SUNDAY STORY: Sisters, Friends, And Lovers

From Literotica by SteveWallace

Discovering they were sisters 

I didn't know they were sisters when I started dating them.

I was thirty-three, and the girls were a couple of years younger, but with different birthdays about six months apart. I met Fran at a graduation party of a friend finishing his MBA, and Sheila at a Sunday afternoon birthday party in Marblehead. Stepsisters as it turned out, but they'd been together for so long, they didn't bother to use the 'step' word.

Sheila was a tall, lanky blond with a passionate streak I just knew I wanted to tap into someday soon. Making out with her made you feel like you were flirting with a volcano about to blow. We'd start slow, just a kiss or two, and then suddenly there she was in my lap with her tongue down my throat and her hands doing interesting things to both our bodies.

Fran was a short brunette with a determination to do everything she did perfectly, including making her boyfriend (me) happy. When we started making out, I felt she was searching and learning at the same time. Searching for the places and techniques that would turn us both on to the perfection she desired in our relationship, and learning and memorizing these places and techniques so she could invoke them later. She got me thinking the same way.

I had been open with the two of them about not being exclusive. After a few get to know you dates, I had standing dates with Sheila for Tuesday and Friday nights, and with Fran for Wednesday and Saturday nights. Sundays I seemed to alternate between the two of them. While I didn't talk about one with the other, I made it obvious to each of them that I'd been on other dates with someone else. For instance, Sheila and I saw the movie Gravity one night; the next night Fran wanted to see it too, however, I explained that I'd just seen it the night before with another 'friend.' I guess I wanted to emphasize the fact that I dated others; she didn't pursue the matter, and we ended up seeing another movie.

I am a romantic at heart. We went on a healthy diet of candlelight dinners, flowers, carriage rides, dancing - sometimes in my small but exceptionally neat and polished Cambridge apartment, and of course stimulating discussions when we were in public, for instance walking arm in arm along Boylston Street in Boston on a hot summer evening. We were learning about one another, and on that front I was very open. Thinking back on it, I was looking for long-term relationship and a marriage partner.

My relationship with Sheila ran parallel with the one I had with Fran on a nearly day-by-day basis. Week One, after meeting at a party, I called and we agreed to do coffee a few days later, had several get to know you dates over coffee and lunch near our work, and agreed to something more significant a week or so later.

We enjoyed some simple kisses together, but nothing to write home about other than it was clear we were comfortable with each other.

Week Two, we advanced to making out with each other and I could tell we were both feeling great resonance with each other. We found we shared many common interests, yet had a few that were independent of each other. By the end of the week we'd smothered first base with a huge load of French kisses and nearly constant physical contact, although I was ready to dispense with some of our clothing.

Week Three, we got to second base with each other. For those of you unfamiliar with the baseball analogy in dating, that meant that we started to pet in a way that stimulated some of the sexual parts of our bodies, more specifically Sheila's (and the next night, Fran's) breasts and my crotch, although everything was perpetrated outside of our clothing. Damn.

Week Four, we got under each other's clothing and even bared some of our usually hidden skin to each other. I peeled Sheila's top up around her neck so I could lick and suck on her breasts, and she opened my fly so she could fondle and arouse my cock to her heart's content. I ended with blue balls I had to contend with when I got home from our date.

Week Five, Sheila surprised the hell out of me when she went down on me, giving me a somewhat amateurish blowjob, but I was in no position to complain. I acted the gentleman and warned her of my impending climax, a move that allowed her a graceful retreat, as she finished the act with a masterful handjob. This was all accomplished on the sofa in my small apartment. When I offered to return the favor, Sheila made out with me for a bit and said, "Maybe next week. Let's not rush things." I accepted this slow rate of progress as the price to pay for being with this pretty young woman who was definitely long-term material.

I'd fallen in love with Fran and Sheila, but not told either one. I think they felt the same about me too. Most guys would decide on one or the other, but I not only couldn't, I didn't want to because to pick one would mean I had to do without the other. Fran or Sheila. Sheila or Fran. When I was with one, I worried about the other. I wanted to be inclusive with both of them.

Week Six, I seduced Sheila (and Fran) into allowing me to perform oral sex on them. We'd made it to third base. I felt myself reasonably skilled in the techniques of cunnilingus, so once I had her permission I truly made love to her pussy delivering multiple orgasms one after another. We were both nude, and I got another blowjob, this time to completion. My date with Fran went along in parallel.

Sheila and I had avoided using the 'L' word with each other up until that time. In the heat of her fifth orgasm of the night, Sheila said, "Oh, God, Steve, I love what you're doing to me. I'm falling in love with you." Amazingly, Fran said nearly the same words in the same situation the following night.

