turned and flounced out of the room, her pants still 
down, her butt still pink on one side.

We ate an early dinner together as a family, and then 
Lola and Karen left in Lola's convertible. Amy 
immediately leapt into action, with Liu Si only slightly 
behind her.

"You are probably going to take a shower, yes?" Liu Si 
asked me, as we cleared the dishes from the dining room 
while Amy crashed around upstairs.

"Yes," I said, watching her move gracefully around the 
table, her head held high to see over the stack of bowls 
she was carrying.

"Amy selected the big bedroom because it has a bathroom 
in it, and she likes the fireplace and the rug. She has 
been planning tonight ever since I first came to live 
here." She gave me a small smile. "I want it to be nice 
for her."

"Of course." I agreed. Liu Si put the bowls in the sink 
and turned to me. "I apologize if this sounds wrong, but 
I need to say it. Amy sometimes *wants* more than she 
can *have,* do you know what I am saying?"

I nodded. I remembered her trying to eat a ridiculous 
ice cream dessert at a local "family style" restaurant 
and getting horribly sick on her sixth birthday. I still 
remember cleaning out the backseat of Mrs. Klemp's car 
after that adventure.

"So this may not work out the way she hopes. Or, it may 
not work out the way you hope." Liu Si said solemnly. 
"It may not be... . successful sex."

"I'm only afraid of hurting her. Anything else is ok." I 
said. "I have no expectations."

Liu Si stepped closer to me, and her face softened. "IF 
it does not work out, or if it works for her and not for 
you, do not worry." She reached out and touched my chest 
gently. "I will be more than happy to make up for it, if 
you like." She gave me a shy, although sparkling smile.

I put my arms around her and gave her a soft squeeze. 
"That's very nice of you. Amy said you were in charge of 
getting us together? What exactly does that mean?"

She blushed. "First, I will help make sure she is ready 
for you." She took a deep breath, "Then I will make sure 
you are ready for her." She blushed harder, and smiled. 
"Amy said I am to be her "fluffer," but I am not sure 
what that means."

It sounded remarkably one-sided. "Is that all? What 
about you?" I asked, concerned. "What do you get out of 
all of this?"

Liu Si smiled at me. "I get to see my beloved have a 
wish come true, and I DO get to play with you for a 
little while," She grinned, "but Amy spent last night on 
me, so I do not feel left out."

We heard a toilet flush upstairs. *Sounds like Amy is 
clearing the decks,* I thought, and grossed myself out a 
little bit. Poop on my dick did NOT sound pleasant. Good 
thing Amy was taking precautions. Liu Si must have read 
my mind. "It will be ok," she patted my chest. "Amy is 
always very clean."

"Great." I said, still a little nervous. We finished 
straightening up and went upstairs together.

"Ok, you take your shower, and once you have dried off, 
do not get dressed." Liu Si instructed lightly. "Come 
and knock on the door to the master bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am." I bowed, and Liu Si smiled. She is so 
cute.

I went into the bathroom, and as I was shucking off my 
shoes and socks, I saw a piece of paper, folded, hanging 
over my towel on the towel rack. On the paper was 
printed William D. Humbert, and when I say printed, I 
mean in a looping ornate script, apparently made in our 
laser printer.

Inside, it said this:

Amy M. Humbert
forcefully invites you to the Master Bedroom, 
where she hopes to have the pleasure of
Your Cock
inserted into
Her Ass
until such time as you both Climax profusely.

RSVP Hu Die.

It was in curly gothic font, centered on the page, with 
little flourishes. It was practically an engraved 
invitation. I had to smile a little. So much for casual. 
I guess this is what she meant when she called me a 
smartass.

I enjoyed a long, hot shower, getting the water as hot 
as I could stand it and soaping everywhere. I 
contemplated shaving, but I still felt smooth enough. As 
I scrubbed, I reflected on what Liu Si had said about 
making it up to me. It was a very nice offer, but one I 
was unlikely to cash in. If this didn't work out with 
Amy, I wasn't likely to still be horny afterwards.

I rinsed off and dried off, wiping the steam off the 
mirror and making sure the fan stayed on. I left the 
bathroom with a towel wrapped around my middle. (I'm 
still not comfortable strutting around the house naked, 
even though everyone who lives here has already had 
carnal knowledge of me. Walking around nude just makes 
me feel exposed, no puns intended. Leave the casual 
nudity to Amy.)

I could hear some cries of sexual delight echoing down 
the hallway, and I reached the door just as they ended. 
(Nice sounds. erection 20%) I tap-tap-tapped on the 
door, and a few moments later, a smiling Liu Si opened 
the door and invited me in. 

I noticed Liu Si was wearing a little lacy nightgown, 
but then I noticed the room itself.

The room was dim, the lights off (although some 
remaining evening sunlight flowed in through the two 
windows at the other end of the room) and the fireplace 
was alight. Not with an actual fire, but with many 
smaller ones, as Amy and Liu Si had apparently 
bankrupted the rest of the house of candles. They had 
used bricks to build little steps to hold all the votive 
candles they could find, and the myriad flickering 
lights cast a warm glow across the floor, and the rug, 
upon which lay Amy.

Amy was laying on her side, her back to the fireplace, 
and was currently engaged in the task of catching her 
breath. She was wearing lace gloves that went to her 
elbow, and thigh-high stockings in white, and nothing 
else. Another nightgown was wadded up, and she was using 
it to wipe some sweat off of her forehead. "Hi," She 
panted, her face flushed. "Good timing!"

Liu Si gently pushed me over towards her. "Lie down next 
to her." Liu Si instructed sweetly.

I did, and Amy leaned over for a kiss. "I can't move 
around too much, or it'll try to close up again," She 
told me. "Liu Si's got me all loosey-goosey and 
relaxed."

"I heard some of that," I said, smiling, as Liu Si 
tugged off my towel to find my (now 40%) erection 
boinging back and forth from the towel coming off.

"Ooh! I see!" Amy smiled, while Liu Si blushed and 
smiled. Grabbing my mostly soft-ish erection, Liu Si 
squeezed me warmly and reached over next to Amy for a 
little plastic bottle I hadn't noticed. It was lube. 

"Where did you get the lace gloves and thigh-highs?" I 
asked, as Liu Si tried to open the lube bottle one-
handed, without letting go of me with the other.

"I found them in the dresser. They were still in the 
package, so I figured they were safe. They're actually 
supposed to be knee-highs, but I'm shorter than they 
intended, so it's perfect." Her face was still red, but 
she looked extremely happy. "I'm so excited." 

Liu Si got the lid off, and let go of me briefly to pour 
lube into her palm, which she then rubbed with her other 
palm, to get it warm. Her hands completely slick, she 
grabbed a hold of me and began to stroke me up and down, 
both hands in motion, almost sliding over each other, 
together, then apart, then one grasping the base while 
the other slooooooowly moved up, I was fully hard in 
almost no time at all. Amy watched her greedily. Liu 
Si's mouth was open in a big smile as she felt and 
watched me harden during her tender efforts. "You are SO 
good at this," I grunted, once again helplessly enslaved 
by her soft, warm, tight hands.

"She still won't teach me her super-secret techniques," 
Amy grumbled, not at all upset.

Liu Si winked at me and giggled, as a drop of pre-cum 
dripped from my upturned cock onto my abdomen. "I think 
you are ready now." She smiled, blowing me a kiss. "but 
I have some instructions."

"Yes, ma'am," I breathed, loving the feel of her 
strokes.

"You do?" Amy asked, surprised. Liu Si nodded. "For 
Will."

"I'm all ears," I lied, as Liu Si wiggled my dick.

"First, remember what I said in the kitchen. Second, go 
slow, no matter what, and no matter what she says." Liu 
Si said carefully. Amy humphed.

"And third, do not look directly into her bottom." She 
said, with a tiny frown.

"Say what now?" Amy asked.

Liu Si locked eyes with me. "Do not look into her 
bottom. It does not look very nice inside, and it will 
not make it easier for you to enjoy this."

I could sense how serious she was, so I nodded. (Turns 
out she was right. Looking up someone's ass is looking 
into their intestines, basically, and it's all purple 
and blotchy and gross. Not sexy.)

Amy rolled onto her stomach, and Liu Si let go. "I will 
leave you two for now. Call me if you need me, but I 
really have to pee right now."

She climbed to her feet, but Amy stopped her. "Thank 
you," she said, her eyes wet. "You've done so much to 
help me get ready for this, and now that it's going to 
happen, I wanted to tell you how super grateful I am. I 
love you so much. You are so wonderful. I love you."

Liu Si's eyes were wet too, and she gave a little bow. 
"Wo aini," she said, and quickly left the room. (I love 
you.)

"I wonder why she left so fast," Amy mused, settling her 
chin on her crossed arms, as she lay there on her 
stomach. The heat from all the candles was actually 
kinda strong. It might have almost been a real fire for 
the amount of warmth I could feel on my skin.

"She's scared for you," I said, still feeling tiny 
twinges of it myself.

"Yeah, well I'm not." Amy sighed happily. "Now come on. 
I want you to put that cock where the sun don't shine!"

Amy's bravado had a rallying effect on me, so I turned 
on my side and looked her over. How best to do this?

I got up on all fours and kinda positioned myself over 
her, like I was doing a pushup, and gently lowered 
myself down, planting my knees on either side of her, 
using one hand to try to aim where my cock was going.

Everything went poorly for a while. At first, the tip of 
my dick kept missing her butthole, either too high or 
too low (I almost stabbed into her vagina, but luckily 
the angle was bad, so I just skidded past it, which was 
uncomfortable for both of us, like stubbing a toe) but 
soon it became clear that she was going to have to move.

