Bab 3418: 2
Of course not," Annie said. "I'm not going anywhere, I just feel like we're in limbo, waiting weeks for just our second time together, the first for Mom and Marissa."
I said, "Didn't we say that we were going to be okay, if it turned out we only got one night together?"
Annie said, "Hold on. Mom said that, not me. I don't want it to stop there. I want it all, okay? I might not get it, but I can say I want it and I want it now. I'm just being honest about how I feel about it."
"Saturday," Mom said. "We'll be at the house in Tahoe in two more days, where nobody has heard this rumor and the Tahoe police are certainly not watching us. Who knows, we might even get tired of Tyler's cock, after a solid week of it."
I said, "If you're planning to fuck me around the clock, my cock won't be so solid. It will be the one to get tired first, not you three ladies."
Marissa grinned and said, "We'll have to rely on each other's fingers and tongues, then, see if we can tire out three pussies, too. Then we can sleep, eat and repeat."
"Can I at least kiss you, Tyler?" Annie stepped closer to me and I took her in my arms, planting a kiss on her to show her as much of my love as I could. As we parted, she murmured, "Nobody can tell me this love is wrong."
As we stepped away from each other, Mom and Marissa were kissing the same way. They stopped and we switched partners. "I love you, Mom," I said, just before she had her tongue deep in my mouth, battling with mine. Mom seemed even hungrier for me than Annie was. Maybe Marissa had turned her on, I wasn't really that analytical about it. I knew I didn't want to stop kissing her, though, and my cock was stiff in my pants. Annie wasn't the only one who wanted it all.
Finally, Mom did pull away with a sigh. "Saturday," she muttered.
Marissa crossed the room from Annie to me, lightly kissed me on the lips, then said, "They got me revved up, Ty. Take me to bed."
Mom and Annie were in each other's arms as I walked Marissa out of the kitchen, through the living room and down the hallway to my bedroom.
Marissa was already out of her blouse before we reached my bedroom. I flipped open the clasp on her bra, before pulling my belt open. In moments, we were both naked. Marissa shoved me onto my bed. I landed on my back, as she climbed on her knees beside my hips. "Two weeks," she said, looking down at me and stroking one finger along the underside of my stiff cock. "Two weeks of writing and studying and no sex with any of you. It took me a few days to realize I had only given you part of a blowjob, never tasted your spunk. But my pussy is just as hungry for your cock as my mouth. Whatever should we do?"
I inched my hand up the inside of her thigh, nestling my finger against her labia, already wet. "Sounds like time for some 69, querida. If my tongue is a worthy substitute for my cock inside you, that is."
"Mmmmm. Sounds like an excellent first course," Marissa said, knee-walking towards my head, before pivoting to throw one leg over my head, winding up with each knee pressed against my shoulders, her pussy a foot over my head. As she leaned forward and put her hands on my pelvis, her knees slid back and apart, lowering her pussy to my waiting mouth.
I began licking her just as I felt her breasts press against my stomach, then her mouth captured the head of my cock. As her weight settled across my torso, she lifted her hands off of my hips, one stroking the lower half of my cock, the other jostling my nuts.
I thrust my tongue as far inside her pussy as it could reach, my own hands roaming over her buttocks, pulling her firmly onto my face. I thought I might taste blueberry again, but a small amount of stubble told me she hadn't shaved in a day or two. If I expected her to endure my five o'clock shadow occasionally, I could deal a little roughness against my lips.
I slurped her natural flavor as it mixed with my saliva, sweetened by some of the sauces on the food we'd had for dinner. As my tongue worked its way forward to her clit, I introduced a finger to her vagina, seeking her g-spot.
Her growl around my cock confirmed what my sense of touch told me, as I began rubbing against the rough spot inside her. I teased around her clitoral hood until she rotated her hips to grind her clit against my face. I responded by sucking her hood into my mouth, flicking my tongue across her clit rapidly, while pressing even harder against her g-spot.
"Fuck!" she shouted, just before her whole body began to shake in her first orgasm. Her hand tightened around my shaft. I worried that she would crush my testicles, too, but she let those go. "Dios, that was intense!" she breathed, before settling into sucking on my cock with even more fervor. Her grip around my cock was the only thing keeping me from blasting into her mouth.
I let her clit free from my mouth, whipping my tongue across it, while adding another finger inside her and driving them in and out, pressing against her rough patch on every stroke. I wanted to give her another orgasm before my own broke free.
The moment she started to shake once more, she pulled her hand off of my cock, while thrusting it to the back of her throat and sucking harder. I exploded, my hips involuntarily thrusting with every spasm. She took every burst, swallowing around me as I filled her mouth over and over.
Once her body stopped quaking, she released my cock from her mouth. She rolled to the side, onto her back beside me. Her hand gripped me again, lightly stroking, seeking to keep me erect. "Oh, fuck, Ty. You and Annie make me cum so hard just one on one. What am I going to do, when all three of you work me over at the same time?"
"Die a happy girl?" I quipped.
"I'm already a happy woman. I can't imagine being even happier," she said, sitting up to gaze at me, her hand never stopping its stroking, which was working. I was still hard. Letting go, she pulled her feet inward, rolling forward slightly to tuck them under her ass, winding up kneeling by my hips again, but to my left this time. She rocked to the side, then threw her knee over my body, straddling my stomach, my cock grazing her ass as she passed by it, then pressing into her cleft as she settled onto me.
Rising onto her knees slightly, Marissa backed up a few inches, reached between her legs to line me up and slid down the full length of my pole, slapping her ass against my thighs. "Round two," she muttered, before leaning forward to brace her hands against my chest. Intentionally, my nipples wound up between her thumbs and index fingers. She began squeezing them in rhythm to her strokes as she rocked back and forth.
I grabbed her firm ass and started to pull her down onto me as I thrust up into her. We were rocking the bed so hard my headboard started to thump against the wall behind me, but I didn't care. I hadn't fucked this woman in two weeks, but hadn't fucked my mother or sister but the one time three weeks before. I rolled all of that thwarted desire into this one fuck.
When Marissa slid her hands off of my chest and onto the mattress above my shoulders, it brought her breasts within reach of my mouth. I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, swirling it with my tongue. A couple minutes of that, combined with furious thrusting was enough to make Marissa cum, screaming, "Ty, fuck, fuck, Dios! Fuck me, hermano!" The Spanish word for "brother" surprised me but mixed with my thoughts about Mom and Annie so that I had the fleeting impulse that it was Annie screaming it to me, not Marissa. My orgasm surged through me in seconds, spurting up in into her as she continued shaking.
She slumped onto me, her head on my chest, nuzzling her nose into my neck. My cock was still deep inside her, but softening. "Hermano, huh?" I muttered when I realized it wasn't Annie who had said it. "I'm your brother, now? Being second cousins didn't cut it?"
She chuckled, which I felt all the way down to my nuts. "Well, a few days ago, Shelby told me to consider myself just as much her daughter as Annie is, if I wanted to call her Mom too. That would kinda make me your sister, wouldn't it? Semi-adopted, anyway? Besides, shouting out 'primo secundo', second cousin, doesn't have the same punch."
I thought to point out that if I married her, Annie would become her sister-in-law and Mom her mother-in-law in fact, but hesitated. Was it too soon to bring up the prospect of a proposal?
"Okay, hermana," I said instead. "If thinking of us as brother and sister helps turn you on, I'm hardly one to complain. At least you didn't call me 'Daddy'."
Marissa lifted her head to study my face. "You don't expect me to have a thing for my father, just because Annie did, do you? Just so we're clear, I love Papa but the idea of him as my lover, first or otherwise, never crossed my mind. When I overheard Annie talk about it in her sleep, it didn't disgust me, but it didn't make me want to pursue mine in the least."