The fact is I was falling hard for Sheila, and simultaneously I was falling for Fran. I started to feel conflicted, knowing that soon I would have to make up my mind about the two women, picking one to focus upon and to date exclusively. Even at this stage, however, neither Sheila nor Fran suggested exclusivity.

As soon as that thinking permeated my brain, another side of me would argue that I was too young, or indecisive, or afraid to make a mistake, or something, to pick one of the two at this stage. I kept hearing one of the voices on my shoulder telling me to keep insisting on non-exclusivity, and keep dating the two of them, and for that matter any other woman that might appeal to me. Any downside to that philosophy hadn't occurred to me.

That devil on my shoulder would convince me that at my age, I wasn't ready to settle down or make a lifetime commitment with anyone, and that I had plenty of time to eventually find a life partner, start a family, and do 'adult' things. Both Sheila and Fran qualified as 'keepers' in my long-term plan, and one of them indeed might end up the Mrs. if things progressed nicely.

The gods are fickle and laugh at us mortals. I had a comfortable bachelor life, dated two of the most gorgeous women on the east coast, had an excellent job that paid well and that I found exciting, and had a larger circle of friends I enjoyed. Hubris is a word from the Greek tragedies implying excessive pride or defiance of the gods leading to inescapable downfall and humiliation.

Things reached a turning point the following Saturday night.



I reluctantly gave up an entire evening of eating Fran's pussy (and to hopefully make it to home plate) to accept her invitation to drive out to the suburbs and meet her family - her mother, father, and two sisters. We hadn't talked much about families up until that point except in broad generalities. Our focus had been on each other and talking about our schooling, friends, and jobs. As odd as it would turn out to be, I had made a similar dinner commitment with Sheila for the following Tuesday evening.

I picked up Fran in front of her apartment at six that Saturday evening and we started the forty-minute drive out to the town of Dillon to her family's home. Some niggling point bothered me as I drove, and it had something to do with Dillon. I had met someone else recently that was from there as well but in the heat of the evening, the information wasn't coming to mind. I put the thought aside to concentrate on Fran's description of her father and mother, and how to get on their good side.

My thoughts were all over the place as I drove since Fran was also nibbling on my right ear and kissing me passionately at every 'safe' opportunity along the route. We enjoyed a lot of tongue play during the drive, plus she was running her fingernails up and down my thigh leaving me with a hard-on that could cut steel. As we neared her home, I stopped her since I knew I didn't want to 'show' when I met her parents.

I parked in front of the large suburban home that announced a well-to-do upper-middle class family. Fran and I stood by my car and made out for a couple of minutes, before she insisted that we go on inside. She laughed but allowed me to 'deflate' until I was presentable. She promised an 'interesting night' if we could finish dinner and get away early to return to my apartment. I liked the sound of this - home plate was in sight. Fran even promised to spend the entire night with me, something I'd asked her (and Sheila) to do without prior success.

Up the front steps we went, and in through the front door; just inside the door, Fran yelled, "Hey everyone, we're here. Hellllllloooooo."

From what was obviously the kitchen, Fran's mother, a beautiful look-alike older blond woman arrived with her hand outstretched. "Steve it's so nice to meet you, and please call me Jean. This is my husband Dave." Dave smiled as he joined us to shake hands. He was a tall, muscular man with salt and pepper hair. Fran's younger sister Allison joined the welcoming committee, and she also gave me a polite hug. We were shaking hands and nodding at each other ...

And then ...

... my blood ran cold, and I froze in position, praying that a hole in the ground would open and swallow me in one fast death-dealing gulp.

Sheila stood in the kitchen doorway also frozen in mid-stride. Our eyes were locked on one another briefly, and then my head got light and my leg muscles gave out, and I sank to my knees in the home's foyer. A hundred tiny pieces of information suddenly all clicked into place: parents' names and ages - the same; the composition of the family - the same; living in Dillon; a sister named Allison; and many more. How could I have missed the patterns - the similarities - the identical descriptions of things? I briefly thought about how I compartmentalized each of my dates, so much that I hadn't compared what I heard from each of them. I mentally kicked myself around the block.

Fran fussed over me, feeling my brow with her cool hand and rubbing my shoulders. Jean raced away to get me a glass of water. I waved them all away, as I struggled to stand again. Dave helped me up. Allison held my other arm to be sure I didn't fall her way.

I did a quick reconnaissance of the faces. Fran look remarkably like her mother. Sheila looked like a clone of her father. Ally looked like a mix.

My knees wobbled again. I realized I was dead meat. I'd blown it with two girlfriends I really liked and had hoped to get more serious with. I felt tears well up in my eyes over my sudden loss.

Fran and Dave helped me sit on the stairs in the entry hall. I put my head in my hands and tried to think of what I could say or do to rectify this really, really, really awkward situation. I was shaking my head hoping I'd awaken from this nightmare.

