A Red Picket Fence
"And that, Sam, is how you give a blow job." Carly said as Melanie finished, and stood back up.
Chapter 6
"Freddie! How many times do I have to tell you that we do not do that on the kitchen table!" Melanie fumed.
"You didn't seem to mind a moment ago." Fred replied, breathlessly grinning.
"I was... Distracted. We eat there!" She ranted as she pointed at the table and adjusted her hiked up dress. She did a mini shimmy as she pulled it back over her hips.
Fred watched, grinning, and then shakily stood, tied his robe closed, and slightly stumbled over to the broom closet at the far side of the kitchen.
"She has a point, Freddie. I remember when mom did that video in the kitchen. I couldn't eat in there for a long time." Sam commented.
"This coming from the girl that used to eat out of a dumpster! What do you know, Sam." Carly cattily admonished.
Sam and Melanie stared open mouthed at Carly. Fred took it all in, knowing that the twins would be ripping Carly to shreds momentarily unless...
"Carly, you know Sam wasn't always sure when she would eat again. Not until she was hanging out with us, anyway." Fred gently interjected.
Carly felt horrible. Her eyes grew wide as she covered her mouth with her hands. She really had no idea why she said that. She was embarrassed and ashamed. She knew Sam's youthful situation intimately when they were little... Well not everything about Sam's mother. not the prostitution and porn stuff, not when she had first met Sam in Elementary school. She had known Sam didn't eat regularly. She also knew that she had made a pact with herself to be sure to bring something to school for Sam's lunch everyday. A year or so later, when Freddie had begun hanging out with them, he'd joined in and made sure he had something for Sam to eat in the mornings. Eventually, Sam just began staying with her and her brother most of the time. At the time, she had just thought it was for the food. Later, she'd learned it was due to Sam's mother attempting to force Sam to become a prostitute... And the food was just a bonus.
"Sam, I'm so sorry. I really have no idea... I feel like an idiot. I'm so, so sorry..." Carly blurted out.
"It's okay... I did what I had to do to survive. But, while fucking on the kitchen table sounds kinda sexy, maybe we could use the couch or at least a towel next time." Sam said, grinning wryly.
Fred took a spray bottle of Lysol and a couple of hand towels out of the closet, all the while thinking; Carly didn't used to be so bitchy... Sometimes maybe when she was on her period, but not normally. Looking toward Mel, she seems to be okay with how her sister diffused things... He mentally shrugged, said nothing and set the towels and bottle of cleanser on the table.
Melanie watched her husband. She knew Carly's outburst had upset him - hell, it upset her. She decided she needed some time with Carly to apologize for doing Freddie out of turn. That had been her idea, and then she'd gotten all sexed up just watching him eat. She had an idea, and said: "Sam, why don't you go and get your truck. I saw it parked around the corner, and you may as well put it in the driveway with the rest of the cars. Freddie, nobody has checked the cars over for some time. Would you be a dear and check the oil and stuff in all our cars? I'll wipe down the table and help Carly with the dishes."
"Sure, okay. Maybe I'll shower first though..." Fred said.
"No, you should shower after. You might get all greasy. Toss on some sweats and check the cars first. Okay sweety?" Melanie said while giving Freddie a look, telling him to do this first.
"Yep, you're right." Fred said, nodding at his wife so she understood, 'he got it'.
"Um... As sexy as this outfit is, got any sweats here sis? And um..." Sam said with an odd look.
"And pads." Melanie said as Carly chuckled. "You do have to get used to all this 'man' stuff, sis. I have a couple sets of sweats in my suitcase. Freddie, before you change, get my suitcase out of my car, please. The keys are on the coffee table in the front room, next to the purse Sam had when she got here." Melanie continued.
"My keys are in my purse in the bedroom, Freddie... Thanks." Carly added.
Fred nodded, and drifted off to collect the keys and do as he was asked. He had a feeling he was going to be an errand boy for these three for the rest of his life.