I sighed as I realized I was being unfair to Marissa. "Sorry. I just keep expecting it to slip out of Annie's mouth one of these days. To the point that I've already forgiven her for it in my head. I imagine that it would already have happened, had we not put a hold on sex together. There's an insecure piece of me that thinks Annie sees me only as a substitute for Dad in bed. I was her second choice for taking her virginity, but now the relationship should be between her and me. It's not fair to her for me to wait for a slip, and certainly not fair to you to joke about you saying it."
Marissa flicked the tip of my nose with her index finger. "Why are guys afraid to talk things like this out? If you had asked Annie about this, she would have told you that she was already attracted to you, long before your dad died. If he had said no to taking her virginity instead of asking her to wait, you were next on her list. You didn't get added to her list because your Dad died, you were already on it. Whether she would have made you her next lover after him, we will never know, but I wouldn't rule it out. Having her first lover be Shelby before she could approach you is what surprised her."
I said, "I think my head knows all that, it's just that little nagging doubt that I don't measure up next to his ghost."
"Don't even try," Marissa said. "He's this idealized image in her head now, even more than when he was alive when she accepted his flaws. Now she can pretend he didn't have any. All you can do is be the best man you know how to be and let that be enough, for both of you."
I let out a deep sigh, before saying, "I miss him. I miss his advice. I wish I could ask him what we should do about dispelling these rumors. Of course, if he were still alive to ask, the whole situation wouldn't have happened."
Marissa lifted up a little, to make eye contact with me, causing my cock to finally plop out of her. "Let's not play 'what if' games, okay? If John Campbell were alive today, maybe the rumor is about him and Annie, instead. We could come up with a hundred alternate scenarios and none of them will help the one we're in. I think we've done the best we can, we just have to wait and see a while longer. School's out, Gary's admitted he made it up, apparently the cops aren't pursuing it. Hopefully, it fades away entirely by the time we get back from Tahoe."
"I hope so," I said. "I want all three of you in my life."
Marissa lay her head back down on my shoulder, saying, "So do I."
I must have drifted off, because I awoke to the sensation of a tongue slurping around my cock, already standing tall. I looked down to see Marissa's head bobbing up and down. "Riss? Did I fall asleep?"
"Uh-huh," she muttered. "Not long." She returned to licking along my cock for 15 seconds, before sucking it into her mouth. She drove her head up and down for about a minute, driving me crazy, before she lifted off and said, "Always wanted to wake a guy up this way. I should lay on top of you more often."
She resumed the blowjob before I could answer her, rendering me incapable of much thought. Relentlessly, she combined the sensations of her lips, tongue, the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat to drive my arousal higher and higher. She squeezed the root of my cock just before I shot off. She pulled her mouth off and said, "Not yet. That load goes in my pussy." She moved away from me, turning her ass towards me and waggling it. "Come fuck me, hermano!" she implored.
I was behind her in two seconds, sheathing myself in one quick thrust, my hands grabbing her hips. I had to pause there, to keep from cumming instantly. Slowly, I withdrew and pushed back in. I felt my orgasm retreat slightly, so let my speed increase. The next ten minutes, I rode the edge, keeping myself just short of cumming, while Marissa came twice between my cock stroking her insides and her fingers stroking her clit. Sweat streamed down my face, dripping onto her back, which glistened from her own perspiration.
When her hand reached back and fondled my nuts, I went over that edge, beginning to pulse my cum into her, for nearly a minute. I thrust harder and harder, tripping one more orgasm within Marissa, muttering 'te amo' everytime I shoved into her. We shuddered together, as I pulled us over onto our left sides. Wrapping her in my arms, I kept thrusting into her, extending her orgasm. This time, I kept my erection and fucked her hard and fast for three more minutes, before my cum spurted forth again just as she screamed, "Ty, Dios! Cumming again! Fuck me forever!"
I held her tight, as we breathed fast, seemingly as one being. "Not sure fucking you forever will do much for our GPAs," I joked. "Will you settle for every night?"
No answer. This time it was Marissa who had faded to sleep. I managed to pull my covers over us, and held her close as I let sleep wrap us together.
~~~~~
I awoke to the feeling of the mattress shifting and the absence of Marissa in my arms. I opened my eyes to see Mom sitting on the bed's edge, holding two coffee mugs. She took a sip from one, as she extended the other to me. I sat up, took the mug and said, "Thanks. Where's Riss?"
"Taking a shower," Mom said. "Annie's still asleep. I kinda wore her out last night. She dared me to make her cum twenty times. She passed out at 17."
I asked, "Was it all about Annie, or did you get to cum, too?"
Mom answered, "We had already gotten to five apiece before the dare even started, between 69 and scissoring against each other. But once she made the dare for another 15, I got out a couple of vibrators and went to town on her. Until she passed out. Then I used them on myself for a few more."
"I wish I could have watched," I said.
"Maybe you can do the same thing to her this week," Mom said. "While I give Marissa the same treatment."
"What treatment?" Marissa asked, walking into the room with one towel wrapped around her, another drying her hair, as she set another coffee mug on my nightstand after taking a sip, sitting beside me, facing Mom.
Marissa's eyes widened as Mom described Annie's night.
"I can't wait, Mom," Marissa said.
My eyes must have reacted to hearing Marissa call her that, because Mom asked, "Does it bother you, that I kinda adopted another daughter?"
I answered, "Not bothered, just adjusting to hearing her call you that. After all, if Marissa and I get married, she'd become your daughter-in-law and calling you 'Mom' wouldn't even be questioned by anyone. Is this a subtle way of nudging me in that direction?" Somehow, mentioning the possibility of marriage to Mom felt safer than bringing the subject up to Marissa had the night before.
Mom thought briefly before replying, "Not consciously, I don't think. It just felt weird having her call me Shelby. It felt like the right thing to do, since I'm beginning to love Marissa like I love Annie, as both family and lover, to let her have the same status as Annie. Even though we've done nothing more than kiss and play with each other's tits a little."
I looked over at the clock, which read 9 o'clock. "T-minus 30 hours," I said.
"Until we're at the Tahoe house?" Mom asked. I nodded.
Marissa said, "What should I pack, by the way? It's not winter there any more, so I assume I should leave my skis at home, but what else should I expect?"
Mom answered, "What you'd wear around here in the winter or early spring. Forecasts are for highs in the 50s the first few days, warming after that, so we might get to shorts and tshirts some afternoons, but back into long sleeves and pants by nighttime. Pack sweaters and a jacket if we're going to be outside for very long at night."
"Swimming?" Marissa asked.
Mom said, "The lake is going to still be a bit chilly for very much swimming, if any, but you might pack a swimsuit for tanning on the deck. Although, with the elevation, sunscreen is even more important. You can feel cool and still burn. A warm bathrobe might be a good idea for going between the house and the hot tub at night, especially if we're doing so without suits. Or just around the house, which can be cool in the morning, if no fire was started or it burned out. The main floor has heating coils under the floor, circulating hot water from a custom water heater in the half-basement, when sensors say it's cold enough. Still, while your feet will be warm, the air can feel chilly if you're naked. The upstairs bedrooms have space heaters as a backup, but we've never needed them in the summer, and I doubt anyone is sleeping up there this trip, anyway. We'll all be in the downstairs master. We just need to make sure one other bed looks mussed up."
Marissa asked, "Can we go gambling on the Nevada side?"
Mom answered, "There's a minimum age of 21, because the casinos serve alcohol. You have a few more years to wait. The only time I gambled there was during the first year of my marriage, before Tyler was born. In fact, Tyler was conceived during that trip, in a queen bed in one of the upstairs rooms that has the bunkbeds now, while his grandparents were still alive and occupying the master and another couple they had invited were in the other king. We didn't go back again before the divorce, then the two times I went up there afterwards were with the kids in John's place, so I couldn't take them into the casinos. Most of the activities for kids and young adults in the summer are outdoor activities, hiking, biking, boating, even zip lines."
