So for at least a short while, the die was cast. I shared Julie's bed with her since mine resembled a broken-down nag, and as a consequence, we shared regular intimate moments. Correction...make that hours.
During the day I continued to help around the house and finish the neglected labors that supposedly were the reason I was here in the first place. Julie had a honeydew list of things that my dad never seemed to get to, and I was happy to help out, especially since my rewards occurred nearly every night in bed. I discovered a passion in my stepmother that I never would have guessed possible. As sweet as she was during the day, at night she turned into a wild, sex-loving temptress.
Neither my stepmother nor I pretended to feel remorse or guilt for the way our relationship was moving, but at the same time, we both knew that it would all change when my father returned home. But during that time we also set aside any mind games typical of couples getting to know one another intimately.
So, at long last, I just opened up.
"I'm sleeping with your sister." I just came out with it as we were lying in bed, recovering from another bout of teenage sex. "I know this is not the best time to tell you this, but you'll find out sooner or later. And, I love Jenn. Our time together has been the best months of my life. But then, so has this. It's complicated, but you need to know the truth."
"Sammy, how stupid do you think I am? I've known about that since before you returned home. Jenn and I have no secrets. And she knows you and I are sleeping together as well."
Oh shit, I thought. 'Kiss Jenn goodbye.'
"Don't worry. She understands what is going on with me. Despite our age difference, we are super close. I practically raised Jenn for many years and while she is my sister, I'm almost like a mother to her...or even a twin. We share everything! Even you, as it turns out."
"Jenn is ok with us sleeping together?" I was incredulous.
"Maybe 'OK' isn't the right word, but she understands. I told her that I couldn't stop myself after I had been ignored for so long by your father. I did ask permission first--once I told her my situation. She said ok, but made me swear not to hurt you. She wants you back the same way you left. No broken pieces. I promised that no matter what, you would still be as good as ever."
"You have no idea how happy that makes me. I've been so worried about where all this was going. And don't get me wrong...you've been fantastic in every way imaginable. If I weren't in love with Jenn, it would be you."
"Oh, come on! Who are you trying to kid? We both know I'm too old for you. And even though Jenn is older than you, it doesn't seem like it. You are a very mature twenty-two and she is young for her age. On the other hand, I'm old enough to be your mother...and...I am your mother. But I'm happy to hear that you genuinely love Jenn."
"I've already told you--I don't care about the math. You are gorgeous and sexy and I prefer older women, especially when they are as beautiful as you. Women my age are so immature. I've always had the hots for you. Remember those panties?"
Julie laughed at the memory of offering her panties to me so I could jack off in them after she found a pair in my bedroom soaked with my cum. "Well, now I rarely get to wear them myself...you're always removing them. I might as well be naked most of the time. But at the same time, you've made me realize how horny I am at heart."
"Julie, I've appreciated you not just as a friend...and lover, but also as a wonderful human being. You are kind and thoughtful. Our intimacy has only helped me to see you for who you are. I feel we have bonded in ways we could never have otherwise. In a way, I'll be sorry for my dad to return. I know that sounds terrible, but I want only the best for you."
"Oh, Sammy, that's so sweet. You know I love you, but more as a lover and not as someone I'd want to marry. Our relationship is perfect, especially since you helped get me through all the guilt I was feeling. I'm not sure what will happen when your father returns, but I'll try to make it work. I may require occasional servicing from you, though." Julie fondled my penis through the sheets. "I may have to visit you from time to time just to make sure this guy still works." She leaned over and kissed me before placing my hand on her breast. "I know you won't miss these so much since you'll have Jenn's to play with, but any time you want to try on some different ones, just ask. They're yours for the asking."
We snuggled in each other's arms and engaged in foreplay for some time before both conceding we were tired and decided to turn out the lights. Julie fell asleep before me, and as I watched her breathing gently, I thought how lucky I was. I wasn't quite twenty-three years old and life was good. I was sleeping with two gorgeous women and they were fine with the setup. I dozed off and dreamt that I was in my sixties, retired, with Jenn and Julie sleeping with me in one bed. Neither of them had aged, but I had. I was balding and starting to stoop. In my fantasy, though, they were still able to get a rise out of me.
I was rudely awakened in the middle of the night by the phone ringing. Calls at that hour were never good, but I never answered the phone either. On the third ring, I heard Julie answer.
"Hello. Yes, this is she."
I could just make out her form, now sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over, feeling for her slippers with her feet.
"Yes, who is this again?" A pause. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that? Yes, that is my husband. Has something happened? Oh my God. That can't be. He's just in Seattle on business. Are you sure you have the right person? What? Wait...when did this happen?"
