I always enjoyed stories by pigwiz, and her famous (to a few of us) unfinished fic Red Picket Fence. I messaged pigwiz in May of 2020. I didn't receive a reply until January of 2021. My question was if she was going to finish the fic. She said no, she wasn't. We communicated sporadically throughout the Winter about the story until I worked up enough nerve to ask if she minded if I finished it. To my surprise, she said she didn't mind at all, and sent copies of her notes and a flowchart of the fic. The ending she had planned was pretty much a surprise to me. I asked if she minded if I changed the ending if I finished the story. I thought I'd lost her there. She didn't reply for about a month, but in her next reply she agreed to whatever I wanted to do with the story. So, based on her notes and flowchart, with changes where I felt them necessary, I'm going to try to wrap this up. I thought about it on and off for a bit, then decided to do it. To make sense of the story, I'm reposting her original chapters with no changes. My take on her fic start at chapter 18. Beth (pigwiz) hasn't replied to my messages since May of '21, so whatever I come up with, hopefully, will have her blessing. So, without further explanations, enjoy the great unfinished pigwiz fic of 'A Red Picket Fence' and my humble attempts to finish it.
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A Red Picket Fence
Sam nodded in agreement with her sister, Carly sighed, and then nodded. The three women turned to Fred, and
smiled.
To Fred, the collective smiles were very disconcerting. He nervously grinned back at them, but remained silent...
Waiting, wondering what the massive lie was.
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Chapter 5
Melanie broke the mood of the silent smiles when she asked Fred; "Well, lunch is ready. Are you hungry, honey?"
"Starved actually... As long as you're planning on telling me whatever it is you're going to tell me. I'd just as soon
know now." Fred replied, relieved. Those three smiling faces was beginning to make him nervous.
"No, this isn't distract you with food time. We'll just talk over lunch, okay?" Carly said with an odd inflection, as if she
was a little nervous as well.
Fred nodded, got up and helped set the table. The three women watched him gather Melanie's silverware and vintage
Jadeite glasses and plates for a moment, until Melanie spoke up: "Well, of course I've trained him. He helps in the
kitchen, and housework. What did you expect?"
"Nothing less from you two." Sam said as she placed a large Jadeite bowl of soup on the yellow mother of pearl table
top. She reflected for a moment on how well the oddly hued green bowl goes with the very vintage yellow mother of
pearl. She glanced around at the other three, and smiled.
Carly didn't comment, but glanced at Freddie with approval and raised eyebrows.
Fred shrugged, thought about what Mel had said, about his being trained, silently agreed with her that he had been,
and went back to the silverware drawer and produced a ladle for the soup. Carly sat a plate of egg salad sandwiches
on the table, next to the soup, stood back and looked at the square table, confused. Melanie caught on immediately,
and indicated a chair for Carly, to her right, across from Freddie.
Once they were all seated, Fred glanced questioningly at all three women. Melanie and Sam stared at Carly. Carly
stirred her soup, then picked up a dill pickle, and returned it to her plate, uneaten. Sam and Melanie looked at one
another, both shrugging.
"Look, this is weird. So let's just get it out in the open now." Sam said. "Mel and I have a history. You knew that
already, Freddie. Melly told me that she had told you. Really, with the shit we saw around the house as kids, it's a
wonder we're not ax murderers or something. Mom found out we were playing around with each other, got pissed and
packed Mel off to boarding school." Sam continued.
Melanie nodded, agreeing with her sister, while Carly stared stoically at something behind Freddie, on the opposite
wall.
"Start at the very beginning, sis. Start with our 'father'." Melanie said while making air quotes when she said 'father'
and grimacing.
"Oh, alright. Our father is one or more of about thirty or so guys. They were here for a convention, and a group from
Europe hired mom. She serviced 'em all, but one of their condoms broke or wasn't on right or something. Birth control
pills made her sick so she didn't use that... Anyway, that's where we came from. Mom wasn't all that happy, but she
had us, and here we are. She tried her damnedest to get me to become a hooker, but never tried that shit with Mel. I
didn't want to end up like her. HIV positive, and croaking so young You know all that already though, Freddie. You
just didn't know the 'dad' part. Anyway, ancient history... So mom packs Mel off to school, and I'm stuck with mom.
Then I met Carl's, and she's, oh, you know, 'curious', just like me..."
"Wait..." Fred interrupted Sam. "So you're telling me that you two...?" He continued pointing between Sam and Carly.
Sam beamed and nodded, Carly blushed the deepest red rose color Fred had ever seen.
"Wow! I didn't... I never realized that." Fred exclaimed.
"Shoot, that ain't the half of it lover boy... We both had massive crushes on you. If you would have ever made a move,
you could of had either or both of us, separate or together." Sam explained.
Fred made the best, and funniest 'surprised' face any of them had ever seen. Melanie giggled and patted his hand.