Sam looked at Mel, got her attention, and raised her eyebrows. This commenced their non verbal communication mode. It had been normal for them, being twins, to pick up on each others ever so slight body language and hold an entire conversation without saying a word. They had figured that out when they were six or seven years old. Melanie replied with a facial shrug, which implied a 'yes?', and Sam carried on. Sam glanced at Carly, who was wiping down the table top, and then back at Melanie. Sam then raised her left forearm. Melanie understood. Sam was asking 'what's up with Carly?'. Melanie shrugged in reply; 'she didn't know'. Melanie then glanced towards the front room, where Freddie was, then up at the clock on the wall. Sam picked up on that immediately. Mel was asking her to get Freddie out of the house for a while, so Mel could talk to Carly, and find out if there was a problem. Sam nodded at her sister, and then began helping Carly finish wiping down the table, and rinse the dirty dishes.
By this time, Fred had found his, Carly and Melanie's keys, and gone out the front door to get her suitcase. He was just coming back into the kitchen door as Sam and Carly were finishing rinsing the cutlery and loading the nearly empty dishwasher. Fred walked through the kitchen, smiled at the three women, and continued into the master bedroom with the suitcase.
After a moment, Sam announced she was going to go change, and that she wouldn't mind seeing what stuff needed to be checked for a car, so she would be outside helping Freddie. Walking up to the closed bedroom door, she stopped, frowned, and opened it. As she entered, she saw that Freddie had just taken off his robe... He was naked.
"I can see your wee-nie." Sam sang. Fred looked up, and smiled.
"So... Are you and Mel the type that close the doors on each other to get undressed?" She asked.
"You know, not really. I'm not trying to be weird or anything... It's just..." Fred stammered.
Sam grinned while shaking her head, untied the bows on her shoulder and shimmied out of her dress.
"Ta Da!" She said throwing her arms out and spinning in a slow circle. "Like what you see?" She asked as she faced him again.
Fred chuckled while nodding.
"Well, you should. You have Melly, and we're kind of copies of each other. Oh, and by the way, you have me too!" She said has she pulled him into a hug.
He nudged her chin up, smiled and kissed her. "I know, and thanks. It's just going to be weird for a while." He said.
"Weird for you maybe. Remember, we've been talking about this for some time." Sam said.
They broke the hug, he pulled her into another and kissed the top of her head. He stepped over to the chest of drawers and opened a drawer. Sam's eyes following him.
"Are you checking out my butt, Ms. Puckett?" He asked as he pulled some boxers from one drawer and a sweat suit from another.
"I am... Yes, you have a great ass. I like it." She said as she opened Melanie's suitcase. She rummaged around until she found some panties, a bra and a pad.
"Is it...?" Fred asked.
"No... It's not my period, it's you. Your little swimmers. This is all different to me." She said as she peeled the tab off the pad and stuck it on her borrowed panties.
"Sorry... Next time I could pull out. Maybe cum on your tummy?" He said.
"Nope. You won't do that, ever. The feeling was... It's hard to explain. I made that happen, you exploding inside me. It was something, I dunno... Different. It felt different. It was great for me, you know you got me off a bunch of times... but at the end, when you came, it was like, wow! I did that. I caused that. That kind of connection is worth the mess. Melly always told me about this, but I couldn't figure out what she meant. It's like a connection to you. Like I said, it's hard to explain..." She slightly rambled.
Fred looked at her for a moment or two, wondering how he missed all... this, when he was younger, and then said; "Get dressed, let's go, we can talk on the way."
Sam nodded, noticed there were pink and gray sweats, pulled out the gray ones and finished dressing while Fred did the same. They passed through the kitchen, told Mel and Carly they were off to move and check the cars, and went out the front door. Once on the sidewalk, Fred was silent, thinking. He needed to tell Sam something... something about them. It didn't concern Carly or Mel, just he and Sam. He wondered how she would take this, but decided he should just forge ahead, regardless.
He cleared his throat.
"You know, Mel wasn't a consolation prize. Well, maybe at first, but only for a day or two. I fell in love with Melanie, the person. Not Melanie, the Sam look alike." Fred said as they walked down the block. He waited for the explosion, if there was going to be one.
