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Before the next chapter, however, I would again like to give a little
WARNING
to say.
This chapter is about a delicate subject between our four teenagers. Polyamory, or love with more than one person. I can imagine that maybe one or the other person is skeptical about this topic and would not like to read about such things. However, I would also like to say that most of this chapter is about a discussion of this, and there will be no detailed descriptions. In some passages, I think it's even really amusing.
This chapter is basically independent of the plot, and I will not go into it later.
Sandra
Chapter 214
Sexuality
Jake
The girls already went ahead.
Leah was naked from running, currently like me in her bathrobe of course, and Becky dressed for Brandon's birthday party. With the cuffs on their wrists, they were going to try to somehow get dressed in something more appropriate for bed, especially since the four of us were going to sleep together in my loft. I didn't necessarily want to have my naked sister in my arms. Even without alcohol in our blood, there had already been a few mix-ups at night, but now we were also well tipsy. Anyway.
Mom went upstairs already, too. She was pretty tired after chatting with Daniel for so long. I thought it was good that he knew now, too. He was almost fifteen. We wouldn't have been able to hide our secrets from him for long in general. Especially my little brother's things. I had another reason to stay downstairs for a minute, though.
Dad cleaned up the dining room while I went to the wardrobe to get something out of my jacket pocket.
"Dad. Can you help me with this when you get a chance?", I asked him and put my carving attempts in front of him on the kitchen counter.
For weeks I had been working on the extra figurine for Mom's music box that we had given her for Christmas. Instead of a ballerina, there were now two wolves dancing inside. But I couldn't get the figure to represent Ced the way I envisioned. For one thing, I couldn't get him to sit safely between us without the figure wobbling. For another, the carving of the face was too high for me. You just couldn't recognize the short one in it.
"They turned out great," my dad praised me anyway.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I chuckled.
I just couldn't turn it off. Fathers just. I had only taken my best attempts with me, but I didn't think they were that great now. Dad, however, recognized my problem. That these babies just didn't look like Ced.
Dad gave me a few tips on the best way to approach it and made one of them perfectly. At least the face. My little wooden brother peeked cute charming.
I had been paying attention. Since I was the proud owner of a little self-confidence, I would try it again alone. There was still a little time until Easter.
Marcus had also gone upstairs by now, but now I followed. He came out of Leah's room in boxer shorts and a T-shirt as I was on my way into mine.
We stopped in the doorway laughing.
Leah and Becky hadn't got very far with their attempts to change, although Becky was now wearing almost nothing. Something was hanging around on her arm, but it certainly didn't belong there.
Marcus turned to the side to avoid staring at her.
After all, it was my naked girlfriend.
"Well ...? Do you have a problem?" I asked with a grin.
"We'll be fine!" hissed Leah, but the two immediately chuckled.
Still, it sounded pretty unrelaxed, which made me all the happier. I found it unfair. Marcus and I hadn't had to weather twenty-four hours, but it had been much more elaborate for us. After all, we had eaten at Hooters, the skate hall, the toy store, eaten spare ribs in the evening, and everything else that had been there. We had just had a lot more challenges dealing with the handcuffs. They had been able to pick the time period and prepare for it mentally. So yesterday, before the party, they had thrown on clothes that they were now getting out of. Strapless bras, to the party blouses with a just very trendy button placket on the arms or what generally had only one shoulder part. That was decidedly too easy! Even if they now had a mini problem with nightwear. But I also had another problem with this handcuff situation. I definitely wasn't drunk enough to not think about sex! Last night Ced had been between all of us, which was why nothing had been going on there. In general, I hadn't had much of my star that weekend.
Marcus followed me into my bathroom, and I grabbed a few boxer shorts from the closet on the way. I reached for my toothbrush while he sat down on the edge of the bathtub.
He looked kind of offended.
"Is what wrong?" I asked.
He just shook his head.
"Come on. Spit it out."
"I'm just a little upset by the overall situation right now," he said with a forced smile.
"More context," I demanded.
He got up and tigered through my bathroom.
Back and forth. And back again. In the process, he got artificially excited.
I thought it was funny while I carefully brushed.
"Well ... I just think that the two of them have been able to make it pretty easy on themselves so far with the handcuffs. Think about everything we've had to manage. Without being able to prepare for it. You almost dislocated my arm. Several times! The bruises I got in the skate hall alone, just because you wanted to try your tricks, are impossible to make up for. I think I still feel a few of them. And they just make for a lazy afternoon with Bella. The only complication for them was showering and getting dressed. And right now they're having a little trouble, but who cares. All we want to do is go to bed. And tomorrow, until time is up, it will be pretty relaxed for them too. After all, we don't have anything planned. It's not fair, even if the time period is longer than ours!"
"Maybe you and I should investigate if you're not a lost triplet of ours," I commented with a laugh.
He grimaced, not understanding, as he leaned next to the sink.
"I was thinking exactly the same thing. That those two have it way too easy ... Besides, you're as tall as I am, and you could almost pass for a Native American with your skin color. But only almost!"
"And you know what also excites me?" he smirked.
I nodded invitingly.
"Leah would finally be at my mercy, if you know what I mean, but you guys have to lie right next to us!"
"She would be at your mercy BECAUSE we are lying next to you! After all, it's only because of the handcuffs," I corrected in a know-it-all manner.
I had understood him. And how I had understood him! He had once said that Leah was anything but an angel in bed. I couldn't forget that sentence. The nickname wildcat had to come from somewhere. Especially since I occasionally caught it in Leah's mind that way. Unfortunately. But Becky was exactly the same. She rarely let me seduce her from head to toe. At some point, she always demanded the same right for herself and gained the upper hand. That was in no way a complaint, I found that on my star namely quite rejoicing, not to say now that this was pretty horny. But I wanted her to give me the opportunity to just let her enjoy.
"But also with it it goes to us apparently the same. Because there's just as little angel in Becky as there is in Leah!", I indicated.
We smirked at each other in understanding. Rather, we gurgled disproportionately.
"It would be the opportunity par excellence," I reflected more to myself, whereupon my thoughts somehow took on a life of their own.
Would I have a problem seducing my wife while my sister and her boyfriend were lying next to us? If they were then busy with the same? Would there be anything reprehensible about it? Surely it would not degenerate into an orgy that I knew would not be to my taste. Becky was mine and I wouldn't want to share her with anyone. And Leah was my sister. Inbreeding really wasn't on my 'to-do' list. We were united as wolves and in the process, however, we had often shared our impressions and sensations. Often enough also scenes from the bed, if we could not hold back it to think about. Marcus was so close to me as if he were my brother. This was mostly due to the fact that Leah's feelings were partly transferred to me, just as mine for Becky were absorbed by Leah, but where was the border to the indecent?
"So what's your inhibition level?" asked Marcus specifically, who seemed to have been thinking about the same thing.
"So it's getting creepy when we think about the same things," I commented. "But I don't have an answer. I really don't."
