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CHAPTER – 29: A Quiet Evening
When I arrived at the hospital, Sarah was just getting ready to leave. While I drove us to Kathy’s, Sarah explained Kathy would be late, having a late shift, and that’s why she needed the ride. She asked about Mom, and I told her she suspected something.
“Sorry. I just wanted to tease you, not get you into trouble,” she replied.
“I know. I just hope she doesn’t interrogate you if you visit her.”
“I don’t think she would do that. Kathy is another matter. She might ask Kathy.”
“Yeah. She might. I hope she gets distracted with what’s happening between Mark and Kathy.”
“You didn’t tell her?”
“Nope. That’s Kathy’s surprise.”
After that short exchange, she told me about the morning. Both girls had decided it was easier for Dana to shuffle her immediate schedule so that Dana would be having overnight stays here this week. According to the plan, Dana would be back Wednesday and Friday nights, flying international routes on Tuesday and Thursday. She would be confirming the plans tonight. Sarah was arranging her schedule to work on Saturday, but take off Sunday and Monday. Next Monday, Dana was going to take the week off, part of her accrued off-duty time. When I asked about travel arrangements for the weekend, Sarah said I could drive us both on Saturday afternoon, and she could take the bus to return on Monday night, while I stayed with Dana. It was a good plan, and I hoped they could pull it off. Then the talk turned to tonight and the dinner. I was a bit apprehensive about Kathy and her curiosity.
“She could grill both of us.”
“I don’t think it will be that bad, Mitch. Naturally she’s curious, but she saw how things happened yesterday. I don’t think she’ll be overly curious.”
“I wonder... Especially after the telephone call...”
She laughed. “Kathy mentioned both she and Mark were a bit late.”
“No thanks to you and Dana,” I quipped.
“She said she was emotionally exhausted last night, and they missed the alarm in the morning. So we did them a service,” she replied.
“If you say so.”
“Come on, Mitch, ease up. You know how it is.”
“I know. I’m worried that you girls will corrupt Dana as well,” I retorted.
“She would be a nice addition to the Sisterhood. We need fresh blood,” Sarah came back with a serious tone, drawing a sharp look from me. When I looked at her, she smiled wickedly.
* * * * *
Back at Kathy’s, I dropped off my books in my room, and put the diary and text books in my suitcase, locking it. I wanted to check some things I’d written, before destroying it. Sarah was in the kitchen, checking the contents of the fridge.
“I thought we were invited to dinner, not to cook it.”
“Come on, Mitch. Sometimes she doesn’t even have time for shopping, and what’s more, the dinner was my idea.”
“Your idea?”
“With Mark gone, and after all that excitement during the dinner last night, I didn’t want her to be alone tonight. She mentioned she had steaks in the freezer. With your Mom’s patty cake, and a salad, we have more than enough. She needs a break, especially today.”
“Do you do this often?” I asked, curious, and very much touched.
“We both do it depending on our schedules. Sometimes, one of us feels lonely. So, we try to keep each other company. Lately, she did it more often than I. I told you she takes care of me.”
“OK, love. Leave it to me. Go, get a shower.”
“Let’s just do the salad, and take the steaks out of the freezer. We can do the rest later, when she comes,” she insisted.
In the end, Sarah prepared the salad, while I whipped up a simple mushroom sauce for the steaks. I wrapped up some potatoes in aluminum foil, and put them in the oven, and set the timer so that we would have some baked potatoes as well. We finished up with the preparations and headed for the shower. We didn’t fool around but helped each other wash. I was feeling tired, with the stress from the talk with Mom catching up with me, and Sarah was tired from the short sleep, and her work at the hospital. I still reacted to seeing her naked body, but I was at half-mast. She gave me a quizzical look, before reaching for my penis, but it didn’t harden much. I told her I was tired, mentioning I had a little bit of an interrogation from Mom. After we dried each other, she grabbed my hand, and took me to my room. Opening the covers, she asked me to lay face down, and straddling me, she gave a quick rub down. I could hardly believe her energy, after the kind of day she must have had. I was on vacation and had not done anything, and yet, I was feeling very tired. I was ready to fall asleep, when she finished the short massage. She left the room for a few minutes, before coming back with an alarm clock in her hand.
“What’s that for?”