As I looked up, Sheila slowly came forward until she stood next to her sister. Sheila pointed at me and asked Fran, "THIS is the guy you were telling me about?"

Still not attuned to the situation, Fran eagerly replied, "Yes, this is Steve." She still sounded concerned for me, but I guessed that would change any second to one of rage. I checked the area for obvious weapons. At this point, I marveled that only thirty seconds had passed, yet I knew I had to endure the pain I felt inside before I could safely retreat back to my apartment in Cambridge and take a lifelong pledge of chastity and monkhood.

Sheila turned to me and said in a sarcastic tone, "Nice to meet you, Steve!" In that instant, I felt particularly glad she hadn't come from the kitchen carrying a long serving knife. I glanced at her hands to be sure.

Fran only now picked up on the dynamic between Sheila and me. "Errr, do you two know each other?"

Before I could say anything, Sheila said, "Oh, yes. Steve and I have been dating for the past two months. He's the one I've been telling you about."

Fran's mouth dropped open at the news that I had also been dating her sister.

The girl's parents looked at their two daughters and me with questioning and puzzled looks. They hadn't yet caught on to what had been happening.

My brain had crashed, just like my laptop did all the time. I tried several times to push the restart keys to no avail, but finally I started to get a solid reboot and some of my brain function started to return.

First, I realized I was most likely single again. The two girls I'd been dating and falling in love with would hate me from this moment on, and remember what a heartless asshole I'd been, particularly to show up for dinner with one when the other was home. I thought how their opinions would influence a wider circle of friends and I would be banned from further dating in that circle for the rest of my life.

Further thoughts dealt with my avowed stance of non-exclusivity, not a secret from either Fran or Sheila. Another thought dealt with sex, particularly the fact that I hadn't had a consummating evening with either of the sisters; a point I thought might bode well for one or both of them eventually forgetting this humiliating situation. Last in my pea-sized brain, I had just deduced their relationship.

I mumbled, "You two are sisters? Step sisters?" Not the most subtle or brilliant of statements given the circumstances.

Fran said in a voice now tinged with anger, "Yes. Is what Sheila said true? Have you been dating her too?"

I said with slightly more authority, "Yes, I have been dating the two of you. I have been honest with you about not being exclusive ... even encouraging you to see others if that seemed to be something you wanted. I just didn't know ..."

Sheila interrupted and turned to her parents, "THIS is the guy I was going to bring here for dinner on Tuesday night, except Frannie beat me to it." She stomped her foot on the bare wood floor, a move that caught everyone's attention, and then she fled into the kitchen.

I admitted, "This is really embarrassing. I had no idea ... I ..." I looked between the two sisters, and even turned to their parents for help, for someone to help unravel this situation. I needed a life preserver, but didn't expect any.

After a long silence, Ally, Fran and Jean moved off to the kitchen to join Sheila. I figured my goose was cooked. I gathered myself together and prepared to leave the Henson household. I figured Fran would get driven back to her apartment near mine by one of her family members, and I'd never hear from her again. Just the thought that I'd never see her again made my heart ache.

Dave Henson sized me up. "Steve, give them a few minutes to talk. You did nothing wrong, based on what I just heard. Why don't you come with me into the den and we can chat a little while the women sort out what just happened."

I nodded and followed Dave across the living room into a warm and manly den that was obviously his territory. I felt secure in here, but still knew I was emotionally vulnerable to what the women would say in a few minutes when they reappeared.

Dave and I were silent except for his gesture for me to follow him to his den. Without asking he poured me a glass of Jack Daniels neat. I sipped at it, trying not to choke on the strong liquor. While my head started to clear, no great ideas to resolve the situation were forthcoming.

He said, "What happened involved expectations. Sheila and Fran each had expectations about their relationship with you. They're now realigning those expectations and revisiting all the things you told them. I hope you weren't building any false expectations."

I spoke rapidly, "Oh, no, sir. I was always above board with them. I went out of my way to make sure they knew I was dating someone else, but that I also cared about them a lot."

Dave chuckled, "Well, then, let's see what happens. Now, tell me about yourself."

I'm sure we talked for a half hour, but I was on autopilot, responding to his questions while my thoughts were all about how I could make Fran and Sheila happy again. During that time alone with their father, I realized that I did love both Sheila and Fran. Maybe I should tell them that; I didn't want to lose either one of them.

After some reflection, I confessed to Dave, "I really like Fran ... and Sheila ... a lot - each of them. I guess this'll all end badly now. Sir, I had no idea they were sisters until a minute ago. We didn't get into a detailed discussion about our families except in spotty discussions. I just didn't know. I'm so sorry. The last thing I would ever have done to either of them was embarrassing them this way - or hurt either of them. Oh, God, I'm so sorry."

