He had no plans other than to get the fuck out of that house.

----

After he moved his stuff into his old bedroom he showered and headed out. He stopped into a couple of his old hangouts but didn’t find anyone he knew. So he bought a six pack and drove out to the cabin where he and Maud/Marisa had had their tryst. It was vacant so he parked his car and sat outside on the deck for a couple hours staring at the lake and drinking beer. It was late when he drove home.

The next day Rod kept himself busy part of the day getting situated in his room while his father and Marisa sat around the pool in the backyard. He’d sneak peeks out the window every now and then and admire how fine she looked in her black bikini. As tan as he remembered her, and just as sleek. He couldn’t help visualizing her completely tan naked body, in bed atop him, and under him, his dick inside her, and his tongue in her mouth and her cunt and her ass. He became half-hard with the thought of it.

They went out for an early dinner to a popular seafood restaurant. Rod and his father ate big combo platters and Marisa nibbled on a crab salad. They made idle chatter for an hour as they dined and although the vibe was a little tense they gradually became more relaxed. Rod made sure to compliment Marisa a couple times. He told her how nice she looked in her red dress, and he wasn’t lying either. It was low-cut and was held up only by what looked like two strands of red dental floss looping over her shoulders. It showed just a hint of cleavage and two braless nipples etched into the thin fabric. Rod tried not to get caught looking but didn’t think he was too successful.

The next day was Monday and Dad was off on business. All Rod had planned was to go down to the manufacturing plant and take care of all the paperwork for his summer job. He would be working the day shift from 7 a.m. till 3:30 p.m. each day. On the way out in the morning Marisa stopped him and asked if they could talk for a minute.

“Thank you for keeping our secret,” she said. “It makes things a lot easier that way.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to burst Dad’s bubble.”

“Well, I appreciate it.”

“So your name isn’t really Maud?”

“No, it’s Marisa. Sometimes I go by Maud.”

“When you don’t want somebody to find you. Or bother you.”

“Yes, sort of. But your father told me your name was Rich, not Rod.”

“Rod is a nickname. R-O-D are my initials: Richard Orwell Davis.”

“Oh, I see. Look Rod, I’m sorry. But I have a prominent job in the school system. It would not be very good if a rumor got started that I picked up a college boy for anal sex.”

There was an awkward silence as they stood there looking at each other for a long moment.

“I thought about you a lot after that,” he said. “I went to the cabin looking for you even though I knew you wouldn’t be there. I wanted to relive that night. Do it all again. And you know what else? You turned me into a backdoor man.”

“I knew you were a natural,” she said softly, with a touch of a smile. Rod saw dewiness in her eyes. He took her hands in his.

“But since I can’t be your backdoor man, I guess I’m just going to have to settle for having the hottest stepmom around.” He squeezed her hands and kissed her on the cheek.

“I gotta go,” he said, and headed out the door.

----

Rod started his job the next morning. He would work till three-thirty and was home before four. And usually he would head right out back to the pool for a quick swim to refresh. Marisa was on her summer vacation so only worked occasionally when she had meetings or conferences scheduled. She was a sun worshipper so on some days she’d be in a bikini, lying in a lounge chair beside the pool when he got home. He’d say hi, dive in and swim a few laps, then go into the house and up to his room. He’d often watch Marisa from the window as he dressed.

Over the first several weeks Rod and Marisa were like ships passing in the night. On weekends he’d go his way and his father and Marisa would go theirs. But the weekdays, Monday through Thursday at least, they shared the space and gradually relaxed and became more comfortable living under the same roof. They shared meals and jokes and innuendos, maybe even flirted a little. And they stole glances at each other.

Then one hot, sunny Thursday there was an equipment breakdown at work. The bosses sent Rod and all of the summer workers home a couple hours early so the maintenance crew could make repairs. Rod got home early and went up to his room to change into his swim trunks. Like any other day he peeked down at the pool. There she was, like most days, lying in the lounge, shades over her eyes, listening to NPR on the radio, her lean body basking in the bright sun, her black hair wet and plastered to her head. But this time she was topless.