She had hoped to just lay there and have me do it, but I 
couldn't get a good angle (and it turns out that angle 
is VERY important for proper anal sex, at least for 
beginners) so she carefully tried to rise up on her 
knees, not full doggy-style, but with her shoulders and 
chest still on the floor, her butt sticking up in the 
air.

"So what did Liu Si do for you while I was showering?" I 
said, trying to start some sexy conversation while we 
jockeyed for the right position. While Amy had been 
laying flat, she was able to be limp, but now that she 
was using her legs to move around, it was hard to stay 
relaxed, and she was fighting the compulsion to tighten 
her PC muscle, thereby closing her ass.

"Well," Amy grunted, and she shifted her knees, "Her 
best move is where she slips her thumb up my butt and 
then uses her pointer finger to pull my clit like a 
trigger, but today she started with her pointer finger 
and added more until it was big enough. I think she 
almost fisted me, but she kept her thumb out." Amy said 
this with some pride. I had sat up onto my knees, and 
was trying to find the right height to get it in.

I thought I had it, and pressed my tip into her little 
backdoor, but she gave a little grunt of pain. "Uh! Ow." 
She coughed, "Wait, let me-" and she lowered herself 
about two inches. The head of my cock was still pressed 
against her opening, and I could feel her clench 
involuntarily as she shifted herself.

"Ok, wait." she said, took a deep breath and held it. 
She pressed back against me, and my glans *popped* into 
her anus. "Oh!" I said, surprised.

My cockhead felt like it had been stuck into a hot 
place, like the inside of an oven. I said before that 
making love to Karen feels warm, like sticking your arm 
into bright sunshine? Amy's ass is like sticking your 
arm into an oven (without touching the sides of the 
oven, of course). Much more heat, and even that slight 
feeling of danger. "Got it!" Amy panted, "Oh my gosh."

I gently gripped her hips, and began to slowly press 
into her, but she was still panting for breath. "Wait, 
wait, wait, wait!" She gasped, and tried to shift 
herself again, even lower this time. After a few 
seconds, she nodded, not looking at me. "Ok, go." She 
snapped, and I could feel her torso tense, even as her 
ass seemed to loosen just a bit.

I pressed slowly into her again, and after a few seconds 
(about two inches) she gasped, and I felt the tension 
leave her sides, and her butt changed again. I noticed 
her back was starting to turn red, across her shoulders. 
She was panting for air, and I had to stop. "What are 
you doing? Are you ok?" I asked, very concerned.

"I'm pushing, like I'm trying to poop. It's supposed to 
loosen me up, so you can get in. It's supposed to make 
it hurt less." She gasped, still not looking back at me.

I looked down at my dick. I was a little under halfway 
in. "Hurt less! I don't like the idea of it hurting at 
all!" My spirit of cooperation for this stunt, even with 
knowing how much Amy wanted to do it, was rapidly 
fading.

Amy waved a hand at me feebly, still facing away. "It's 
always harder the first time I try something bigger, and 
we stopped just below your girth. I was prepared for 
this, ok? Just keep going. It'll get better in a 
minute."

I really, really wanted to stop right then, but Amy was 
still wanting to go forward, and since she had the most 
to lose, I decided to let her be the judge, not me. I 
carefully pressed in.

At the five-inch mark (not that there IS a mark, mind 
you.) I felt some pressure on the end of my dick, and 
Amy stiffened. "Ow!" She gasped, then immediately 
apologized. "Sorry! Gimme a second." She said weakly, 
and slowly wriggled her torso, dipping lower, finally 
raising up on her hands to full doggy. I felt the 
pressure slip off my tip. Amy gave a little gasp of 
release.

"What happened?" I asked, worried. Every 'ow' and every 
grunt of discomfort was cutting me like a knife. I 
wanted to stop right then and there. I could already 
feel my erection beginning to fade. Hurting someone is 
NOT sexy for me. It was time to give up.

"You hit a bend in the road," Amy grunted, still trying 
to get her breath. "I've found a flaw in my practice 
program. We practiced for your girth, but not your 
length. You went deeper than I had practiced for, and my 
insides weren't ready."

"We need to stop." I said flatly. "This isn't working."

"Noooo!" Amy said, "It just takes a minute, I swear!"

I tried to pull out, and slip back in to where I was. On 
the withdraw, Amy hissed air in through her teeth 
involuntarily, and as I slid back in, she clawed up the 
sheepskin rug, letting her air out through her teeth in 
almost a screech. I hit the bend in the road again, and 
she yelped. This was hurting her, a lot. "I'm done." I 
said. "This is hurting you."

"Wait, you promised!" Amy cried, and now I could see she 
really was crying, "You said you would!" She tried to 
clench herself, gripping me, and I didn't pull against 
it, not wanting to hurt her more.

"I promised to make love to you, not to hurt you." I 
said, my erection fading along with my desire. "Let go."

"No!" She spat, wiping her eyes with her lace gloves. 
"We worked so hard for this, you have to give it a 
chance!"

In a few more minutes, my erection would fade enough 
that I could safely withdraw it without damaging her 
rectum, gripping or not. Amy could apparently feel the 
change. "No, no, no, no!" she whined, pressing against 
me. 'LIU SIIIIIII!" She shouted, her voice a wail.

My dick was already starting to bend, as she pressed 
back. "No, don't go soft!"

"We have to stop," I said, gently, touching her back.

"I will not!" Amy said, crying for real. "We both worked 
so hard for this, and I won't just give up!" She wiped 
her eyes again, and cleared her throat. "My body will 
learn to fit you in, just like Karen's pussy did, and 
Lola's. You have to give me a chance!"

Liu Si opened the door, and came back into the room. 
When she saw Amy's tear-streaked face, I could see her 
heart break. She shot me a hurt and angry look, but Amy 
spoke to my defense.

"It's not him, xinshangren," Amy said. "I wasn't 
completely ready yet, but I still don't want to quit. HE 
wants to give up."

"Look at her," I said, but Liu Si was already speaking. 
"Perhaps you should, my love," she said, kneeling beside 
Amy. "You don't have to hurt yourself."

"It's not that bad," Amy said, wiping a tear away. "And 
you're both talking about me like I don't know when to 
stop. It's not fair, and it's not true. I KNOW I can do 
this, and I need you to help me find the way."

My erection had already faded past the halfway point, 
but it was still inside her. She was still gripping me 
with her anal muscles, but with every passing second, 
that grip became less effective.

"Please," Amy said to both of us, and we looked at each 
other. Liu Si nodded first. "What shall I do?" I patted 
Amy's back to signal that I was still with her.

"Well, he's shrinking, so we need to fix that. If I can 
keep his dick IN that will certainly make things 
easier," Amy said, taking a deep breath. "Help us lay on 
our sides. I have an idea."

Carefully, we tipped over, Liu Si giving Amy's right arm 
support, so I was soon laying on my left side, with my 
back to the candle-filled fireplace. Amy lay right up 
against me, still impaled on my (now pretty soft) cock. 
Had I shifted backwards, I could have pulled it out of 
her, but I did not.

Liu Si knelt in front of us, a vision in her little 
nightgown. She had her hands in her lap, and looked at 
Amy expectantly.

"If you'll bring your pussy over here, I'd love to lick 
it right now." Amy grinned. "That should get BOTH of us 
good and ready."

Liu Si blushed hard, smiling, and after a moment, 
silently drew her nightgown off, over her head. Her 
lightly tanned, slim body looked wonderful as it was 
revealed to us. "You are so bad," she mumbled, as she 
tossed her nightgown behind her. The smile never left 
her face.

She got up on her knees, but then stopped. The position 
Amy and I were in did not immediately lend itself to 
oral sex, and it took her a moment or two to figure out 
that she should lean back, on all fours face-up, and 
sorta crabwalk over to where we lay. As a matter of 
fact, when she got close enough, I reached out and took 
her left ankle, lifting it over me, and pulling her 
closer. Her puffy little slit was now only inches from 
Amy's hungry little mouth, and Amy wasted no time diving 
in with her tongue.

Liu Si opened her mouth in a gasp as Amy pressed her 
lips to Liu Si's lowest lips, and I saw her nipples go 
hard. "Ah!" She cried, almost musically, as Amy went to 
town, licking and burrowing with little growls of 
delight. Still blushing, Liu Si looked at me, half 
embarrassed, extremely turned on. "Hello." She said, 
giggling, then gasping as Amy drilled her clit with her 
tongue.

Oh yeah. This was totally working for me. I could look 
down over Amy's shoulder, and see close-up every little 
tickle and tease as she ate Liu Si's pussy with 
enthusiasm. Liu Si's juices were flowing freely as Amy 
gave her no mercy. I stroked her ankle and calf (which I 
still held) gently, and Liu Si practically purred.

My dick was hard almost before I realized it, and I took 
the opportunity to press it inside Amy again, to take 
back any progress I had lost. To my surprise (and 
relief) the angle we were laying at seemed to make 
everything easier, and soon I was at my full depth, with 
no more roadblocks.

"Ohmygodholyshit!" Amy gasped, holding Liu Si's thigh, 
but having to stop the oral for a second. "Pull out just 
a little, and then put it back in!"

I did, gently, and she gave a noise halfway between a 
grunt and a squeal. "Fuck!" She gasped, "That was good! 
Do it again!" She begged, and tried to go back to eating 
Liu Si.

I began rocking my hips, only about two or three inches, 
amazed at the heat and tightness and strength of Amy's 
anal canal. I had to admit, this really was starting to 
feel amazing.

Liu Si was clenching her teeth, her breath practically 
whistling in and out, when Amy was forced to give up. 
"I'm so! sorry, baby! but I can't! concentrate! when 
I'm! getting my ass OH! fucked like this!" She said, 
gasping for breath herself.

Liu Si shifted, and I let go of her ankle. I grabbed 
Amy's hip instead, and kept up my mini-thrusts, as she 
lay limp and moaned with each movement.

