“I screamed at them,” she said. “I couldn’t stop it from happening. You saved my life and we did that to you.” She was sobbing. I put my arms around her and held her.
“So our first date didn’t work out so well,” I said. “I’m up for another try.”
She laughed. “My husband might have a problem with that,” she said, and motioned towards the back of the room where a man in a suit sat in a chair watching us.
“I don’t have any problem with that at all,” he said. He was crying, too. “I’ll buy all the rounds.”
The male cop got up and made to leave the room. I stopped him.
“She needs you,” I said.
He stared at me. “I shot you,” he said. “You saved her life and I shot you. You’re a great cop, were a great cop until you retired, and you stopped on the road and fucking saved her life and I shot you.”
“Don’t beat yourself up,” I said. “You thought I was the perp. I was in civvies. I would have done the same thing in your shoes.”
He ran his hands over his face again. “How can you be so forgiving?”
“Like I said: it’s what I would have done to save her.”
I forced the cop’s hand into mine and shook it.
“You said I was a cop?”
“Yes,” he said. His face kind of scrunched up and he backed away a bit. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know who I am. I can’t remember anything.”
He slumped back down into the chair and rubbed his hands over his face again. “Oh, fuck me. Son of a bitch.”
—
Dawn took me home to a home I didn’t know. There were two other beautiful women waiting for us. My brain took them in as we pulled up. 5’7″, brunette hair, fair skin, green eyes. 4’11”, dark skin – Asian, and maybe African – and dark brown eyes. The taller girl was smiling, but it looked plastered on. The shorter girl was crying.
“Okay, ladies” I said as I got out of the car. “I’m fine. I’m going to heal up fine. But right now, I don’t know who you are. I suppose introductions are in order. Apparently my name is John Rand.”
They ran to me and hugged me, and Dawn hugged me from behind.
“Welcome home, Johnny,” she said.
—
They had dinner on the table all ready for me but I had no appetite. They were all upset that I wouldn’t eat and tried to encourage me to. I just drank water. I wanted to know who the other two women were but my chest was throbbing and I was too tired to start that conversation. I might have fallen asleep at the table. The next thing I remembered was the three of them helping me up the stairs and into a bedroom.
The bed was huge. I mean really large. Maybe double the size of a regular king bed. The girls all started to undress me.
“Wait,” I said, backing away.
They just looked at me.
“I have to… Um… Where’s the bathroom?”
“I’ll take him,” Dawn said. She led me to a door off the bedroom and opened it and we walked into an oversized bathroom. She led me to the toilet, as if I couldn’t find it myself.
On the other hand, there was a lot I couldn’t remember. Maybe she thought I wouldn’t remember toilets.
I balked when she started to take off my pants.
“Thanks, but I can do this,” I said.
She looked at me with a hurt expression. “Okay,” she said, and walked out and shut the door.
I took care of business and flushed and washed my hands. That’s when I noticed the stuff on the counter. A mix of guy stuff and girl stuff. I poked through the medicine cabinet and the drawers and it seemed that, if this was truly my house, I was sharing this bathroom with at least one woman.
“Dawn?” I said.
She opened the door.
“Yes, Johnny?”
“I really need to brush my teeth. Which one of these is mine?”
She handed me a toothbrush and I put some toothpaste on it and she watched me brush. When I was done I rinsed the toothbrush and handed it back to her and she put it away. She watched me staring at my Asian face in the mirror.
“It will come back to you,” she said. “It will all come back to you.”
“Sure,” I said, feeling lost. “Have you noticed that your Uncle doesn’t look anything at all like you?”
She laughed. “Yes. Your father was mostly Dutch. He married a Hispanic woman and they had your brother, who came out looking mostly Hispanic. Your brother married a white woman and they had me. Meanwhile your father’s first wife left him and he took up with a younger Japanese girl, and…”
“And… me,” I said. “So you really are my niece.”
“Let’s not dwell on that for now,” she said, and led me back to the bed. The other two women were already in it. I backed away. Dawn sat me down on a sofa.
“Johnny, we all love you and just want to take care of you,” she said. “Please let us.”
I looked at her. I was dead tired and I felt reasonably certain that she wasn’t planning to kill me in my sleep.
“Okay,” I said.
She led me to the bed and sat me down on it. Then, as I watched, she stripped off her clothes. Her nude body was the perfect complement to her gorgeous face: she was extremely fit and perfectly tanned, with no tan lines. Her breasts were not large but were the right size for her slim body and were beautifully shaped, capped with small circles of pinkish-brown and small, hard nipples. Her little waist flared out into womanly hips which became long, toned legs that went all the way to the floor. Her mons was hairless.
“Fuck,” I said. “You’re beautiful.”
She blushed. “Thanks,” she said. “And this is weird.”
“What’s weird?”
“You’ve seen me naked a million times, but you’re reacting like this is the first time.”
“For me, this is the first time,” I said.
She reached down and pulled off my boxer shorts and suddenly I was as naked as she was. She gently pushed me down and back into the bed and up against the little woman, who immediately wrapped her arms around me and held on tight. The feel of her nipples against my back told me that she was nude as well. I turned to face her as Dawn crawled into bed behind me. She’d left the light on.
“I’m Jay,” the small woman said.
“And I’m Mary Beth,” said the woman behind her. She sat up and the sheet fell to her waist. She was more voluptuous than either Dawn or Jay, with fuller, more rounded breasts. “We’re going to take turns spooning with you tonight,” she said.
I guess my brain was working on ‘slow’ tonight because it took this long to hit me.
“We’re all lovers? Together? We all share this bed?”
“Yup,” said Mary Beth. “We had it custom made for us.”
“So I have orgy sex with three women every night, and I have incestuous sex with my niece?”
Mary Beth frowned. “No orgy sex. Orgy sex is when you fuck whatever random person happens to be under you. We all love each other and so we make love with each other, in all kinds of combinations. And yes, you also have a loving, sexual relationship with your niece. Which she initiated, by the way.”
“I didn’t mean to be a dick,” I said. “But this all comes as something of a shock to me.”
“Knock, knock,” said a voice at the bedroom door. I looked up to see a tall woman who was beginning to shed her clothes.
“Hi, Cyndi!” Jay said.
I looked at Dawn, who sighed. “There’s more you need to know,” she said.
—
I woke up late the next morning. Only Dawn was in bed with me, and she was softly snoring. I was spooned behind her and my hand was cupping her breast.
I’d woken up often during the night as four women moved in their sleep all around me, and occasionally switched places to be closer to me. I figured I was living every guys dream, but between the gunshot wound and the weirdness of them knowing me and me not knowing them, I seemed to be out of commission for sex. Nevertheless I played with Dawn’s breast a little while she slept. It felt good.
I pushed out of bed slowly so as not to wake Dawn. After the bathroom I went exploring. The house was fairly large but not extravagantly so, and tastefully decorated. There was a second bathroom in the hallway and four bedrooms total upstairs: “our” bedroom, another one with a bed (guest room?) and two offices with fold-out sofas. John Rand’s name was all over the paperwork in one of the offices. I walked down the stairs.
It was a convention around the large dining room table. Jay and Mary Beth and Cyndi were there, still nude. Cyndi was sitting next to a nondescript man in a gray three-piece suit. A slightly shaggy looking man in his 50’s was holding hands with a classically beautiful redhead. A younger man, short and thin and whippy, sat next to them with a cute woman on his lap, her hands around his neck. Another taller man in shorts and sandals sat holding hands with a stunning blonde.
“Johnny!!”
A young girl came out of the kitchen heading for me at a dead run. All I could think to do was try and cover my nudity.