Dave smiled at me, but I couldn't tell if it was with humor or the kind of smile you get from a jackal before he starts to chew on your extremities with renewed eagerness.

I felt compelled to keep talking. "Mr. Henson, I hope the girls and I can end up as friends. I thought I'd eventually get into a real romance with one of them, but ... well, I'm attracted to both of them. I'd like not to have to pick one over the other because they are both so much fun ... in different ways." I paused and looked at the girls' father, "Sir, do you think they'll still talk to me? Should I just leave? If I have to go, will Fran be able to get back to her apartment?" I blinked back some tears in my eyes.

Dave ignored my questions and asked me, "First, remember to call me Dave; I prefer it. Second, a question: what kind of dating model do you see from here forward, particularly now that your dating arrangements are public?"

I thought for a moment. "Sir, ... errr Dave, many people believe or insist on the Monogamous Dating Rule - that would be that you can only date one person at a time. Maybe I'm not normal, but I have usually dated several girls at a time, but I wasn't getting serious about any of them. When I met Sheila and a few days later Fran, I had been off the dating circuit for a while due to my work and some heavy travel. Dating the two of them seemed normal to me. I wasn't trying to hide my behavior from them. Early on, I think I explained this to both of them; I wanted to manage both of their expectations in case a mutual friend saw me out with someone else. I was sure they each knew I was dating at least one other person. Now I care about each of them."

Dave laughed and dropped the line on me, "What are your intentions now, if you could sweep the last hour away?"

"Well, Sir, I would hope to keep dating the two of them, deepening our relationships, having fun dates, going to interesting places and events, and just enjoying each other's company." I kept the lurid thoughts about wild sex with each of his daughters to myself.

"What if you had to pick one?"

After thinking, I shook my head. "I don't think I could right now." I gestured to the other part of the house and added, "Besides, after tonight, neither of them will want to talk to me again."

From the far end of the house the sobbing wail of one girl echoed down the hallway to my ears. Sheila was really upset and crying. My heart was breaking for her disappointment - an emotion I'd created by showing up with her sister. I teared up again.

I started to rise in response to the cries. I wanted to go and sooth my girlfriend, to make her feel better, to be her source of love and peace, not discord and angst.

Dave put his hand on my arm. "Steve. Sit down. Right now is not the time to be a gallant knight in that room." He'd read my mood perfectly.

I said with sadness and a choked up voice, "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear her cry, and this is all on me. I wish I could do something to make it better for her. Should I leave? Would it be better if I vanished?"

I heard Fran's voice screaming some epithet at her sister, but resisted responding to that too. I felt bad because I had triggered off this sibling rivalry, and I was the pivot point for all the animosity the sisters now felt about each other and about me. What a rotten triangle I'd inadvertently created.

I shook my head and kept repeating things like, "I'm so sorry I created this situation. I had no idea ... they don't look alike. Heck, their last names are different too."

Dave explained, "They came with Jean and me from prior marriages. Allison is the child Jean and I had together. We never bothered to change the kids last names, maybe we should have, to avoid situations like tonight."

I looked at Dave, and asked, "What do you think I should do?"

Dave stood and stretched. I could see his thoughtful approach to the situation. He said, "I think you should stay here, for now. Let me see what's going on with the women. I'll be back. Fix yourself another drink ... and drink it." He left the room and headed for the kitchen.

I sat and tried to think logically about the crazy situation. I had another Jack Daniels.

After five minutes or so, Dave came back in the den. He studied me a moment and asked, "What would you have done if Sheila hadn't been here tonight?"

I blanched at the question, and truthfully answered, "I guess enjoyed a nice dinner with you, Jean, and Alison, and then headed back to the city."

Dave squinted at me and said, "And what would have happened next Tuesday night?"

I saw the direction of his questions; at least I thought I did.

"I would have driven Sheila out here to have dinner with you both." I paused and tried to visualize what arriving at the same house with the same set of parents would be like. "I would have gone into panic mode when I realized I was back at the same house. I think things would have started to unravel pretty quickly after that. I might have confessed to Sheila in the driveway, or perhaps after we got inside, that I'd been at the house with Fran three nights earlier."

Dave saw what I'd just figured out, "So the situation would have come about one way or the other?"

"I don't see how it couldn't. Sooner or later I would have figured out the relationship and connection of both of them. Tonight. Next Tuesday. A week later. It would have been inevitable."

Dave paced in front of his mahogany desk, "And how would you have hoped things would have resolved?"

I gave a thoughtful response, "Well, things would then be out in the open, as they are now. I wouldn't have kept my secret from them. I would still want to date both Sheila and Fran. I like them a lot, and I mean they both make my heart beat fast, make me want to be their protector and white knight, and I see a long-term relationship forming with each. Beyond that, I'm not sure what to say other than I really like each of them a lot."