Liu Si scrambled onto her knees again, and grabbed Amy's 
left arm, which she had been using to keep herself 
balanced against me. Pulling Amy's arm out straighter, 
she positioned her pussy over Amy's hand and let herself 
down onto it.

"Oh yeah!" Amy gasped, "That'll work!" and started 
diddling Liu Si. Liu Si gasped in delight, apparently 
not losing any ground in her own journey to orgasm. Amy 
turned her head up to me. "Kiss me and you can taste 
her!" She whimpered, and I took her up on her offer.

It was a first for me, this taste of Liu Si. Let me just 
put it this way: Liu Si practically tastes like candy. 
Amy tastes like fruit, Liu Si tastes even sweeter than 
that. I kissed Amy deeply, trying to crane my neck over 
so she didn't have to wrench her neck around to reach my 
lips. After I was done with that first kiss, I will 
admit to licking her chin and cheeks like a cat, trying 
to get more of that delicious taste. "Oh!" She sighed, 
surprised, as I got every last bit of flavor.

Liu Si had her head down, humping on Amy's hand, and 
missed this sexy exchange of fluids.

"Qingren!" Amy grunted/gasped, as I thrust again and 
again into her back door, "He likes it! He likes the 
way! you taste! oh my god..."

Liu Si looked up at me, her face flushed, her eyes 
almost crossing. "You d-do?" She stuttered, teetering on 
the edge of her own orgasm, apparently.

"Are you almost done?" Amy squeaked. Liu Si nodded 
quickly, not stopping, still humping.

I stopped thrusting into Amy for a second. "Hu Die," I 
said gently, "lean forward."

She lurched forward, not removing herself from Amy's 
tickling grasp, and I reached up and cupped her face 
with my right hand, the one that had been gripping Amy's 
hip. I kissed her, sucking her lower lip into my mouth 
and nibbling it gently with my teeth. Her breath started 
hitching, and I could feel Amy moving a little, as if 
really going to town diddling Liu Si's pussy.

"Uh! AAH!" Liu Si yelped, and pulled back from me, her 
head thrown back, her mouth open, "AHHHHHHH! AIIIAAHHH! 
UNH!" She cried/grunted, as she came on Amy's wriggling 
hand. She took several deep breaths, all of which came 
out as mostly cries of ecstasy, before she toppled over 
to the side and pulled herself out of Amy's reach. She 
slurred something in Chinese which I could not 
understand, as she pulled her legs in, lying there, 
shaking occasionally.

"Got HER," Amy said, with a happy sigh. I remembered 
that I was supposed to be doing Amy after all.

"I have an idea," I said.

"Good!" Amy teased, still a little out of breath. She 
held up her hand for a moment, to look at it. Her lace 
glove was soaked.

"Roll over onto your stomach, I'm going to come with 
you." I said.

"I love it when you cum with me," Amy teased, "In fact 
it's one of the things I live for."

I blew her a raspberry, but she was already gingerly 
moving, my dick still gripped inside of her butt. 
Carefully, she lay on her stomach, and I lay on top of 
her, my legs spread outside of hers, and tried to take 
up some of my weight on my elbows, but she was still 
mostly pressed underneath me, into the fluffy rug. "Oh 
yeah," Amy grunted, firmly sandwiched between me and the 
floor. "I like this already!"

Because of our height difference, her head was 
underneath my chest, but I got up on my elbows so my 
full weight wasn't laying on her. I rolled my hips a 
little bit, experimentally. Amy gasped immediately. 
"OOH! That's good!" She gushed.

"Really? I'm not too heavy?" I asked, but she shook her 
head, grinding against me. "The angle we're at, when 
your cock moves in my butt, it's like it's squishing my 
pussy against the floor! This feels so good!" She 
panted, "Do it! Gimme!"

I started slow, just a few inches back and forth, but 
already I could tell this was a winner. Her grip on my 
manhood was AMAZING, and the heat felt like it was 
warming my whole body. Oh yeah. Time to get this thing 
going!

Amy's entire body (minus her legs of course) was 
underneath me, and as I practically ground her into the 
floor, she raised her head until her chin was resting on 
the rug, and grunted happily with each thrust. "Ohhh 
YEAH!" She groaned through gritted teeth. "I LOVE it! 
FUCK my ass!"

Her lacy little hands moved up and grabbed big handfuls 
of wool, but she couldn't even hump back against me, I 
had her pressed down so tight. I obeyed her 
instructions, although I did pick up a little speed, 
rolling my hips just enough to move it about two or 
three inches at most. It felt incredibly good, both 
extremely tight and extremely warm, like I was making 
love to an electric blanket set on "high".

Forget the long, hammering strokes you see on pornos, 
the move that works best for us (and still does) is to 
go all the way in, and just move back and forth a little 
bit. Not to be a spoiler, but all the way in and all the 
way out takes way more lube, and doesn't feel that good 
to Amy. She says when my dick is slipping all the way 
out, it feels a little too much like actually pooping, 
and takes away the sexy. It's too distracting to have 
the "uh-oh, am I pooping?" feeling twice per second when 
you're trying to enjoy the actual sex.

Amy's ass began to tighten on my cock, and I could feel 
her stiffening underneath me. I wasn't to orgasm, not 
yet, so I wasn't sure what to do, other than make sure 
she got hers. I kept up my rhythm, and she began to 
voice a low wail that quickly climbed in pitch and 
volume.

"uuuHHHHHH!" She croaked. I looked down at her, to see 
her eyes squinched shut, her brow furrowed hard, as she 
came. "UUHHHH! AAAH!" She gasped, "OH! Oh SHIT! 
AAAAAAAAAA!"

She shook hard for several seconds, as her asshole 
grabbed a hold of me with a viselike grip, at which 
point I stopped moving. "Shit!" She gritted, wiping her 
face with one hand. "Holy shit on a pop tart!" She 
coughed and gasped for more air.

"On a pop tart?" I heard Liu Si ask, and looked up to 
see her sitting up, brushing her hair out of her face. 
"That is gross."

"I'm... still... cumming!" Amy growled, her eyes 
watering profusely. She lay her head down and whimpered 
into the rug. "It won't stop!" She pounded her fist on 
the floor.

"Should I take it out?" I asked, but Amy managed to look 
up at me again. "Did you cum yet?"

"No," I admitted.

"God!" Amy snapped, then squeezed out a little laugh. 
"My teeth are rattling and you're not done yet? Doesn't 
it feel ok for you?" She asked, suddenly concerned, 
still trying to shake off the orgasm..

"It feels wonderful, I just wasn't ready yet." I said, 
"Sorry."

Amy's hand shot out and grabbed one of mine. "Don't you 
DARE apologize. But if you're not done, then get back to 
work! Do whatever you gotta do!" She lay down again, 
limply. "I'm just going to lay here and cum myself 
stupid." She reached back and slapped my hip. "Giddyap!"

I began rolling my hips again, pressing harder into her, 
(maybe even budging her along the rug a tiny bit) and 
she just gasped for air and practically sang her 
delight. "Ooohh!"

"Can I help?" Liu Si whispered right in my ear, 
startling me. She had moved over to kneel beside my 
head, and her eyes were shining as I looked up at her. 
"I want to help." She said again and waited for my 
response. Except I didn't have one.

"Um," I said, completely unable to think of how she 
could help at this point, but not wanting to tell her 
no. Amy was still howling into the rug, so she was no 
help.

"I will rub you!" Liu Si announced, and she was gone 
from my view almost before I could process what she had 
said. She was going to do what?

An instant later, I felt contact at MY butt, and then 
small hands, massaging the small of my back, right where 
I was using my lumbar muscles to fuck Amy. Liu Si was 
rubbing my back with both hands, deeply kneading my 
muscles, even as I neared my own orgasm. She was 
kneeling, straddling Amy's legs, her pelvis pressed 
against my butt-cheeks, moving with me as I humped into 
Amy.

Getting a backrub while making love to someone? Awesome. 
No other words quite describe it. I could feel my balls 
tightening, ready to fire into Amy's hot, slick, almost 
punishingly tight cavity. I struggled to get a good 
breath.

"Oh god!" I blurted, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna-" and I 
was gone. BOOM. The first three squirts fired into her 
so hard I felt the fluid rush the full length of my 
cock, almost like that first blast of water that pushes 
the air out of a garden hose. Amy squealed in rapture, 
and Liu Si actually cupped my testicles from behind, 
massaging them with delicate care, as they continued to 
empty. "I can feel it!" she cried.

It was almost too much. I tried not to let my body go 
limp, because it would mean crushing Amy, but hot damn. 
Liu Si still held my balls with one hand, rubbing my 
back softly with the other. My heartbeat in my ears felt 
like a whirlwind, as I spent myself into Amy.

"Oh my god," I panted, drenched in sweat, as I tried to 
breathe.

"Yeah!" Amy gasped, still underneath me. "I felt that 
one! Whew!"

"Liu Si, baby," I coughed, "You gotta let go. I need to 
get off of Amy."

Liu Si carefully released my balls and got back a little 
bit, and I rolled over, utterly exhausted. My cock 
slipped out when I rolled over, twitching and a dull red 
color, but clean.

Amy flinched when my cock slipped out, grabbing her ass 
involuntarily, but Liu Si patted her on the back of her 
thigh. "You are both clean. Do not worry." She said, her 
voice tired, but satisfied. Amy slumped bonelessly back 
down onto the rug.

Liu Si scooched up until she was straddling Amy's butt, 
and began rubbing Amy's back firmly, stroking and 
caressing with both hands. "Oh my god," Amy mumbled into 
the rug, her voice a little muffled. "I'm in heaven!" 
She sighed happily, and Liu Si giggled.