~
Marissa's parents wanted her to spend some time with them before leaving for a week, so we only had a short dinner date, dropping her off at 8.On Saturday morning, we loaded up the back of the Tahoe, then swung by the Gutierrez house to pick up Marissa at 10 AM. It was a 4 hour drive, but we could not pick up the keys to the house until 3 PM, to allow the cleaning staff time to get in there. Unlike a hotel, they wouldn't be back every day. We planned to stop for lunch around Sacramento, before beginning the uphill ride along Highway 50.
I decided to do the drive, with Mom in the front passenger seat, while Annie and Marissa shared the next seat.
We chatted about mostly inconsequential things, played a couple of road games. I was feeling both excited and nervous about initiating the foursome once we got to the house, but didn't want to bring it up during the drive. I spotted a few kisses exchanged between Marissa and Annie, but nothing that would get us pulled over by CHP.
When I stopped at the rental company office to pick up the keys to the house and exited the Bronco, the air felt chilly, only in the low 50s. Melanie greeted me and said, "There was one small problem in getting the house ready for you to arrive. Apparently, the group which vacated this morning must have been really cold. They kept adding wood to the fire in the fireplace right up to their departure, because the cleaning team found it was still burning strongly when they arrived as their first house of the day. They spread the logs out and smothered the flames with ashes from below them, but the embers continued smoldering before they had to move on to clean the next house. They removed as much ash as they could, but they could not set up your first fire as they normally would have, without it starting to burn. Those logs should be cold by now, if not turned to ash. You might find the house is still pretty warm, though."
I said, "We can deal with that, Melanie. Thanks for the warning, though."
I resumed the drive west out of the town, until I turned onto the side road that leads to several lakefront homes, ours the last among them. When I pulled to a stop in front of ours, I heard Marissa gasp. "You own this?" she managed to say.
"Indirectly, but yeah. I guess you like it?" Annie asked.
"It's magnificent," Marissa gushed. "You kinda made it sound like this square log cabin in the woods. Instead, it's loaded with windows and rooflines and chimneys."
I said, "The chimney closest to you vents the kitchen ovens. The one to the left is for the combination furnace/hot water heater that runs the infloor heating system as well as providing hot water for the showers and sinks. The tall one on the far side of the house is the fireplace in the great room. Let's unload and we can give you the full tour."
Mom had brought enough food for our first three days, with a trip to the local supermarket planned in a day or two. While Mom got that socked away in the refrigerator and cupboards, Annie and I gave Marissa a tour of the rest of the house.
I've always felt that the great room is the highlight of the house, its outer walls all windows, overlooking the deck, the lake and the land between, with the stone chimney dividing them in half, the roof-line meeting it about 15 feet up. A balcony ran along the inner two sides of the room, with the other bedrooms and bathrooms connecting to it, an L-shaped staircase leading up to it in the corner opposite the fireplace, between the entrance to the dining room and the entrance to the master bedroom. The kitchen was between them, separated from the dining room by a bar with stools on both sides, to supplement the big dining table. The view from the balconies were best from either end, nearest the high points of the windows.
The fire in the fireplace was out, the remnants of a few incompletely burned logs apparent. The heat it had produced in the air was still evident, so I did not need to rush to build another, particularly with the supplementation of the in-floor heating that was set to keep the floors at 68 degrees and the air several degrees cooler. Marissa followed us up the stairs, where we briefly showed her the three bedrooms and the two bathrooms up there. I didn't expect we'd be using them, so I closed the bedroom doors, to avoid heating them further. We'd open them up again the day before we left.
We headed downstairs just as Mom came out of the kitchen. "So, which of those bedrooms did you conceive Tyler in, Mom?" Marissa asked. Mom pointed to the one on the right.
I said, "Huh, that's always been my favorite room. I let Annie have the bigger bedroom on the left every year, just so I could stay in it. There used to be a pine tree outside its window where this noisy blue bird made her nest every spring, until it needed to be cut down in 2014, to avoid it falling and hitting the house. She wasn't around two years ago, that I could tell."
Mom asked, "A Steller's jay? Light blue body, dark head with a crest?"
"Yeah, that's the one."
Mom chuckled. "I remember a bird of that breed making a racket out the window while your dad was making love to me in that room. It was warmer than today and we had the window open. I don't think she liked the noises we were making very much. However, I doubt it could have been the same individual bird all those years, since their lifespan is only about a decade. Maybe you remember one of her kids or grandkids, using the same tree to make her nest."
Continuing Marissa's tour, we walked through the sliding glass door in the dining room out onto the deck. Twenty feet wide, it ran along two sides of the house, from the dining room around the great room to the master bedroom, with another sliding glass door there. Opposite each slider and at the corner were steps down into the yard. To the left of the dining room slider was a seating area, with benches built into three sides and an awning overhead. To the right of the master bedroom slider was the hot tub, surrounded by a separate cabana with its own roof. Dominating the center of the deck, where it turned 90 degrees, was the back side of the chimney, rising five feet over the roofline.
Walking down the steps closest to the hot tub to the area between the deck and the lake shore and turning around several times, Marissa exclaimed, "The house is even more gorgeous from this side, combined with the view of the lake and all these trees. No dock or beach, though?"
I answered, "Too rocky here for either swimming or boats." We walked closer to the shore, where I pointed out the numerous rocks just below the water's surface, past the rocks that made up the shore itself, with only a few cresting the waterline. "Why put in a dock, if you can't safely jump off of it into the water or bring a boat in close enough to tie up? Besides, this has almost always been a short-term rental property, where we don't need the added liability for people breaking their necks by trying to dive into the water here. There are public beaches and marinas not far from here, if it warms up enough to swim, which it really only does for a month or two out of the year."
"I can see why you love it here, Mom," Marissa said, turning to her. "It's so peaceful. I can't hear anything but birdsong and the lake's waves hitting the rocks. I know we passed other houses coming in, but I can't see them from here. Yet, the house has every amenity you'd expect a suburban home to have and then some."
Mom responded, "John and I both wanted it in the divorce. The only ways not to fight over it was to gift it to the trust, ultimately making it Tyler's, or sell it. Annie was added to the trust later. It was perhaps the best decision we made, in dividing our assets, given the trust's performance."
We were beginning to get chilled in the outside air, since it was only in the low 50s and beginning to drop further. When the wind picked up, I saw Annie and Marissa both shiver, since they were just in tshirts and skirts. "Time to get inside and set that fire up," I said. "Get into warmer clothes, if you want to stay outside."
We all went back into the house. On the way in, I grabbed the empty ash bucket from its storage spot by the slider, used tongs to pick up the remaining logs, which were indeed cold, and stood them upright in the bucket. I then scooped what ash the cleaners missed from the firebox. I set up a new fire using newspaper, kindling, and gradually larger pieces of wood. I scraped as much ash off of the remnant logs as I could and placed them on top, so they'd finish getting consumed by the new fire. After lighting the fire, ensuring it caught and closing the screen, I carried the ash bucket outside, dumping the ashes into a larger fireproof container that stood a few feet from the house next to another container for compost, then brought the empty bucket inside.
My eyes popped when I came back into the great room. Mom, Annie and Marissa were all up on the balcony, naked. The railing was the only thing keeping me from seeing their pussies. "The air isn't the only thing that's warm up here," Mom said.
"Is that so?" I asked, as I strode towards the stairs, pulling my tshirt off. They all ran, giggling, even Mom, into the bedroom at the left end of the balcony, where the King bed was. As I caught up with them, all three were kneeling atop the bed, their asses towards the door. As I continued getting naked, I realized I had a problem. The bed was too high for me to fuck any of them where they were.
