When I woke up the next morning for just a moment, I forgot all about what happened last night.

Then I heard breathing on both sides of me and a wave of...complicated feelings unfolded. Joy. An almost relief that it had happened. But also fear. That I could lose this. That Rita and Deb could pull away. That it could all fall apart.

Then there was the whole being a sociopathic vigilante serial killer thing. That complicated matters.

"Hey sweetie." Rita said.

"Hey you." I said.

"Is Deb awake?" Rita asked. I looked over and she had the most gentle, contented look on her face. Deb always slept fitfully apparently, but when she slept in my room or in my bed, she slept completely peacefully.

"Nope." I said.

"I should probably go and take care of the kids. It will be breakfast time soon enough." Rita said.

"No. Stay with me. I need you." I said. With one hand, I grabbed the back of her neck gently, with my other I grabbed a hold of a breast. My lips aimed for her neck.

"It's tempting but...duty calls. And Nancy will hate me if I don't relieve her." Rita said.

"Nancy will understand." I said. Right now I wanted to keep Rita in my grasp. I had lost her and with that had lost a pillar holding up my world. Getting her back was stability, joy a return of meaning. This new thing with Deb...it was like a religious awakening. I was a born-again polyamouraist.

I needed my ladies right now.

"Dexter..." Rita said. I knew this was mother Rita talking. I did love that side of her, even if now it was hurting me. I relented.

"Ok. I'm sorry. I'm just...enthusiastic." I said.

"Don't be sorry. I understand completely. Believe me, if not for the kids I would never want to get out of this bed." Rita said.

So I watched her get dressed, which wasn't nearly as fun as watching her get undressed. She left quietly and I snuck out of bed to prepare breakfast. I liked a big breakfast and after last night, both myself and my sister would need it.

This was...a strange new status quo. The whole me sleeping with my sister thing. Harry would hate it. But I stopped caring what he would think around the time I learned Harry killed himself to escape from the monster he made (Me). It was weird, even for me, but ethically, I could find nothing wrong with it. Debra clearly wanted it as much as I did. At least last night. Long term...

More important was how Deb would feel. Deb was emotional. I loved her for it, but it made her difficult for me to understand and deal with. I'd need to be focused and use my decades of experience in knowing her to figure out what she was feeling and what I can do to best continue our realtionship.

Still, this was uncharted territory, and I only had a rusty compass and my considerably bad navigation skills in my corner. And if I fucked it up I damaged my realtionship with Deb, probably beyond repair.

So no pressure or anything.

Deb was drawn out of the room by the smell of food and brewing coffee. Always a surefire way to rouse her, even from a killer hangover. Score one for Dexter.

"Hey Dex." Deb said, rubbing her eyes. She was in a shirt and a pair of my boxers. She looked really fucking good. Great. Now I had my horniness to manage too.

"Hey Deb." I said. She grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down.

"Where's Rita. She out getting condoms or something?" Deb said.

"I do have condoms you know."

"Wouldn't know it from last night."

"Touchee."

Silent drinking and cooking.

"She's with the kids."

"Ah. makes sense."

"...Any regrets? About last night?" I asked.

"Are you kidding? It was fucking great. Damn Dex...you and Rita are seriously the best I've ever had." Deb said.

"That's...encouraging to hear, but the sex wasn't what I was talking about. At least...not exactly." I said.

"Right. The part where you are my brother. I mean...it's weird. Kinda fucked up. Really fucked up if I'm honest. Sick. Wrong, maybe but...Christ Dex also really fucking hot." Deb said.

"Do you love me? As more than just your brother." I said.

"...Fuck. Yes. I didn't really...realize it or anything, but...after last night, I mean, I don't think I can really deny it." Deb said.

"...I...I see. I mean. I love you too Deb." I said.

"The same way?"

"...I'm not good with the whole...feeling thing. I just know I care about you and Rita more than anyone else. That I...want to be with you as much as possible. That I feel...comfortable in your presence and...that's rare because I mostly feel uncomfortable around other people. I'm really selfish. I won't sacrifice much to other people but...I'd make sacrifices for you." I said.

Deb looked away. Licked her lips. Swallowed.

"Fuck Dex...that sounds like being in love to me." Deb said.

"Huh." I said.

"Huh? That's it?" Deb said.

"It's kinda a difficult thing to process." I said.

"No shit."

Breakfast was ready. We spent a few minutes silently eating and drinking. It was easy. Comfortable.

"So. Like, obviously, we've gotta keep this secret. We can't go around telling people we are sibling fuckers ya know? Incest, even non-biological, is kinda fuckin frowned upon." Deb said.

"I know."

"Are you gonna be able to fuckin handle that?" Deb said.

"Of course. Don't worry Deb, I'm good at keeping secrets." I said.

"Yeah, I bet you are. We are gonna have to work out some kinda fuckin schdule. You know so we can have a fair and equal-ish acess to pussy and cock amongst us."

"Deb. One of the things I most love about you is the romantic way you have of speaking. Truly swoon-worthy."

"Shut the fuck up asshat." Deb said, but she laughed.

We talked about our schedules a little bit. However we both knew that Rita was probably the best at coodinating. The nature of the Morgan siblings was such that it fell into a kind of improvisational routine. Fitted around lovers, work, and my "extracurriculars". Rita would be able to make more sense out of it and we could...adjust and improvise if Deb and/or I had a case or I had a "playdate" with my more temporary friends.

We'd make it work.