"I do not think they let you do what you just did in 
heaven," Liu Si said, and I chuckled, laying on my side, 
watching the two of them.

Amy let a moment pass, and then admitted, "I don't even 
have a snappy comeback for that."

"You ok?" I asked, looking at the back of her head. She 
moved just enough to get her head turned towards me, and 
gave me a huge smile. Liu Si continued rubbing her, her 
hair swinging back and forth as she kneaded up and down. 
"I wasn't expecting that part." She said.

"Which part?" I asked, surprised.

"The part where you made ME cum." Amy said, taking a 
deep breath. "I thought I would get you to shoot one in 
my ass, and then we would stop. I didn't expect our 
first time to be a five-star salute." She winked at me. 
"But I should have guessed."

"I'm just glad nobody got really hurt," I said.

"Baby," Amy said, addressing Liu Si, "Did you need more? 
I only used my fingers for you."

Liu Si had a little smile. "No, I am quite satisfied. 
All is good." She scooched down and grabbed Amy's 
buttocks, one in each hand, and squeezed hard. 
"Rarrrrrr." She said, and Amy gave a little squeal.

"I will go get a wet washcloth, and I shall be right 
back." She said, hopped to her feet, and was gone.

"I love you," I said to Amy, and she almost shed a tear. 
"I love you too! I was just about to say that." She 
sighed. "That was amazing. First, I think this idea 
started out as something for me, then I told myself it 
was for you, but now, I don't know who it's for the 
most, me OR you."

"Does it matter?" I asked. "I had a good time. I loved 
it."

"NEXT time will be easier." Amy said determinedly. I was 
delighted to hear that there would be a next time. I 
hadn't taken anything for granted, but this had felt 
VERY good once we got it figured out.

Liu Si returned with two washcloths, giving one to Amy 
and the other to me. I draped it across my fading, 
overworked erection, and it felt soothing indeed. Amy 
wiped only a little, then hurled it across the room, in 
through the doorway to the master bathroom. "What's 
still inside, I'm keeping." She stated.

The fading warmth from the candles felt good, and the 
rug was soft. "I think I could nap right here," I 
mumbled, exhausted, my abs starting to notify me that 
they were feeling the workout.

"Can we?" Liu Si asked, pulling her nightgown back on 
and scooching over to me. I lay on my back, and as she 
cuddled up to my right side, Amy flopped over to my 
left, like a sea lion. I wrapped my arms around them 
both, and we lay there, the universe revolving around us 
gently.
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"-ere's a light on in here, I think." came Lola's voice, 
waking me with a start. I flinched, and tried to move, 
but it felt like someone was holding me down. "Fup," 
mumbled the warm cuddly someone on my left, "harble." 
The warm cuddly someone on my right arm was snoring.

The main lights in the room came on, and I heard Lola 
squawk "Oh crap!" then start laughing.

With the lights on, Amy awoke with a snort. "Tubes!" She 
said, disoriented, sitting up suddenly, her hair in a 
snarl. She was still wearing lace gloves and stockings, 
Liu Si was wearing her nightgown, of course, and I was 
butt nekkid. Liu Si rolled off my arm, and started to 
stretch. "Um," I said, as Karen trotted into the doorway 
behind Lola, who was laughing, covering her face with 
her hand.

"What's going on in here?" Karen asked, shocked to find 
us thus.

"We did it!" Amy said, wiping her eyes and yawning.

"I can see that." Karen snapped, starting to smile. Lola 
was fanning herself with her hand.

"No I mean we DID it!" Amy repeated, "We had anal sex! 
Will did my butt!"

Liu Si sat up, facing the wrong way, and sneezed.

I sat up, looking for my towel.

"He did?!" Lola asked, looking at me, her eyes wide. 
"Already?"

"I promised." I said, trying to cover myself with the 
washcloth. "And she was ready."

"How was the movie?" Liu Si asked, turning to look at 
Lola and Karen.

"Stupid." Karen started to say, but Lola was talking at 
the same time. "Forget the movie! Looks like we missed 
the real entertainment this evening."

Amy was actually blushing, but proud of herself. "Yeah, 
I think you could say that." She pretended to look at 
her nails, but the effect was ruined by the fact she was 
still wearing the lace gloves.

"I need to pee." Liu Si mumbled, and scrambled up, 
running over to the master bathroom, her long legs 
flashing under her little nightgown.

Amy was shaking out her nightgown as Karen shot me a 
smile that was half loving, half exasperated. "I can't 
turn my back on you three for a second." She teased, 
leaning against the door frame.

"If you're going to blame somebody, blame me. It was my 
idea, and my butt." Amy said tartly, but she knew Karen 
wasn't really scolding. Lola put her purse on the floor, 
and sat in the chair by the door. "I still say you're 
crazy." She said, this addressed to Amy.

"Crazy like a fox!" Amy said, pulling her nightgown over 
her giant tangle of hair, her head popping out of the 
top. "If you felt the earth move earlier, that was me 
getting off."

Karen laughed, but Lola stared a little. "You mean it 
worked? Or did you do something other than anal?"

"OH yeah. It worked." Amy sighed, and gave a happy 
little shudder. "It really really worked. I don't think 
I can walk yet. You might want to try it yourselves." 
Both of them reacted in disagreement. "More for me, 
then." Amy shrugged, completely happy.

Lola looked me up and down, where I sat cross-legged, 
the washcloth draped over my crotch like Tarzan's 
loincloth. "Who's your tailor?" She teased me.

"B3d, B4th and B3y0nd," I quipped, and looked at Karen, 
who was still leaning in the doorway. "Can I go get some 
clothes?"

She appeared to think about it for a moment. "No." she 
said, hiding a smile.

There was a discreet toilet flush, and Liu Si strolled 
out of the bathroom, flipping her hair back, and stood 
next to where I sat. "What did Liu Si do? While you guys 
were forging new territory?" Lola asked, playfully.

Before Liu Si could speak up, Amy spoke up. "She did 
what she always does. She made everything BETTER!"

Liu Si blushed. "I guess you could say I inspired," she 
said, clasping her hands in front of her.

"I would agree with that." I said, reaching out and 
caressing the back of her leg, up to the top of her 
thigh. "You definitely inspired me." She giggled.

"Careful, or you'll lose your washcloth." Lola teased, 
then sat back and looked up at Karen. "Next time I want 
to go see a movie, let's just stay home and have sex."

Karen nodded. "I was having that same thought." She 
said, finally smiling.

The End
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This short is dedicated especially to Amy, the Classy 
Lass with the Sassy Ass.

***
Chapter 18 - SHORT: Party Favors
***

It was the day of Amy's tenth birthday, and we were 
celebrating with a pool party.

There were burgers and hot dogs for the grill, french 
fries and tater tots, every flavor of Mountain Dew that 
was available (back in those primitive days of 2008, now 
there's what, twelve?) and we were gearing up for a big 
bash.

Amy had invited all of her friends from school, whom she 
had kept in touch with via MySpace. (She has since 
graduated to Facebook, as everyone should. I tried 
MySpace briefly, but the only messages I ever got were 
from pr0n-bots.)

The pattern of her friends all having stripper names 
holds true mostly 100%. There was Michaela, and Crystal, 
and Destiny, and Brandi, whom you've met, but there was 
also, for example, Trisha, Erica, Carmen, Billi Jo, and 
two girls who only got last names for first names, 
Taylor and Kendall.

"I should have made a bingo card," Lola muttered to me, 
as more girls showed up. "Do we have a Desiree yet? How 
about a Trixie?"

"Well, she invited a total of fourteen girls, so we 
might get one yet." I said quietly, and she snorted, 
going back inside for more ice.

The drop-off point was Lola's house, which was being 
manned (womanned?) by Karen, and some balloons on the 
mailbox. Moms or dads (or mom's pimps) would drop off 
their daughters at Lola's house, where Karen would smile 
and welcome them, then after the adult would leave, 
Karen would give them instructions to walk to the real 
party. 

This way, our actual house was more or less kept a 
secret, plus the idea of being dropped off at one house, 
and then sneaking off to another house for the party 
went over HUGE with Amy's crowd. It made them feel like 
they were getting away with something sneaky.

Amy had her big boombox plugged into the outdoor socket 
against the wall, and "music" was blasting out across 
the back field. A badminton / volleyball net was set up, 
along with horseshoes along the edge of the garden. (The 
horseshoes were Lola's idea. Erica and Kendall went to 
play it, until Kendall sent one wheeling along that 
smacked Erica in the ankle, then nobody wanted to play 
anymore. The badminton and volleyball net DID get used, 
and there was some hilarious goings-on until it just 
degenerated into girls lightly whacking each other with 
the racquets.) 

Girls trickled in, in ones and twos, until everyone was 
accounted for, and Karen took down the balloons and 
headed back to home base. 

After we bought Lola's house, we made a few changes. 
First of all, we had her landline number set on rollover 
to ours, so after three rings at her house, it starts 
ringing at our house, so we can answer it like we were 
right there. Second, we installed some lamp timers, and 
Lola found this thing in a magazine that makes red, 
blue, and green LED lights flash through a little lens, 
random and non-repeating, so it makes it look like 
there's a TV on through the curtains, so it looks like 
somebody's home. 

We cancelled our own garbage service, and each week I 
drive our tractor cart with garbage out to be picked up 
at her house. Finally, Lola keeps her car in that 
garage, so when she goes anywhere, she leaves and 
returns to that house.

The way our property connects to hers was kinda 
interesting. Long ago, her parcel of land was cut from 
the original farm property that makes up the rest of our 
"estate," so our land extends not only up next to hers, 
but also along across behind it, sort of at an angle. If 
you took a domino, and cut the top square diagonally, 
from the upper right, down to the bottom left (of the 
same top square), you'd get the basic shape of her land. 
Both properties front along the road, but ours zigs 
along behind, where hers zags.