Mom, who was in the center, laughed as she saw me realize it. "Yes, we're too high to fuck from a standing position. But the height will help you lick three pussies that are hungry for your tongue. Do Marissa first, then me, then Annie. You don't have to make us cum, but give each of us at least a couple minutes as a warm-up. Annie wants to learn how to suck your cock, so Marissa and I will get her started, then Marissa and I are overdue for our first time together."
I only had to crouch a little bit to push my face between Marissa's thighs and begin to lick her pussy from end to end, tasting blueberry again. The angle wasn't great for reaching her clit, but I crouched a little more and angled my neck to reach it for about 10 seconds. Marissa came just as I was about to switch to Mom, so I gave her a little extra attention, slurping up her juices.
When I switched to Mom, Marissa turned herself around and lay on the bed in front of Mom. Mom lowered her face to begin licking Marissa. This bent her further at the waist, making it easier to lick her. I heard Mom mutter the word blueberry. I sucked and nibbled on Mom's naturally flavored pussy for a couple of minutes, noticing Annie frigging herself impatiently out of the corner of my eyes.
When I moved on to Annie, I said, "Shoulders against the bed, sis." She complied, arching her back as well, and I could immediately suck her already excited clit into my mouth. I applied suction and Annie came within 10 seconds after priming herself for a couple of minutes. I introduced two fingers into her snug pussy and pressed against her gspot. I brought Annie to two more orgasms before I climbed up on the bed and lay on my back between her and Mom and Marissa, who were now in a 69.
My cock was rock hard and waving in the air. When Annie recovered from her last orgasm, she knelt on the bed by my waist, lightly grasping it and looking at it like she didn't know what to do next. I took her other hand in mine and looked up at her. "There's almost no way to suck a cock wrong, sis, unless you bite it. All you really need to learn is how to be comfortable in the process, to control the depth when you need to, how to breathe and deal with any gag reflex. Like anything else, the more you do it, the better you get."
"Tyler's right, sweetie," Mom said, as she and Marissa joined us. "Today, we're just going to get you used to having a cock in your mouth and teach you how to make Tyler feel good. You're going to be in control of how much of him enters your mouth. We'll save learning to take him deeper for another day."
Marissa said, "Some guys get off on making you gag. I'd dump any guy who wanted that from me, but I've learned to control my gag reflex. We'll get you to the point that you won't gag, but remember that it is a reflex that's there for a reason, so don't feel bad if you do."
"Start out by just kissing your brother's prick, Annie," Mom suggested. "Tip to root, and back again. When you reach the top, lick around it once with your tongue. Get used to his taste, which might be strong at first if he hasn't showered right before, although sometimes he tastes of soap instead. If you see fluid on top, that would be pre-cum, his way of producing lubricant."
Annie followed those instructions, trying to keep eye contact to gauge my reaction.
Marissa said, "If you get his cock wet with either precum or your saliva, it's easier for your hand to stroke the lower half. That feels good for the guy, but also lets you limit how much of his cock goes in your mouth until you're ready to take it to the back of your mouth or even into your throat. Right now, just take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it a couple of times, then suck as you let it back out."
Annie did that, producing an audible pop when I slipped from her mouth. My first groan slipped from mine. My head was wrapping itself around the idea that my sister was giving me head. Even weeks of anticipation still hadn't really prepared me.
Mom said, "He likes what you're doing so far, baby. Slip him into your mouth again and keep licking as much as you can, while breathing through your nose and stroking the shaft."
Annie did so, stopping after two minutes when I gushed some precum into her mouth. She asked, "What do I do with precum that comes out while I'm licking?"
Mom said, "Either swallow it, or let it drip onto his cock, make it slicker. Are you ready to try taking him a little deeper? Keep your hand on his shaft, so you don't take it too deep. If you find yourself starting to gag, back off. Recognize where that point is and avoid it, for now."
Annie slowly took my cock deeper into her mouth, still swirling her tongue along it, really driving me crazy, my moans uncontrolled. Soon I saw her lips reach her fist, following it down on the down stroke. I wasn't quite to the back of her mouth. She lingered there ten seconds, then lifted back up, popping her mouth off of my cock. She continued frigging my cock, her mouth rising and falling with her hand. Despite saying that they were going to get involved with each other, Mom and Marissa kept watching.
I said, "Novice or not, she's going to make me cum soon, so give her whatever advice you have for that."
Mom said, "You have two options, Annie. Let him shoot his cum in your mouth, or pull off when he says to or after his first shot and let him shoot into the air and dribble on your hand. Don't stop stroking his shaft, though. If he does shoot into your mouth, he might hit the back of your mouth, which could make you gag. You've already experienced the taste of his cum, so that shouldn't come as a surprise, just there will be more of it. You can either swallow as he shoots, or hold it in your mouth."
"Like you did, that first night we were with him?" Annie asked.
"Yes," Mom answered.
"How much of that did you drip in my mouth?"
"Pretty much all of it," Mom said. "It was a pretty big load, too."
Annie said, "Then I've already had a mouthful of his cum and it was fine. Not my favorite taste, but not as bad as I'd heard, either." She returned her mouth to my cock, moving up and down on it again, swirling her tongue, sucking, all while her hand sped up, no longer in synch with her mouth and tongue.
I lasted barely another minute, before I had to cry out, "Gonna cum. Oh, god, Annie!" and began to shoot. Annie didn't gag, didn't pull off, just retreated until only my glans was still in her mouth and used her hand to coax the rest of my spasms.
When I was done shooting, Annie slipped my cock from her lips and began knee walking towards my head, the wicked look in her eyes making it clear she was intent on dripping my spend into my mouth like Mom had done to her. I knew it would be hypocritical to object. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth and watched as Annie dripped my semen down into it. Like most guys who aren't homophobic about their own sperm, I'd tasted it before, but this was the first time I'd had a mouthful. I swallowed it quickly, after which Annie kissed me, laying along my side just like she had that first night. I whispered to her, "You're already better at sucking cock than most guys deserve, sis. Thank you for letting me be your first, again."
Annie kissed my cheek. "I like making you feel good, Ty, just like you did when you licked my pussy. I just wish it hadn't taken a damned month to return the favor."
"I don't keep score like that, sis. I'll always be able to give you more orgasms than you can give me, anyway, so what's the point of counting?"
I realized Mom and Marissa were both staring at us, at me mostly. "What?" I asked.
"I've never once tried to do that to a guy," Mom said. "Some of them won't even kiss me after a blowjob. I can't imagine what they'd do if I tried to drip a load into their mouths."
I asked, "Had you ever done it to anyone, before Annie? Some threesome I don't know about?"
Mom's eyes widened, as she realized that she could now share a sexuality that she'd mostly hidden from me during my childhood. "I've had three threesomes in my life, with two different girlfriends and guys they knew. The very first one, the woman did that to me, and I did it to her the second time we were together with him. We broke up when she got more serious about the guy than me. I just never thought about doing it to the man after blowing him."
I said, "I'll admit it surprised me, too. I thought it only happened in porn and between women at that. But I'd be a hypocrite to have refused Annie, don't you think? I know there are jerks who think tasting their sperm makes them gay or something, but I've always felt that if a girl is willing to let me cum in her mouth, I shouldn't be afraid of tasting it on her lips or tongue. I kissed both of you after you exchanged my sperm with Annie our first night, remember?"
Marissa still looked stunned. "You love us enough, to let us do that?"