Rod licked his lips as he took in the delicious sight. She really is a sexy bitch, he told himself. He watched her for several minutes and found it was hard to pull his eyes away. He took some zoomed photos of her with his smart phone for future reference. Wearing only his swim trunks he quietly made his way down to the French doors that opened onto the pool area.

He opened the doors and slipped outside. She hadn’t seen him, her eyes must have been closed. She hadn’t heard him either, she was listening to the radio. He sauntered over and when he was a few feet away he made a loud coughing noise. Marisa’s body started and she scrambled to find her bra on the table next to her.

“Oh my God, do you always lounge around here topless? What’s this world coming to?” Rod said with faux annoyance, then laughed.

Marisa located her top and placed it loosely around her breasts and glared at him, her eyes wide with shocked embarrassment. Rod took the lounge chair next to her and sat facing her.

“You’re home early,” Marisa said.

“Well?”

“Well what?” she asked, her hands clutched on the bikini top covering her tits.

“Do you always lay out here topless?”

“Well, not always,” she said, relaxing. Her face broke into a smile. “Sometimes I go bottomless too!”

“Hmmm,” Rod said. “I’d like to check that out sometime.”

“I don’t think it’s anything you haven’t already seen before, is it?”

Rod reached over and grabbed onto her bikini top. He tried to pull it away but Marisa held it tight.

“Come on, Marisa, let go. Make my day.”

They both smiled flirtatiously. Rod imagined the twinkle in her eyes behind her Ray-Bans. She loosened her grip on the flimsy garment. He pulled it away and tossed it onto the seat cushion beside her.

“There,” he said. “That’s better.”

“How long did you stare at me before you came outside and said something?”

“Long enough. I stare at you all the time. You look good, Marisa.”

“Thank you.”

“You wearing your butt plug right now?

“Don’t be naughty, now.”

“I still have the one you gave me. I stick it up there sometimes, whenever I think of you.”

Marisa looked down and pretended to move something imaginary from her sweaty stomach.

“Do you need help with anything?” he asked. “Spreading suntan lotion on any hard-to-reach spots? Like your erogenous zones, or your private parts?”

She stared at him a moment, her eyes a mystery behind her dark shades. Then she collected her towel and bikini top and stood up.

“It’s getting kind of hot out here,” she said. “I think I’ll go inside.” She started walking to the house.

“If you’re hot, why not go for a swim?” he called after her.

He watched her swiveled ass and bare back as she walked away. She opened the French doors to the master bedroom and disappeared inside. The door was left halfway open behind her.

Rod looked at the lounge where Marisa had just lain, and he could see its impression left in the cushion. There was a paperback book and a tall glass, half-filled with tea and melting ice on the table. He looked back over at the open door to her—and his father’s—bedroom. He stood up, wondering if he should or shouldn’t. His tickled cock told him he should.

He walked over to the door and slipped inside. Even with the door open it seemed dark inside the bedroom after the bright sunlight outside. His eyes were adjusting when she spoke.

“What took you so long?” she said.

She was standing by the bed, naked except for her skimpy, damp bikini bottom plastered over her horny cameltoe. God, she’s hot, he thought. He walked to her and wrapped his open arms around her and her hands immediately delved inside the back of his trunks to fondle his firm ass. Their open lips met and their tongues collided in a tenacious mouthfuck. Rod felt his stiffening rod being pushed down by the fabric of his shorts as Marisa pushed them floorward.

“I knew this would happen,” Marisa said, in between tongue sucks. “I didn’t know how or when, but I knew…”

“Me too,” he said.

With a quick rush Rod felt his trunks suddenly fall around his ankles and his erected dick was flopping up and down from the force of it. He knelt down in front of her, his nose an inch from Marisa’s clammy crotch. He yanked the thin fabric of her bikini bottom aside, spread her lush lips and buried his mouth into her, licking, lapping, sucking, eating, and she ran her fingers through his hair and over his scalp. She screamed with delight and leaned into him, screwing his face.

Rod’s hands snuck up under her bottom and he wedged her cheeks apart, his fingers searching for her tunnel of love. Her asshole instantly dilated at his touch, so Rod filled the void by ramming two of his pussy-dripped fingers into her.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” she belted out, digging the digging.

Rod kept mashing his face into her pussy, getting off on her groans, and he sucked her turgid clit and continued to grind his fingers into her asshole, prepping it for the main act. He felt the force of her crotch compressed against his face.