"With Nanuk, I once thought about whether I would be willing to share Leah. And I was. To a certain extent, of course only ... But this situation would be completely different. We don't want to share our girls, we just want to love them, while another couple next to them does nothing else. Is something like that justifiable? Could I even enjoy it if someone lie next to me? I have no idea," he admitted.
I rinsed out my mouth and reached for a towel. Indecisively, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
We had already sat together many a time as a foursome somewhere and made out with our girls quite violently, whereby our respective hands had not been idle. Always interrupted by something. But what if nothing distracted us in the process?
"Would it be a stupid idea if we found out?", I asked.
He smiled vaguely, but it absolutely did not look like a rejection.
"I would be most interested to see how far they would let us go," he reflected challengingly.
"Let's find out!", I said lightly, and we shook hands in sealing manner.
I would be interested in that, too. Burning even.
So we resolutely left my bathroom after I put on my boxer shorts and hung my bathrobe on a hook.
Leah and Becky were already up in the loft. The two of them had made themselves comfortable on the huge lying area and were chatting quietly about Brandon's party. Their fingers were intertwined on their chained hands.
A tip from Mom. That was another thing that bothered us. They were getting tips from everyone for their tied up time. We had to fight our way through it on our own! Anyway.
I briefly looked in on the kids in Leah's attic.
Unfamiliar surroundings. They had not slept here so often. But all four of them slept peacefully.
Quietly, I pulled the door closed again.
Marcus was already lying by Leah, propped sideways on one arm.
I crawled to my star under the covers.
"What's that?", I then asked indignantly, holding up the strap of her chemise on Becky's shoulder.
They had cut the carrier and then knotted it back up!
I looked over at my little sister, as Marcus was checking that on her as well. With a grumbling face, he lifted an identical knot.
"They were already torn anyway," Leah said evasively.
"Yes … nope. That's clear!", I replied.
None of us seemed to be really tired.
I snuggled up to my star and put an arm around her belly.
After all, Marcus and I didn't want to go straight to the point, but wanted to see what they would allow if the mood was right.
We chatted about Jenny's performance at Brandon's party.
If it hadn't been for her, we'd probably still be at the party. And much drunker than we actually were now. Perhaps Marcus and I would not have come up with this idea if we had been sober, but soon the opportunity arose for our attempt.
"You were so cute," Becky just explained about a situation at the party, looking at me.
I had manfully defended her honor! Someone had wanted to turn them on, and I had gone growling in between. Well, it had only been Brandon with a stupid saying, but still.
With her free hand she stroked over my face, pushed my long hair back behind my ear and pulled me down to her lips.
A kiss that triggered a small introspective crackle in me. And it lasted ... pleasant and playful ... until Becky slipped from my lips.
We both glanced to the side.
Leah had tried to put her arm around Marcus, but had not succeeded. Her arm was still hanging indefinitely in the air, while the two were very busy kissing right now.
Becky chuckled softly and pulled me back to her lips.
It was not long before my fingertips went on a sweet exploration and pushed under the fabric. In the process, our kisses became more passionate. When I reached her panties, she hissed softly and pressed her thighs together.
Her sapphires sparkled at me. Something between angry and surprised. And as if I no longer had all the cups in the cupboard.
Nodding, she pointed to the side.
I also looked to the side.
I wasn't sure what exactly Marcus and Leah were doing, my gaze had been too brief for that, but they certainly weren't discussing our country's economic situation. Or similar 'interesting' things.
I did take my hand back, but instead I rolled onto my star and pulled the covers up further over us.
I would continue the expedition over this skin of milk and honey with my mouth. Starting at her neck, I slowly and with pleasure worked my way deeper and deeper. It was a very exciting feeling. On the one hand, because Becky was quite restricted by the handcuffs. She couldn't 'fight back' and 'take charge' so easily. On the other hand, there was this thrill that we were not alone. But this faded more and more until I almost forgot about it completely. At some point, there just came a point where I simply didn't care. I heard heavy breathing and suppressed moaning next to me. But things were hardly any different under my covers right now. Becky pushed through her back excited and demanding, while I spoiled her sufficiently. With all the means at my disposal. Well. Not quite all. A crucial body part was still missing. But even for that, all inhibitions and concerns were now lost to me. I wanted only one thing. To feel my star completely.
So I slid between her legs higher again, she received my lips glowing with hers. I fumbled around with one hand between us to expose various things.
"Jake. No!" she cursed softly.
She wanted to curse some more, but that was lost in a comfortable sigh.
It was too late for any serious objections. And it was an incredible feeling. That tingle. The hint of something forbidden. The suppression of the volume, with the help of the fact that we were kissing almost continuously. The only gentle movements. It made this sex unexpectedly intense ... Becky vibrated ecstatically under me, which also gave me the rest. Was usually so with us. To feel how she climaxed and contracted around me was just so incredibly good every time.
Somewhat irritated, I pulled the covers away, at least over our heads.
After all, it had become increasingly stuffy underneath.
"I love you, Jake," Becky whispers as she smiled in love.
"I love you too, my star," I replied to the shining sapphires and gently kissed her lips.
Next us it got louder. Moaning. Leah. I had really forgotten about her.
But I paid no further attention to either of them. I pulled out of Becky, but stayed on top of her. I continued to play on her sweet lips.
Until she jerked again so that I missed.
This was immediately followed by a long drawn out erotic whimper and Leah aggressively pushed the blanket off of her a bit, tugging on Becky some more.
"Marcus!" she gasped euphorically.
I saw her face. How her lips quivered, her eyelids fluttered, and her throat growled softly. I would probably need decades to get that out of my head again. But there was also something fascinating about it. Somehow ...
Apparently, the two were now also finished and Marcus came out from under the blanket. They lay together similar to Becky and me.
But this little activity made us tired quickly, so we fell asleep.
It took us some time the next morning to really wake up.
Dad had woken us up with coffee as usual after about eight hours of sleep, but the caffeine apparently took a few detours today.
By the time we arrived late at the breakfast table, everyone else was almost done.
Dad took the kids to their parents, and we went to shower at some point.
The twenty-four hours for handcuffing were over when we left for our bathrooms.
None of us felt like running.
When Dad got back, he went up to the other house with Leah and Becky.
Dance Lessons.
The coffee worked so slowly, but still I was in a thoughtful mood. I therefore retreated to my room, sat on the floor in front of my window facade, leaned back against the wall and peeked out at the Saco River.
I was sober again and reviewed last night.
I wondered what had gotten into me. I had sex, right next to my sister and her boyfriend, who also had sex. In the meantime, I had noticed that I had not used a condom. Well, that was to be gotten over. I knew biology too well to let it give me a fear of having a premature baby. We were expecting her period any day now, so in that respect Becky couldn't get pregnant at the moment. And even if she did, we would have a very devoted family behind us. So I was less concerned about that. Rather, I was concerned with what last night said about me. Hadn't it been abnormal and completely sick that I ...?
"So this is where you've been hiding!" someone broke through my thoughts.
I had actually winced, but it was only Marcus.