“I’m tired as well, but I don’t want to oversleep. Kathy will be coming around eight, so we both can catch some sleep until then,” she replied.
“Thank you, Sarah. If you lay down, I can give you a rub down.”
“That beats the purpose of the massage, Mitch, and you need the rest. Just lay down and hold me.”
So, we did just that. Remembering what I had done for Dana, I asked if she wanted me to put her to sleep, explaining what I wanted to do, and she agreed. A few minutes later both of us were asleep.
* * * * *
I woke up to the sound of soft music drifting from the living room. Sarah was still asleep, snuggled to my side. I reached for the alarm clock, and found it was past eight o’clock, and the alarm was turned off.
No wonder I didn’t hear the alarm go off!
From the sounds coming from the living room, I knew Kathy had arrived. She must have turned the alarm off. I woke Sarah, gently. She was wide awake in a few minutes, but her eyes were puffy. While I put on jeans and a t-shirt, she went to Kathy’s bedroom. I went to the living room, and saw Kathy was busy in the kitchen, putting the patty cake into the oven, next to the potatoes, before starting on the steaks.
When she noticed me, she said, “Thank you for the preparation. Did you two have a good rest?”
“Yeah. Why did you turn off the alarm?”
“You both looked like you needed a rest. I was going to wake you up in a short while.”
“We wanted to prepare the dinner. Go, take a shower and relax. We’ll handle the rest.”
“You’ve already done enough.”
Just then, Sarah walked in, dressed in one of Kathy’s old peignoirs, and hearing our discussion, she said, “Come on, Kathy. Get in the shower, or do I have to drag you there?”
With a shrug, Kathy left for the bathroom, while Sarah and I took over. In a very short time we had everything ready. As I was serving the steaks, Kathy came in dressed in pajamas. I was surprised with her attire, but with Sarah dressed in a peignoir, I shouldn’t have been; they both wanted to be comfortable. Dinner was a quiet affair. Kathy talked about Mark. He was called back to the head office. Kathy hadn’t heard anything since lunch time, and seemed a bit worried. Despite the curious expression in her eyes, and quizzical looks she directed at Sarah and me, she didn’t ask anything about us and last night. But I knew her well enough to know that she was dying to know what happened. The girls helped with collecting the dishes, and I chased them off, wanting them to relax, and talk about whatever they wanted, while I went about washing and drying the dishes. I didn’t feel ready to answer awkward questions from Kathy, and was willing to let Sarah handle her. After I finished the clean-up, I joined them, but just then our conversation was interrupted by a telephone call. It was Mark, calling to inform Kathy that he had been stuck in emergency meetings until now. Kathy relaxed when she heard he would be coming back tomorrow, and whatever emergency there had been, was being handled and under control. After the call, Kathy seemed to perk up, and Sarah did, too, picking up on her mood. It was interesting to see how their moods influenced and fed off each other.
As I expected, Kathy was curious about what was happening with the three of us. While she was on the phone, Sarah quietly told me that she hadn’t probed her extensively. Now, with me present, Kathy was very measured in her questions. Still, it was easy to see she was trying very hard to contain her excitement and curiosity each time she looked at Sarah or me. She seemed happy for all of us, but on the other hand, I could sense her concerns; perhaps she was worried about the possibility that we might all end up getting hurt. Sarah and I tried to put her at ease as much as possible, and Kathy was very understanding. She accepted the generalities we had offered, and I suspected it might have something to do with Dana’s absence. Our conversation was interrupted by another telephone call, and this time it was Dana. After trying Sarah’s place, she guessed we might be at Kathy’s.
When I was talking with Dana, Kathy’s attention was on me. Dana confirmed she had shuffled her schedule and gotten her days off for the next week. After that she wanted to talk with Sarah. From Sarah’s end of the conversation, I concluded they were talking about the weekend plans. Sarah also extended Kathy’s invitation for a visit, during one of her overnight stays. Turning to Kathy I asked about it, and she told me she wanted to get to know Dana. Concluding the telephone call, Sarah joined us, and this time Kathy had some pointed questions. Considering the fact that she had heard our plans, I should have expected that.
“You two are really going to visit her?” she asked Sarah.
“Yes, we are. And she’s going to stay at my place when she’s in town,” Sarah answered.
When she heard that, Kathy gave Sarah an appraising look.