Now most of the remainder of the top domino square 
(which would now be a triangle) is part of our front 
woods, and the remaining domino square is where the 
house, garage, and yard are situated. I took advantage 
of that placement to cut a path, back when we first 
bought the house, through the woods behind her garage, 
so you can walk along the eastern edge of our front 
field, duck into this shady little path, and pop out 
right behind Lola's garage, and not be seen walking out 
of our driveway.

We had fun with this idea for Amy's party. Guests 
arriving at Lola's house had an adventure planned for 
them. Inspired by the corn maze (corn hike) at Punkin 
World, we let the grass in the front field grow 
unchecked since the first spring thaw. Then, I mowed a 
slightly twisty triple-wide path all the way from our 
driveway near the house out to the back of Lola's 
shortcut path through the woods.

As you exited the woods, there was a broomstick driven 
into the ground, with two nails driven into it, full of 
little canvas tote bags (think re-usable shopping bags, 
and you get the idea) of all different designs and 
colors, each with a note inside.

(I need to interrupt myself to explain that each 
attendee was told to sneak along her favorite swimsuit, 
but told nothing more.) The note said:

Welcome to Amy Humbert's Secret Celebrity Party! 

All along your Path to Fame,
You'll find the tools to play the game.
Make the scene, and be a star!
The world will know just who you are!

So each girl would pick a bag, and head off down the 
trail. Soon, they would round a little turn, and there 
was a lawn chair with a wicker basket full of cheap 
fashion sunglasses, and a hand mirror, with a sign 
saying "Grab some shades, and play it cool! Make the 
Paparazzi drool!"

A little further along was a little card table with 
another sign, this one saying:

Mothers scold and others scoff,
If you've got it, show it off!
Strut your swimsuit down the walk,
make those gossip writers talk!

Off to one side, behind a little sign that said 
"Changing Room," I had mowed a narrower L-shaped path to 
a small 6x6 clearing, which contained a lawn chair. Amy 
said that the idea of changing into a swimsuit in the 
middle of an open field was exciting, even though once 
they sat, they would be mostly invisible to anyone else. 
(the grass would have been about shoulder-high on a 
standing ten-year-old.)

Of the 14 girls who arrived, all but two walked into the 
party wearing just their swimsuits. I'm not sure if any 
of them had their suits on under their clothes when they 
left the house, but I know some of them HAD to have 
stripped naked in my front yard, in order to get 
(un)dressed for the party.

Finally, before they rounded the turn that brought them 
out of the grass into our driveway, there was another 
card table holding little fake "Oscar" figurines, 
plastic "echo" microphones, and disposable cameras. The 
sign hanging from the front of the table said:

Model, actress, queen of pop,
Fabulous, you just don't stop.
You're the one the fans adore,
show us what you're famous for!
Take One.

So each girl got to pretend to be a movie star, or a pop 
diva, or a model. As the trail ended, there was a Red 
Carpet (actually just a piece of red fabric from the 
sewing store) and Liu Si waited to take their picture 
with Karen's Polaroid Joycam camera. (Which is becoming 
increasingly hard to find film for.) The oscar 
statuettes, which looked like a golden man holding a 
star above his head, ran out first, then the 
microphones, finally the disposable cameras were the 
last to go.

(As far as the tote bags, sunglasses, and famous 
goodies, I have to give props to a company called 
0R13nT4L Tr4d1ng C0mp4ny, or OTC. (real name, when 
spelled properly) They have cool stuff for ANY kind of 
party you could throw. I was quite surprised. If I 
wanted to throw a themed party featuring pirates riding 
dinosaurs, they would already have it printed on paper 
plates, with matching napkins. Cool people.)

So each attendee got a Polaroid of herself on the red 
carpet, wearing her swimsuit, (except the two that were 
too chicken to change) looking like a starlet. They 
LOVED it. As the last few girls trickled in, I switched 
with Liu Si, so I was taking the pictures while she went 
to go hang out.

Amy greeted her guests by lounging in a deck chair, 
sipping iced tea, wearing huge sungasses and a white 
bathrobe, as if welcoming them to her Beverly Hills 
home. It went over very well. The cake came from W4L-
M4RT, and they were able to make it look like a star on 
the Hollywood Walk of Fame, which was actually really 
cool. (Our other idea had been the Mann's Chinese 
Theatre hands-in-concrete idea, but that would have 
involved Amy jamming her hands in a cake, and then 
people eating it, and no one was too crazy about that. 
*I* still think the idea sounded cool)

So, soon the pool was filled with giggling, shrieking, 
chattering pre-teen girls, two of which were Amy and Liu 
Si. (Now I am proud to say that even though I am in love 
with Amers and Hu Die, none of the other girls did 
anything for me, sexually speaking, so I am proud to say 
I'm not just a dirty old man, and if I'm a dirty young 
man, it's only for the women I love. I can think of 
myself as "not a pedophile.")

Lola was running the refreshments, Karen was 
referee/lifeguard, and I was just sorta helping wherever 
was needed. I will admit I was getting some stares from 
the guests (I didn't have a shirt on, just trunks and 
sandals) but I knew that was just because I was the only 
guy there, a situation I am not uncomfortable with.

Watching Amy splash and wrestle with so many strangers 
did get my attention, however, and soon, a wicked idea 
began to form. First, it was just an idea, then, it 
became a plan, but I would need Liu Si's help.

I sat back towards the kitchen doors, and watched Liu Si 
until she made eye contact with me. She had just swum 
underneath two girls on a foam float, when she surfaced 
and pushed her wet hair out of her eyes. She looked at 
me, and waved happily. I quickly crooked a finger and 
beckoned her to me. She clambered out of the pool, right 
up over the side, and came trotting over, flinging wet 
drops everywhere. "Yes?" She smiled. "Did you need me?"

"Yes." I smiled, "But then I always do."

She blushed and grinned. "What do you need right now?" 
She smiled.

"I want to do something for Amy, for her birthday." I 
said, in a low voice, not quite a whisper. Liu Si 
stepped up close, and sat on my knee. "What is it?" She 
whispered conspiratorially.

"Do you think Amy would like to play William The 
Conqueror?" I asked, speaking gently into her ear. She 
shivered from the feel of my breath, the low rumble of 
my voice so close.

She grasped her knees, and took a deep breath. "Oh, yes, 
I think she would like that very much." She said 
sincerely. "Look at her." We did.

"She is active and excited, and surrounded by girls. I 
think this would be a perfect time to make love to her." 
Liu Si smiled back at me. "But I want to help. You have 
to let me help."

"Ok, but I'm not sure you can both duck out of the 
party." I said. "Do we take turns?"

"Well, yes, but maybe not the way you are thinking." Liu 
Si said, both shy and sly. "I think someone needs to 
keep the focus out here while you... have your way with 
her." She grinned evilly at me. "Do you have any idea 
how much she loves it when you do that?"

I shrugged. "She seems to enjoy it." I said. 

Liu Si shook her head gently. "She LOVES it. Each time 
you have made her yours, it is all she talks about for a 
few days. She gets so happy." Liu Si kissed my cheek 
quickly, not wanting to do more in public. "So I want to 
help."

Smiling, I nodded. "You'll keep the girls outside while 
we go inside?"

Liu Si tossed her hair back and gave me an arch look. 
"More than that." She licked her lips with the tip of 
her tongue; Amy's move, but quite effective. "Count to 
ten and then follow me inside." She said, tapping my 
bare chest, and getting to her feet in a fluid motion. 
My heart raced. Oh boy! This is going to be better than 
I thought!

I counted to fifteen, just to be sure I wasn't going too 
fast, then stood and stretched. Counting to another 
five, I turned and went into the house, shutting the 
sliding glass doors behind me. It was such a bright day 
outside that the kitchen almost seemed darker than 
usual, then I realized that it was because the big doors 
to the living room were shut.

Between our kitchen and the living room (also between 
the kitchen and the dining room) there are large sliding 
doors that go into the walls, large doors with a wooden 
frame, white plexiglass, and a wooden framework over it, 
making little rectangles about the size of a sheet of 
paper. The doors next to the dining room are used often, 
but I've almost never seen the living room doors shut, 
that's why the room seemed strange.

I opened those doors a crack and stuck my head in. 
"Hello?" I asked, but there was Liu Si, a foot away. 
"Hell-O!" She growled, and her slim arm darted out, 
grabbing my waistband and pulling me through the doors, 
pushing them shut with her other arm as I cleared the 
opening.

"So what are you going to do to her?" She asked, her 
voice low and delighted, as she pulled me over behind 
the big couch, still holding my waistband.

"I don't know yet," I said truthfully, "Did you have any 
suggestions?" She let go of my waistband with a snap, 
and stood, looking up at me with an appraising grin.

"Before I tell you, first I want to do something to you, 
if I may." She said carefully, starting to twist back 
and forth on one foot, her hands behind her, as if 
nervous, although her smile broadcast complete 
confidence.

I smiled, and reached out to put my hand on top of her 
head, then slid it gently down, caressing her face, 
until I was cupping her chin. She gave me a hungry 
smile. "Of course you may," I said, and she nodded.

Stepping forward quickly, she pressed both her hands 
against my bare chest, and kissed me, gently first, then 
with her little tongue tickling my lips, then by sucking 
my tongue into her mouth and massaging it with hers. 
Instantly, all my engines were running.

As if perfectly understanding what she was doing to me, 
Liu Si slid both of her hands slowly down from my chest, 
across my stomach, and right into my swim trunks, where 
she lifted and cradled my genitals, balls and all, as if 
trying to carefully scoop them out of my pants. I 
groaned into her mouth with the sensation of her cool 
little hands in my warm personal region.