Could have been worse. Dad, for example. Especially if he'd been listening, too. But I could live with Marcus. Especially since he had brought me a 'latte macchiato'.
He sat down opposite me in front of the other end of the window.
"You're thinking about last night," he said vaguely.
"How do you know that?" I asked. Was Dad in the house after all and had been listening?
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
"It doesn't take Edward's psychic abilities to realize that all four of us are in a weird mood today. And there aren't too many reasons for that," he countered, however.
Yes, that was probably true. We hadn't exchanged any words worth mentioning today. Just a casual 'good morning' or 'pass me a croissant'.
"It weighs on you, doesn't it?" he asked quietly.
"Kind of. But not you, apparently," I stated.
Marcus shrugged lightly and smiled.
"It was nice. As always with Leah. But also more exciting in an indeterminate way."
"A touch of the forbidden," I added, to which Marcus nodded.
"But actually. When you get right down to it ... What have we done? I slept with my girlfriend, and you slept with yours. Only this time, it wasn't the wall that separated us, it was just a couple of quilts."
"That's true, actually," I reflected. "And we were drunk," I justified afterwards.
We both smiled, a bit reassured I suppose, and sipped our coffees.
Up to this point it had perhaps really been nothing soooo special, except for the unusual closeness between us. But something weighed on my soul that was much more deviant in my opinion.
"I saw Leah's face when she climaxed," I muttered. Somehow I had to get rid of what had been going on inside me at that moment.
With a jerk, Marcus' head flew up and he looked at me expressionlessly.
A short moment passed.
"She always growls then," he said with a knowing and simultaneously embarrassed smile.
"I noticed that," I confirmed. I don't know if I did something like that. Never paid attention to it before. "It fascinated me," I admitted quietly, seeing Leah's intoxicated face right before my eyes. Only in my mind, of course.
"Fascinated in what way?"
"I don't know. I've never seen Leah like that before. It was a whole new side that I saw of my sister there ... When we as wolves slip in our thoughts, I usually see you. And I can do without that!", I first made clear, whereupon he laughed.
"I can understand that. I wouldn't necessarily want to watch you either!"
"But Becky does ... or how should I take that now?", I inquired pointedly.
"Well. Becky is your girlfriend, your fiancée, and your purpose in life. That makes her generally untouchable for me. However, I do have feelings for Becky. She's a very likable girl. Open, honest, funny, and smart. I don't covet her or anything, but she has become important to me and means a lot to me. Like a beloved sister. And I know about sisters! ... But still, Becky is pretty hot!"
"Hot?" I dug deeper skeptically.
He nodded.
"You realize that's MY girl you're talking about?"
"Yep ... Becky. Smart, funny, sexy!" he cheerfully tried to provoke me.
I didn't even condescend to say anything about it.
"As I said, I want absolutely nothing from Becky. I would protect them while you are prevented from doing so. I enjoy her company, but Leah is the one who drives me crazy in a nice way. Who I can't get enough of. Who owns my heart, as Edward always aptly puts it."
"Yeah, that sounds like Dad!", I confirmed.
We both laughed at that now and sipped from our glasses.
"So ... Leah was fascinating?" he cautiously returned to the topic.
I swallowed hard.
Yes, it had fascinated me. In a way that just made me a little afraid of myself. Again, I saw it right in front of me.
"Seeing Leah like that ... in ecstasy ... how her lips vibrated with pleasure ..., that was ...," I tried to say, still searching for the appropriate term. Something that did not express that I was perverted.
"Extremely hot ...", Marcus tried to help me.
"Desirable ...", I improved him, before I lost the courage to admit it.
Quiet and piqued silence.
The latter mainly from me. I was extremely embarrassed, but somehow, I don't know. Maybe I was looking for someone to give me absolution for my thoughts or something. And Marcus seemed to me to be the right person for that. After all, we talked about everything else.
"She's your sister!" he rumbled, however, quite outraged a long moment later.
That was not exactly the reaction I had expected. Well ... Actually, yes, but I had hoped for something else. Now there was in any case no turning back.
I became a little smaller as I leaned on the floor against the window wall and now additionally hid my face in my hands.
"Tell me you're not turned on by your sister, on my fiancée!" he demanded angrily, by now standing somewhere in front of me.
His voice came from too high up for him to still be sitting on the floor like me.
Apparently he wanted to continue to make his point, but there was a knock on my door.
Mom came in hesitantly, looking suspicious.
"Is everything all right?" she asked cautiously.
"Of course ...", I said and went to meet her.
Marcus, meanwhile, said nothing, but I heard him huffing grumpily behind me.
"Ced and I baked brownies. They're still hot," Mom said praising, holding the well-filled plate out to me.
How that smelled! Yummy!
I took it from her, and she also handed me two small bottles of Coke that she had tucked under her arm.
"Thanks, Mom. Where's the short one?" I wanted to know. He usually brought his creations in person.
"With Esmé in the kitchen and is waiting until they finally cool down," Mom smiled.
I set everything down on the low table by my sofa.
Mom turned back toward the door, but looked at me again with concern.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she murmured.
"Yeah. We just have to discuss something," I said, waving off.
Mom didn't look convinced, but she went again.
I ran my fingers through my long hair indecisively. I took a big sip of Coke before looking around for Marcus.
He was still standing at the window facade, with his arms folded in front of his chest as if he was still waiting for an answer.
Taking a deep breath, I twisted my bottle shut and put it back on the table. I walked a little in his direction and let my arms fall over the railing of the spiral staircase.
"It wasn't like that," I muttered.
"How else am I to understand that you found Leah desirable!"
"It's a little more complicated than that," I speculated, raising a finger in the air in a schoolmasterly gesture. It really hadn't been the way he thought it was.
He looked interested and much calmer than before.
"Well, I'm not blind. I know what Leah looks like and that most guys go for her. But I never really thought of her as a girl. She was always just my sister," I began to explain.
"But you guys are pretty close," Marcus interjected.
"It's hard to deny," I admitted. It was just the way it was. We knew each other before we had really arrived in the world and had always done everything together. We had the same interests and the same friends. She was like me, and I like her. In the grand scheme of things. And with the wolves in us, that had become much more extreme. "Seeing Leah in that very intimate moment triggered something in me."
"You found her desirable!" rumbled Marcus subliminally.
"Yes ... But not for my sake," I tried to say.
"What do you mean? Not for your sake?"
"It wasn't that I wanted to kiss Leah or touch her to satisfy myself or anything. That she was turning me on, or I was horny to see her like that ... It was more like I wanted to give her ... to maintain that tremor ... For her sake."
"Uh ... are you now of the opinion that I would not satisfy your sister ... enough?! And you, of all people, would have to help?!" he nagged angrily, but obviously suppressed the impulse to shout it.
Esmé was in the house, after all, and he probably didn't want her to be part of this conversation.
I dropped my head on the railing.
"That actually sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?", I inquired.
He nodded.
My mood had reached its lowest point, and I threw myself onto my sofa.
We were silent.