“You two are quickly becoming friends, aren’t you?”
Sarah nodded. “She’s a very interesting person. I really want to get to know her, and she wants to get to know me.”
“Yes, she is. Do you remember what she said, yesterday?” Kathy asked.
Drawing a blank look from both of us, she reminded us of Dana’s words about big hearts. “I want to get to know her, too. Especially after what she said. She wasn’t just throwing it around. At least that was my impression when she said it,” Kathy said, her voice drifting. She looked like she was mulling over Dana’s words.
I thought about what Kathy said, and I got the feeling she might be onto something. I knew more about Dana than anybody else in the room. Sarah and Kathy were very close to each other, and Dana had caught onto it pretty quickly. Later, she had gotten my short speculative analysis of Sarah in regards to Kathy. The love between the two was unquestionable, especially after what Sarah had told me about her difficult years. Dana had a big, generous heart, too, from what I’d seen. All her actions up to now confirmed that. Did she recognize something similar amongst all of us? I knew Kathy had a lot of friends, and was loved by many, as was Sarah. We were all quiet; I guess everybody was thinking similar thoughts. Kathy and Sarah seemed to be watching each other, still lost in thought.
Sarah was the first one to break the silence. “I think you might be right about that, Kathy. From what I’ve come to know, she’s not the kind that would do something like that. I believe she was sincere. And that makes me think...”
Kathy smiled at Sarah, and nodded, before turning her attention to me. “What do you think, Bro?”
“I think I’ll pass on this one. I’m too close to her to be objective.”
“Yes, you are. But you have a pretty good analytical mind, Mitch. You always had that. Just tell us what you think,” Kathy insisted.
“Subjectively, I think she was sincere, and I suspect she felt something for both of you. I know, for a fact, she caught onto you and Sarah. I think she has a generous soul. I’m not sure how objective this will sound, but I think she might have responded to something she felt, perhaps because she has it in herself,” I replied carefully, thinking over my analysis.
Laughing, Kathy quipped, “And you call this a subjective analysis, being too close to the subject?”
Picking up on it, Sarah retorted, “Yeah. I wonder how he fares when he’s really objective?”
“It’s still a questionable analysis,” I reminded.
Kathy replied, “Sarah seems to respond to something in Dana. I know I like her, and I had an automatic response to her. I would consider all that substantial, putting aside your own feelings in the matter.”
She had a point, and I nodded my agreement.
Turning to Sarah, Kathy said, “I hope everything works out all right, and you all become very good friends.”
Sarah nodded, then stood up. “It’s getting late. I better get changed.”
“Come on, guys. Why drive all the way there,” Kathy objected. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she added, “Mitch’s bed is big enough for the two of you, and I even have a fully equipped emergency medical kit here, in case you have another fainting spell.”
I let out a groan at her quip, but Sarah was more physical in her response. With a shriek, she turned to Kathy, and slapped her on the arm.
“You bitch. You’re jealous.”
“Why should I be? You’re slipping way down,” Kathy responded with a big grin.
“Kathy, zip it up, will you? It’s getting late and we all have to wake up early. It’s been a tiring day,” I said, trying to prevent a lengthy give and take between the two.
“Sure, Bro. Sarah can zip it down later.”
“I’ll go and get dressed,” Sarah said, and turned to leave the living room.
Cooling off, Kathy replied, “Come on, Sarah. I was just teasing.”
Sarah stopped and turned to Kathy. “I know. I just want to have a good night’s sleep, and not listen to your vibrator,” she quipped with a smile.
Instead of returning fire, Kathy said, “I’ll prepare breakfast.”
“I was also teasing, Sis, but you don’t need to prepare breakfast. He’s going to have a blood test tomorrow,” Sarah said.
“Blood test? Is something wrong?” Kathy asked.
“Nothing’s wrong, Kathy. I’m taking the test, you know,” I replied.
“Oh! OK. Well, it’s late. I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, as she stood up.
Hugging Sarah, she said, “Stay the night, will you? It’s late, and a waste of time to drive all the way to your place.”
Sarah looked in my direction, and I nodded. After a round of ‘good night’s, Sarah and I went to my bedroom.
* * * * *
While I was getting undressed, Sarah took off her peignoir and got into the bed. Even though I was tired, and feeling sleepy, seeing her naked body stirred me. By the time I was down to my boxers I had a sizable lump. Sarah noticed it, and raised an eyebrow.