"It's more about respect and consistency, Riss," I answered. "Even in a casual sex situation, where love isn't really a factor, asking a woman to do what I wouldn't is hypocritical. Having my sperm dripped in my mouth like that might be unusual, but I've certainly performed oral sex on a woman after cumming in her. I did it with you the night of our first date, in fact, and I have no doubt I'll do it again this week. Having sperm mixed with your pussy juice changes the flavor, but it's still tasting and swallowing my sperm. I never saw it as a big deal. If I think it through, I owe it to my partner not to make it one."
Mom said, "Speaking of flavors, what's the story behind a blueberry pussy?"
Marissa told the story, and Annie said, "Really? I want a taste." She scrambled over me, to get between Marissa's legs for a few quick licks. "I kinda prefer your natural flavor," she pronounced, when she was done. "You did that for Ty?"
Marissa answered, "I mixed the blueberry flavoring into some coconut oil before prom. I used it again when I shaved this morning. I actually packed three small containers of coconut oil, and both orange and strawberry flavors, in case either of you wanted to try it with and without flavor. Ty asked to reserve this flavor for just me."
"You don't want three servings of blueberry pie, Tyler?" Mom teased.
I sighed, before saying, "How do I put this best? Yes, the novelty of the flavor enticed me to be vigorous in licking Marissa's pussy on prom night. Part of that was to see how long it would take for the flavoring to fade and Marissa's natural flavor to return, from inside her. I don't want any of you to think that I dislike your natural taste, because I don't. I've loved eating each of you, so far, without artificial flavoring and with. Every pussy I've ever eaten has tasted subtly different, too. I like the idea of that variety. If you're going to mask that temporarily, why would I want you to all use the same flavor, if there are other options? That said, if you still decide to give me a triple serving of blueberry, I'm going to eat you all to as many orgasms as my tongue can manage and there won't be a trace of that flavor left when I'm done."
"Makes sense," said Annie. "Maybe we should agree that each of us does it only once this week, so it comes as more of a surprise? Maybe I'll like one of the other flavors better."
Mom said, "Well, I want to get back to eating this slice, if you don't mind," kissing Marissa before rotating to take Annie's place between Marissa's legs, laying between them rather than turning it into a 69.
Marissa crooked her finger to Annie, saying, "Sit on my face, sis. Ty can fuck Mom, once he's hard again." Annie climbed over Marissa, grabbing hold of the king bed's frame and lowering her pussy to Marissa's face.
It only took a minute of watching the three women before my erection sprouted. I moved around behind Mom's hip's, my knees going to the outside of her legs as she lifted her ass up. She looked back and winked when I took hold of her left hip and guided myself into place with my right hand. Slowly, I sank my hard cock into her slick warmth, letting her maintain contact with Marissa. In and out, I slid, concentrating on the sensations washing over my cock.
As Mom pushed back against me, I began increasing my pace, thrusting harder. Marissa's knees were raised, with Mom's arms wrapped around her thighs, so I wound up pushing both of them as I shoved forward. Marissa's tits were swaying back and forth on her chest. Marissa grabbed them with both hands to stop them, then pulled upward on her nipples, causing her back to arch as her orgasm began. I watched as her abdomen shook and her screams were smothered by Annie's pussy. Marissa released her left tit to bring her hand down onto Mom's head, pressing her down as Mom appeared to be sucking on Marissa's clit.
I sped up even more, my balls swinging beneath me to hit Mom's clit and reached under her torso to grab her tits. Her nipples were hard and pointy, sliding between my fingers. I pressed my fingers together against them, as I squeezed Mom's breasts and began using them to pull her back into me. "Gonna cum!" I announced.
Mom reached a hand back to start rubbing her clit, trying to beat me to orgasm. She succeeded, too, her pussy muscles clamping down on me, pushing me over the edge. I shot my cum into her five times, then pulled out and replaced my softening cock with three fingers. Stroking in and out, with attention paid to her gspot, while Mom kept stroking her clit, her orgasm extended into another, just as I watched Annie arch her back and start to spasm over Marissa's mouth.
Annie collapsed to the bed, allowing Marissa to cry out, "Dios! Cumming again, Mom! Oh, God, fuck!" Marissa shook all over, as Mom refused to relinquish her possession of Marissa's clit. Marissa finally pulled away and collapsed next to Annie, the two of them beginning to kiss and express how much they loved each other.
Mom rose to a kneeling position and turned her torso enough that she could kiss me, while my arm curved around her and continued softly thrusting into her. "Will you eat me, Tyler? I need your tongue, baby. You did say you don't mind eating your own cream."
"Not at all, Mom," I answered. She guided me onto my back and got into a 69 position over me. A coating of my cum was apparent on her pussy lips, pushed out of her by my fingers. I licked most of it away, mixed in her own juices, which were also plentiful. Mom was licking my soft cock clean, until it wasn't soft any more, then she took it into her mouth. Her tongue whipped around my sensitive corona and frenulum.
I took my time, working my way closer to her clit, returning my three fingers to her tunnel when I began licking across it. The moans Mom was making rumbled around my cock, even producing vibration in my balls. I put more of my focus into licking her and strumming my fingers over her gspot, trying not to cum again too soon. Mom came when I began sucking her clitoral hood into my mouth, seeming to plateau just below her edge, as she came another four times in the next ten minutes, before my cock surrendered to the inevitable and gushed more of my cum into her mouth.
Annie and Marissa were in a 69 beside us and I lost track of their orgasms before they finally parted, each of them panting.
Mom swallowed my cum and rolled off of me, breathing even harder. I was feeling light-headed and realized it was from hunger. I asked, "Who's ready for refueling? We should eat before we pass out."
"Fire up the grill, Ty," Mom answered, sitting up. "I've got burger patties in the refrigerator. The girls and I will make salad."
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I got redressed and grabbed a sweatshirt from my bag before going out to light the propane grill. We prepared and ate dinner, mostly quiet, absorbing the experience we had just gone through. Mom broke the silence as we finished eating. "Did that meet everyone's expectations? It exceeded mine, I'll say that much. We're going to be mush at the end of the week."
Annie asked, "Are we going to do nothing but have sex? I think we ought to pace ourselves, so none of us get sore or too tired. We ought to think about doing something else around Wednesday, right?"
I said, "I've got to go into town on Monday to talk with Jack Randall, so we'll have to stop at least then. I certainly need more recharge time than the three of you. Don't let that stop you from morning to night orgasms."
Mom said, "We should check out the hot tub, before we go back to bed. Cool nights like these are perfect for it."
I added some wood to the fireplace before joining the women in the master bedroom to disrobe and get our bathrobes, flip-flops and some towels from the bathroom. I wrapped a towel around my waist, put on my flip-flops and went out the sliding glass door in the bedroom to open the cabana, lifting the hot tub's lid and turning on the pumps. The sharp smell of chlorine hit my nostrils as I checked the water temperature, which was perfect. I went back into the bedroom to say, "Give it a few minutes for some of the chlorine fumes to clear away. I assume the cleaning crew just added a week's worth this morning, with the guest change."
I went over to the media cabinet in the bedroom, turned on satellite radio to a soft jazz channel and flipped the switches to direct the music to speakers out in the cabana. Separate volume controls out there would let me adjust further. I also checked out the upgrades that had been done, while I was there.
Marissa asked a couple of technical questions about the hot tub, that I doubt you'd want me to repeat here, then the four of us made our way out to the cabana, draped our robes and towels on pegs on the cabana wall, then the ladies climbed the couple of steps to get into the hot tub, while I closed the door behind us and adjusted the music volume.
"It's really hot!" Marissa exclaimed, as I climbed in last.
Annie said, "It's set for 100 degrees. Your bath water probably starts hotter. You'll get used to it, but if you find you do need to cool off, sit over by the controls. That ledge is higher than the other seats, so you get more of your body out of the water and the outside air will cool you down. I assume it's even more true in the winter."