The one-sided conversation went on like this for several minutes, and I was able to decipher that something had happened to my father. Julie was shaking and starting to cry. Finally, she thanked the person calling and hung up. She just sat there while I waited for the news.
"That was a doctor at Virginia Mason Hospital in Seattle. Your father had a massive heart attack tonight. They were unable to save him. He was dead by the time they got him to the hospital. I'm so sorry, Sammy."
"Oh, my God! How can that be? He was fine when he left for Seattle." I turned the light on. Julie's face was one of complete shock.
"The doctor said he had come to Seattle to see a heart specialist. They had run tests and determined he had a bad heart. He was in the process of getting on the waiting list for a heart transplant and was on blood thinners and other meds, but he suffered a massive heart attack during an after-dinner late-night walk. He never mentioned any of this to me. That's probably why he had been lacking energy lately. I had no idea he had any serious health problems."
"That makes two of us. He never said a word to me! He did have an uncle who died young from heart problems, but as far as I know, his parents had no serious issues with their hearts. This is terrible!"
Naturally, we were up the rest of the night. We called relatives and loved ones. We drank coffee and hugged one another. I don't smoke but I wanted a cigarette dearly. Julie was like a zombie, trying to maintain but breaking out into crying fits periodically. The bags under her eyes only highlighted the fact that her eyes were bloodshot. When dawn finally arrived, we both collapsed and slept for a couple of hours in each other's arms.
Jenn was one of the first to hear from us. I told her that I would need to stay a while longer and she assured me that things were fine for her and to not worry about getting back any time soon. I helped Julie with the arrangements for the funeral once the body had been returned and other items were taken care of. We buried Dad two weeks after his death on a sunny, blustery day in July. The burial was followed by an old-fashioned wake at the house with a couple of dozen guests who proceeded to tell stories about Dad and get drunk well into the evening.
Jenn was with us at the house, of course. She had been a great help with the arrangements, first from Phoenix and then after she arrived. When we bade goodbye to the last guest, we unceremoniously cleaned up the house and loaded up the garbage so we wouldn't have to face it in the morning. By the time we were ready to go to bed, it was well past midnight.
Jenn had just arrived that morning, so we hadn't formally worked out the sleeping arrangements yet. My old bed was still broken. Julie and I had been in no hurry to get it fixed and then we forgot about it with all the funeral preparations. A second guest bedroom had been converted to an office and only had a couch. I offered to sleep either there or in the den, but Julie insisted we could do better.
"What the hell. Let's all sleep in my bed. It's plenty big enough and it's not like we don't know one another."
We were too exhausted to argue, so without fanfare, we all three trudged to the master bedroom and prepared to go to bed. I had gotten in the habit of sleeping nude with Julie but figured that would not be a good idea, given the circumstances, so I dug up an old pair of PJs from my college days with stripes on the top like a referee's jersey. I paraded in front of my concubines as would a fashion model.
Both Julie and Jenn were already likewise conservatively dressed for our slumber party. Each wore cotton pajamas. Jenn's were adorned with pictures of Mickey Mouse and Julie's portrayed cute kittens.
"Feels like a junior high sleepover," I joked. But none of us felt too jolly, to begin with...just dog tired. "How do you want to arrange us?"
"I get my side on the right. You two can fight over the middle."
"No problem. I'll take the middle. That way I'll be surrounded by beautiful women. And, I'll have the added bonus of being a referee if you two get in a late-night wrestling match. All I need is a whistle."
We piled In bed, me in the middle and Julie and Jenn on either side. For several minutes we just lay there, quiet, afraid to speak it seemed.
"Oh, what the hell. Hug me, you two." I held my arms out wide and motioned them to get closer. Giggling like two teenagers, both women curled up beside me and kissed me on my cheeks. It was a lighthearted moment after an emotional roller-coaster kind of day.
"I don't know what I would do without you two," Julie admitted. Despite the circumstances, this truly feels like family."
"No need for any other way, but for now, I'm too pooped to take advantage of you two young ladies in your cute pajamas. Good night and sleep tight." And within minutes we were all sawing logs.
When I awoke, both ladies were gone. I staggered into the kitchen to the smell of fresh coffee and frying bacon. They each still wore their PJs, although in the fresh light of day and with a bit of a hangover, I did notice they filled them out nicely. Two buxom hotties cooking in pajamas could have been a Playboy spread: "Girls of the Midwest." Julie was prepping a pan for eggs.