Sam continued beaming while Carly tried to keep a small bite of her sandwich in her mouth while she laughed.
"Wait, since when? When was all this going on?" Fred asked.
"Oh, I don't know... What were we Carl's? Fourteen? Maybe fifteen?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, about then. We kept waiting, you know. You kept all that 'love you' nonsense up with me, and I kind of wanted
to jump you, but then you'd get all weird. Boys are so stupid."
"Yeah, and then I showed up, we went out... Shoot, I would have done you right then. Sam said to wait, since we all
wanted you. And then nothing ever happened. Carly said you got freaked out if she moved your hand to her boobs,
Sam figured you were too bashful to be really useful. So we all just kind of waited for you... And nothing ever
happened." Melanie added sadly.
"You mean all of you...? All three of you?" Fred asked, dumbfounded.
"All of us. All you had to do was get up enough nerve and we were all set. Heck, Sam even came up with this text
message we were supposed to send if you ever made a move with any of us... What was it sis? I can't remember..."
Melanie said.
"Huh? Oh, it was 'FRUCKING' followed by where ever you were. You know, 'FRUCKING - PARK' or 'FRUCKING -
CARLYS'. Then the plan was to get you over to one of our places if it wasn't safe where you were, and the three of us
would wear you out. Hey, this is good soup for canned..." Sam said as she tasted the soup.
"You mean that you had all this planned for years?" Fred asked, amazed. He really was trying to not think of the lost
opportunities, but failing miserably.
"We tried, but you weren't interested we thought. Sam thought you might be scared or queer or something. We did
drop some hints, but... Nothing ever happened. I always get 'Progresso' tomato soup, and Trader Joe's brand for the
rest. Those are the best canned ones." Carly added, nodding.
While we were going out, We were in a pretty intense make out session. I was wearing a white, button down mans
shirt... No bra, just the shirt. While we were kissing, I unbuttoned the shirt all the way down to my belly button. You
didn't make a move, so I took your hand and put it between my boobs. Do you remember what you did? Sam asked
Freddie as she smiled deviously.
He shook his head, looking embarrassed as he tried to not remember what he did. He also remembered Sam's
disgusted look she gave him at the time.
"You buttoned my shirt back up! I could not frikken believe it... You buttoned up my shirt... 'Progresso' huh? Good
stuff." Sam said.
"This is really good Carly. I like to make homemade, but in a pinch... This is great. Trader Joe's too, huh? That's such
a great place." Melanie said.
"Oh! Trader Joe's chicken noodle is, is... Almost better than sex! I know Melly keeps some, have you tried it Carl's?"
Sam asked.
"...almost better than sex..." Melanie laughed.
"Yes I have, and I'm not sure it's almost better than sex, but it is good. You know... We're all three good cooks that
enjoy cooking. We should sit down once a week or so and plan our meals. We can take a day or two and prepare
them if they're freezable for work lunches, side dishes, that kind of stuff." Carly said as Sam and Melanie nodded their
assent.
"Freddie can't cook at all, but he likes to Barbecue a number of things on the weekends and save it for later in the
week. That was Freddie's idea, and it works perfectly. We'll grill steak, chicken, hamburger, pork chops or steaks...
Pretty much anything to serve later in the week." Mel added.
"Um..." Fred said.
"What a great idea lover!" Sam said looking at Fred, while patting his hand. "I'm surprised you've never started an
herb garden. There are some great spots in the backyard, some shady, some with full sun, we can build some raised
planters and plant herbs. There's nothing nicer than being able to walk out your door and pick your own fresh herbs
when you need 'em." Sam continued.
"Oh, that would be wonderful!" Carly said.
"Um..." Fred said, again.
"We've never really been the green thumb types, but you are, sis! This would be perfect!" Melanie exclaimed.
"Um... Hey!" Fred said with a bit of conviction.
"Shoot, we can grow corn and tomato's along the back fence. Then we'll put some berry and bean vines along the
side fences. Those are really pretty, too. Some so nice you can use 'em for decorative besides. We can grow some
mint and rosemary under the widows. That's like instant aromatic bliss." Sam said with a faraway stare while nodding
at her idea.
"Hey!" Fred said, attempting to interject.
"Think of how much money we'll save growing our own! This is great!" Carly chirped excitedly.
"LADIES!" Fred nearly yelled.
"Oh, why are you yelling?" Melanie said with a pout.
"Sorry to break up the conversation, but Sam had just wondered if I was scared or queer. Can you expand on that,
please Sam?" Fred asked politely, masking his consternation well as could be expected.
"Oh, yeah, I knew you weren't queer... You used to check out my tits constantly. That's why I thought you'd go for 'em
when I unbuttoned my shirt. I started buying real sheer bras after that, and then just quit wearing 'em. I'd pretend to
get pissed at you and stand right in front of you with my tits in your face when you were sitting down. You were such a
perv." Sam laughed.