Again. Apparently something in me wasn't ticking quite right. Leah was my sister, damn it. How could I have the urge to kiss her? For whatever reason. That was sick! Even if it was really just because I wanted to do something good for her. It wasn't about me. I didn't want to fuck my sister or anything. But I hadn't thought about myself at all. Still, that was pretty perverse. After all, Leah hadn't exactly looked like Marcus didn't know what he was doing in that brief moment. The evidence of that had been more than enough on her face. But Leah had somehow attracted me as if I could give her more of that ecstasy. As if it had been a silent invitation to cover her quivering lips with mine. To ...
Another knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts.
Thoughts full of self-doubt and reproach. But also full of inspiration, what I might have done with Leah - with my damn sister.
This time it was Dad who opened the door.
He looked worried ... He had been listening! A statement that made me turn away from him on the sofa. I didn't want to look my father in the eye with the depraved thoughts I was struggling with right now. It was distasteful and deviant what was going through my mind.
"Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear you two," he said very softly and apologetically.
But I found it humiliating that he showed up here because of that. I was already beating myself up enough, I didn't need him to do it.
"You all made a rather melancholy impression at breakfast, which I attributed primarily to the alcohol-fueled night. Usually you recover from that quite quickly, but your mood remained depressed. Therefore, I was worried that something else was bothering you ... As I heard, I was right about that," he continued.
"Can't you please just go away again!", I urged him bad-temperedly through a pillow I had sunk my face into.
"I'm sorry, but I can't," he replied.
I groaned in annoyance.
"Actually, I stay out of your thoughts as much as I can. This time, however, it seems that my gift may be able to help my children."
"And what do you want that help to look like?" asked Marcus, sounding rather intimidated.
It kind of surprised me. I would have expected something along the lines of Dad having to set my head straight because things were going wrong.
"By talking something out," my dad seemed to smile.
At least it sounded like it.
"Say it and get out," I grumbled.
"You're all thinking about the same thing!"
This now caught me completely off guard and I turned my head hesitantly and doubtfully in his direction.
My dad actually smiled a little bit. He didn't necessarily look enthusiastic now, but he did look a little understanding. And his typical underlying arrogance shone through, because once again he knew more than everyone else.
Wondering whether I interpreted his words correctly, I looked at Marcus. He was sitting on one step of the spiral staircase and was looking quite thoughtfully at another step below him.
As if he were lost in thought and apathetic. As if it affected him just as much and he was thoroughly ashamed of it equally.
"What does that mean?", I looked at my dad.
"I thought I was supposed to disappear," he teased.
I snorted contemptuously.
I couldn't use that right now.
"Now tell me," I demanded.
"You guys haven't even tried the brownies yet. Ced has already eaten two pieces of it and Leah and Becky are enthusiastically pouncing on their plate next door right now," he dodged for now.
Okay, I never needed convincing about the food.
I sat up and reached for it.
Marcus also shuffled sullenly over from the stairs and sat down on the floor in front of the table.
"Next door? What about your dance lessons?" Marcus asked.
I would also be interested. They couldn't have been at it for very long.
"It just didn't make much sense today. Leah and Becky weren't really into it today, which is why I ended class early. Back here they immediately went to Leah's room with their plate of brownies. Then when Bella told me that you seemed to be arguing without saying anything about it, I briefly took the moment to listen to all four of you. Actually, just to make sure that it's not a serious argument or worry that seems to be bothering all of you ... In fact, you are thinking about the same subject and none of you want to bring it up further to anyone. For the same reason. You're afraid that you yourselves might be serious," he ended, while we were already busy chewing.
I almost choked and Marcus chewing froze abruptly.
Did I understand that correctly?
"Becky and ... Leah?" stammered Marcus in disbelief.
"You?" on the other hand, I echoed in his direction, but he immediately looked back down.
Dad pulled a chair from the desk and sat to the side of us.
Somehow this made an impartial impression.
"You are dealing with a very delicate subject. The technical term is polyamory. Love with more than one person at the same time. A matter that many consider taboo. Maybe that's why I can help you with your thoughts. Through my gift I have had access to the thoughts of people of different kinds for over a century. There is probably nothing that could still surprise or frighten me in the minds of others. Therefore I would like to say first of all that your thoughts are by no means ill or deviant," he said calmly.
"Oh ...? Not ...?", I asked in addition. Seemed quite different to me!
"Of course you don't. Not even with you, Jake ... I have to admit that the term inbreeding actually came to me very quickly and I was truly a bit shocked by your thoughts in that regard. But upon further reflection, I would say that this term is not necessarily accurate. Of course, you are siblings, twins even, but your relationship to each other is very deeply rooted in you. You've jokingly said or thought you were one on several occasions. Leah likewise. I would like to echo that sentiment. You are a unit that only works together. Not only do you have a very strong bond as wolves, but you are also very interdependent and reliant on each other as humans. You share so much with each other that I cannot express it adequately in words. In this respect, I would consider you an exceptional case. Theoretically and legally you are siblings, but practically so much more that no law has to touch your connection... On the other hand, I would like to admit that the way you think about your sister makes it easier for me to accept it. That you want to give her extra devotion and affection and you don't want to satisfy your own urges on her. Not because you think Marcus is insufficient for that, but rather because you think your sister deserves that extra happiness. Be it because she means as much to you as your own life and almost as much as your star. Or whether it is because she has had to go through a great deal in terms of love in general."
"You thought that?" asked Marcus quietly.
I nodded sheepishly, but only looked at the fingers holding my brownie.
That was exactly what had been going through my mind. I just hadn't been able to bring it to the point so well. Probably because it all seemed so wrong to me.
"In love, I don't think there is a right or wrong," Dad stated next.
"I can think of a few things that might be wrong, though!" expressed Marcus venomously.
I don't know what he had in mind, but I remembered Mike Hanks and what he had done with Becky. That couldn't be right! I could have offered my own present thoughts as well, but I didn't get that far.
"Of course not," Dad seemed to respond to my initial thoughts.
I looked at him cautiously, but he seemed to mean not only me, but looked at us in turn.
"To clarify: I am speaking of physical love between persons who exhibit a certain maturity and are mentally sane and who, of course, act in mutual consent."
"Oh, I see," I murmured, reassured. At least reassured in this respect.
"So that clearly rules out pedophilia and things like that," he further opined.
I nodded in affirmation.
That was definitely sick!
"I would agree with that ... Well, as I said, I see no right or wrong behavior, provided that the concept of love actually continues to apply. At most, there are sexual preferences, inclinations, desires, or fantasies … I assume you're familiar with the film adaptations of 'Fifty Shades of Grey', or at least know what they're about?"
"Yep ... Seen it," I admitted.
"Ditto ...", Marcus also agreed.
We smirked at each other, barely lifting our heads.
But I could hear Dad smirking, too.
"Of course," he muttered amusedly. "The books, by the way, were far more ... extensive and detailed," he noted, and now my gaze darted to him after all.