I moved over to the seat next to Marissa and said, "Or you could always sit on my lap. That will raise your body up some, as well."
Marissa quipped, "It would get a rise out of your cock, too. You looking for some hot tub sex, boyfriend?"
Mom said, "I wouldn't recommend it, you two. Water's actually the wrong kind of wet for sex. It washes away a woman's natural lube. If you lean over the edge of the tub with your genitals out of the water, maybe. But remember that there's chlorine on your skin now and that can be an irritant, too. In fact, we should all shower after this, to avoid any skin rash. The shower's big enough for all of us."
Annie asked, "Same concerns about water for sex in the shower?"
Mom said, "Of course. If the water is streaming over your genitals, it will eventually wash away the good wet and you'll chafe. Plus, you're dealing with staying on your feet on a wet surface while trying to fuck standing up. I find it's much more fun getting each other soapy and playing only on the outside of the body, whether tits, cock or clit. But if you want to try a shower fuck, stay away from the streaming water. There's actually a ledge to sit on in the master bedroom's shower, which is good for shaving your legs, which could also make for a good spot for fucking, if you're determined to try."
After half an hour in the water, letting the jets pound and pulsate on different parts of our backs and legs, we were all relaxed and beginning to feel overheated. We climbed out, quickly dried off with the towels, threw on the robes and the women scurried inside the house, while I shut down the hot tub and closed its lid.
"We're in the bathroom!" I heard Annie shout, as I closed the slider in the master bedroom. "Come join us!"
I crossed over to the media cabinet and switched the output back to the speakers in the bedroom before heading to the bathroom. I saw a pile of towels in the hamper just inside the bathroom and added mine to it, hanging my robe from a hook above it. The shower was enclosed in frosted glass, so I could barely make out three bodies inside and heard the sound of them playing with each other already.
I opened the shower door and stepped inside. Annie had her back to the medium warmth spray, eyes closed, while Mom and Marissa were both sucking on her small tits. Marissa's hand was between Annie's legs, frigging at her clit. I stepped closer, took Annie's face in my hands and kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth as the water streamed over both of us. A hand grasped my cock that I guessed was Mom's. She reached her other hand behind Annie to grab a bottle of body wash and squirted it all over the four of us, finishing with getting some on my cock.
She began washing my cock first, sliding up and down it until it hardened, then moved on to lather the rest of my front, while I started to work on the soap that she'd gotten on her own body. Each of us crouched to soap up each other's legs, my fingers lingering at her pussy. When we were both coated in bubbles, she stood and hugged her body to mine, rubbing it slickly against me. My stiff cock was throbbing against her stomach as she slid back and forth. Annie and Marissa were doing much the same, to the other side of the shower head and behind Mom. They started to rinse off the soap from their fronts first, while Mom continued gyrating against my body, her hand moving to my cock again. She stroked it up and down, loosely, playfully, stimulating me without trying to make me cum. It wouldn't have taken much more grip to accomplish, but she clearly knew what she was doing.
After a few minutes of this, she said, "Turn," and she squirted more body wash onto my back, taking particular care to wash my butt and balls. After she'd finished with my shoulders, she grabbed my brand of shampoo and washed my hair. She said, "Rinse, then finish soaping me up."
I quickly washed the soap and shampoo off of me, then turned to continue washing Mom, only to find that Marissa had started washing Mom's back while Annie was washing her hair. I spotted Marissa's soapy finger running along Mom's labia from behind, stroking across her clit and Mom's back arched. Mom soon took my place under the stream of water and rinsed off, then turned off the water, since we'd all washed up. I looked over to Marissa and Annie and found that Marissa was seated on the bench, Annie straddling her lap, facing her, making out with each other. Both of their pussies were peeking out at me, the way they were sitting, not quite pressed against each other.
If only I had two cocks. Hell, I could fantasize about three, for all the good it would do me. I dropped to my knees and tested both pussies with my index finger. They were both slippery inside, so I thrust two fingers of each hand into both of them, curving to reach their gspots. I began thrusting in and out.
When I chanced to look up, Mom was kneeling on the bench to my left, taking turns leaning down to kiss Annie and Marissa, while Marissa had her hand between Mom's legs again, thrusting one finger inside and rubbing her thumb over Mom's clit.
Annie turned her head to me, asking, "Will you fuck me right now, Ty? I need you in my pussy again so much."
"Of course, sis," I answered. Kneeling, my cock was just the right height to reach Marissa's vagina, but Annie's was too high. Rather than risk crouching on wet feet, I sat down on the bench next to Marissa. Annie transferred into my lap, with Marissa positioning my cock under her. I wrapped my arms around her still-wet body as Annie got her knees settled outside my legs and lowered herself onto me, then lifted up again.
Our wet bodies slid against each other as we fucked for only the second time. Water mixed with sweat as we gyrated against each other. Annie's eyes were level with mine. The love for me that I saw in them was unmistakable. All thoughts of my being second-best next to my dad evaporated under that gaze, never to return.
"I love you, Annie," I said.
She grinned as she haltingly said, "I know. I love... you too, big brother. First man... to be inside me. Maybe... the only one." She kissed me, slowing only as much as needed to maintain contact with my lips. When she broke away, she doubled her speed on my throbbing cock, the sound of our thighs slapping together the only thing louder than our moans and grunts. I knew I was close. Suddenly, I realized Mom and Marissa weren't in the shower with us, so intent was I in loving my little sister. I didn't see their silhouettes through the frosted glass, either. I returned my focus to Annie.
I added as much hip thrusting as I could in that position and Annie came in my arms, her pussy wildly pulsing around me. I came in the middle of her orgasm, our eyes locked once more. "Oh, Ty, it's so good!" she moaned, once she stopped shaking. "I wish it were legal. Not just the incest, but the group relationship, too. I wish we didn't have to hide what we have, what we are."
The phrase 'If wishes were horses' flitted through my mind, but instead I said, "Just from other people, sis. We don't have to hide from each other. I love all three of you so much, already. I'll do whatever it takes to keep us together. That includes lying to the public at large, without an ounce of guilt about it."
"Where'd Mom and Marissa go?" she asked, finally realizing they were gone.
I answered, "I assume they decided the bed was a better option than the shower and got out. Shall we go watch?"
Annie and I toweled each other off, slipped our robes over our shoulders without tying them and crept towards the bed. Mom and Marissa were in a 69, Marissa on top. I realized that was the first time Marissa had gotten to lick Mom's pussy, as she hadn't during our first round before dinner. Watching her tongue sliding through Mom's labia, I whispered to Annie, "I still haven't seen you eat Mom, except at a distance that first day."
Annie giggled, saying, "You are such a voyeur. Watching turns you on."
"Not gonna deny it," I said, already feeling my cock thicken again. Pointing at her own fingers rubbing against her clit, I said, "You're no different, sis. I think we both get horny just from mental images, whether in-person, memory or imagination."
Mom interjected, "Are you two going to stand there and talk all night or are you going to join us? Tyler, if I'm not wrong, you've fucked Annie and me so far today, so it's Marissa's turn. The three women are going to arrange in a triangle, on our sides. If you spoon behind Marissa, you can fuck her from behind while I keep licking her. If you make her cum, you rotate to the next pussy."
Mom shifted her pelvis away from Marissa and they both turned to their right sides. Annie shed her robe and climbed on the bed and completed the triangle, lifting her left leg to make room for Marissa's face, while slipping her own between Mom's. I watched as my sister began licking at my mom's labia, satisfying that urge while stroking my cock the rest of the way to stiffness. My robe fell to the floor.