I poured myself a coffee and checked out the proceedings. "I'll have mine over easy. And that goes for a couple of eggs as well."
"Dream on, Sunny Boy. Neither of us is easy unless you got something worthwhile hiding in them PJs you're wearing. You get them stripes in prison or you 'sposed to be a zebra. I hear zebras are hung well." Jenn only needed a pair of pigtails to be the perfect farmer's daughter talking to the traveling salesman.
"Judging by the bulge there, I'd say that boy's packing heat," Julie threw in.
"Ok. I give up. Two against one here. But I'm so hungry I could eat both of you--if you catch my drift."
Jenn snorted in disbelief. "We'll see about that. Save that appetite for later."
The day was starting better than any in recent memory. We enjoyed a hearty breakfast and finished some cleanup chores missed from the previous night and stayed busy most of the day. "Idle hands" were not an issue. By mid-afternoon, we were all three ready for a cocktail and some downtime.
I changed and headed to the pool, drink in hand. I set my beer down and cleansed both body and mind with a dive in the refreshing water. It had been a tough two weeks since Dad's sudden death. Julie's grief was only deepened by the thought that she had too quickly dismissed his reluctance to have sex or do anything physical-undoubtedly due to his heart condition as it turned out.
"It's like I was trying to kill him," she explained. "But, seriously, I had no idea. He kept it completely hidden from all of us."
I did my best to console her. During that time sex between us was off-limits, except for some light petting at night. Mostly, I just tried to reassure her that she was blameless. We both did some serious soul-searching.
The funeral added some finality to the events, and I hoped things could return to normal. Julie was well taken care of with the estate, and I even received considerable compensation just for being a son. But now we were turning a new page. I didn't think Julie should stay in the house she inherited from Dad. It wasn't a bad place, just fairly old, but now it was filled with sad memories. A fresh start would help, I reasoned.
Julie and Jenn eventually made it to the pool to join me. Julie's two-piece was a bit more conservative than her younger sister's. Jenn's top barely held her massive boobs and her nipples tried to escape over the top. It was precariously held in place by a tiny string that was tied in a bow at the back of her neck. Not that it made much difference--once wet, the top was essentially a see-through. Her vagina was covered by a patch of semi-transparent nylon with a narrow string tied around her waist. A patch of pubic hair was barely hidden under her thong. Julie's was revealing, but not quite so daring. At least the material wasn't transparent.
They brought out a cooler with ice, more beers, and a couple of bottles of wine with them. And after polishing off a glass of wine each, they eased into the pool.
"This feels wonderful...so refreshing," Julie gushed. She and Jenn were both in the water boobs deep, their breasts bobbing with the waves. Jenn's large bumpy areolae became instantly visible. I had forgotten how large they were, even compared to her older sister's. Her large nubs capping her boobs jutted through the thin nylon enticingly.
They giggled and splashed water on each other like kids, and Julie playfully grabbed Jenn's breasts and hefted them.
"Check out these babies, Sammy. Wouldn't you like to try to fit them in your mouth?"
Whenever either one broke into a Southern drawl, the other would follow suit. "Yours ain't so tiny, Sis. Definitely more than a mouthful." Jenn likewise reached over and squeezed Julie's tits. They hugged each other and then kissed, full on the mouth. It kind of shocked me at first. At first, it was a playful smooch, but it was followed by a second kiss which was more than a sisterly peck.
"How much wine have you guys had? Looks like the party started without me."
"What? Just because we show a little affection. I love my little sis, Sammy. Although she's not so little anymore...at least her tits aren't. These monsters are solid, too. Come over here and get a cheap feel."
Never one to miss an opportunity, I waded over and joined them as they stood tit to tit embracing each other, a picture of sisterly love. I put my arms around both of them, and they giggled and kissed each other, open-mouthed and French kissing before breaking and kissing me on my cheeks.
"You're just jealous, Sammy. Julie and I have always been close, and when we were younger we used to practice kissing with one another. Preparing for dates. I know you realize this by now, but Julie is a really good kisser and she loved to help me practice. She taught me to French kiss. She'd even feel me up to make it real. I get wet just thinking about it. If I didn't know better, I'd say we got a little lesbian blood in us. Go ahead, give her a big smacker and try her for yourself, not that you haven't already tasted some forbidden fruit as I understand it!"
I bent down and kissed my stepmom and she responded by kissing me sensuously back. She freed her arm and placed her hand behind my head as she pressed her lips into mine.
"If you're going to kiss, you might as well do it right," she said.
"Ok, now my turn." Jenn reached around...