Dave thought for another minute. I could tell he was also attuned to noises from the kitchen side of the house. Finally, he said, "Come and let's face this situation head on. There's no other way, except for you to leave, and I don't think you or my daughters want that."

Dave's statement warmed my heart slightly, however, I still wasn't sure how things would turn out that night. The only alternative to leaving I could see was what the Japanese call 'seppuku' - a samurai ritual where one died with honor by falling on one's own sword. I wondered if a kitchen knife would do.

Dave led me to the kitchen. The four women in the kitchen looked like an inquisition. They were quiet, however, both Fran and Sheila had knotted pieces of Kleenex in their hands, obviously wet from their tears.

Jean smiled at me, a move that helped me overcome some of my fear. I read into that displayed emotion some hope that things might turn out on the positive side in some way. I also observed that no one had a weapon.

Dave held sway again. "Ladies, Steve and I agree that the situation that materialized here tonight was inevitable; if not tonight, then next Tuesday, or sometime soon thereafter when the pieces came together. Steve indicated he would have honestly faced things with each of you then, as he is prepared to do tonight."

I nodded in agreement, and looked cautiously at Fran and Sheila. I noted they were sitting next to each other, but their body language had them miles apart. Sheila was turned towards her mother, and Fran towards Allison.

Dave continued, "Steve, say again your answer to my question about how you would hope things would end tonight."

Instead of continuing to stand, I pulled the last vacant chair from the kitchen table and sat so I could be opposite Sheila and Fran, and look them in the eyes. As I did that I started my appeal, "I like both of you - a lot. I told your Dad earlier that I couldn't choose between you - I don't want to because I like you both. You each make my heart beat faster in romantic ways. It's not that you're the same; to the contrary, you are both such different people, yet you both complement me in some unique way when I am with you."

I could see Sheila start to soften. I went on, "I can't say whom I would choose in the future, but I can say that for now I want to continue our relationships and the way things have been progressing in our friendships and romances. I'd hate for that to end with either of you, but I understand if after tonight either or both of you never want to see me again. I just hope that won't be the case. You must understand how sorry I am that this happened, and that I brought each of you pain. I care about each of you, and I would never want to bring sorrow to either of you."

I noticed Fran give a shake of her head to indicate that she did want to continue. Sheila then joined in. They both continued to look severe and tight-lipped.

I made a large leap in my thinking and in what one idea for resolution might be. "Maybe from here on out, we date as a threesome - at least part of the time. Other times, maybe it's just two of us - me with one of you. Maybe the activity of the date determines that. Fran you like sports and going to games, whereas Sheila you prefer intellectual lectures or music. I like all of those, so I take one to one kind of event, and the other to other kinds of events. For a trip to beach, maybe we all go."

Jean had moved to the kitchen range to stir a pot of some kind. Afterwards, she stood with her husband leaning against the counter off to my left. I could see them both nodding in agreement with some of my logic and suggestions. I think the sisters saw that too.

I went on, "We now have an open relationship. If something is going to happen, we shouldn't hide it from the other, otherwise you'll lose trust in each other and in my relationship with you, and I don't want that to happen. I feel that I didn't hide anything from either of you. I didn't broadcast that I had other dates, but I hinted at it when one or the other of you wanted to do something on another night when I'd already booked a date."

To my surprise Allison interjected, "What happens in your dating scheme when something unplanned occurs, or when some of your plans fall apart?"

I nodded at her to thank her for raising the point. "We aren't going to be perfect at this. We're going to need to be tolerant of our mistakes in this arrangement. I promise you that I will not be doing anything out of hurt, malice or anger at either of you; anything I try to do will be done from a position of ... caring for each of you. I'm not perfect, and my actions won't be."

Fran said in a soft voice, "I'm not perfect either. I hope you two can be tolerant of my errors, and often my selfish nature. I can be petty and narcissistic at times."

Sheila weakly said, "Me too."

I smiled slightly feeling there might be hope for a future life. "I want you to know that I am not on an ego trip trying to date the two of you. I'll want you to beat that out of me from time to time if I start to behave that way. We need help to find a path that can make all of us happy with what is emerging from this crazy situation."

A buzzer went off on the kitchen range.

Jean announced, "Well, that sound means dinner is ready. It seems like we're all talking constructively, and that things are headed in a positive direction. What say we eat?"

* * * * *

I drove Fran and Sheila back to the city after a long dinner. Sheila had apparently taken the train to Dillon from the city earlier in the afternoon. The table conversation gradually became lighter as the night went on, until we were all laughing and comfortably poking fun at each other in some ways.

I was on guard and on my best behavior with Sheila and Fran, and of course with Dave, Jean, and Allison. I bonded with the rest of my dates' family, and I think I left a good impression, despite the very awkward start to the evening.