Incredulous. My dad, the one hundred and twenty-three year old moralizer, read Sadomaso novels?
"Rose had them lying around, and they were bestsellers. You have to have read something like that, even if it's not necessarily of literary value. Just so you can have a say, of course," he justified himself.
"Yeah, sure," was all I said.
"Very well. I come to speak about this film because it can serve us very well as an example of a rather idiosyncratic form of sexual preference. Sadomasochism. But also outside the ... playroom ... there was an action, if you remember it. This was about the protagonist coming to terms with this form of sexuality that is unfamiliar to her. She has considerable reservations about it, but she agrees to try it out and actually makes friends with it. Something she never thought she would like beforehand ... My point is that you can't develop a liking or even a disliking for something unless you've tried it."
"Sort of like you can't say you don't like fish or anything if you've never eaten fish before," Marcus remarked, to which Dad nodded in acknowledgement.
"There are many things within the bedroom that are never spoken about because they are considered 'not normal.' You have inhibitions about talking about it because the other person might classify you as pathological. So many things remain pure fantasies. Some of them can be harmless in nature. There are still people today who find it exciting or even rebellious when the light stays on in the bedroom," Dad smiled and we joined in the laughter.
I thought that was really funny.
"There are the most diverse preferences and inclinations that can be practiced. It often happens that a partner surrenders to the preferences of the other without enjoying it themself. Out of love for this partner and because it does not repel one completely. Others look for someone outside of a relationship to live out their fantasies, without burdening the otherwise very well-functioning and perhaps also very loving and consistent partnership by an inclination."
"And some people get paid well for it," Marcus interjected, chuckling.
I laughed as well.
We were once accidentally stumbled across an ad in the newspaper in which a dominatrix offered her services. Quite discreetly. For appropriate payment, of course. We were still wondering what she probably had for an hourly wage.
Dad nodded in amusement.
"Over time, people have changed their attitudes about sex in general, and moral principles have loosened a lot," Dad then continued. "After that movie, a lot of people ran to the hardware stores to re-enact the scenes. Often it ended up that the ambulance and/or the fire department had to come because people were not familiar with how to handle zip ties and such in that way. But during this time, the film has actually helped people talk more openly about sexual desires. For example, toys of various kinds in the bedroom are no longer an exception ... But also your thoughts are no rarity. Depending on the constellation, the male side of society is much more skeptical about this than the female side. Many ladies would at least want to try it out, to be teased and pampered by two partners. For men, the desire is mostly focused on having two ladies at their disposal. It is a relatively widespread fantasy, which is just very often not expressed ... Like right now among you!"
"So you're thinking about it too?", I stated muttering to Marcus.
"Did I have a choice?" he mumbled back. "Honestly, it sounds like you're trying to encourage us to jump into bed as a foursome," but then Marcus said to Dad a little more boldly.
"I have no authority to advise you in this regard, or to interfere in your love lives in general. I'd prefer to stay out of it altogether!" he clarified, running an embarrassed hand through his wild hair with a bittersweet grin on his lips.
I smirked.
The thing about staying out of it hadn't necessarily worked out for him now.
"But I would also like to tell you that not every fantasy is there to be acted out. Regardless of whether it is erotic or perhaps completely different things. A parachute jump for example. Or the lucrative offer to take part in a Hollywood film. It doesn't matter. You can imagine many things, imagine them in detail and declare them as a wish. Every person's thoughts are completely free. But to actually accept a binding offer with the same wording is something completely different ... ... Let's say - just as an example - two angels from 'Victoria's Secret' would knock on your door right now and make you a serious offer for a liaison. Would you accept? ..." Dad asked emphatically.
Involuntarily, I looked at the door and sharply sucked in air between my teeth while running my fingers through my hair.
"... Or would your heart, as they say, go into your pants?" he added with a smile.
I nodded.
It would probably. Even if I were neither wolf ... nor minted ... nor spoken for.
"That would be ...", Marcus also pondered. "The idea of it would be quite ... but would one go through with it? I have no idea."
"The same applies to the parachute jump, when you are standing at the open hatch in the airplane at an altitude of 10,000 feet ... For some things, you simply don't have the character traits, even if you have imagined and imagined it so beautifully in advance. Some things therefore simply remain a fantasy, with which one is then quite satisfied," Dad said in conclusion.
"So ...", I began indeterminately and was still thinking about what I actually wanted to say. How I should interpret everything he had said.
"The reason I ended up coming to you guys is because it's important to me that you guys can talk openly to each other. No matter what the subject is," Dad explained further. "However, since you are dealing with a very specific matter right now, you should include in your thoughts those who are equally affected by it. Every opinion on this is to be respected and you can only find out together what you are equally comfortable with. Everyone feels differently and has their own principles and preferences. You should talk about this and be responsive to each other. The main thing is that no one is persuaded to do anything. You have every right to find out your preferences. No matter how they will develop ... Of course, it shocks me and my old-fashioned views that you are thinking about such a topic. Especially since you and Leah are related by blood ..."
Of course, he looked at me as he did so.
"... What you ultimately do or do not do is not my decision, but is entirely up to you. I merely want to encourage you to talk about your needs. My personal opinion on the matter is irrelevant and of no consequence."
"Have you ever thought about something like that?", I asked cautiously.
"No, I didn't. My moral views are too deeply rooted. Keep in mind that I come from a completely different time. In that one did not speak about such things and any even remotely erotic thought was a sin ... And you turned out the lights, of course," he smirked. "As I said, Jake, I can somewhat understand your intention. We do occasionally come up against physical limitations due to our anatomy, and we can't always do for our partners what we would want to do to make them happy. However, as an immortal being, I am in a somewhat more hands-free position and can handle such problems differently," he followed up.
I smirked, looking sheepishly at the floor.
But it was also sometimes difficult to get everything coordinated the way you imagined it! In the movies, it always looked very simple. In reality, however, some things had to fall by the wayside.
"That's where a few more hands would come in handy?" muttered Dad, so I must have been turning bright red. "Well then. I've stolen enough of your time from the weekend. Talk to your girls. Maybe they will shoot you down in flames if you even hint at this topic. Then again, maybe they won't. You'll only find out if you talk to each other about it," he rose cheerfully from the chair and was about to turn toward the door.
"Are you going to tell Mom about this?", I remembered to ask, though. Sounded a little panicky for sure!
"No. I prefer to keep this very confidential, especially since we were only talking about possibilities and not facts worth mentioning," he looked meekly into my face and then left.
"Thank you!", I called after him a little delayed. Thank you that he was such a great dad, with whom you could also talk about something like that. I was still infinitely embarrassed, but it could have been worse.
The infinite silence had returned to my room without Dad.
"What do you think?", I asked as I took another brownie from my plate. Well. Half of the last one.
"I ... think I understand what you were trying to tell me now," he reflected haltingly, reaching for his bottle of Coke.
He drank a big gulp and then took the remaining half of the brownie.
"Fantasies," he murmured, musing. "Is it a fantasy, or are you really thinking about trying this?"