"I know that. Believe me, Melly and I had this very conversation after you two got together. She really was worried about that. I was too, really." Sam said.
"Well, I wanted you to understand. Especially with what I'm going to tell you." Fred said, looking straight ahead, down the block, feeling a bit relieved.
"What?" Sam said swinging her head around to look at him. A tad bit of apprehension showing.
"Well, it's like this. You and Melanie, you're like the same, but different. I was in love with you for a very long time... Don't get me wrong. I love Melanie... I'm in love with Melanie, I guess I should say. But I never really fell out of love with you. It's so strange. I really didn't know you could love two women like this, but... Well, I do." He said.
She stopped walking, and turned to him. "Me too... I mean, I felt the same way. It's so weird. Do you know how hard it was for me to set you up with Melly? Do yo know how hard it was for me to see that you two worked? Sometimes I thought, that should be me... That could be me, but it wasn't. Do you know how hard it was to turn my sister down when she started suggesting us? All three of us? But that's how Melly is. I honestly think she could see me hurting, and knew what was wrong. For the longest time I thought it was just me being selfish, wanting something that belonged to someone else. Mel would say let's try it, try the three of us. I'd say it would screw up you two, and refused to try. Mel would come back with 'Freddie really cares for you' stuff, and I'd freak out a little, thinking of the possibilities. Don't get me wrong... I was happy in the relationships I had. But did you ever wonder why every time I visited it was with someone different? I was happy, but unfulfilled. I liked them, but wasn't in love with them, all the others. I always felt like there should be more. It was really fucked up, Freddie. It really was..."
Fred smiled, and took her hand. Sam looked down at their intertwined fingers, smiled back at him, and they continued walking toward her truck.
"What about Carly?" He asked.
"You nailed it earlier... Ha! Boy did you nail it." Sam leered at him and laughed. "But you know what I mean. She is the wild card. When Melly moved in with us, and suggested this, I had my stock answer ready to throw back at her, you know; that it sounded nice, but would screw up your marriage. Before I could open my mouth, Carly said 'Wow! Great idea! We should try that!'. I was speechless, and didn't say a thing about it to anyone for a couple of days. I met Mel for lunch and really started pushing back. I told her that this was a really bad idea. Melly looked at me for a moment, you know that look she's got..."
"You mean the look that says 'I know you're not an idiot, so stop acting like one'?" Freddie answered, chuckling.
"Oh yeah, that one. I've never been able to master that look... Anyway, then she said that I was acting like I was sixteen again. And that just because I thought I knew I was right about relationships didn't mean a damn thing. Then she told me to think about it all... How she had chosen wisely, and I hadn't. How her life was stable, and mine was all over the place relationship wise. I brought up Carly, and how good our relationship was, and that while I may have had no stability, getting back with Carly had fixed that. Then she brought up Carly, and how she had reacted to this. She said Carly and I wouldn't last without you two. That we four were necessary to each other. And then she pegged it all. She told me she was sure I didn't feel complete, even with Carly back in my life. And to basically shut the hell up and try something out of my comfort zone. She said the idea that the three of us had way back when we were kids was how she thought we should be, and to at least try it. So, I started to think about everything, you, me, Carly... All of us. And she was right." Sam continued.
"And that pissed you off, didn't it." Fred stated.
Sam stopped walking for a moment, looked up at Freddie, shook her head and grinned.
"Remind me never to really piss you off, since you know all my buttons." She said laughing as they started walking again.
"Well, I don't know... You have a few buttons I just found this morning that I still need more practice with." Fred said, grinning.
"You perv!" Sam replied laughing as she nudged into his side and squeezed his hand.
"You liked it..." He said.
"Yep, I sure did. And practice really does make perfect. We need lots of practice." She said as she nodded her head, agreeing with herself as she squeezed his hand again.
"Yeah, practice... That this was all Mel's idea, to re-do this insane plan you three had as kids... Well, that really surprises me. In one way, I feel overwhelmed that you three thought of me like that. In another sense, I wonder if Mel's been the unfulfilled one, that I wasn't enough for her." Freddie thoughtfully stated.