“Oh, God,” she squealed.

He turned her torso and drove her onto the bed with his face. Her twisted oyster tasted fine and was mushy in his mouth, but his dick was hard and cocked and ready to take aim on her wet, open twat.

“God, I’ve waited for this. I’ve got to fuck you,” he said as he mounted her. “Then your ass is mine.”

She fed his cock into her all the way and squeezed it with every cunt muscle she had. Rod groaned as he started pumping her and his distended dick felt the encouragement from her collapsing walls.

Her ass was barely on the bed and her legs flailed in air as he drilled her. They both breathed and hissed heavily as they fucked. Rod wanted to release his stony burden and unload his cum into her so he could move on, relieved, to her ass. And take his time. Marisa understood.

They screwed hard. He punched, she scrunched. He fucked, she bucked. She dug her fingernails into his back. He dug his fingers into her ass. It was looser than he liked, despite her carnal clenching, but he kept grinding away, thinking about her snug asshole. When he finally came it was an eruption, and their bodies were a savage dyad that shook as one, and he was as entered into her as he could be, cock in cunt, fingers in ass and tongue in mouth. When he was done he pulled out and turned her over on her belly as he pushed her onto the center of the bed.

“Wait!” Marisa reached over to the nightstand and opened the shallow drawer. She took out a small rubbery tube and handed it to him. “Here,” she said.

“Thanks, we’ll get to that,” Rod said. Then he pulled aside the narrow strip of her bikini bottom and buried his tongue into her ass.

She bugled like an elk. He decided he would tongue her till she came, then he’d fuck her ass. It took about fifteen minutes of his licking and rimming and tongue-fucking her butthole, her moaning throughout, until she had an orgasm. She had been stroking her clit like she was churning butter the entire time and when she came it was like a breached watershed.

“Fucking Christ!” she bellowed.

Her warm wet rush ran deep and puddled on the bedspread. It would have to be cleaned, Rod thought, before the old man got home. Then he rose up onto his knees behind her, between her legs, and picked up the tube. He squeezed a liberal amount into his hands and rubbed his palms up and down over the shaft of his sturdy cock and then jabbed his fingers in and out of Marisa’s asshole. Then he pointed his pole at her hole.

Marisa felt the tip of his cock kissing her ass and opened it wide for him. Rod didn’t hesitate and pushed his reloaded missile into her, the smooth cushioned friction arousing and encouraging him further, and he found his rhythm, and fucked her, and she squinched her ass around him, and with every pulse she hissed with bated breath.

He pounded her for several minutes and soon felt his cum coming. He groaned like a leaky baritone sax and Marisa recognized it for what it was.

“Keep it up!” she blurted. “Keep going.”

Rod ejaculated deep into her and his semen tickled the head of his dick, but he kept pounding away nonetheless. After a couple more minutes his dick was spent. But he kept drilling hoping to reach pay dirt.

He finally did. Her body trembled and her asshole loosened around his drained member. She came again, and Rod pulled out and watched his cum roll out of her asshole as her body vibrated on the mattress. Then he traced his tongue along the crack of her ass and upwards over her sweaty back to her neck and sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

“God, we can fuck,” Rod whispered into her ear. He rolled her over onto her back and jammed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her, roughly at first, but it soon morphed into a long, loving tongue tangle. When the kiss finally ended their faces broke into wide smiles.

Rod dragged his depleted body up and off of her and stood.

“God, what a fuck!” he said, and walked naked out of the room, his drippy cock swinging between his thighs, and upstairs to take a shower.

Marisa stared at his ass until he was out of sight.

----

That’s how their summer affair started. There would be no more sly flirting or coy smiles or sexy innuendo. It was now understood. When Dad was away, they would play. And the more they played the more brazen they became.