As I turned off the Interstate for the last part of the journey into the neighborhood where the three of us had separate apartments, Fran, who was sitting in the back seat asked, "Steve, how were you hoping tonight would end?"

"What a question to ask a guy? How do you think I'd want it to end with someone as nice as you?"

She said, "You say it."

I muttered two words in embarrassment, "Home plate." I wondered if she'd understand the sports analogy to our romantic entanglement.

Fran said, "So you would have wanted me to stay overnight with you?"

I nodded, and for emphasis said tentatively, "Honestly, yes ... but, I wouldn't push that now, and I certainly wouldn't ask you to do anything that you didn't think was right or that you didn't want to do. I would hope you'd want the intimacy as much as I did. I need to think about your sister too; we can't operate independently of her can we?"

Sheila had turned sideways in her seat so she could see the two of us in this discussion. Not to be denied, she said, "And what about our Tuesday night date? How would you have hoped that would end?"

I sighed and hoped I again wasn't sinking myself with the sisters. "The same way I just described to Fran. We've had a comfortable progression of intimacy and flirting with each other, so sometime soon, if not Tuesday, or next week or the week after, I would hope, we can enjoy the ultimate in mutual connection - again taking into account that there are three of us in this relationship."

Sheila and Fran exchanged some kind of nonverbal communication. I caught a few hand gestures partly behind my back by each of them but didn't see enough to interpret them.

As I made the last turn onto Fran's street and came to a stop in front of her apartment building, she said, "Don't stop here. We're all going to your apartment - all three of us." Fran leaned over from the back seat and kissed me. She said, "I should have said something earlier, but we know you're a good guy, and your heart is in the right place about the two of us."

I mumbled something in reply about caring for her and her whole family.

Sheila leaned over to me and also kissed my cheek. "I agree with my sister. I'm sorry for reacting the way I did. I created some false fantasy about you and me, and when you showed up with Fran it blew everything apart. I'm OK now, especially since you were dating Fran and not someone else."

"I'm sorry, but I guess I've already said that a hundred times tonight."

Sheila said, "Don't be. I liked my fantasies ... and maybe they'll still come true some day, maybe even one or two of them tonight."

Fran said, "We talked at the house, and we also talked tonight without mom around. We have ... errr ... a proposition for you."

I sensed some monumental decisions were about to drop in my lap before I even reached the corner to head back to my apartment.

Sheila continued Fran's train of thought; "We'd like to be with you tonight - the two of us."

After a suitable silence, I said, "You're kidding right. You're tormenting me for having dated the two of you - sisters - by accident." Even as I said it, I heard the sincerity in their voices, and it made me wonder.

Fran amplified, "Nope, we mean it. We want to prove it. We'll stay overnight ... with you ... in your bed ... the two of us."

"Whoa! Are you sure?" I think my head spun around on my shoulders a half dozen times like the crazy girl in The Exorcist as I looked between the two sisters. Had they just mutually agreed to come to my apartment and to my bed for a night of sex? Did I dare think that far into the rest of the evening? Maybe instead of sex they planned to castrate me.

I scolded myself for being presumptuous. I thought that more likely they wanted to talk about the crazy arrangement we seemed to be forming between the three of us. I vowed to remain realistic in my expectations and subdue the 'horny man' that I knew lived inside of me all the time.

Sheila removed my doubts in a husky tone, "We've both dated you for months. We more than like you, and we want to spend all our time with you. We think we can stand each other, and further we think we can get over the hurdle of sharing the same guy - you. We've both wanted to make love with you ... and, well, tonight's the night."

I said in disbelief, "So we're having a threesome?"

Fran said softly, "Yes."

I blurted out, "But that's OK with both of you?"

Sheila laughed, "Probably. Only time will tell, but we want to try. For the near future, you've got two 'hot' women who like you and want to be with you ... and be in your bed. We're every guy's wildest wet dream."

I couldn't believe this was happening, but both women assured me they were sincere. I was speechless. Given the mood swings of the past couple of hours, I couldn't believe what was happening in my life. I started to memorize every word and even the locations where the conversations took place.

Sheila made a request. "Stop by my place so I can run in for five minutes and get a few things until tomorrow. You know, girlie stuff. Maybe I'll even bring along a sexy nightie." She turned back to Fran, "You want anything special."

Fran said, "Good idea. You decide, but I won't need a nightie because I don't plan on wearing much of anything after we get in Steve's bedroom." She laughed at her last statement.

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After finding a parking space a block from my apartment, the three of us walked. I asked, "Why didn't the two of you share an apartment?"

Fran held my hand, "At the time I was looking, Sheila had a steady boyfriend who spent a lot of time at her place. As you've seen, neither of us has much room, so I decided to not impinge on her situation. Of course, right after I moved in, she broke up with the guy."