Instantly (and MUCH too soon) she broke our kiss and 
squatted down, one knee on the floor, and pulled my 
trunks down to my shins. My erection was only about 30% 
hard at this point (she was moving fast) but she left 
one hand holding my balls, and used the other to grip my 
dick tightly as she began licking it, top to bottom, 
over and over. Oh lord.

I sagged backwards until my butt was against the couch 
back, and she giggled, her mouth open, her tongue 
washing up and down on me. As my erection neared full 
height, she squeezed my testicles (gently, mind you) and 
sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth about two 
inches, her tongue swirling like a tornado. I gritted my 
teeth and groaned, as she gently tightened her grip on 
my nuts.

Pulling off with a "Mwah!" around, she leapt up and ran 
over to the bookcase, and came back with one of the 
little keepsake boxes that sit there as a decoration. 
She tipped the lid off, and pulled out some tissue, and 
there it was. 
Anal spike lube.

Adam and Eve sells a lube that comes in a tiny accordion 
bottle, like the kind you buy paint in when you want to 
make pathetic ugly t-shirts. It has a long, thin tip 
like an eyedropper, and the accordion shape of the 
bottle is designed to pump lube in where it needs to be, 
instead of all over the outside, where it does no good, 
and just makes everything sticky. Liu Si presented this 
to me with a flourish, and a wicked smile. "Use this." 
She said lightly, "And make her cum as hard as you can."

Gripping my dick again with one hand, she gave me two or 
three warm little tugs as she leaned in to rub noses 
with me. (When the girls put their mouth on my cock, 
they don't try to kiss me afterwards, which deep down, I 
have to admit, I am thankful for. I've never tasted 
"myself" either accidentally or on purpose, and they 
thoughtfully make sure I don't have to find myself in 
that situation.) "I will send her in." She gasped in 
excitement, and ran off, carefully opening and closing 
the sliding doors to the kitchen.

My mind swam. Liu Si wanted to get me good and hard so I 
could fuck Amy in the ass? I am the happiest man on 
Earth. The doors opened again, and Liu Si tossed the 
cordless handset from the kitchen at me, which I just 
barely caught. She kissed at the air and shut the doors 
again. I heard her footsteps retreat, and the kitchen 
doors open and close.

Several (cold, lonely) moments later, I heard the glass 
doors clunk, and I could see Amy's silhouette growing on 
the white plexiglass. I yanked up my trunks until just 
my (huge, throbbing) erection was sticking out of them, 
and moved as quickly and as quietly as I could over 
against the wall near the doors. Standing next to the 
doors, I could hear her little grunt of annoyance that 
the cordless was gone. Sighing, she opened the sliding 
doors to the living room by about a foot, and stepped 
in.

The room was darker than the kitchen, which might have 
been why she startled when I grabbed her wrist. "Aaah!" 
She yelped, "What?!" but I yanked her against me, using 
my other hand to grab the back of her neck while I 
kissed her hungrily, the tip of my erection scrubbing 
across her wet stomach. THAT got her attention.

Wet, her skin was cool to the touch, and the side-tie 
bikini she was wearing made more of it available to BE 
touched. Her hair was up in two scrunchies, so most of 
it was dry. (In fact, seeing her with pigtails might 
have been part of what triggered my crafty idea.) She 
melted against me, and took a deep breath when I let go 
of her. "Mmm!" She grunted happily. "I like that!" She 
grasped my cock gently with the hand I wasn't holding.

"Good," I growled, in her ear, making her shudder. Her 
grip on me tightened.

"What are you going to do next?" She asked, 
breathlessly.

Without speaking, I took her wrist again, and led her 
over to the couch. She went to turn towards me, but I 
gripped her shoulders, turned her facing into the room, 
over the couch, and bent her over it. She giggled, half 
delighted, half nervous. "Are you really ...?" She 
began, but I knelt behind her, tugging her bikini bottom 
to the side, exposing her little rosebud and pussy to my 
view.

"Oh my god." She breathed/prayed, "Right here? Are we-"

I spat as firmly as I could on her anus, my spit hitting 
her sensitive entrance with as much force as I could 
muster, and she squealed quietly in sheer excitement. 
"Oh fuck." She whispered, her voice incredibly tight, as 
I massaged my saliva around her little anus with my 
index fingertip. She squirmed a little, but I could tell 
it was in anticipation.

"I'm going to need some lube, I think." She begged. "Oh 
this is so wrong!"

"Already got some," I said, and carefully inserted the 
tip of the nozzle for the anal spike lube. I gave it a 
firm squeeze, and I watched the bottle shrink up.

"Ooh!" She gasped, wriggling. "It's cold!"

"Let me warm it up for you, then." I growled.

Gently withdrawing the little lube squirter from her 
tiny pucker, I used the last of it to draw a line up the 
top of my erection. I stepped up close against her, 
nestling the tip of my cock between her butt cheeks. 

Amy was now in a near frenzy of excitement. "Ohmygod! 
Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" She squealed quietly, drumming her 
feet against the back of the couch as I sloooowly 
pressed against her backdoor.

"Get ready." I murmured.

"I'm trying!" She gasped, and took another deep breath.

A moment later, I could actually *feel* her relaxing, 
the tension going out of her back and legs. She even let 
her top half hang down limp over the couch. Moments 
later, I could feel her little asshole opening up for 
me. "That's better." I sighed, slipping my cockhead into 
her butt with a little *popping* feeling, as her 
sphincter grabbed my glans.

The sheer heat of Amy's ass radiated through the portion 
of my penis that was already embedded there. I think I 
had forgotten just how warm and tight she is, it's like 
putting on a sweater right out of the dryer, only to 
find out that it had shrunk in the heat. God, I love it.

"Oh my god!" Amy drawled, as I pressed further in, about 
halfway, and then withdrew. "More! I want more!"

Carefully, I slipped myself back into her, stopping for 
a second about every inch, to allow her body to adjust 
to what I was doing to it. At last, I was buried as deep 
as I could go, my balls pressed up tight against her 
little pussy slit. My entire cock felt like it was 
wrapped just a bit too tightly in a hot towel. Amy 
released the breath she had been holding. "Whew!" She 
whimpered. "I think you get bigger every time!"

"Are you ok?" I asked, but she was already waving her 
hand at me. "I am SO much more than ok."

She gave her hips a little wiggle. "I LOVE the way this 
feels," She breathed, as I reset my feet. "Ohhhhhh you 
have no idea."

"I might have a *little* idea," I grinned, grabbing her 
hips and grinding myself against her, inside her.

"MMMMmmmmmm ah!" She gasped, then tossed her hair back 
and speared me with a demanding look. "Now come on 
before somebody catches us. FUCK my ass!"

I didn't budge. "I'm in charge here." I said, raising an 
eyebrow. "Besides, you'd LOVE it if someone caught us."

"I'm sorry." She whimpered, "But I got so excited. And 
you might be ri-AH!" She lost her sentence mid-word as I 
started pulling out.

Going slowly at first, just to make sure the lube was 
working, I pulled almost halfway out, then glided back 
in, pleasure rippling all the way from my cock to my 
knees. I held her hips, both as a way of controlling my 
own movements, but also because I knew she loved it.

Amy likes to kiss, and tickle, and fondle, and caress, 
and make love, but she also likes to *Fuck.* Amy likes 
to BE *Fucked.* Amy likes to be part of that animal act 
where pleasure is the only important outcome. You got 
your hair pulled a little? You skinned your knees or 
elbows? As long as you got your rocks off, she's 
delighted. If her partner cums, and cums hard, it was 
worth it. (I always remind myself to be careful. Amy can 
cheer you on, right past the point where you're hurting 
her, if she thinks you need it.)

I gripped her hips hard, drilling myself into her, not 
super quick, but with lots of torque, as if I were both 
the unstoppable force, and the immovable object.

"Ohhhhhhh ohhh ohh ooohhhhhhhhh," Amy cooed, relaxing 
against the pillows as I drove into her. "Oh Will! It 
feels so goooooooood!" she whimpered, her voice tiny and 
full of emotion.

I speeded up gradually, until my balls were slinging 
against her pussy a little more than once per second, 
and I could feel some of the tension coming back into 
her back and hips.

"Oh! yes! Unh! Unh! Unh! More! Oh!" She began to writhe 
in my grasp, the buttery softness of her anus beginning 
to grip me even tighter. "It's working! Oh my god it's 
... fuck!" She clawed at the cushions and raised herself 
up a little, trying to push back against me, but I kept 
control of the rhythm. She whimpered with need and 
flopped back down.

In and out, stronger and stronger, into her hot 
throbbing core, I thrust myself. I actually broke out in 
a sweat, just from the heat of her. So hot and slick, 
she was almost squeezing me out, and it felt amazing.

"Oh, I wish I could scream!" She gasped, her whisper 
cracking with the force of her breath. "You're filling 
me up so good!" She tossed her wet hair and looked back 
over her shoulder, out of breath and red-faced.

"Is it good? Do you like my tight little butt?" She 
begged, and I nodded, beyond speech. All I could think 
about was that hot, hot, little opening, and the 
unbelievable sensations my penis was discovering in 
there.

Suddenly, a whacking noise from the kitchen, as the 
sliding door opened. "I know! But I gotta go!" I heard a 
voice call. We both froze, both of us afraid of getting 
caught, but neither of us willing to separate our bodies 
if there was even a chance of continuing.

Amy tried to silence her panting, but I could feel her 
clench on me a little, as the fear settled in.

I could hear someone walking across the kitchen, getting 
closer, talking to herself out loud. "Everybody's gonna 
play a game, fine, but I gotta pee, like I always gotta 
pee when I get in the pool. Besides, who throw a party, 
don't invite no boys? That's ridickalous! This a perfect 
chance to play Whatcha Got, I'm all in my best suit and 
evathang, and it's like freakin' ... Poon Lagoon out 
there, nuthin' but girls. Shit!"