Three or four times a week they would find themselves naked together and would tear each other up. Before long it got to the point where Rod would get home from work and Marisa would be sunbathing nude out by the pool, and he’d walk out there naked, take a dip in the pool and then lie in the lounge beside her. They would talk innocently at first but it would soon migrate to something sexy or suggestive and one thing would lead to another. Rod’s dick would start to get aroused and soon Marisa would have her hand wrapped around it, stroking him, and soon it would be in her mouth. The first few times when things heated up they would take it into the bedroom, but before long it was not uncommon for them just to get into it right then and there. Sometimes Rod would eat her pussy right on the lounge chair or assfuck her right out under the hot sun. Often they’d jump into the pool to cool down but more often than not that would just lead to more shenanigans.

They started sleeping together many nights, sometimes in her bed, sometimes in his. One night in her bed, Marisa was sucking his cock with her index finger lodged in his ass when her cell phone rang.

She unlatched her lips and detached her finger and said, “It’s your father, I better get this.”

She talked on the phone to his father for several minutes while she stroked his cock. It was the normal goodnight phone call for the most part, except for when Rod stifled a groan and ejaculated all over both of them.

“Do you feel guilty?” Rod asked, after she ended the call. “About what we do?”

“Yes and no,” she said. “Yes, when I’m alone and I think about him. No, when I think about you. Does that make sense?”

“Yep,” he said. “That’s kind of how I feel.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Marisa said.

“Of course,” Rod said.

“You give me something I can’t get from your father.”

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, what I mean is, your father is kind of old-fashioned. Sexually, that is. He won’t…can’t…give me what I need. But you do.” She leaned close and said, “Emphasis on the ‘butt’.”

“Oh, you mean he doesn’t like anal?”

“Let’s just say he’s not as enthusiastic about it as you are.”

Marisa pulled the lubricant out of the drawer and handed it to him. Rod smiled and kissed her lips.

He rolled her over on her belly. He licked her crack, rimmed her, lubed her and then fucked her up the ass.

----

It was late in the summer when things changed in a big way. It was one of the last days before Marisa had to start back to work full time and just a couple days before Rod would be heading back to school.

It was a partly-cloudy, late Tuesday afternoon and Layla went over to her father’s house to get some of her things that were stored in the basement. He knew Marisa and Rod had to be around somewhere because she saw their cars were parked outside, but she wasn’t quite ready for what she saw when she looked out the kitchen window at what was going on out by the pool.

Layla’s jaw dropped open at the sight. There were her brother and Marisa, lounging side by side, both completely naked. They were talking and yukking it up, obviously very comfortable together. She hid behind the curtain and watched, unable to pull her eyes away. Rod’s dick had been flaccid but began to grow in front of her eyes.

Marisa sat up and leaned over to Rod and kissed him. Layla watched his hand move to her breast as they kissed, and she started stroking his cock, which grew rapidly in her grasp. Two things struck Layla as she watched the scene unfold: First, her bother had a very impressive cock. And second, Marisa was a very impressive cocksucker.

She watched Marisa’s slim, agile body bend at the waist as she lowered her head and slowly took Rod’s enlarged cock into her mouth, and all of it disappeared like a snake slithering into a pit. Instantly her head was moving up and down and soon his groin was moving in smooth sync, and it was obvious to Layla that they were well-practiced.

Layla watched, mesmerized, and within a couple of minutes she heard her brother groan and go into body spasms and Marisa’s head absorbed his tremors as he came. At about the same time Rod was pouring his seed into the back of Marisa’s throat, rain started pouring from the clouds above.

Rod’s long, hard cock reemerged from Marisa’s mouth and Layla watched her kiss the tip of it, then put her mouth on his for what Layla assumed had to be a wet, spermy, kiss. She then saw Marisa rise and take his hand and lead his naked body with its flopping cock into the master bedroom.

Layla quietly shuffled down the hall to the open bedroom door. It was hard to see much around the door jamb, and she didn’t want to risk being spotted. But she could hear just fine.

“Every time you suck me I feel like I gotta piss,” her brother said.

“You complaining?” asked Marisa.

“Not at all, but I gotta go.”

“Well, hurry up, you have work to do. Leave the door open, I want to watch.”

Layla caught a glimpse of her naked brother walking into the master bath, his semi-hard cock leading the way. She listened as his strong stream of piss splashed into the toilet bowl, hard at first, then lessening, then trickling. The toilet flushed and the water ran for a moment. The bed squeaked when Rod climbed aboard.

“Here, you might need this,” she said.

“You bet I will,” he said.