Moving towards the head of the bed where Mom was licking Marissa, I had a different idea about positioning. I climbed onto the bed to crouch on my knees behind Marissa's ass. I pushed her lower leg a few inches toward Mom's back, to make room for my right knee to be against her thigh while my left knee was against her back. I crouched enough to bring my cock in line with her pussy, steadied myself with her upper leg raised against my stomach, with her knee bent around my side, and thrust myself inside. It was still rear-entry, except I was turned 90 degrees.
"Dios!" muttered Marissa, as she realized how I had entered her.
Mom's head drew back and looked up at me, only uttering, "Interesting," before pressing her tongue against Marissa's clit again. I pulled back and thrust again, using Marissa's leg for leverage. Soon, I was pounding in and out, occasionally feeling Mom's tongue slide against the side of my cock.
I was grunting with every thrust, while all three women were moaning into each other's pussies. I saw mom's abdomen pulse as she came from Annie's licking as well as a couple fingers that my sister had introduced, but it didn't stop Mom from continuing to lick Marissa.
Marissa's was the next orgasm and I reluctantly pulled out and moved across the bed to take the same position with Mom, Annie winking up at me as she removed her fingers to make room for me. I heard a muttered, "Fuck me, son!" from Mom's mouth as I sheathed myself in her. Three minutes of rapid stroking had me feeling the approach of my orgasm, just as Mom came around me.
Annie lifted her left leg straight up in the air as I approached. However, her leg wasn't long enough to bend her knee over my shoulder and still get my cock in her pussy. I shifted it to my right side and bent her knee behind me, using her thigh for leverage again. I slipped my cock into her, knowing I was really close to cumming again. I fucked her slower for several minutes before she reached behind her and pushed on my ass. A smothered, "Faster," came from between Mom's legs.
Faster she got, my balls slapping against her butt cheek for the three minutes before we both came together and I collapsed, winding up spooned behind her, my cum drizzling from her pussy as Marissa licked it away.
Laying behind Annie, I got to watch her continue licking and nibbling at Mom's pussy, seeing the spasms when Mom came again.
Feeling slightly chilled, I said, "I'm going to check the fire. Probably need one more round of logs before we sleep."
The fire from the afternoon was mostly embers by this point, so I added kindling, medium and large pieces of wood, which soon caught aflame. Satisfied that it would burn well past midnight, I returned to the bedroom.
The three of them were still engaged in the triangle. It took about ten seconds to realize that they'd reversed direction, though. This time, my cock wasn't as ready to respond. Still, I didn't want to just stand there, so I climbed behind Marissa, nuzzling her neck and ear, as I watched her eating out Mom.
Starting at her neck, I kissed my way along her back, eventually reaching her buttocks. I was tempted to see whether I could join Annie in licking Marissa's pussy from both sides. Instead, I shifted my body around until I was behind Annie and gave her the same treatment, then repeated with Mom.
By the time I'd completed that cycle, my cock was still only half-hard. Having reached my Mom's buttocks, I saw that Marissa was sucking on her clit, leaving a clear path for me to insert two fingers into Mom's vagina. Strumming across her gspot while Marissa munched on Mom's clit had Mom cumming hard again in under a minute.
The triangle parted and all three women pushed me to my back, kissing me in various places. As Mom lay along my left side, she said, "When you kissed across my lower back and over my buttocks, I thought you were going to lick my asshole."
I answered, "I didn't even think of it. Most of my past lovers haven't wanted me to touch them there. Is that something that turns you on?"
Mom said, "Actually, no. It just seems to be something guys do as a prelude to asking for anal sex. I've agreed to that a few times, but never enjoyed it much, even when it didn't hurt."
I said, "I've been told 'no way' by three different girls, who say they've tried it and don't like it. You're number four."
Marissa chimed in with, "Five," while lying along my right side. "Toby Windham and never again."
Climbing along my torso to lay on my chest, Annie said, "Count me as six, even though I've never tried it. I just don't want to." Her legs wound up on either side of my cock, which was finally rising. I could barely see its head, poking up past her butt.
I continued, "It seems to me that if it's good for the guy but hurts the girl, why do it? Just to get her to give in? I don't need to be that dominant or selfish. Sure, if a woman enjoys it, she should be able to pursue it. But, if she doesn't, why coerce her? I'd rather commit to never doing it, than try to convince any of you to let me try for selfish reasons."
"That's part of why we love you, Ty," Marissa said. "We know you won't try to hurt us. You're a protector and you know it."
Mom said, "I don't know about anyone else, but I need sleep. All in favor of turning out the lights and pulling the covers up?" Four ayes had it and soon eight eyes were shut.
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Sunday was more sex, interspersed with the occasional meal. We used the hot tub in the afternoon and again at night, finding the chlorine smell was fading. We still showered afterwards, though. Temperatures were still in the 50s, so I kept tending the fireplace to keep the inside temperature comfortable for nudity and sex.
Monday morning, I swung by the rental management company to meet with Jack Randall in his office. After putting down the deposit for our Christmas rental and talking about some of the repairs that I thought the property needed, he asked me, "So, you've got one year left of school, right? What are your plans after graduation?"
I answered, "Nothing solid at the moment. I actually got a suggestion recently from my girlfriend's dad that I use the trust to buy into or launch a business, that I could then manage. I expected it to be several more years before I could access the capital in the trust, but the trust experts at the bank say it's acceptable, so long as the business is sufficiently profitable to the trust and only paying me a reasonable salary that isn't draining the capital. Otherwise, it has to be counted as a distribution from the trust."
Jack said, "That might be good for both of us. I'm looking to retire in a few years and I'd like to leave the business in good hands, while retaining some ownership in it. If I find another owner, either they would have to buy the 20% share from your trust, or I would have to lower my share to 30% so that the new owner has a controlling share over 50%. But if your trust increases its share to 50 instead, you could name yourself as manager."
I asked, "And if I'm not sure I want to work in this industry?"
Jack said, "You could come on-board as a manager next year, to see if it's something you're interested in and buy in after you're convinced. If not, I ask that your trust sells me back the 20% once I find another interested party. How does a $120,000 starting salary and a title of Chief Operating Officer sound? Of course, if you take control the company, you can set your own salary and be CEO and you'll be asking me to stay on to teach you the ropes. Not as good tax-wise as paying out the same amount in dividends, but that's the tax code for you."
I said, "That's an intriguing idea, Jack. I'll have to think about it. One problem I can see is having a place to live. I can't live in the trust's house, for several more years."
He said, "It's not the only house around the lake, Tyler. Buy or rent something smaller. Now that you got me thinking about it, there's actually a property we manage that's on the market right now. It's away from the lake but has four detached one-bedroom townhouses on it and it's popular with skiers since it's closer to the slopes. Usually manages 80% occupancy over the course of the year, with a peak rent of $400 per night, per unit, so there are periods when it actually earns more than your trust's house. But it's only priced to sell at $500,000. I'm the real estate agent for it, too. That's my other business. You might think about getting licensed, yourself. Anyway, if your trust were to buy that property and continue renting out three of the units to vacationers, would the trust allow you to live in the fourth at apartment-level rates, instead of the vacation rate? Once you do gain full control of the big house, you could return that unit to the rental market."
"Are the units occupied this week, or could we get a tour?" I asked. "I'm actually thinking this might be better as an investment opportunity for my sister and me, outside of the trust, that would give us a better return than the investments our money is in now. That way, I wouldn't be under the trust's requirements to maximize revenue and could live there rent-free or we'd be able to better control what weeks we can come here on vacation if I don't move here. I'll have to see what she thinks, but I'm intrigued."
He checked on his computer. "One unit is being vacated this morning and will stay vacant until Thursday. Another is being vacated on Wednesday until Friday. The other two are occupied this week and next. Just so you know, the current owner froze further rentals once it went on the market, so there are no bookings past May of next year. Do you want to look at the first one this afternoon, or wait until Wednesday to look at both? They're basically identical inside."