"Are you nuts? All that gal does is talk about how great you are at this, or wonderful you are at that... No fucking way. She loves you. Don't ever forget that. When she moved in with Carly and I, she was a real mess, and it just got worse the longer she was there. She misses you, lover. Her biggest fear was that you would divorce her. Believe it." Sam said emphatically.
"Well, this still has me a little worried. Really, think about it. This isn't exactly normal you know." He stated.
"No, it's not. But, it isn't all that weird either. Once we get over the initial shock of fulfilling every sexual fantasy any of us have ever had... Or at least the majority of them, it all boils down to fondness, respect and I hope love. The same feelings that you and Melly enjoy. All three of us think it will, given some time. Like we said, there's a history between all of us, with all of us. You were the missing piece of the puzzle. Melly figured that out a couple years ago. Actually, so had I. I saw what you two had and wanted it, but I honestly thought that if Melly and I started up with each other again, you'd get all freaked out. So I was wrong, she was right. When Carly was all for it, for the very same reasons... Wow, that really hit home." Sam said as they continued walking.
"Carly said the same thing, she had the same reasons?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, it was kind of off the wall. After Melly and I had our talk, we both went back to my condo and asked Carly why she was so adamant about doing this. She said exactly the same thing I just told you... Fondness, respect and love. She's positive this will work. Like I said, we all are really."
"Shit!" Fred whispered under his breath as he momentarily broke the walking cadence they had maintained. Sam looked at him as Fred shifted his gaze to her.
"One of our neighbors. The guy out there in the front yard at the corner house. He'll say something, something nice I guess... But he's just bat shit crazy weird. Don't ignore him, but don't say anything that could possibly start a conversation either. Keep your responses short, slightly curt, and for heavens sake don't ever stop to talk with him." Fred whispered.
Sam nodded her head, and then noticed the rotund fellow Freddie was referring to. He was adjusting a garden hose and lawn sprinklers position in the front yard of the corner house. His head popped up, looked Sam up and down, and then glanced at Freddie.
"Good afternoon Melanie and Fred. Nice day, huh?" He warbled in a squeaky, nearly sleazy voice as he stood up. The fellow must weigh four hundred pounds.
Fred grinned slightly as he nodded his head toward the guy. Sam glanced from from Fred to the fellow, and noticed she was obviously being undressed in the guys mind.
Sam stopped abruptly in front of the house, pulling Freddie to a stop as well.
"Oh, no... I'm Sam. Melanie is my twin sister."
He looked confused for a moment at this revelation, and then went back to ogling her. Sam continued walking while saying; "My friend Carly and I have moved in with Melanie and Freddie."
Fred slightly snorted, attempting to contain a laugh. The neighbor continued his unabashed leering stare. Sam's truck was only a few feet away now, just around the corner. Fred and Sam both reached the passenger side door when Sam pushed Fred up against the truck and initiated a lusty kiss that very nearly bordered on a tongue fucking. She broke the kiss, turned back to the neighbor and cheerily quipped;
"We're just one big happy family!"
Fred was slightly stunned due to the kisses lust induced overload, until he heard Sam yell; "DUDE! GROSS!"
Fred glanced up to see the bug eyed, mouth open, size '8X' stained 'T' shirt wearing guy. All around the crotch of his khaki cargo shorts a dark stain was getting larger. Small rivulets of fluid began running down his stump like legs and dripping onto his bare feet.
Sam stared for a moment before opening the passenger door and pushing Fred onto the seat. She closed his door, sprinted around the front of her truck and got in. They both looked back over to the guy, who hadn't moved, even though the entire front of his shorts was now very wet. Fred started laughing. Sam mumbled "That's just sick" before she started chuckling as well. She started the truck, and they laughed continually as they drove the short distance back to their house. As Sam parked the truck in the driveway, Fred turned to her and said:
"Well, you've met our neighbor, Vert... Vert DeShirt."
Sam laughed again. "Gag me..." She said, and laughed some more as she shook her head in wonder.
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