Layla didn’t hear much at first and was afraid to peek. Then it started. First there was heavy breathing, then sighs, which turned into whimpers, then loud slurping and smacking of lips on flesh.

“Ooh, that’s good, Baby, you know how I like it,” Marisa hissed breathlessly. Rod’s response was muffled. “I’m going to miss this when you go back to school.”

Layla knew she should leave but she couldn’t pull herself away. She listened as the whimpers grew in volume and intensity.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Marisa blurted.

Layla peeked around the door and she was like a deer in the headlights, her body frozen with gooseflesh at the sight before her. Marisa was on her belly with her knees folded under and her butt sticking up and Rod had his face buried in her asshole, and head and ass were moving together in a gentle, steady sway.

“Feel that?” Marisa said. Rod mumbled something undecipherable with a mouth full of ass.

“Are you hard again?”

Rod pulled back and said he was. He sat back on heels and picked something up off the bed.

“Give it to me. The whole, big, hard fucking thing.”

Rod fingered Marisa’s asshole and she moaned when he poked her deeply to lube her tube. Rod’s cock looked enormous in his hands as he slathered it with the shiny stuff. He mounted her from behind and Layla could tell by the movement of his ass and Marisa’s scream of pained pleasure that his cock was up her ass. Then he started fucking her.

Layla watched as her younger brother pounded Marisa’s asshole, the bed springs screeching louder with each powerful plunge. The air filled with a chorus of their grunts and groans and Marisa’s cursing and sexy, dirty talk.

“Love the way you fuck my ass, Honey,” she spit out. “I love your cock. In my mouth. In my cunt. Especially in my fucking ass.”

Her brother picked up his pace even more, his groin and her ass shaking and baking in heat, extracting even more salty talk from his lover.

“Shit, I’m going to lick your ass and mash my fucking pussy in your face, that’s it, oh God, I’m going to come, I’m coming fucking big…”

Marisa shrieked, Rod pounded away, and Marisa shrieked some more, and Layla watched their molded bodies shake like a mound of half-chilled Jell-O as Marisa released a spasmodic orgasm.

Her quakes had barely quieted when Rod groaned and Marisa knew what was coming.

“Wait!” she said sharply. “In my mouth.”

Marisa pulled away and Rod pulled out and scooted up to her head on his knees. Her face was blocked by Rod’s back but Layla could tell by her angle and their movements exactly what was happening.

Layla shook her head and backed away from the door. She figured there was probably more to come but she figured she’d best get while the getting was good. She retreated down the hall and out of the house and decided she would come back some other time to get her things. On her rainy drive home and the rest of the day and night all she could think about was her brother and Marisa, lying naked together outside, kissing, fondling, his big cock with her big mouth around it. And his tongue, on her ass, in her asshole, and his cock, enlarged again and covered with oil, fucking her sexy ass, and her coming, and then him pulling that big, oily cock out of her ass and putting it back into her mouth, and shooting his cum into her throat again.

She was shocked and appalled. But she was turned on by it too. She had to talk to her brother. He had some explaining to do.

----

“Hey, how’s it hanging, Lover Boy?” Layla said when Rod answered.

“What?” he said with a chuckle. “What are you talking about?”

“Your love life. Getting any action lately?”

“Huh?”

“Look Little Brother, you need to level with me. I came by Dad’s house yesterday afternoon to pick up some of my stuff and happened to glance out the window and saw quite a show out by the pool.”

“Oh no,” Rod said. A tingle went down his spine.

“Oh yes.”

“Oh God. What did you see?”

“I saw my brother lying naked and making out with Marisa and I saw your cock get hard and I saw Marisa give you a blowjob. Then it started raining and she dragged you like a puppy into the bedroom. God knows what happened in there!” Layla left it at that. She didn’t want him to think she was spying and wanted to see what he was going to say.

“Ah, geez, I can’t believe this. Please don’t tell anyone. I don’t want Dad to get hurt.”

“You must be kidding. You don’t want Dad to get hurt so you’re screwing his woman? How long has this been going on?”

“All summer,” he said. “Well…it’s kind of a long story.”

“I love a good story. Tell me.”

“Okay, here goes.” Rod took a deep breath. “You remember that party we went to last summer? The swinger party?”