Fred shook his head. He was speechless at these revelations. He did remember that time though. Back then, he
didn't realize what she was doing, but her nipples... Wow. Now it made sense why Sam used to get right up in his
face when he was sitting... Her boobs were literally eye level, and only a couple inches away. He remembered he
loved chilly mornings and Sam in a wife beater.
"I kept waiting for you to pull my shirt up and start suckin', but you never did... Do you remember anything about
graduation night?" Sam asked.
"College? I remember it perfectly. Mel and I had quite a night. She'd just gotten her Real Estate Brokers license and
I'd got my Masters in Architecture." Fred replied, smiling as he took Melanie's hand.
"Naw... High School. Do you remember our graduation party? Any of it?" Sam continued, chuckling.
"I remember we had some drinks to celebrate, the first I'd ever had. I remember going over to Carly's apartment, and
then the three of you dragging me up to the studio... And that's it, that's all I remember... Going up to the studio. I
woke up in a bean bag chair the next afternoon with a massive hang over. What happened?" Fred asked, suddenly
confused, but intrigued.
"Sam screwed up! That's what happened!? Melanie laughed.
"No shit, Sam screwed up... We didn't know you'd never had a drink. Sam said we'll get you kind of buzzed and you'd
fuck all three of us six ways to Sunday. What she did was give you five or six straight shots of Jim Beam. You got
hammered, and passed out!" Carly lamented.
"What the...?" Fred exclaimed.
"How was I supposed to know he was such a light weight? You don't remember anything, do you..." Sam asked.
Fred shook his head, no.
"Well, just for your information, all three of us were bare assed naked, horny as hell, and wanting to fuck. You were
laying in the damn bean bag oblivious to the world, right in the middle of three naked horny gals." Sam said, sighing.
"Melanie tried giving you one of her famous blow jobs for ever. At least an hour. You were limp as wet spaghetti."
Carly laughed.
"...famous blow jobs?" He surprisedly asked, looking at Melanie.
"Sweetie, I was a virgin up until we started going out... But blow jobs had been my specialty up until you popped me.
You seem to like 'em! Did you think I was born knowing how to do that?" Melanie replied.
Again, Fred had no words, it was as if his mind had run, head-on, into a brick wall. He was speechless.
"I remember Mel being so upset. She was on a mission, and you were just not cooperating. You were so far out of it
while she was working your limp willy. She actually took it personally... She said she'd never failed before." Carly
stated.
"I... I don't know what to say? Sorry, I guess... I had no idea." Fred bumblingly mumbled as he glanced around the
table.
"It's okay, baby..." Melanie cooed, patting his hand and smiling at him.
"I remember Sam was so mad... She wanted to ride your nose since it was the only thing sticking up!" Carly said
laughing.
"Melly wouldn't let me! She said I'd suffocate or drown you or something." Sam rejoined, laughing as well.
Freddie began laughing at that revelation. After they had all settled down to their luncheon, he asked; "So, what
happened? I understand that I wasn't any help but what happened next?"
"Oh... We had stripped you, so we just rubbed each other off..." Sam started.
"No, not at graduation, I mean later. What happened? I know Mel and I got together, but you guys had this plan. What
happened to that? Wait, you'd stripped me?" Fred asked, cutting Sam off.
"Of course we stripped you, silly. We all had the hots for you, and we wanted to see what you had to work with.
Besides, you just heard I tried for an hour to get you up. How else do you think I did that?" Melanie said.
Fred stared at Mel for a moment feeling, a bit violated and embarrassed. There was far more to these gals than he'd
ever imagined, and yet, here they all were. He began nodding his head, mumbling; "...of course, stupid of me...".
"Well, what happened after our graduation fiasco was that we just kind of gave up. You wern't around much anyway.
We'd stopped doing the web show, Sam had gone down to L A for the summer, Mel was hanging out with me some
times, or visiting relatives out of town. We all just kind of drifted apart." Carly said.
"Yeah, I remember that. I'd gone out to my aunt and uncles farm for a few weeks, come back, and everyone was kind
of gone." Freddie stated before taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Up until classes started. And then the party. That's when some stuff came together, and some stuff went nuts." Sam
added.
"Yeah, I remember that party very well." He said smiling at Melanie, she returned the smile. "So, now that all this is
out, why did you get mad and move to San Francisco, Carly? Because Sam had a girlfriend?" Fred asked.
Carly huffed, and grinned. "No, it was because of you, Freddie!"
Fred glanced at Carly for a moment, surprised... until Mel caught his attention by taking his hand.