"I don't know ... It would be pretty intense ... But I don't think I'll ever forget Leah's face again. And that was just the rash of me even thinking about it. Even imagined it."
"Could you really fuck your own sister?"
"I didn't think of it that way," I rumbled, getting up from the sofa irritably.
I ran my hands through my hair and went back to the windows. Indecisive and in a way grumpy, I looked out at the Saco River.
I was especially annoyed by this word ... 'fuck'. It sounded so degrading and did not fit at all into this situation for me. What went through my head had more to do with sensuality and devotion. An intoxication through sensual sensations that went beyond what Leah had known so far.
"Seems like we should work out some incidental details there," I heard him say encouragingly.
Fact. Encouraging.
I took one deep breath to get rid of my aggression.
He asked a simple question, which really wasn't too far-fetched, and I ticked away. That's not how Dad had imagined talking, and apparently Marcus was at least willing to listen to me.
So I turned back to him.
He was sitting on the spiral staircase again, which was sort of standing around in the middle of the room.
But he smiled in a relaxed way.
"I don't plan to have sex with my sister," I clarified first.
He merely nodded in response.
I trotted to the stairs and sat with him.
" Until last night, I never thought about sleeping with Becky with anyone else in the same room. Let alone that someone would join in. I don't know anything like that about myself, and I didn't think I'd ever reconsider that opinion. How does it look like with you?", I began to explain concretely and asked for.
"Basically the same ... Like Edward with his examples. What guy hasn't even thought about having two girls at the same time. But I mean, those are just silly fantasies that you don't really mean. Like imagining having a thing with a world-famous actress or something," he countered.
"Or a 'Victoria's Secret' angel," I added.
Marcus nodded with an affirmative chuckle.
"But then you saw Leah," he then said.
Now I nodded.
"She's my sister. Apart from Becky, the most important person in my life. Never have I had any desire for her. Not even when I've witnessed her sensations in her thoughts. Having sex with her I imagine would be quite ... strange and I don't think I could. After all, that wasn't what was going through my mind when I saw her tonight. It was really just that I wanted to maintain that feeling for her somehow. In my mind, she might experience something unprecedented," I admitted, although I was aware that this already sounded rather naive and even presumptuous.
"If such a thought already occurs to you with Leah, what about Becky? With the girl who means everything to you? Hasn't such a thought crossed your mind with her? About not having enough hands to give her everything you want?" he asked intently.
"The thought came right after," I admitted. "Becky's eyes always sparkle when she climaxes. But when I looked from Leah to Becky again, the sapphires had already burned up. I wished it was in my physical power to be able to make that sparkle last longer. It's always just a brief moment before it disappears again."
"So your basic thinking is along the lines of giving special attention to one of our girls at a time. And that at all times. Before, during, and after. Am I understanding this correctly?"
"Yeah, I guess that's one way to sum it up," I confirmed.
"I have a ... logistical question about that. There are four of us, two couples. If we concentrate on one of our girls, a couple of them will fall by the wayside, because they're also looking after the one girl."
"I hadn't thought about it that directly then, but I guess so," I nodded.
"But what you're imagining is this one of our girls experiencing something that literally transports her to whole new dimensions ..."
I nodded again.
"... I think I could cope with that. Wouldn't constantly happen so that one of us comes up short, but instead gives the girls an ... explosive experience ... But! ..." He cleared his throat. "... That would then require me to devote myself to Becky as well, wouldn't it? Can you even let that happen?"
"Would you even want to?"
He mulled it over for a moment while I skeptically noted the amount of time he was mulling it over. Had been quite short!
"I suppose there would be worse things you could ask me to do," he then replied also.
Somewhere inside me there was a little spark of jealousy, but my curiosity was stronger.
"You don't seem to mind that much, for never having thought of such a thing before," I stated.
He smirked.
"You can obviously thank my father for that."
"Huh ...?"
"I had a talk with Jasper once after it came out with you guys how my dad really treated me. He thinks my time as a rebel who drinks, picks fights, and does drugs would be on his head. That being said, I would probably rebel against his parenting for the rest of my life. In my own way. He held very backward and conservative views on love, affection, and the like. Especially in public, but - as my ma once admitted over too much wine - that apparently applied in their bedroom as well. That was the basis of his parenting views, which he tried to implement against me by sheer force. Jazz thinks that I would be more open-minded about anything to do with sex and love than others would be. Just to come down on my father afterwards like a ton of bricks."
"Sounds strange to me," I commented.
"Yep ... That's what I said ... But looking back, maybe I should agree with him. I've never had any trouble with sex once I got over my education point. So, that something might be uncomfortable for me if I do it. Unusual places, talking about it or whatnot. So it's easy for me to take your thoughts seriously. That you're basically thinking about a foursome, whatever. Let's see what we'll actually think of it in practice. But Leah is your sister. That's actually what shocked me so much earlier."
"Well, what can I say. No thought of anything like that until now ... But if you look at it the way Dad said it, how strong our connection is, it's not really that bad, is it? Leah and I already share so much with each other, why not the people we love?", I pondered.
Marcus suddenly chuckled disproportionately, but he also explained it immediately, so I chuckled along.
He had remembered long ago meeting one night in our kitchen. My 'declaration of love' to him, when I had explained that Leah's sensations were partly transferred to me, without my being able to do anything about it.
"Maybe an action like this will take you to a level you didn't think possible. Who knows? In your strange world of myths, some things run fishy," he teased me.
"It's possible," was all I said.
"But back to the topic at hand. It's like I said earlier and how you seem to feel about Leah. I'm aware that Becky is pretty hot, but she has no particular effect on me because she belongs to you. But we're actually not related. I don't know how easy it would really be for me to touch your star. Would I even like it."
"Until yesterday, I probably would have broken your neck if you had even thought of it," I clarified bitingly.
"To assume ... And your answer to my question?"
"Today, the world looks a little different. It would definitely take me overcoming, but ultimately it would be up to Becky."
"To take your concerns out of your sails right from the start. My 'favor' has limits. No matter what I would do to Becky, I don't think I could disregard my conscience enough to really go to the extreme. Kissing and touching her is one thing, everything else is quite another. I think that would be too heavy for me. I'm sure the two of them wouldn't want to go along with it either," Marcus thought seriously.
"I can't imagine it either, actually," I agreed.
"So, in summary, do you really and seriously want to talk to Leah and Becky about this?", Marcus wanted to know in conclusion.
I let it run through my head again.
Especially the part about Dad saying that some fantasies should just stay fantasies because you weren't the type for whatever.
"Yes," I then went on, though. "I need to know what they have to say about this. I'll never get Leah's face out of my head. Much worse ... those thoughts will haunt me forever. Even if we end up really just talking about it, at least I need certainty."
Marcus nodded seriously.
"Then we should go over there!"
We gave each other a sealing nod and got up from the stairs.
"Maybe they'll shoot us down in flames if we even start doing that," I reasoned.
"I don't think so. Edward would certainly have spoken to us very differently if the two of them were completely averse to it," Marcus said, however.