Judging by the sound of her voice, the speaker had 
turned to go down the hall towards the downstairs 
bathroom, a path that would take her right past the door 
to the hallway, the only "door* to the room that didn't 
actually feature a door of some kind, just a doorway. Uh 
oh. Still bad.

Before I could even react (and remember, my brain was 
set to "Fuck," not "Think" or even "Hide") Destiny 
walked past the open doorway, still talking to herself. 
She was walking away from us at a 45 degree angle, and I 
could easily see her hair and her chocolate brown 
shoulders as she strutted past, partially obstructed by 
the big bookcase. Had she turned her head even a little, 
or been aware of her surroundings a bit more, she would 
have seen Amy draped over the couch, and me buried in 
her ass.

But she didn't. She just strutted off down the hallway 
and I heard a door shut. A second later I could barely 
hear the fan kick on.

Amy turned her head to look back at me, giving me the 
most pleading, the most begging, beseeching look of pure 
sincerity. "Please!" She almost wept. "Do it!"

Bending at the knees, I scooped her body up, pressing 
her back against my chest, left arm around her stomach, 
my right across her chest, my cock still buried deep 
inside her. She dangled in midair, held aloft only by my 
arms and my dick up her ass. "Oh fuck!" She whimpered, 
as I started bouncing her up and down as best I could. 

Momentarily, she tried to plant her feet on my knees, to 
get more leverage, but they slipped off and she gave up. 
The angle I had her lifted to forced the front wall of 
her rectum (and therefore the back wall of her pussy) to 
press hard against the lower (and most sensitive) side 
of my cock.

Her wet hair seemed freezing cold against my sweaty 
chest as I pulled her hard against me, impaled by my 
throbbing, thrusting erection, wrapped in my arms. 
Bounce, bounce, bounce, my thrusts only moving about an 
inch or two, but hurtling me towards a massive orgasm, 
her slippery asshole milking me so tight, so hot. She 
grabbed her pussy with her right hand, her left trying 
to move my right arm higher, but I was holding her too 
tight.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" She grunted, trying to get a deeper 
breath, and failing. One side of her bikini had come 
untied, and I could feel the loose strings of it 
dangling along the inside of my thigh.

It was far and away the most pleasurable, intense 
intercourse with her I'd ever had so far. As much as I 
didn't want it to ever end, I knew I was only going to 
last a few more seconds no matter what I did. My legs 
were shaking, hard, and I was having trouble keeping my 
balance, but I didn't care. My own gasps were beginning 
to drown out hers, when she suddenly drove her 
fingernails into my right wrist, not hard enough to cut 
me, but definitely hard enough to get my attention.

Startled, I loosened my grip, shooting a glance toward 
the hallway. Had Destiny come out? But Amy grabbed my 
right hand and clapped it over her mouth, two seconds 
before she stiffened, and came. She howled into the palm 
of my hand, mostly muffled, but a moderate amount of 
sound escaping through her nose as her hand held mine 
firmly across her mouth. I could feel little twitches 
against the underside of my cock, as her empty pussy 
clutched and spasmed through her orgasm, and that was 
the end of it for me as well.

I came so hard I saw spots dancing in the dim room. My 
balls clenched so fiercely they almost hurt, as squirt 
after squirt of cum went right up her butt. I managed 
not to yell, and I have no idea how I didn't fall, but 
as it was, I sagged towards the couch before I corrected 
and pitched back upright. Amy still held my hand across 
her mouth, whimpering weakly as I emptied myself inside 
her lower intestine. "Happy b-birthday." I whispered in 
her ear as soon as I could control my breathing, and she 
groaned in delight, taking deep breaths through her 
nose.

"I need to put you down," I gasped quietly, but she 
shook her head, her wet hair twisting against me. "Yes, 
I do." I said, and began to release her, laying her back 
down over the couch. She gave a little growl of 
disappointment, but put her hands out to balance 
herself.

"That was SO good, I can't even describe it." she 
stammered weakly, looking at me back over her shoulder.

"I'm taking it out now," I whispered, which made her 
pout her lip out. Slowly, I withdrew my twitching, red 
erection from that wonderful place, the colder air 
making it tingle a little. (I'm happy to say it came out 
clean.) Her buttonhole was red, and gaping open a 
little, the pucker taken right out of it, but Amy seemed 
utterly, profoundly satisfied. She clapped her hand over 
it, and let her legs go limp, slithering bonelessly 
backwards onto the floor at my feet, landing on her hip 
and elbow. "Aah," She sighed, and lay back and closed 
her eyes. I tucked myself away, and pulled up my trunks, 
leaning on the back of the couch with my hands, looking 
down at her, catching my breath as my heart pounded.

"That was the most incredible..." She began, and 
swallowed. "I went to rub my clit, but it was already 
there, like BOOM!" The hand not covering her butt made a 
little popping gesture, like tiny fireworks. "I think I 
had an ass-gasm. I was just trying to hold back until I 
could get your hand over my mouth, but you weren't 
letting me go." She chuckled weakly, and took a deep 
breath. "Oh, that was so good. I'm going to need a 
minute."

I smiled down at her. "Take all the time you-" but I 
heard the toilet flush, and the bathroom door squeak 
open. Obviously, Destiny was not a hand-washer.

Amy stared up at me, wide-eyed, but hidden completely by 
the couch. A second later, Destiny came tromping back 
down the hallway, facing me this time. Her eyes 
flickered to me the instant before she would have passed 
out of sight, but she backed up and stood, posing in the 
doorway. "Hi!" She said, staring at me with a 
calculating expression.

I nodded, still kinda out of breath. "Hello." I said.

"I don't think we been introduced, but I'm Destiny." She 
declared, taking a step into the room and touching her 
chubby cleavage with the fingertips of her left hand, 
her hip cocked.

"I'm Will," I said, "Amy's big brother." Amy began to 
walk her fingers up my pant leg like the itsy bitsy 
spider.

"Mm hmm." She said, looking me up and down. "You know 
you hot, right?" she gave me what I'm sure she thought 
was a sexy smile.

Amy's fingertips found the tip of my fading erection, 
and gently gave it a squeeze, still shielded by the 
couch. "Thanks, but I'm taken." I said, waving one hand 
weakly, and managing not to flinch at Amy's grasp.

Destiny shrugged. "Don't bother *me.*" Another grin. "I 
can keep a secret." Amy snorted, too quietly for her to 
hear.

Amy's hand stroked me again. "I'm flattered, but I'm 
taken." I gave her a smile, so as not to hurt her 
feelings.

"'S a shame," Destiny said, tilting her head. "But you 
think about it, ok?"

I waved, and she strutted down the hall. A moment later, 
I heard the sliding door. "Goodness," I mumbled.

"She wants you." Amy said calmly from the floor, still 
tugging gently at my cock, inside my trunks. "She's told 
everybody she wants her first time to be with a white 
guy, and apparently she was hoping you would take it."

"Nope." I said, looking down at her. "I meant what I 
said. I'm taken."

Amy looked up at me, her eyes shining with joy. "This is 
the best birthday I've ever had."

"Are you going to let go of my accessories yet?" I 
asked, as she stroked my penis with her hand.

"Nope." She sighed. A second later, she squinted up at 
me. "You know what's weird? I totally want to cuddle 
right now." She said.

"Seriously?" I asked, smiling down at her. She nodded, 
wet hair swinging. "I just want to wrap myself around 
you and not let go." A pause. "But we can't, not really. 
I still have a party to host. God, that was so good." 
She began trying to sit up, and let go of me 
reluctantly.

I reached down to help her, and pulled her to her feet. 
I leaned on the couch while she tried to re-tie her 
bikini bottom. "I owe you big time." She mumbled.

"No, you don't." I said quietly. She went to take a 
step, and wobbled. "Whoops." she gasped. "I'm a little 
shaky. Too much butt-sex." She leaned against the couch 
next to me. "Oh, so good."

"Tell you the truth, I'm about ready to go take a nap." 
I chuckled. Amy's butt had done a number on me for sure. 
I was exhausted. The feeling of driving myself into that 
tight, hot warmth, ohhhhh man. My knees were still a 
little weak.

"Can we go outside together, or do we have to leave 
separately?" Amy asked, a wistful tone in her voice.

"Jump on my back. We left the party apart, so if we make 
a big entrance together, no one will remember anything 
before that." I hazarded.

"I can't ride on you." Amy said, giving me a half smile. 
"My butt's all jello right now, so I might drip cum down 
your back. I need to keep my legs together for a while. 
You broke my butt." She giggled.

"Is it that bad?" I winced at her.

"I'm not watertight. If I tried to swim right now, I 
would probably sink!" She laughed.

"Oh no," I said, but Amy turned, threw her arms around 
my neck, and kissed me deeply, her lithe little tongue 
darting into my mouth, zipping across the roof of my 
mouth, and caressing my tongue. "Don't be sorry." She 
gasped when we parted.

I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her sideways, and 
we navigated our way out through the sliding doors, into 
the kitchen, and up to the glass doors, which she 
reached down and opened.

I stepped out into the light and the noise, and Amy shut 
the sliding glass doors. "Look what I found!" I called, 
to general cheers from the pool.

I walked over to the pool and swung her like I was going 
to throw her in. "ACK! Noooo!" Amy squealed, and her 
friends egged me on. "Do it!" "Dunk her!"

I made a big show of letting go, but Amy clung to my 
shoulders, and did not fall in. "I think she's stuck!" I 
said in a playful voice. Amy grunted with the effort of 
hanging on, but successfully stayed up.

"Throw her in!" Brandi shouted, giggling.