"Let's schedule a tour of the first unit for today, say 3 o'clock? If I like what I see, maybe tour the second one on Wednesday or Thursday. Or I might make a decision without it."
Jack said, "Sure. Let me give you the address, and I'll meet you there at 3."
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I went back to the house and updated Mom, Annie and Marissa, over lunch. Moving to the couches afterwards, Mom asked, "Are you actually thinking of moving here? Leaving San Rafael?"
I said, "Mom, you were the one who said you'd love to move here, if we could find jobs to support ourselves. I've got a line on not just a job here, but the ability to take control over Mr. Randall's very profitable business. As for the townhouses, I think having an option to leave San Rafael in a hurry for a place we already own is a good thing, no matter whether I take the job here, decide to only take it for a year or two or not at all. This house can't serve as that escape hatch, as it were. Annie and I have enough investable capital to buy these townhouses, without selling the houses in San Rafael or taking out a mortgage. We would get a greater return than our current investments, even only renting out three of them. I'm looking to expand our options, is all. This eases taking a job here, but it is a separate decision."
Mom asked, "These are one bedroom townhouses? How could all four of us share one, without raising new suspicions here?"
I answered, "I expect we'll find a sofabed or two in the living rooms, since skiers often max out the occupancy, so we can cover ourselves if we're all here only a weekend or a week at a time. But if we were definitely moving here permanently, we'd sell both of the houses in San Rafael and combine the proceeds to buy something bigger here. The townhouses would only be a temporary option, unless I'm the only one living here. I'm thinking that if I'm not in San Rafael, no incest would be happening in San Rafael. It might be a solution, for me to move here and only have the three of you come up here occasionally."
Marissa said, "I'm not sure my parents are ready to hear I'm moving in with you before getting married. I'm hoping we can finish this summer in San Rafael, spend the school year in Boulder, then maybe they'll be okay with it next summer. That's if my Dad isn't guessing right and you'll be asking for his blessing this winter."
"What?" Annie blurted, giggling. "You dad said that?"
Marissa chuckled. "When we had dinner after graduation, he was grilling Ty a little, and I told him he should just ask 'What are your intentions for my daughter?' Papa answered that by saying he'd already guessed Ty's short term intentions, since I was spending the night with him, and guessed that his mid-range intention would be to have that conversation around Christmas time or New Years."
"Well, if I asked him right now, he might say 'no,'" I said.
"You... want to marry me?" Marissa asked, her eyes wide.
"I've been thinking about it," I admitted. "It's not time to ask, yet. Certainly, it's not time to ask your dad. But I doubt you'll have to wait until Christmas for me to have that talk with him. I actually have a picture in my head of inviting your parents up here in August, to marry you here, before we head to Boulder." I pointed towards the back yard.
Marissa grabbed the front of my shirt. Slowly, she asked, "You've made the decision but you're waiting for the right time to ask?"
I nodded.
She growled, "Tyler Campbell, if you don't ask me this very minute, I will. We can get my Dad's blessing and announce the engagement later. After I pick out my ring."
I dropped to one knee, took her hand and asked, "Will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife, Marissa?"
She answered, "Yes!" and pulled me up to kiss me. "There, that wasn't so hard, after all."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Annie take a knee in front of Mom. I turned to watch. Annie asked, "Will you marry me, Shelby? Make it a double wedding?"
Mom looked stunned. She blinked several times, before answering, "Yes, my love. I will marry you." Mom laughed briefly, before saying, "Twenty years of looking for someone to love as much as I loved your Dad and it turns out to be his daughter." She pulled Annie up for a kiss. When they parted, she said, "I think the weddings should be separate, though."
Annie said, "If we're going to be a secret group marriage, I want us to have the same anniversary, Mom. We can hold separate services, but they need to be on the same day."
Mom shook her head and said, "No, they don't. Today is the beginning of that unofficial marriage, honey. That is, if Tyler and Marissa are agreed to consider us their wives?"
Marissa nodded to me, before I said, "We're in, Mom."
Mom said, "We'll privately celebrate today as our secret anniversary from now on. However, we're trying to keep the public from seeing our relationships as linked. Right?"
"Yeah," Annie answered.
Mom said, "Well, announcing our engagements together or getting married together links them, unnecessarily. If Tyler and Marissa get married when we're here in August, you and I can announce our engagement after that and get married in San Rafael over your Christmas break. Besides, we'll be living in three different places after August, anyway. You'll be in a dorm in Sonoma, Tyler and Marissa will both be in Boulder, sharing his apartment. I think Tyler is right that having him move away from San Rafael is worth considering, to shut down the incest rumors further, but you and I shouldn't follow him immediately, maybe not even until you turn 25 and we can all move into this house, finally. Until we are ready to move here, Tyler should not move into something bigger than a one bedroom, if you and I are only going to be visiting him, occasionally, whether or not Marissa is living with him in the summer. They would have no real reason for a second bedroom."
"Should I move here this summer, then?" I asked.
Mom said, "I don't think that sends the right message, either, compared to signaling that you're planning to move here after graduation. Besides, these townhouses probably wouldn't be available to move into this year, which limits their use as an escape hatch right now. They're still being actively rented, right, even while the property is up for sale?"
I replied, "No, rentals were paused, when it went up for sale last month. But eleven months of reservations is just as much of an obstacle."
Mom nodded. "I expect you'll have to honor those. You could maybe find a standalone condo or small house that's not being rented so you could move into it immediately, but why let that sit vacant while you finish your final year in college, just to spend the summer here? No, I think it's better to come back to San Rafael, even if it means we keep our hands off each other again, establish your relationship with Marissa some more so you can announce your engagement in a few more weeks, marry her in August, then go off to school together."
Marissa asked, "What am I going to do for the last three years I'll still be in school if Tyler's working here?"
Annie countered, "What were you going to do if he was working in San Rafael, instead? You'd fly out of Denver as often as you could to see him. Now you'd fly into Reno's airport instead. It ought to be a shorter flight, at least."
I answered, "I think they're both around two and a half hours because they run larger planes from Denver to San Francisco than they run to Reno. During freshman year, I came here for spring break with some college friends to ski, and the planes were Airbus A320s, both ways. 150 seats or so."
"You remember that?" Marissa asked.
"I don't remember the plane for every flight I take, but this was the only time I've flown in that model. I know the airlines do fly even smaller ones on shorter routes, but this was the smallest jet I've been on so far. Anyway, flight time is not even half the story. Boulder is 40 miles from Denver's airport and Reno's is 60 miles from South Lake Tahoe. Shoot to arrive at the airport 90 minutes before a flight, and you're looking at 6 hours per flight day. That's assuming good weather in both locations. Figure you set aside two to three times the drive time in snowy conditions."
Marissa said, "Ugh. I won't be doing that every weekend. What's the alternative, though? Never see my husband or secret wives for months at a time? Wow, I have wives now."
Annie said, "You do, honey, and they love you to pieces. As for alternatives, you could change schools. The University of Nevada has a campus in Reno. That's still an hour's drive. Or you could switch to distance learning and finish your degree while living with Ty. Or come join me at Sonoma State."
I said, "Or both of you could switch to Sacramento State to split the distance between San Rafael and here. Look, we're getting ahead of ourselves, a little. We haven't even seen these townhouses and I haven't committed to work for Jack's company yet. Let's delay deciding how we're going to react to my decisions until after I've made them, with your inputs, of course."
"Sorry, Tyler," Marissa said.
I said, "You don't have anything to apologize for, Riss. You were being concerned about yourself and about all of us being together, and those are both good things. Let's go tour these townhouses, form an opinion about them, then come back here and talk about options some more.
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