We walked in the direction of my room door.
On the way, I stopped, startled, and in the heat of the moment, hit Marcus hard in the stomach to stop him, when I thought of something else.
"And what do we do if they don't just want to be pampered? If they want to take command and just do their thing?" came to mind in a panic. That's exactly what had actually set everything in motion in the first place. That they were finally at our mercy because of the handcuffs.
Marcus exhaled with a hiss.
Whether it was because of my punch or my question, I couldn't tell.
"Oh damn ...," he said after a moment, rubbing over his belly.
Had to have hurt.
Then he raised a very very stern index finger, which he practically held in front of my face, and he made such a strange face that I was still wondering whether I should laugh about it or be intimidated.
I actually backed away a little as he continued to come toward me.
"Whatever happens over there, I will neither kiss you nor grope you in any way! And the same applies obligingly also to you!", he rumbled emphatically and deadly serious.
"Then we have that settled!", I confirmed with a grin. It totally met my opinion, but I laughed at his way of telling me. No matter how scared I was of myself that day, I wasn't gay or bi. To grope another guy was so not my intention and my neck hairs stood up in disgust at the idea.
Then we clasped our hands together in a sealing gesture, nodded our heads in affirmation, and turned toward the door.
We barely got three steps before I heard both of our cell phones beeping.
A text message in our little family chat.
Mom and Dad were swimming with Ced over there - if we were up for that as well - and they would drive straight to Saco from there. We were to contact them about dinner if needed.
"I wonder if Edward set it up that way because of us? So that he's pretty far away from us?" Marcus pondered.
I nodded with a grin.
Was certainly so. He certainly didn't want to hear how the rags would fly here immediately because of my thoughts. Because I counted on it rock solid.
We walked over and our girls sat facing each other on the small sofa.
Their mood seemed to have visibly risen compared to this morning. They were laughing merrily. And there were still two brownies left.
We sat down with our respective fiancés, put an arm around them, Becky snuggled up to me and I kissed her first. A contented sigh sounded in unison.
My star. I had had so little of her all weekend so far, so it generally did me good to have her so close now.
"You look much more composed than you did at breakfast," Becky noted, running her fingers through my hair to sweep it back a bit.
"Because I am. I've been struggling with some thoughts that have been really scary to myself. But in the meantime, Marcus and I have talked about it and I'm coming to terms with it better," I explained, without naming the exact topic.
I wasn't sure how I wanted to start from that yet.
"Edward also told us a few things about it, which helped us to see it in a less pessimistic light," added Marcus.
Our girls kind of looked at each other furtively and suppressed a chuckle, both of which made them a little red around the nose.
"He was with us, too, but only briefly," Becky said.
"We shouldn't be ashamed and talk to each other. That was basically his statement," Leah mumbled sheepishly.
Completely flabbergasted, Marcus and I looked at each other.
It sounded a lot like they were really thinking about the same thing.
"What ... was that ... statement for?", I cautiously echoed.
The two chuckled jitterily and turned shyly to the side. They both hid their eyes and the blush on their faces with one hand, but looked at each other briefly in between. I thought it was kind of cute how shy they could act, whereas they were never really like that otherwise. It made me smile a lot.
"You can talk to us about anything. There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Marcus said before me, no less amused by the two of them.
"We're definitely not going to laugh at you or anything. Because from the sound of it - also because of Dad - you seem to have been mulling over the same thing as us," I confirmed afterwards.
I was pretty sure of that.
Leah and Becky took another moment to calm down.
Maybe they were still gathering their courage or something.
But then they took each other by the hand and stood up. They stood behind the low table and looked at us, continuing to hold hands. Alternately, their gazes passed over Marcus and me until they could finally said goodbye to their silly chuckles.
"I had a rather strange idea tonight when we were lying up there next to each other that wouldn't let me go," Becky began to say.
I raised an eyebrow in interest and surprise at the same time.
"It wasn't necessarily an idea," Leah improved, to which Becky nodded in agreement. "Rather, we did something that you didn't seem to notice ... And we kind of liked it. That's what we've been thinking about all day today. What that means is that we liked it. Although, basically, it wasn't really anything special."
"But we liked the idea of being able to have done more even better. That scared us a little," Becky admitted.
"What did you do?" asked Marcus cautiously to this, which interested me just as much.
What the hell was I missing when I was drowning in milk and honey?
The girls looked at each other, turned to each other and said or did nothing for a long time.
As if they were still weighing how to explain it.
But then Leah lifted her hand. Placed it against my star's cheek. Tenderly ran her fingertips over her face and Becky did the same. They playfully ran over each other's lips, gently kissing the fingers that brushed against them.
There was something sensual about it, as if they were showing each other their silent affection.
"We did that," Leah murmured, not interrupting her petting sessions.
"But we had wished for something else," Becky breathed timidly.
She nodded barely noticeably. Invitingly. Conveying her agreement. Whatever. But she closed her eyes, leaned forward, and our girlfriends kissed.
My jaw dropped.
That was my only reaction for a long time, while the girls were not bothered at all by our presence. They simply carried on.
It started tentatively, as if they were still testing for themselves what they thought of it. It fascinated me. And yes, it turned me on like a beast.
At some point I got a blow from the side against my shoulder.
Marcus. Completely forgotten.
"Are you just going to watch?!" he asked in a whisper, seemingly unable to take his eyes off the two of them.
I also found it difficult.
So I merely shook my head.
Lethargically, we got up and went to them, but neither of us seemed to know quite how to play along. I also wondered whether we were wanted there at all.
I stood by Becky, hugged her from behind with one arm and began to brush her hair out of her nape with the other, kissing her there.
That always pleased my star. As it looked, even now that her head fell back, and she offered me so more skin.
I continued to caress and work my way to her sweet lips.
However, the hand that was around her belly was moved at some point. Becky pulled on it and guided my hand. Until she was on the arm of my sister.
I opened my eyes.
Leah detached herself from Marcus' lips and I looked into her chocolate eyes.
Desire was clear in them, but so was something else. Something that had tormented me all day. The doubt of whether it would be right, even though the wish was there. The wish to give her more than what Marcus alone was capable of. All doubt was gone the moment our lips met. I felt all three of them around me. Leah's lips on mine, soft and warm. Becky snuggled backwards against me, playing in my hair and it tingled under my skin. Marcus I noticed on my arm, using it to pull Becky a little toward him. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling that made me giddy for a brief moment. A feeling of ... I couldn't explain it.
But immediately I had all my senses back.
"It feels so right," Leah murmured, leaning against Marcus a bit, looking at me and holding Becky.
"We are one!", I confirmed in a whisper.
"All four of us!" declared Marcus, murmuring softly.
"Maybe always," Becky speculated, mumbling.
"So that's what you guys thought of?" chuckled Leah.
"You seem to be, too!" defended Marcus.
"I saw you last night and it really caught my imagination. I wanted to give you more happiness. But you are my sister," I explained briefly.
By the way, all four of us had not really detached from each other.
