E. Make - Maidenhood Lost

"You're quite a girl," he whispered as they parted.

She smiled, "You dug it, didn't you?"

"Huh?" he tried to play dumb, but it wasn't too successful.

"Balling my sister. You really dug it," she repeated.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," he answered. "But after all, it was your idea."

"I didn't notice you putting up any protest," she pouted.

"Hey, let's not start with that bullshit," he said. "You were really getting off watching us. And what about you and Janice. You never told me anything about that."

"Yeah, I did dig watching you fuck my sister," she agreed, "And you didn't seem to mind watching Janice eat my pussy."

"It just surprised me at first," he laughed. "I just didn't realize you two were…"

He stumbled over his words, his eyes drifting from hers.

"Lesbians?" she asked. "I'm not sure what a lesbian is. I dig what my sister does to me and I like doing the same things to her. But I've never made it with another girl. And I know I like making it with you a hell of a lot better!"

He grinned. "I can dig it. I do dig it. Like I said it was the sexiest thing I ever saw, I just didn't realize you and Janice were so, shall we say, close."

She smiled. "I new you understand. I guess that's why I love you so much."

"What?" he asked, unsure of what she had said.

"That's why I love you so much," she repeated.

He didn't answer. There was no reason for words. He just drew her to him and kissed her harder and longer than he had ever done before. There was more than lust and desire in that embrace, something they realized had been there before, but something neither of them had put into words until now. When they parted, they just stared at each other smiling and grinning, feeling all the warm wonderful things that raced around within them.

"There's one more thing I've got to tell" Kari said, a sudden seriousness in her tones… I'm not sure how you're going to take it. Mitch it has to do with Mitch."

"What are you going to tell me?" he grinned. "That you've been jumping into your stepfather's bed as well as your sister's?"

"That's exactly what I want to tell you," Kari answered, her eyes glued to his face and the blank expression that filled it.

Before he could utter a word, she quickly told him of the relationship Janice and she shared with their stepfather. He didn't answer, but rose from the bed and walked to the door and stared at the man and woman still lying naked on the grass of his backyard-his mother and Kari's stepfather, He felt the strange, forbidden desires stirring in his groin again as he gazed on the voluptuous beauty of his mother's hare flesh.

"Neal?" Kari called to him. "Neal, can you understand?"

"Yes," he nodded, He did. "I'm glad you didn't tell me until now. If you had told me all this only this afternoon, I think I would have gotten up and walked away from you forever. But a lot of things have happened tonight. A lot of things that have changed my whole outlook."

"What?" she asked, as he moved back beside her on the bed.

"I'm not sure yet," he answered. "I've still got to sort some things out. But I do understand and I don't think you're some sort of whore or kinky butch dyke. I still think you're the sexiest chick I've ever met."

"Neal, I love you," she replied throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him hard and long.

"There's a lot of things we've got to learn about ourselves, Kari," he said as their lips eased from each other. "I'd like the chance to learn them. I don't know if what we've got is something that will last forever. But while it lasts, I'd like for you to be a part of my life and I'd like to be a part of yours."

"Forever's a long time." she said, kissing him again.

"I don't think it would seem that long if you were there," he answered, his hands lovingly caressing her nakedness.

"Sorry to interrupt a very tender scene," Janice said from the doorway. "But this did start off as a threesome."

Kari laughed and waved her sister to the bed with them, giving her a kiss. Neal's own lips lightly kissed the redhead's right on the heels of the blonde's.

"I guess this means I'm still accepted as a member of the family," Janice smiled.

"I told Neal about Mitch and us," Kari said.

Janice's eyes darted to Neal's smiling face. "That's quite a lot of shocks for one night isn't it? First you see a man screwing your mother, then you find out your girl's sister digs you. Not to mention that we groove on woman-to-woman sex."

"Just one big happy family," Neal answered. "Except for Marta."

"I wouldn't worry about that," Janice answered, a knowing smile on her lips as if she realized the thoughts coursing through his brain. "I'd leave your mother to Mitch for awhile… and then… "

Her voice trailed off for a moment. "But right now, I think my little sister would like to have her man very much."

Janice's flashing eyes darted to Kari. Neal followed her gaze, watching the shivers of excitement that raced through the tantalizing blonde-haired girl.

"If you don't mind," Janice continued, "I'll see what I can do about helping the situation,"

Without another word, she scooted around, her head dropping to the limp cock dangling from Neal's crotch. Her mouth opened and closed around his prick. Her tongue and lips immediately went to work, bringing new life to the cock her pussy had drained.

There was a rustle beside him, which drew his eyes up from the sexy young woman so provocatively sucking his cock. Kari now stretched out on her back. Her thighs were spread, lewdly exposing the still moist lips of her cunt.

"Kiss me, Neal," she whispered, leaving no doubt that she meant her pussy rather than her mouth. "I want to feel your tongue inside me."

He smiled, reaching out and grasping her knees. As he pulled her to him, she scooted down. Then his lips were firmly planted on her vulva for his first real taste of a woman.

The department store had never seemed so oppressive in the eight years Marta Winter had worked there. Never had the prim and proper air she forced herself to maintain seemed so difficult. Monday was a minute-by-minute torture. And Tuesday was sheer hell.

And to make matters worse, Mitch Mason was gone. Business in two other towns had called him away for the week. She tried to rationalize away what had happened Saturday as a moment of indiscretion. That had lasted all of Sunday. By Monday the aching need within her body forced her to admit the truth-Mitch Mason was one hell of a man and she wanted more of him.

She tried to bury herself in her work and forget what had happened Saturday night in the backyard. It had worked for eight years. But it failed miserably this time. As she showed a new, sexy evening dress to a customer, her thoughts were on how she would look in that dress and bow Mitch would react. Even at home when her eyes drifted to the backyard, she remembered.

By Wednesday everything she saw or touched reminded her of Mitch. She cursed herself. She tried to lose her thoughts in a good book or the offerings of television. Nothing helped.

The cold shower she tried when she arrived home Wednesday evening relieved the tensions a bit. But that quickly evaporated when Neal came in from work and announced Kari and he had a date for hamburgers and a movie.

It took a half-hour under another cold shower to push the vision of Neal and Kari making love from her mind. Afterwards she bundled herself in the softness of a terry-cloth robe and settled down on the couch with the television blaring and the latest copy of a news magazine that had arrived in the mail that morning, neither of which interested her much.

Deciding it was a good night to go to bed early, she pushed away from the sofa and walked to the kitchen for a glass of milk. As she extracted a carton from the refrigerator, the door bell rang. Tightly drawing the belt of her robe around her waist, Marta walked to the door and opened it just enough to peer out. Mitch Mason stood on the other side, grinning and with a bottle of wine in one hand.