“Of course.”

“Well, Marisa is the woman I went home with.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No. But she called herself Maud, not Marisa, kind of like a disguise because she didn’t want me to get attached. She picked me up. It was her choice, believe me. She decided she wanted a young guy and she saw me. She took me to a cabin that some friends of hers own so I couldn’t trace her. It was a one-nighter. I never saw her again until Dad introduced her to me.”

“That must have been interesting.”

“It was very awkward, but Dad didn’t really pick up on it.”

“Wow,” Layla said. “But how..? You mean you see her again and all of the sudden you’re fucking her?”

“No, it wasn’t like that. I was trying to get used to the idea of her just being our sexy stepmother. It took a while. But with us living under the same roof all summer, and Dad being away a lot, we just became closer, and…”

“And you decided to start fucking her.”

“Well, it was her decision too. We became closer, more comfortable around each other. We remembered that night we had, and…”

“And what?”

“I can’t believe I’m telling you all this stuff. But it kind of feels good to tell somebody.”

“But you’re both cheating on Dad.”

“I know, that’s why it’s good to let it out. But we don’t really feel… You see…”

“Rod, what the hell are you saying?”

“Okay, but this is confidential, right? You see, Marisa doesn’t get all of what she needs from Dad. Sexually.”

“Oh, please…”

“No, I’m serious. She’s really into the ass. She’s an anal freak, she loves everything about it, giving and receiving. And Dad’s, uh, not too enthusiastic about it.”

“And you were, and that’s why she picked you up at the party?”

“I am now. It all started that night. It’s a prerequisite now.”

“Oh, really?”

Layla thought about what she’d observed the day before watching and listening to Rod and Marisa in the bedroom, and how into it they both were. She wondered what she’d missed after she left.

----

They’d said their goodbyes. They knew they wouldn’t see each other for a while. Rod headed back to school and Layla, who had gotten her degree over the summer, was about to start a new job.

Rod thought about Marisa a lot at first, he even called her a couple times in unsuccessful attempts for phone sex, but she was busy back at work, and he fell back into college life, partying, studying and chasing tail. Occasionally he’d call on a weekend to check in and a couple of times his Dad put her on the phone, but despite some raunchy talk and humor on his end she had to play it pretty straight.

The time just sped along and before he knew it football season was winding down and the semester was entering its crucial final weeks. Rod made his plans to go home for Thanksgiving; then he would be quickly back to school for a few more weeks of class before final exams. Then there would be the Christmas break.

Rod anticipated that the Thanksgiving break would be awkward. He didn’t look forward to being near Marisa when his father was around. It could be too easy to slip up and give their secret away. He didn’t look forward to sitting down to dinner and seeing Marisa across the table, avoiding eye contact and trying to make small talk when what he really wanted was to tear her clothes off and go down on her.

But it was even more awkward than he thought it would be. He felt it almost immediately after he arrived Wednesday night. Dad was his normal self, but Marisa was standoffish and kept her distance and he didn’t get a chance to talk to her. Thanksgiving Day was even weirder. It was a small gathering—the three of them, plus Layla and an uncle and a couple cousins—and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, but Layla seemed rather distant also. And as he watched Layla and Marisa in the kitchen while preparing the meal, Rod noticed by their interaction that they had bonded in some way. He could tell by the way they talked to one another, and worked together, occasionally touching, and during dinner he detected several covert glimpses between them. The next day he casually asked Layla about it and she told him that they had both reached out and had gotten to know each other better over the last few months.

Rod headed back to school and dove into his last few weeks. He put Marisa out of his mind as best he could, trying to accept the fact that they had had a one-nighter and then a summer fling, and that was that. It was over. Who in their right mind could expect it to continue anyway, under the circumstances?

----

In the middle of December, one night when he was cramming for his next-to-last exam, Rod got a call from his father. They said their hellos and then his father got to the reason for the call.

“Look son, I wanted you to know, Christmas is going to be a little different this year.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that there will not be one. Not at my house anyway. I’m heading down to the Caribbean. I’m going to visit an old friend who owns a resort hotel on a remote island where no one can find me.”

“Dad, what’s going on?”

