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Amie submits her ‘resume’, and the sister situation becomes more of an issue.
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Jim and Joe both decided to stay and help for the morning, so we headed back to what used to be the shop, and was now starting to shape up into a half-way decent place to put the daycare. We had some door-hanging to do, as well as some wiring and carpeting. The tasks around the place seemed endless.
I couldn’t resist asking Jim what happened with him.
“Karen made it VERY clear. Robin was 100% off limits.” He admitted.
“But I saw Robin head up there, what happened? I didn’t hear any screaming, and everyone was alive this morning.” I teased.
“This whole thing is so fucked up. Karen had already asked me if I’d fucked Robin. I told her of course not. I was with her, not her sister. I guess that was the right answer. She asked me what Robin had been up to, and I told her, and while I was doing that she took it on herself to try to fuck my brains out. She rode me like a cowgirl at the rodeo.
“Right at the end of it Robin walked in, and then apologized for busting in on us. Karen just told her to sit, then she finished getting me off, while Robin sat in a chair in the room. It was so hot, her watching us, I didn’t last another minute.” He sounded as incredulous as it seemed.
“Then they had an almost normal chat. Karen suggested I might want to take a shower, and while I did, I heard them getting a little louder, but I couldn’t tell what they were saying. By the time I was done Robin was gone.”
“So that didn’t seem too weird, except for the part of Robin watching you guys.” Joe chimed in, reminding us he was there.
“No, that wasn’t too weird. But Karen started asking me if I wanted to do her sister.”
“Not enough to mess up what we’ve got going,” I told her.
“And what exactly do we have going?” She asked me.
“I’m not sure.” I confessed, “But, God, please don’t let it stop!”
“She laughed again, and got me worked up again. She likes to be on top a lot, and she rode me a long while, warning me not to screw with Robin, or she’d never touch me again.”
I gave him a shot in the arm. “I warned you, didn’t I? You got lucky on that one.”
“No, that still wasn’t the weird part,” he answered. “This morning, I woke up and Robin was in bed on the other side of Karen and they were whispering. Then Karen got up to go to the bathroom, and Robin scooted over close to me and cuddled up next to me.”
“Oh shit,” I laughed at his predicament.
“I tried to pretend I was still half-asleep, but she started nibbling on my shoulder, and then when she reached for my cock, I had to get out of that bed before I was in hot water. I mean boiling water. I stood there beside the bed, hard, with a half-naked girl in the bed, and scared. Then Karen was beside me, and she led me back to bed.”
“It’s Ok,” she told me, and then Robin stroked my cock up and down. Like after just a couple of strokes I was almost ready to come. Then Karen said enough, and she climbed on top of me, and started to fuck me, but shit, I was so worked up, if I didn’t have to take a wicked piss, I would have come immediately. As it was I only lasted a little while, and as soon as I came, I had to hurry and take a leak – I swear I almost pissed in her.”
“What did Robin do?” Joe asked.
“Nothing. She just stroked me, and then Karen did me, and Robin watched. Didn’t say nothing. Didn’t touch either of us. What do you think it means?” He asked us.
I laughed. “I have no idea. Welcome to the world of women. Who can figure out what the fuck is going on inside their heads? If you want to, you might just ask Karen. Or just wait and see. But I wouldn’t do anything with Robin, without Karen’s direct say-so. Capiche?”
“Shit,” he mumbled, and we just laughed. He couldn’t help it and pretty soon we were all laughing at his plight.
Joe had to leave before lunch, and we never really did talk much about the night before. Jim and I broke for lunch, and we decided to call it a day for the garage. We gave the girls a tour of our 90% complete job before we had our sandwiches. It really was starting to shape up.
After lunch things got weird again. Beth headed out to her parent’s house and reminded me that I was to join them around 5:30pm. Like I was looking forward to that. Then Jim headed home, and Karen took her sister across town to get the last of her things. It was just me and Debbie, and I was thinking of having a little playtime to ourselves, but she was headed out to do some shopping, and was taking the little ones for some ice-cream and a play-date with some friends from school.
Just like that it went from a house full, to just me.
So I decided to kick back, and watch the Orioles on TV. It was a treat.
“Hey handsome,” a voice nudged me out of my dreams. The sudden earthquake evaporated and I looked up not recognizing what I was seeing. A big pair of glasses. Brown eyes. Reddish brown hair.
“Where is everyone?” she asked.
Amie. That was her name.
“Hi Amie. Nobody here. I guess I must have napped watching the game.” I suddenly started, wondering what time it was. I looked around almost frantically. “Shit, what time is it?”
“About 3:30 I guess,” Amie said.
“Oh! Ok, thanks,” I breathed a sigh of relief.
Amie was sitting next to me. Close. Real close.
“This is the first time I’ve seen you that you weren’t surrounded by your harem,” she said, laughingly.
“No kidding. This place is Grand Central Station, although I wouldn’t call it a harem.” I told her, turning off the TV with the remote. “Hell, looks like Karen got herself a boyfriend, which I guess it probably for the best, and her sister is certainly not part of my ‘harem’.”
“Cool. Sounds like you might have an opening.” She edged closer, turning a bit towards me. “Are you interviewing?”
She said it teasingly, but her offer seemed to be genuine. I looked her over. So slender; she was wearing a short skirt, almost a mini-skirt, and a tight scoop-neck shirt. She looked tasty.
While I was looking her over, she leaned into me, her hand on my chest. I was at a loss for words.
“I know. I’m a skinny boy compared to Beth and Debbie.” She sounded almost forlorn.
“No. You’re beautiful. But I’m sort of committed to them right now.” I told her.
“Beth thinks it would be cool. Us, I mean. It would be cool.” She said leaning into me even more, much of her weight on my shoulders, and she was half-way into my lap.
“You’re kidding, right?” I told her, my arms wrapping around her of their own volition.
“Nope. She asked me if I was going to sleep with you when we were all doing the daycare. She thought I should.” She leaned forward and let her lips brush mine. Strawberry. “Should I?”
My answer was a long warm kiss, that raised a passion inside of me I would have thought was taken care of the night before. Her ass felt great in my hands. Then she was straddling me, and she pulled her shirt off over her head. Her breasts were unencumbered by a bra, and the smallish mounds were topped with the most picture perfect nipples, hard as diamonds against my tongue. She smelled wonderful, my nose buried in the valley of her breasts, and I breathed deep.
She pulled away and I raised my hips while she pulled my shorts down, taking my boxers with them. Without warning or hesitation, she put her mouth over the top of my cock, and tongued the head, while her slender cool hands toyed with my balls, caressing them, feeling their heft. I don’t know how much experience she had with men, but I know she was pretty damn comfortable sucking my cock. She went at it with a frenzied zest, pleasuring me shamelessly. It was only the third or fourth time I’d ever talked to this girl, and I was about to empty a load in her warm and inviting mouth. Hell, I’d been half-asleep 10 minutes ago.