I understood the situation. I had a one-bedroom partly furnished apartment that faced one of the city's parks. I'd added a few pieces of furniture, but otherwise, I think most of the furnishings came from IKEA. At least things were neat, and the place had a modern look to it.

Once we got inside, I offered drinks to the two of them. Ultimately, I made hot tea for three. The two of them sat on the sofa. As I puttered in the kitchen I could hear some rapid whispering between the two of them. I felt like a mouse paralyzed between two hungry cats. The bile of fear rose in my gut as it had since I realized the two were sisters, and now I had the extra bite that something greater than I could imagine was about to happen.

When I went to serve, the girls separated and motioned for me to sit between them. I did with some caution about what would follow.

After an awkward silence, Sheila said, "Tomorrow is Sunday, and you and I were going to drive up the coast a bit and prowl for antiques and just be together. What do you propose now that this new situation is upon us?"

I felt put on the spot. "Well, I suggest that Fran join us, and we learn how to have this funny kind of date together. After our threesome date we should then critique what each of us felt when we get home at the end of the day."

Fran smiled and said, "Ooooh, I like your idea of critiquing our dates. More than that, I like the broader idea of open communication before and after we get together. Something like that'll keep all our expectations in check."

Sheila nodded in agreement as she sipped the tea from the mug I'd given her. After she put her cup down she asked, "What if I want to kiss you or make out with you while we're on a triple date - like right now?"

She had me squirming on that question. "Well, if we've agreed that that behavior is acceptable with the third person - your sister - then I guess it would be all right, but the reverse situation might happen too."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if Sheila and I make out for a while somewhere, maybe Fran and I do too only a couple of minutes later, or maybe immediately afterward."

Fran asked, "And what if you and I get really into it like we were on Wednesday when we were naked you were suckling my breasts, fingering me, giving me head, and we brought each other off? By the way, I really enjoyed myself."

I looked at Sheila to see how she took the news about her sister and my behavior three nights earlier. She didn't seem at all upset, maybe because we'd been in the same situation the evening before I did what I did with Fran.

I said, "Well, the same rules apply. Reciprocity, or maybe we negotiate something if that kind of behavior is embarrassing to the one of you not participating." I could feel the sweat breaking out on my forehead. I'd never talked about sex so openly with one person while another participated in the discussion.

Sheila said, "What if there was someone else - another girl with us?"

I spoke cautiously, "Same rules probably, but definitely some up front negotiation or agreement about behavior. Same thing if one of you wanted to bring a guy into our mix in some way."

Sheila and Fran nodded in agreement. I could see that I'd anticipated their next question.

I had just set my mug back on the coffee table when Sheila pulled me into a kiss. I turned towards her so I could embrace her better. The kiss turned into a significant French kiss where our tongues dueled in the open air between our faces when we weren't smashing our lips together. The kiss was so hot I checked for fire around us when we broke apart.

I think I gasped out an almost silent 'Wow' as I adjust my position again.

I'd barely gotten my head into that kiss when Fran turned my body and repeated the kiss with me with the same results. This time I thought the nails in my shoes might have melted from the heat of the kiss.

I sat back and Sheila again engaged me, this time taking one of my hands and placing it atop one of her covered breasts. She whispered to me, "Take my top off. Make love to my tits like you did a few nights ago."

I wasn't too sure about where things were going, but after glancing at Fran I did Sheila's bidding, casting aside her colored top and then her bra as I bared her chest. I then moved in and sucked on each of her luscious breasts bringing the nipples to a high state of readiness. Sheila moaned in happiness as she cradled my head near her chest.

I kept checking beside me to see if Fran was about to kill me or not. At this point I wasn't sure I should turn my back on either one of them. Maybe they were in collusion to do me in. Fran just nodded encouragingly in my direction, as though I should keep doing what I'd been doing to her sister. I did, until Sheila starting panting with sexual excitement. Eventually, Sheila pulled me up into another kiss, and then whispered to me, "Do Fran. Take her top off too. Make love to her tits."

I turned to Fran, knowing she had watched the sexual activities I had just done with her sister. She held her arms out and we embraced. I tentatively pawed at her breasts and felt her nod affirmatively in the ongoing kiss. Thus, I pulled her top off followed by the removal of her lacy bra.

I immediately tried to bring Fran the same kind of excitement I'd been delivering to her sister only moments earlier. I must have been doing something right, because she started to writhe and moan next to me on the sofa.

As I ministered to Fran, I felt hands from behind me start to unbutton the dress shirt I'd worn to our dinner. Sheila helped me shrug off the shirt so that all three of us were topless. Sheila rubbed her rock hard nipples against my bare back, and I could feel myself harden more in my slacks.