“I’m pretty tired, but he still reacts to you,” I replied, receiving an understanding smile.
Taking off my boxers, I got under the covers, and switched off the lamp on the night stand. I lay down on my back, and Sarah cuddled, nestling under my arm. She had one leg between mine, and molded her body to my side. She was restless for a while, and I asked if she wanted me to put her to sleep, to which she agreed. I started to work on her neck, but then felt her moisture seeping on my thigh from the hot juncture between her legs.
“Sarah, love. Do you need something else?”
“I... Aren’t you tired?
“I’m tired, but not that tired, if you want to?
She was quiet, and I had to prompt her. “Sarah. Do you want to?”
“I... I want to. It’s just that I’m not like this, all the time. I missed good sex, and I love how you make me feel. I just feel like...”
“Like a newlywed, going at it 24 hours a day?” I quipped.
“Yeah. Something like that,” she answered with a laugh.
“I feel the same way, Sarah. You know I haven’t been intimate with anybody for a long time, and you... well, you have an effect on me.”
“I do, eh? OK then. But let me get a towel, otherwise, we’ll have to sleep in a big lake. You know how I get,” she said, before getting off the bed.
A few minutes later, she returned with a towel, and spread it on the bed. Asking me to lay down, she straddled me. She didn’t waste time with foreplay, just letting me caress her body for a short while before she took me inside her. Slipping her hands under my shoulders, she lowered her upper body on my chest, while I cupped her cheeks. We made love slowly, trying to pleasure each other quietly. As she got close to her orgasm, and started to moan, she buried her face on my shoulder, trying to stifle her cries. Soon however, we were rocking more strongly, and the bed started to make noise, forcing us to slow down. We climbed up to our culmination gently, and as she was reaching her peak, I wetted a finger, and slipped it into her other hole. She rose up and moaned quite loudly at the feeling and sought my lips to stifle her moans. Then, she was coming, her channel clutching me, as her juices washed my balls, while I kept working my finger and cock, stimulating her from both ends. She moaned her pleasure into my mouth, but still, we hadn’t been entirely quiet.
I was close to coming myself, but the stimulation wasn’t powerful in that position, so I rolled us over, and started thrusting into her, seeking my own release. Sarah hadn’t come down completely from her own orgasm, and she tried to stifle her moans and yelps with her hand, sinking her teeth into her palm, each time I stroked into her. With the tingling in my balls getting more pronounced, I gave in to the urgency of my pleasure and picked up my pace. When the bed started its rhythmic thud–thud–thud in synch with my thrusts, Sarah, too, gave up her efforts to keep quiet. Not a minute later, I felt my balls lurch, and pump my seed into her in strong spurts. Feeling me come, Sarah moaned her pleasure with each throb of my cock. Afterwards, we both lay on our backs, trying to catch our breath.
“It felt so exciting, trying to stay quiet, but wanting to scream my pleasure. I know Kathy wouldn’t mind it, and she probably heard us, but... it was different,” she said, still a bit breathless.
“Think about doing something like that, when your parents are sleeping next door,” I teased her, getting a giggle for my efforts.
“You’re bad, Mitch. This felt just like that... almost,” she replied, then with a contented sigh, she added, “I’m so tired.”
Rolling on her side, she molded her body to mine in a cuddle, and whispered, “Hold me.”
When we were almost drifting to sleep, she sat up and cleaned herself and me with the towel, before dropping it on the floor, then cuddled back to me. As I kept running my hands on her back, massaging her neck, she fell asleep. I was awake for a while, listening to her soft breathing. It felt good to hold her in my arms. It’s been a long time I had somebody sleeping next to me, and I had missed that feeling, and the sense of contentment. Eventually, I fell asleep as well.
* * * * *
Next morning, I woke up to the sounds of activity, before the alarm clock went off. I picked up the clock and turned off the alarm. Sarah was stirring, too, and was awake in short order. A few minutes later, Kathy knocked on the door, and when invited in, she opened it a bit, peering inside. Seeing us awake, she walked in holding two mugs, and put them down on the nightstand, before putting on the night lamp. She was already dressed, and ready to leave for the hospital. Sarah rolled away and sat up, pulling her pillow behind her back, while I stayed on my back, feeling lazy and a bit self-conscious with Kathy’s presence in the bedroom.