After breakfast and coffee and a bit of talking, an awkward silence settled over us. I could tell it was an awkward one because Deb was purposefully looking away from me. I felt confused again. The appropriate social procedure for turning your sister into your second girlfriend was...unclear to me.

"Dex...what the fuck." Deb said.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you acting so awkward?" Deb said.

"I well..I just don't know how I'm supposed to treat you, know...that you are my...girlfriend."

"Ew, don't call me that. Rita's your girlfriend I'm just your-"

"Sister-lover?" I said.

"Lover is fine. Sister is too. Just please for the love of Christ don't call me them both at once. That made my skin crawl." Deb said.

"Ok, got it. Sister or lover. Not both at once."

"Anyway there's not like a fucking normal protocol or whatever. You are smart enough to fucking know that. Just treat me normally. All you need to do is add sex." Deb said.

"I think I can do that."

"If last night was any indication you definetly fuckin can."

I slapped her ass. Not exactly the first time I've wanted to do that. I've even done it before but now it was...different. More charged.

"Damn I can't believe you just did that." Deb said.

"Bad move."

"...No. Fuck no. I just didn't expect you to move so quick."

"Should I slow down."

"Are you kidding I want you to drag me back to your bed and fuck me."

"I can definitely do that."

I kissed. her. It was a slow, gentle one at first, but it grew in intensity quite quickly, accelerated rapidly by both of our lusts. My hand was on her ass and her hand was on my chest as we pushed-dragged-slide our way to my bedroom. I ripped her shirt off.

"This was your shirt dumbass."

"I don't care." I said. A hand slid up to grab a breast as my other ripped my boxers off her. She was so fucking wet and ready for me as I entered her.

I fucked her hard. More fierce than I almost always did with RIta. Deb could take it. She wanted it. Screaming for me to go harder as I railed her.

I wondered how far could I take it. Would she let me hit her? Choke her? Cut her? Not enough to seriously harm her, I'd never want that, but just a bit.

The thought of that pushed me over the edge. I came into my sister. my lover. my Debra. I felt a wave of relief and satisfaction. This was a drug. A need. This was the antidote to what ails me. Not my psychopathy. Not my urge to kill. It cured the bottomless hole that I had instead of a human soul.

Debra+Rita= Happiness. I was a greedy man, but at least I figured out the correct formula for my love life. Never thought that would happen.

"That was fucking incredible." Deb said.

"Yeah...I uh...don't usually go that hard." I said.

"Rita likes it more gentle?"

"Usually."

"Well...I wouldn't mind it gentle, to sometimes. But...I like it rough. It makes me feel..."

"Alive?"

"Yeah." Deb said.

"I can relate to that." I said.

"...Would you mind if I was rough with you sometimes?" Deb said. Her voice so vulnerable, but there was a spark of hope.

I looked into myself. Self-reflection was always kinda difficult and scary for me, but I wanted to be as sure as I could be. I wanted to be honest.

The dream of Debra dressed in her hooker uniform and me in plastic wrap came to mind. It was disconcerting, sure, even terrifying. But it was also...kinda hot. Just not the whole being murdered part.

"...I don't mind. In fact...I might want you to...sometimes." I said.

"I'm glad. Sometimes I...want to feel in control you know?"

"I know exactly what you are talking about."

We spent most of the afternoon having sex. Debra was absolutely insatiable,e and she brought this desire out of me. It was rough, fast paced and made me feel completely enslaved to my lust. But I knew what I wanted, what she wanted. I was in control.

It reminded me of my other Need in a way. The sense of utter helplessness before it, but also acting on it made me feel in control of my emotions in a way I never otherwise did.

That evening I went to Rita's place for dinner. It was...normal. Blissfully mundane. Soothing.

After dinner, Rita and I had gentle, quiet sex in her bed. It was different than it had been in the weeks before Debra entered the equation. A veil had been parted for both of us.

Our connection was deeper now that she knew all of me. The part of me that loved Debra deeply. The part of me that was Debra.

"It was...a wonderful weekend." Rita said, breathlessly happy.

"It was. It was perfect." I said.

"I"m so glad. Debra is happy too?" Rita said.

"She is. More than I would've believed. Thank you."

"Thank me? For what?"

"For being understanding. Most people wouldn't be so...tolerant of my...feelings for my sister."

"Believe me. Before I met you two...I wouldn't have accepted it. Or an open realtionship at all but...with your encouragement and from spending time with you and Debra. I've learned a lot. About myself. About love." Rita said.

"Really? From us? From...me?" I said

"Yes. Dexter, the realtionship between you and Debra...it's unique. Special. Wonderful. You both draw such strength from each other." Rita said.

A cyncial part of me said it was two flawed fucked up people trying to shakily hold themselves together. Rita was a wonder herself, though. If she saw something good in us...who was I to deny it?

"Unique."

"Yes. Unique. It's a really loving realtionship. There is nothing creepy or predatory about it. I thought that was the only reason siblings would do that...love each other in that way. You two showed me different." Rita said.

That was oddly reassuring coming from her.

"...What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yes. You care for Deb, too. And me. It seems...complicated."

"Maybe to other people. Not to me. To me, I just find you both beautiful. Inside and out. Why wouldn't I want to be with both of you? You are kinda two sides of the same coin." Rita said.

"I guess you're right. In the end, it is simple. I love you. I love Deb. I want you both. Deb wants us both. You want us both. Seems to me like the easiest thing in the world."

"My sentiments exactly."

I fell asleep next to Rita the Girlfriend. Tomorrow I'd invite Deb over after work and I'd spend the night with her.

Everybody gets what they want.