When I turned back to Sheila I realized she had shed her skirt and wore only a small sexy white thong. I knew that beneath the thong she'd had a Brazilian wax job and was ultra smooth. I'd explored that territory only a few days earlier and found the landscape tantalizing and hard to resist.

I pulled Sheila to me and kissed her, running my hands across her bare stomach and chest, pausing again at her nipples. In the midst of one particularly passionate kiss, I allowed my hand to drift southward along her body until my fingers touched to top edge on the front of her thong.

Sheila thrust her hips up at me in obvious invitation to explore further, and so I did. I ran my fingers under the edge of the material all around the small loincloth of material that did little to hide her nether region. Sheila kept sighing and moving her hips towards me.

As this was going on, Fran had taken it upon herself to remove my slacks, at first undoing the belt and fly, and then nudging me until I raised my hips for a moment so she could slide them off my hips and down my legs. My briefs went with them. Somehow I'd ended up the first one naked in this threesome.

I turned to Fran and she had gotten naked too. She smiled at me and said, "I thought I'd skip a step. You don't mind do you?" I shook my head, and then leaned in and started to make out with her.

Four hands fondled my manhood and sack, pulling, stroking, encircling, rubbing, and kneading me to a state of hardness akin to tungsten steel - a 'ten' on my ten-point hardness scale. As I got tended to, I took turns fingering each of the women, taking them higher and higher up the 'I'm-nearly-there' scale towards orgasms.

Just after I'd wondered where we would go from here, Fran took my entire shaft into her mouth and throat, proving her talent by giving me the best blowjob of my life. When she pulled off of me, Sheila leaned over and duplicated the feat.

Somehow we maneuvered to my bedroom and bed. When I was on my back, Sheila straddled my mid-section and knee-walked up until her cleft was directly over my mouth. I knew what she wanted, and so I started to eat her pussy with great delight. As I did, Fran reestablished my firmness with more of her mouth work.

As I licked and savored Sheila's sexual juices, I felt some movement below my middle. Seconds later, I felt my cock being massaged by Fran's pussy lips as she rubbed herself atop my cock. She rose up, grabbed ahold of me, aimed me for ground zero, and then slowly sank down until we were firmly and delightfully coupled with my cock deep inside her. I thought, 'Holy shit, I got a home run - two of 'em, back to back.'

I groaned as our coupling occurred. I was simultaneously fucking two women: one with my tongue and one with my cock. This night would be a peak experience the rest of my life. I kept taking mental photographs that incorporated not only the visual images, but also the touches, taste sensations, and aromas of the minute. I guessed that this was a one-time event that would never be repeated and I wanted to remember every nuance for the rest of my life.

I felt my own impinging orgasm, but before I'd gone over the top, Fran dismounted. Sheila rolled away from my head and the two sisters both came and kissed me repeatedly. Fran asked with a humorous tone, "Were you about to blow your load into my tight little pussy?"

I nodded.

"Well, I hope you will later, but right now my sister and I are going to change places. You get to fuck both of us tonight; isn't that what you wanted? You've given her about six nice climaxes in the past ten minutes, and I want some of that too. She wants your cock where it will do the most good, and if you happen to fill up her tight little cunt with your cum, I'll get you on the next round."

With that Sheila straddled my body, and pressed down until we were coupled and the head of my cock pressed deep inside her warm body. We started to rock together as Fran mounted my head so I could dine on her luxurious pussy. As I did, I again found amazement in the fact that I was having sex with two women, and sisters to boot. Sheila's pussy was irresistible, and I had to use every ounce of willpower not to blast off instantly into her pussy.

The three of us changed positions several times until I could no longer fight the sexy scene in my bedroom, and I blasted a gallon of pent up cum into Sheila's pussy. After our kisses were done and I parted from Sheila, Fran was on her immediately, sucking my cum as it leaked from Sheila's beautiful cunt as she lay beside me. The sapphic display surprised me, particularly when neither of them made much ado about the contact; they'd obviously done this before in some way. I wondered if I really wanted to know the details.

Further to my surprise, Fran turned and grabbed my head with both hands, and French kissed me, forcing some of my own juice - mixed with Sheila's girl juice and her own saliva, into my mouth. I resisted the urge to gag, because at that instant I'd thought about what kind of karma I'd already created that evening when the two sisters found out about each other, and I figured they'd kill me. Swallowing some of my own cum seemed better than dying.

After a brief rest, we had round two, and I finished with Fran, sharing simultaneous climaxes with her.

We crashed in my bed and were asleep cuddled together shortly thereafter.

To be continued

A note about the future. This story will have many chapters (perhaps 30). I will try to get them posted so they're only a day or so apart but that won't always be possible due to my travels, so please bear with me. At most it'll be a week in between chapters. I hope you enjoy and vote. SW."