“Good morning, love birds,” Kathy said, with a smile.
She gave one of the cups to Sarah. “Nectar of life, coffee. Sorry, Bro. You’ll have to settle for hospital coffee this morning,” she said with a grin, while sipping her own coffee.
“Morning, Sis,” Sarah replied, and took a sip from her own cup.
I was hoping for a quiet morning, but I wasn’t going to be so lucky.
Sniffing exaggeratedly, Kathy said, “It smells like—” before being cut off by Sarah.
“Like a brothel?” Sarah finished for Kathy, giving her an unabashed grin.
Laughing, Kathy came back. “And you are a lovely slut, Sis.”
“Kathy, the things you say,” I admonished. I really didn’t feel comfortable with their name calling, and was still feeling self-conscious.
Hearing the seriousness in my tone, Sarah was quick to gauge my unease. Shushing me, she said, “Ease up, Mitch. We’ve called each other worse for many years. You weren’t around to hear them. I’m her sluttish sister, and she’s my bitchy sister. Sometimes we change roles and names.”
Kathy was quiet, until she caught my eye, and said, “I’m sorry, Mitch. I didn’t know you felt that way. I’ll try not to do it.”
“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” Sarah replied. “He just needs time to get used to it.” Turning to me, she asked, “Don’t you?”
Seeing she was serious, I said, “I guess.”
Softening her eyes, she leaned and kissed me. “Thank you, stud,” she said, with a teasing tone, making me grin.
If that’s the way they wanted, I wasn’t going to begrudge them their fun. Kathy didn’t look convinced, so I said, “It’s all right, Kathy. You’re sisters, so who am I to tell you what to do. I’m just not used to having company, especially my sister, when I’m in bed... you know what I mean.”
“I’m not your mother, Mitch. I’m your sister. I’m happy to see both of you so happy. It’s been too long,” she said, softly. “I also missed on sister’s privileges. I need to catch up.”
Then, her eyes caught the hickey on my shoulder, and she turned her attention back to Sarah; her eyes searching for her hickey, but there weren’t any hickeys to be found. Smiling at Sarah, she said, “So, it was that hot,” her gaze lingering on Sarah.
Slightly coloring, Sarah said, “Ummm... I didn’t give him the hickey.”
Kathy’s eyes widened at that revelation, but she managed to compose herself. Taking a sip from her coffee, she stood up, and said, “I got to run.” When she was by the door, she stopped and took a parting shot over her shoulder. “Sis, if you want some cream for your coffee, you know where it is.”
“Yes, I know, you jealous bitch. And, I don’t have to settle for cold milk,” she returned her quip.
Letting out a tingling laughter, Kathy left the room.
“It’s a wonder you don’t kill each other,” I retorted.
“You really think we would kill each other?”
“I don’t know. The way you go at each other...” I replied with a grin.
“But, that’s the fun. This is nothing. Sometimes we don’t pull any punches at all, but that only happens on rare occasions.”
“What about Mark?” I asked.
Laughing, she said, “Oh, Kathy trained him well. He was like you at the beginning, but over time he got used to it. Plus he benefits from it.”
I laughed at her remark about benefiting.
“What? Don’t tell me, you didn’t benefit from it.”
“Yes, I did. But over the phone is something different than face to face,” I replied.
“You’ll get used to it,” Sarah replied pointedly, making me wonder.
“You didn’t walk in on Kathy and...”
“I did. A few times. But it wasn’t really walking in on them. It was more like what Kathy did this morning,” Sarah replied, totally unconcerned, and I was surprised with her nonchalant attitude. But, it was entirely different if Sarah had walked in on Kathy and Mark. She wasn’t Mark’s sister.
“So, does that mean you want some cream in your coffee?” I asked.
“If you want to? I would like some night-cream tonight. It’s good for the skin,” she retorted.
“I better save my energy.”
“Tonight, stud. You might just kill me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, promising forbidden delights.
I would be lying if I said we had a quick shower, because I couldn’t keep my hands off of her body. In the end, I pushed her against the wall and ate her to an orgasm. Needless to say, she didn’t have objections, but she objected to not being allowed to return the favor. After that we dressed and drove to the hospital.
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