“You can stay at the house over Christmas break. In fact I’d appreciate it if you kept an eye on the place. Hopefully you can have a nice Christmas at your mother’s.”

“Dad, what happened?”

“It’s embarrassing is what it is. It’s Marisa. I kicked her ass out.”

“Kicked her out? Why?”

“Because she’s a cheating slut, that’s why. I caught her in bed with your sister. And they were going to town, let me tell you.”

“Layla? You gotta be kidding.”

“I wish I was. I had some meetings canceled last week and came home a day early. I heard a racket in my bedroom and there they were, both eating pussy like it was The Last Supper.”

“Oh my God. I didn’t even know they were into girls.”

“They’re into licking assholes, that would be my guess.”

“What?”

“Never mind. Anyway, sorry to dump this on you, but you had to know. I’m flying out tomorrow morning and will be gone a few weeks.”

“Gee, Dad, I’m sorry.”

“Thanks. And to think I was considering marrying the bitch. And I’m through with your goddamn sister too. I still can’t believe it!”

“Again, I’m so sorry, and I hope you have a safe trip. I hope it helps you…”

“It can’t hurt, that’s for sure. I’ll be in touch.”

----

A couple nights later Rod called Layla. He didn’t expect her to pick up but she did.

“Layla, Dad called me. He told me what happened.”

“Yeah, it’s been a little wild and crazy around here lately.”

“But you and Marisa? I noticed you two were kind of chummy at Thanksgiving, but…how did it get started? I didn’t even know you were bisexuals.”

“I didn’t know either. But after that swinger party we went to—I told Marisa I’d gone there with you—I got into some three-ways. I liked it with two men, and I liked it with two women. Then I would hang out with Marisa sometimes during the week when Dad was away. We liked each other, we talked about a lot of things, we were attracted, one thing led to another.”

After a moment of silence, Rod said, “Wow. I never thought you and I would ever share the same woman!”

“I know, it’s crazy, isn’t it? Maybe someday we’ll share the same man.”

“Huh?”

“Have you called Marisa?”

“No, I was going to do that next.”

“You should. I’m sure she’d like to hear from you.”

----

Marisa answered on the first ring.

“Hi Honey, how is my favorite college boy doing?”

“I’m fine, but how are you? I heard what happened.”

“I figured as much. Sordid news travels far and fast. But I’m okay.”

“I just spoke to Layla. I didn’t know you two were into girls.”

“If it feels right, go with it. Just like the night we met, remember?”

“Yeah, I can’t forget.”

“Anyway, it wasn’t planned, it just happened. And know what? She’s almost as good a fuck as you are. Just one thing missing.” She laughed and added, “How’s school coming along?”

“One more exam, the day after tomorrow. I’ll be home Saturday. Where are you staying?”

“With friends for a while. My townhouse is leased out so I’m winging it.”

After another pregnant pause, Rod asked, “Do you think I could see you?”

“Oh, I think that could be arranged. Call me this weekend after you get settled in.”

“I will,” he said. As they ended the call he noticed he was fondling himself through the denim of his jeans.

Marisa hung up and turned to Layla, who was lying beside her on the bed, naked but for an old white t-shirt.

“He’ll be home this weekend and it looks like the threesome we talked about could actually happen.”

“Really? Oh my,” Layla said. “When we talked about it I never really believed it would...”

“You saw me and him going at it. You said that turned you on.”

“Yeah, it did.”

“I’d like to see you and him going at it. That would turn me on.”

“Oh God, I don’t know. My brother. It’s kind of weird, you know?”

“You want to see him lick my ass again, don’t you? You want to see him fuck my ass with his tongue.”

“Yes.”

“You want to see his big cock in my ass?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Marisa leaned her face close to Layla’s. “Well, I want to see all that too,” she whispered. “But you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“Shit, you’re making me wet,” Layla said.

Marisa kissed her and as her tongue dove into Layla’s mouth her fingers dove into her soggy gash.

“My God, girl,” Marisa said. “You’re dripping!”

Layla smiled and kissed her deeply as she pushed her flat onto her back. She climbed on top, straddling her. She slid her eager loins up, gliding over pussy and stomach and breasts and neck and chin until her soaked bare pussy was kissing Marisa’s lips.