"I'm going to have to do this the hard way." I said, as 
if annoyed, and cradled Amy in my arms again. I started 
walking towards the steps at the shallow end. 
"Oooooooh!" the poolful of girls responded.

"I'm not letting go until you say Uncle!" She shouted to 
the sky.

"Nevar!" I retorted, for our audience, and took the 
steps at a jog.

"I love you so much." She whispered to me, as I settled 
into the water, sitting on the bottom step. I kept my 
hold on her, and leaned back, relaxing in the cool 
water, cuddling Amy in broad daylight.

Two of her friends swam over (I think their names were 
Candi and Boom-Boom) and investigated.

"I'm not letting him go until he admits that girls are 
better than boys." Amy announced, instantly winning 
their support.

"Pfft." I said. "They smell better, but that's about 
it."

"Bull crap!" Amy said, warming up to the pretend 
argument. "We kiss better, we dress better, and we're 
smarter."

"No way." I sighed, relaxing.

"You think boys kiss better? Have you ever kissed a 
boy?" Amy asked, to her friend's giggling.

"No!" I said, and Amy shot back "Then admit it. Girls 
are so much better, you don't even WANT to kiss a boy, 
to see what it's like."

"Ew!" I laughed. "Ok, fine, you win THAT argument, but I 
still say boys are better at everything else."

"Then I'm sitting right here until you change your 
mind!" She declared, snuggling down against me, 
completely happy. Her friends laughed, but soon drifted 
away to talk to somebody else.

Liu Si coasted up on a pool floatie. "And how are you 
two?" She asked primly.

"Oh my gawd," Amy said, her voice very soft. "Did you 
know what he was planning?"

"I helped him get ready." Liu Si grinned. "Did 
everything go well?"

"Oh, baby, it was so good." Amy took her hand. "Thank 
you for helping. Oh my god." She sighed and lay against 
me. "It was so good I'm surprised YOU didn't feel it." 
Amy mumbled at Liu Si, then yawned expansively. 

Liu Si gave me a proud look and giggled. "Liu Si got me 
all warmed up, so she deserves some of the credit for 
inspiring me." I sighed, completely relaxed.

"I love you." Liu Si said softly, and then I realized 
she was talking to me.

"I love you too, mei-mei." I said, and reached out to 
take her other hand.

"You make her so happy." Liu Si said, glowing. "And if 
you were anyone else, I would become fiercely jealous, 
but somehow I am not."

"I'm glad," I said. "You know I love you too, right?"

"Oh, yes." She smiled. "But I think it has been a while 
since I showed you, right?"

I tried to remember. "Umm."

"How long has it been since it was just the two of us?" 
She asked quietly.

"I think it was last week, or right at the end of the 
week before that." I had found her getting ready to take 
a shower, and asked if I could wash her back.

"Then I have waited too long. I call next." She said, 
proudly, all smiles. "You have made my beloved so 
happy."

"It's a date," I smiled.

When Liu Si first opened up her heart to me, I'll admit 
I was more nervous about how it was going to work out. 
I've always felt I needed to be more careful in how I 
approach her. I know I can go flirt with Lola, or Karen, 
or throw Amy over a couch and be fine, but with Liu Si, 
I'm always a bit more bashful. Maybe I'm just reacting 
to her meeker nature, but I'm always hesitant to just go 
at her, like I would one of the others.

Liu Si spends most of her sexual time with Amy, but she 
still maintains about a 20% average with me alone. 
Rarely does she actively seek me out, it seems. More 
often she will merely put herself in a position to be 
noticed by me, and then welcome my attentions. 
Occasionally, though, she WILL make the first moves.

"Sheng-ri kuai le."(Happy Birthday) she said to Amy, who 
sighed happily. "Oh, it IS!" Amy purred.

Liu Si raised my hand she was holding to her lips, and 
daintily bit my thumb knuckle, just hard enough to leave 
a mark. "Until you are recovered." she said softly, with 
a wicked little smile. She then drifted off, watching 
Amy and me with a satisfied look.

"She's gonna geeeeet youuuuuu," Amy teased softly, her 
voice a singsong.

"She hasn't learned any new hand techniques, has she?" I 
asked Amy, maybe a little nervous.

Amy neatly zipped her lip and threw away an imaginary 
key. She rested her head back on my shoulder, the 
picture of absolute happiness.

Lola walked over, looking down at us. "Is she ok?" She 
asked, slight concern in her voice.

"Yes." Amy said, with her eyes closed. "Just relaxing 
for a minute."

Lola looked at us both for a second, before the penny 
dropped. "Wait, did something happen?"

"Yeah," I admitted sheepishly. Playing William the 
Conqueror always made me feel a little guilty 
afterwards.

Lola squatted and whispered. "Is that why Liu Si 
insisted everybody play marco-polo right then? Where did 
you guys sneak off to?"

"The living room." I said, squinting up at her in the 
sunlight.

"Jeez!" Lola blushed, but smiled. "You guys are so bad!"

"Destiny almost caught us," Amy mumbled.

"No way!" Lola said, looking at Destiny for a second, 
where she and Crystal were trying to push each other off 
the float lounger.

"It was beautiful." Amy said, sounding as if she were 
falling asleep.

Lola looked at her with an expression of "Awwwww" and 
then whacked me on the shoulder. "Bad boy."

I gave her my pouty lip, and she shook her head at me, 
smiling. "Don't give me that act."

I grinned up at her, one eye squinted shut in the 
sunlight. "How are you and Karen doing? Having fun?"

"Yeah." Lola said, and sat on the edge of the pool, 
pulling off her sandals and dangling her feet in the 
water. "This is a lively crowd."

Amy emitted a tiny snore. I glanced down at her, in 
surprise, and Lola laughed very quietly.

"Don't laugh, I could sleep too." I said, although I no 
longer felt as tired. Lola kicked at me softly, flinging 
a few droplets of water across my shoulder and up my 
neck. "There you go." She chuckled.

A girl I hadn't been introduced to drifted by on a pool 
noodle. "Did Desiree go that way?" She asked, pointing 
to the deep end, where most of the girls were 
underwater, trying to do handstands.

"Bingo." Lola said, and the girl smiled and paddled off. 
"They ALL have stripper names." She muttered. "WHY do 
they all have stripper names?"

"Lola would be a nice name for an exotic dancer," I 
said, to a disapproving look from her. "Not that it 
means anything." I said quickly.

"My full name is Dolores." She said, softening. "It's a 
terrible stripper name. Like Gertrude, or Ruth."

Amy had apparently rejoined us. "Gertrude would be 
funny. We could call her Dirty Gertie," she said, 
yawning again. I yawned too, helplessly.

"You guys need to wake up, or somebody's going to figure 
this out." Lola growled.

"I can go toss Michaela off the lounger and declare 
myself queen of the pool." Amy said, and slowly stood, 
dripping on me. "Thanks for the present." she said, 
smiling. "I loved it."

"Happy birthday," I told her, and away she went. Lola 
reached out and helped me stand, then pulled her feet 
out of the pool.

"That was risky, but she seems very happy." She said, 
watching Amy leap on Michaela and flip the lounger 
completely.

"How about you? Are you happy?" I asked Lola, and she 
squeezed my hand before letting me go, kicking her feet 
back into her sandals.

"Yeah." She said, smiling. "We never got to have this 
kind of fun when I was her age, so this is neat for me." 
She paused, and chewed on her thumbnail gently. "Is it 
weird that I'm sometimes a little jealous of you guys?"

"You *live* here." I said. "What's to be jealous of?"

"I kinda wish I had a childhood as happy as this, but 
then I just think about how you can't change the past." 
She put her hand on her forehead, shielding her eyes 
from the sun. "And besides, you guys haven't always been 
this happy. There was a lot of shit to get here."

"True." I said, knowing that there was lot of shit for 
her as well. I think Lola definitely had a lot more shit 
to get here than we did, and not just because she is 
older than us. "But it was worth it, looking back."

Lola nodded, and looked over at Karen, who gave her a 
little finger-wiggling wave and a warm smile. "It IS 
worth it. Every single day is worth it." She said 
thoughtfully. I put my arm around her, and we steered 
over towards where Karen was sitting.

"Sometimes you hear people talk about doing it all over 
again, like if they had a time machine or something, but 
it's too complicated." I said. "We should do our best to 
enjoy what we have, right now, and be thankful for every 
moment of happiness we are lucky enough to get."

"I like that idea." Lola said, trailing her fingertips 
across Karen's bare shoulders when we reached her. Karen 
gave a happy little shudder and caught Lola's hand, 
squeezing her fingers fondly. (I love seeing my ladies 
touch each other, even when it's not in an overtly 
sexual way. Amy and Liu Si can't keep their hands off 
each other, always holding hands, or sitting on each 
other's laps, or just cramming into a single seat. Lola 
and Karen are less clingy, but every gentle touch 
communicates the love they share.)

"Some ancient philosopher guy once said "Call no man 
happy until he is dead."" Lola said, to me, but Karen 
turned around to look at us as we sat. "What?" She 
asked. "Being dead equals being happy?"

"I always interpreted it to mean that as long as you're 
alive, there's always going to be stuff going on, and 
you can't judge correctly until it's over. But I 
disagree." Lola stated firmly, sitting between me and 
Karen and taking both our hands.

"I'm happy. Right now." She said, squeezing our hands. 
"And that is literally ALL that matters." Karen and I 
agreed.

The party was a big success. Everybody ate hot dogs and 
cake, Destiny managed to "lose" her bikini top in a game 
of swim tag (which pissed Amy off briefly), and a good 
time was had by all.

All the girls had a good time (except perhaps Destiny, 
who left in a huff of disappointment), and as the sun 
set on Amy's 10th birthday, we all trudged to our beds 
with a feeling of having seized the day.

Tomorrow would be another chance to do it again. 

THE END... No really, the end...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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