She came over and lay on top of me. I was surprised to see a big grin on her face. “I can’t believe it. I wore both of you out.”
“Hardly. Looks like Jim’s ready for another go,” I told her.
She almost got whiplash, turning to see if it was true. Catching me in my little white lie, she slapped me on the chest, “You bastard! You scared me to death.”
“Maybe I should help you unpack, it’ll give us a break until we’re ready for round two,” I suggested.
“No way, Jose!” she growled, then kissed me fiercely. “This ride is closed for the day. I think Jim and I can handle it from here.”
I gave her another kiss, and untangled myself so I could hit the head and clean up a bit. I came out and they were still lounging on the bed. I dressed, and headed for the door. “Give me a call if you change your mind, or if she gives you any trouble, Jim. Another go would be epic.”
Karen threw a pillow at me, hitting me square in the back on the way out.
She caught up to me at the doorway, standing in the opening, naked, and giving me a full body hug. “Thanks, Jack. For everything. You know I love you,” she said softly, opening up just that little bit.
“I love you too, and always will,” I assured her, just holding her.
“I think that’s enough of a show for the neighbors,” she said after a bit, loosening her grip and waving past me at the guy across the street, thoroughly distracted from his yard work.
“Don’t be a stranger,” I told her, stealing one last kiss, before heading home.
She stood in the doorway, one arm covering her breasts, and waved to me as I pulled out, before closing the door on us.
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It’s a revolving door: Karen’s out but Amie’s in.
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I had the place to myself for a little while, before Robin and the little one’s made it back.
I wanted to just relax, but the yard was getting overgrown, so I started up the riding mower, and took a quick turn about the property, cutting down two weeks of growth. The yard was big enough that it was a sizable chore, nearly an hour of driving around in circles. And that was without doing any of the trimming.
I was just putting away the mower when Robin appeared at the shed. “The kids are wiped out. I fed them, and gave them a video to watch. How can I help?”
It was nice to hear her offer. She’d been a lot of help with the construction but she wasn’t a big one for doing chores around the place.
“You ever use an edger?”
“Nope. But you know my motto: I’ll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.”
“I thought that was Mae West,” I teased.
“Hey, we should all have role models.”
I gave her a few minutes of instruction, then took the weed-whacker out and went to work. We had the place looking almost respectable after another 20 minutes or so.
Man, my life had changed. Just a few months earlier, I was living in an apartment, and the closest I came to yard work was stepping over tools on the sidewalk once a week. Never for a moment had I imagined being where I was today. I looked over at Robin leaning over to pull up a weed, and eyed her tempting little rear.
Nope. Couldn’t have imagined anything like this.
We were hot and grubby after the effort we’d put in. While we put the tools away, Robin reminded me of it.
“Looks like you need a shower, handsome. Like some company?”
I wasn’t sure where the rules on our house guests stood at the moment. I knew Amie had been promoted to “when available” status, but Robin was still on the fence. I guess she saw me hesitating.
“Just a little fun. I thought I’d stay out of the limelight for a bit, let you kids have some fun alone until things settle down. So it’s best if we take any ‘alone’ time when we have it. Whaddya say?”
“I think you’re still off limits, baby.” I told her. “Beth made it clear that the only pussy in this house I should be screwing is hers and Debbie’s.”
“I don’t think that should be problem,” she answered wickedly. “I’ve got two more openings dying for some action.”
Queen of the hard sell. It appeared to run in her family. “I do need a shower.”
I grabbed something to change into and we headed up to the room, hers now that Karen was gone. It didn’t take us long to get soapy and steam up the windows a bit. She was playful while rinsing me off, and made sure to get a lot of carnal contact in. By the time we’d cleaned up, I was ready for lots more.
We didn’t waste time warming up. She led me to her bed, where I leaned back for a brief oral warm up before reaching into the end table drawer for some lube. Robin took it and got my rod thoroughly slicked up, and slipped a little inside herself before straddling me and sliding me into her tight ass. I couldn’t help but think about how I’d had both sisters, the same way, in the same day. I must be doing something right.
She rode me for a few delightful minutes before climbing off and getting on her knees for me. It was an undeniable invitation, and I rode her ass hard, pounding her for all I was worth, completely given over to my own satisfaction, holding nothing back. I was being more selfish than usual, and God knows I could be selfish in the sack, but I wasn’t the least concerned with her pleasure at that moment. It was all about me.
“That’s it baby, fuck my poor little butt-hole. Stretch me out and use me, lover,” she told me, giving me the complete go ahead.
I loved the feeling, and reamed her furiously. I butt-fucked her until that familiar sensation took hold. Show time. I rammed her hard, finally flooding her ass, while she egged me on.
Damn she was a fun fuck. And nicely available. Throw in the fact that she was the most anally oriented girl I’d ever known, and she seemed like a keeper. I definitely needed to work on her status with my roomies.
Robin wasn’t looking for any after-play. She hit the bathroom, and got dressed, heading down to watch over the girls, even before I was done cleaning up.
I threw on my clothes and joined them downstairs, wondering if I should start dinner. It was getting late, nearly 7:00 pm, and I figured we’d have some exhausted roommates showing up at any time. I reckoned there was no need to tell my girls about the Robin interlude, anal was sort of like oral. It didn’t really count. And unlike her sister, Robin could keep a secret.
I went ahead and fed the little ones left-over mac and cheese, which was a hit as usual. We were cleaning up after them when our errant shoppers finally strolled in. The girls had pizzas from Don Pablo’s in hand which solved any dinner issue.
I went to take two of the large pizza boxes from Beth, but she shooed me away. “Why don’t you do some unloading out back while we get everything setup?”
I took the hint, and found Amie’s car was outside, filled to the brim with bags and boxes. The entire backseat was filled to the roof, and the trunk was bungied closed since it wouldn’t shut all the way. Definitely a successful outing.
It took me a few minutes to get that thing emptied, before I headed back to the main house. I was starving and looking forward to a few slices. Of pizza. Hell, who am I kidding? Of whatever I could get.
Over dinner Robin and I were regaled with tales of shopping and negotiating. From the sounds of things, the girls had found at least 90% of what they had set out to get, and plenty of extras. They were so excited the feeling was contagious.
With all that gorgeous, nubile flesh surrounding me, I was starting to contemplate where the evening was heading.
It appeared a fivesome (is there such a thing?) was not in the picture. Amie begged off after dinner, and after some quick hugs and kisses, I walked her back to her car since it was so dark out, and gave her a little extra friendly goodbye, with some serious fondling and making out before I let her escape.
Back in the house, Robin had rounded up the little ones, sent them off to bed, and retired upstairs, claiming to be worn out from the days activities. Strike the foursome.
Beth came to me and gave me hug. “Sorry big guy. Just the three of us. I hope you’re not too disappointed.”
Damned witch could read my mind. I swatted her delicious butt. “Disappointed? To go to bed with you two? There’s nothing else I could want more in this lifetime.”
“So you’re not sorry that Amie headed home?” Debbie teased.
“Not in the least. I mean, she’s cute and fun, but what is it Beth says? ‘When you’ve got prime rib, who wants hamburger?’ Right?”