"Honey, remember... We'd given up on you. Sam had a girlfriend, so Carly and I had talked, and thought we might get
together. The day before the party, I'd seen Sam on campus, and we chatted. She mentioned the party, and that you
were going to be there. I wanted to give you one more chance, so I asked Sam to put in a good word for me. She did,
you asked me to dance, and we hit it off right away." Melanie said as she got up, moved around the table, and sat
down in his lap.
"Yeah, Carl's was pissed, weren't you hun?" Sam said as Carly shrugged, and nodded. "Who would have thought that
you would grow a pair and be in the back seat of that battleship car of yours banging away with Melly in no time. That
really surprised the hell out of us. Melly always said you were the perfect guy, and here she was reaping the benefits
of being right." Sam continued.
"Yep, so there I was, unfucked and lonely. You and Melanie were screwing at every opportunity, Sam and whats-hername
were nearly joined at the crotch, and I had no one. I got pissed, concocted that bullshit story with Sam, and
moved to San Francisco." Carly said.
"And you know the rest. Carly gets married, then divorced, moves back up here, then she and I got back together.
Melly goes frikken nuts about the stupid fence and moves back in with me, and we decided to reinstate our old plan.
Now you know it all." Sam shrugged as she picked up and looked at her dill pickle.
"So tell us... Why didn't you make a move when we were kids. All three of us dropped hints... Well, Carl's and I
mostly, but Mel did too when she was around." Sam asked, and then began sliding her pickle in and out of her mouth.
Fred stared at her, fascinated with Sam's lips and the way they enveloped the pickle... Until she bit down and began
chewing. He shook his head, and masked it by kissing Melanie.
And that's when he felt it.
Mel's hand.
She had been tugging at his robe, while squirming around a bit on his lap. He'd thought she was just trying to get into
a comfortable position.
She wasn't.
Her squirming had been directly over his dick, which was now getting hard because of her movement... And the fact
that she was indeed going commando. She lifted one leg slightly, and then she slid him in. She smiled, reached for
her plate and pulled it over next to his. She picked up and began taking tiny bites out of her sandwich. All the while
moving her right leg slightly, up, over and down repeatedly.
Suddenly, he thought of hair shampoo. 'Lather, Rinse, Repeat'. He shook his head, trying to understand where that
thought came from. He, and his dick, were feeling fine. Melanie just sat there, grinning while continuing her nearly
imperceptible leg moves.
"So... Answer Sam, honey." Melanie huffed breathlessly, still grinning.
"Oh... Right. Ummmm... Well I guess I never really picked up on the... Err, hints, for one thing. Also, I had this... Ah,
ah... Crazy... Ah, noble thing going on. All the guys thought I was screwing, mmmmm... You and Carly. I always told
'em I wasn't. I don't think they believed me, but I'd tell 'em I was not, ar-gods, screwing around with either of you.
Even during the times... Oh fuck yes... we dated." He said, grunting.
Sam began laughing.
Carly stood up and shrieked "THOSE TWO! THEY'RE SCREWING! RIGHT THERE, SHE'S FUCKING HIM! IT'S
SUPPOSED TO BE MY TURN!"
Sam was laughing so hard, she fell out of her chair, and continued laughing as she sat up on the floor. Freddie
reached down, and grabbed Mel under her legs, lifted her up onto the table edge, pulled her dress up a bit, spread
her legs, slid his dick in her drenched pussy. Then he got down to business properly.
Carly began grabbing the sloshing glasses off the table as Sam stood and moved plates out of the way. Melanie
leaned back, supporting herself with her arms while Freddie's thumb found her clit and began rubbing her in time with
his thrusting pelvis. Melanie began making the little growls and chirping sounds that he loved to hear. He pushed
himself into her as deeply as he possibly could, and began rocking her hips up and down without pulling back. He
knew this always got her off. She sat up, and grabbed his shoulders, pulling herself in for a kiss. The kiss deepened,
but she was short of breath, and had to break away. Her moans began matching their rhythm, then turned to gasps.
She wrapped her legs around his ass, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him deeply into her as she shuddered and
moaned.
He stopped all his movement, smiled and kissed her. She returned the kiss briefly before pushing him back out of her,
and onto his chair. Sliding off the table, she knelt directly in front of him, and sucked his cock into her mouth.
She worked him relentlessly. Sam looked at Carly, and Carly shrugged. Sam then stepped around to get a better look
at what her sister was doing, and how she was doing it.
Using her tongue, she licked and sucked, in and out, up and down until he grabbed the back of her head, and
grunted. His seed exploding into her mouth. She smiled around his dick as she licked and sucked him clean, and then
swallowed, as she continued pumping his nearly spent boner with her hand.
"And that, Sam, is how you give a blow job." Carly said as Melanie finished, and stood back up.
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Thanks to Dwyn Arthur and WhiteKnightro for the incredible ideas that were continued in this chapter!
Be sure to check out 'The Apartment', which I have finally finished.
Thanks to everyone for favoring or following! Especially thanks to those that review!
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