"That's how each other felt when we saw each other around the quilts," Becky admitted.
"Then let's make you happy!", I determined and gave my star a quick kiss on the lips.
"Which one of the two?" Marcus dug deeper.
I smirked.
There were the logistical problems again.
"Leah," I looked at her. She had experienced so many incredible highs and such terrible lows in love. She deserved it. More than the rest of us.
She also immediately blushed, which made me chuckle. But she nodded, a little jittery nervously.
I could understand that. I was nervous, too. However, this feeling did not have enough time to manifest itself.
Marcus lifted my sister in his arms and brought her to the bed.
"Go on. Take care of your little sis!", Becky commanded me and pushed me after.
She herself came along, of course.
We let ourselves take a lot of time, no matter what we were doing.
Alone, until we were all undressed, an hour must have passed. With a lot of devotion and tenderness, without hesitation and inhibitions. We gave Leah everything we could. But I had kept my words, I had no intercourse with my sister. I left that to Marcus with a clear conscience. But I otherwise teased and caressed her with everything I could think of and knew. Likewise, Becky played along without any shame, kissing and touching Leah. But also me and Marcus. I didn't feel any jealousy in me. It was as if we had done this so many times before. We didn't have to think about what we were doing. How we coordinated. It just all fell into place harmoniously. It far surpassed what I had imagined. It was one incredible rush, Leah's growls had been heard almost the entire time until we fell into the sheets exhausted.
For a long time we struggled for breath in Leah's bed, two people longer, two wolves shorter, but no one said anything.
What had we done!?
"That was ...," Marcus gasped matter-of-factly.
Then something was heard chuckling. I don't know who it was, but it reassured me.
"Interesting?" so I offered in response.
"Nice?" opined Becky.
"Intoxicating?", I put in.
We continued to take turns.
"Sensual?"
"Perfect?"
"Binding?"
"Erotic?"
"Satisfyingly?"
"Hot?"
"You guys are nuts!" indignant Leah though.
Intimidated, I leaned up a little to look at my sister.
Becky and Marcus also turned sullenly to her.
It had been about Leah, we had wanted to please her. But perhaps she felt that this was anything but beautiful.
I hardly dared to look her in the eye.
"All together, it's not enough," she explained, "I literally exploded!"
That let us all laugh liberatedly.
Especially me, I would guess now so spontaneously. My curious thoughts. But had I really set the whole thing in motion? Apparently, the girls had made their own thoughts ... without my intervention. What was I supposed to think about now? We had done it. But what would that make of the four of us now?
Becky leaned on my torso and gave me a kiss. Then she leaned a little further to be able to look at Leah.
"Your man kisses excellently!" stated Becky approvingly.
Marcus had already leaned sideways against Leah, running his fingertips over her belly. Now he looked up, looked surprised for a moment, but then came toward my star.
"Thank you," he said, and gave Becky a little encore.
I caught Leah's eye by chance.
She smiled meekly while caressing Marcus' nape.
"Apparently I've become superfluous!", I stated playfully bitingly.
At that, I pulled Becky away from him and over me with one arm, got up off the bed, and threw my star back. She landed there chuckling.
I was not jealous, even though I was looking for this feeling in myself for a moment, but I had to go to the bathroom.
When I returned from it, those who remained were lying together smiling.
They were in a cheerful mood, which really reassured me deeply. Only now did it occur to me that such an action could also destroy friendships. Lastingly and irretrievably. Apparently, that would not be the case with us.
So I joined them in just as good a mood.
The only thing that spoiled our mood a bit was the increasingly loud growling of the wolves, who were hungry.
We threw on only a necessary part of our clothes and searched the kitchen.
Marcus and Leah made tortellini in a cream/ham sauce.
Becky and I took care of a fruit salad for dessert.
In the togetherness of the couples one teased each other.
In love as ever, I cooed and kissed my star and Leah her boyfriend. As if nothing had happened between the four of us.
Since it had started raining heavily, we took everything up to Leah's attic.
With the glass roof and the window front on a complete side was namely also rain very worth seeing. Even when it was already dark like now.
We just flicked on a floor lamp at the edge, so we weren't poking at our plates so completely in the dark.
The tortellini were soon eaten, and we lay/sat with forks around the bowl of fruit salad. Music was playing, one was partially feeding each other or stealing it back. My head rested in Becky's lap, I looked up at my star in love and casually watched the rain whip on the windows. A loud rumble made us all wince, with Becky losing a piece of banana she had just speared and looking cutely startled. But it had only come from the weather.
"So ... now let's be honest," Leah then began to shift from incidental chatter to our idiosyncratic afternoon arrangement. "It's really nice how we sit here so comfortably together. But I can't imagine doing something like this with Brandon and Lisa, for example, even though they've been our best friends for ten years," she clarified.
"True. I can't either," I said, letting Becky hand me a grape.
"I really like Lisa, but nope. And then also Bran in doing it. No need!" Marcus immediately fended.
"But you didn't have a problem with Jake?", Leah teased him, chuckling.
I turned my head curiously a little to the side, so that I could not only hear his answer.
Marcus lay on his side and Leah leaned against his legs. Her own, meanwhile, were tangled with mine.
"Less than I would have guessed," he said in my direction.
"Likewise!", I replied.
We had basically kept to our previous agreement. We had touched each other, several times, but that was actually more so that one or the other hand was put down so that it wasn't somehow uncomfortably twisted or squeezed or something. Innocuous touching. Incidental. But not at all disturbing or unpleasant.
"I didn't know I was the type to do that until now," Becky admitted. "Actually, love is a very private and personal thing," she reflected.
"Something sacred and inviolable," I interjected. That had been my opinion about it until now. Actually, it still was, I was surprised to discover.
I shared this reflection with the others, and they made similar observations for themselves.
We were really amazed at that.
We had been four in bed, had lost all inhibitions, but our previous views on the subject of sex had basically not changed as a result? That was curious.
"Maybe it really is just because of you two," Marcus speculated, looking alternately at Leah and me. "Because of your mutual connection ... and you just drag Becky and me into it ... Shame on you!"
That last one hadn't been so convincing now, which is why we all laughed.
"I definitely don't think that's necessarily outlandish," Becky agreed, however. "When I imagine anyone touching me, even if it was just Brandon, it sends a shiver down my spine."
"If I imagine that, ME ALSO!", I growled begrudgingly. I wondered briefly, while around me again laughed. That feeling of jealousy was there after all?
Becky leaned down to me.
"No one is allowed to touch my star!", I made clear again.
She smiled at me.
At least I thought so. Since she was leaning upside down over me, it was not so clear.
"No one?" she inquisitively inquired.
"Okay. No one but them," I admitted indulgently, nodding in the direction of the other two.
"That sounds much more right," she said softly, kissing me rewardingly.
As I did so, I let my hands travel up her sides as much as possible.
Thus began another round, which found its end only late at night. And Becky's eyes had been glistening with ecstasy almost the whole time ...
Thank you for reading!