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Title: N.E.Ting Inc.
Author: dotB
Summary: Helping a friend in need can bring great rewards. How a friendship
with someone who needed help brought Pete achievements that he couldn't
possibly foresee. As well he meets and loves many a 'sweet young thing'.
(Deals with possible artificial intelligence ??)
Part: Chapter 04
Keywords: MF, MFF, Rom, Cons ( Non-Cons?).
Revision: Final
Web Site: /~dotBStoryTyme/
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Discussion Forum: groups./group/dottb2/

ADVANCE WARNING

The following story is ADULT in nature and is about people who sometimes
find themselves in SEXUAL situations! If you are not an ADULT or for some
other LEGAL REASON you really should not be reading about EXPLICIT
SEX and ADULT SITUATIONS then you should NOT read any further.
Of course, if you are here legally then make yourself at home and I hope you
enjoy my tale.

What I write are works of fiction, words on a page, bits and bytes on a hard
drive, images on a screen ... All are there as a result of my imagination and
any semblance of reality that you give them is a result of your imagination.
Whereas some of the places I describe may be real, none of the people are,
their existence is as fleeting as the medium on which they appear. So if in
some way, you recall meeting one of the characters I describe, then your
imagination is even stronger than mine.

In the worlds that exist in my flights of fancy, laws may change, reality may
shift and the sane may be regarded as fools, but to the best of my knowledge,
no animals were injured, no endangered species threatened, and no underage
persons harmed. Since these are flights of fancy, I do not recommend that any
person attempt to duplicate any of the actions described, any such attempt
might be found to be illegal, painful, or downright impossible. Please accept
my words as they are meant to be, entertainment and only entertainment.

This story may not be reproduced in any form without the written
permission of the author; dotB (dottbeeyahoo.ca )

2003/2004 by dotB. All rights reserved.

N. E. Ting Inc.
by dotB 2003/2004

Chapter 4 - Two Plus

The next little while was hectic. We'd wake in the morning to make love in
bed, in the shower, in the bath, on the floor, or wherever the urge took us. I'd
rush off to work and get as much done as fast as I could, so I could rush back
home to make love again. We were both verging on being insatiable to each
other.

Charlene came over several times to visit Candy, but I didn't see her. She
always seemed to manage to come when I was away until one evening as I
was coming home later than usual. I saw her coming up the drive just as I was
heading for the door and I waited for her.

She hopped out of her little car with a smile.

"Hi Pete, I guess I didn't time this very well, did I, interrupting your
homecoming and all? I won't stay long, I promise." She stepped up to me and
I hugged her and kissed her almost gingerly.

"Aww, please? I hardly get to see you at all anymore." I stepped back
grinning and eyed her up and down, "And the way you look, that's a bloody
shame."

She giggled and coloured, but her breasts seemed to swell as she stood even
straighter.

"Your compliments are sure improving, anyway." She laughed.

"You don't know the half of it, Babe." I chuckled, hugging her against my
side.

She just laughed.

I grinned and wrapped an arm around her to lead her up the porch stairs to the
house. "We'd better get inside, if this conversation carries on, I might say or
do something that could offend you. Since I see so little of you and since it's
almost supper time, I'd like you to stay. I'm sure we can stretch supper to
make enough to feed you too."

"From what I hear of you, I doubt if you'd offend me but we'd better find out
if Coffee has prepared enough for me to stay for a meal." She grinned
squeezing my hand back.

I slipped my arm up her back and just under her arm as we walked to the
door. I'll admit there was an exceptionally strong temptation to let my fingers
slide forward and cup her breast but somehow, I resisted it.

"Hey, Coffee, We've got a visitor for supper. I've brought home another
woman." I shouted as I led Charlie in the door and, almost reluctantly, let my
arm slide away from her.

Charlie giggled, as Coffee came tumbling out of the den into my arms.

While we were kissing and hugging, Charlie chuckled. "Well, I sure didn't get
a greeting like that."

Coffee disentangled herself from my arms, grabbed Charlie then hugged and
kissed her too.

"There, does that make it better?" She grinned.

"Well, I suppose, but Pete still needs lessons. I thought at first he'd improved,
but now I wonder"

"Babe, Pete doesn't need lessons, he's just afraid that I'll get jealous. Kiss her
hello, Pete. I promise I could never be jealous of Charlie, so do it properly,
even if it takes a while."

I grinned and grabbed Charlie again, kissing her smoothly, but hugging her in
a tight bear hug. At the same time I slide my hands slowly down her back to
her rump so I could pat her lightly, then I pulled back. I glanced at Coffee.

"That was anaemic." She frowned at me and shook her head. "You've done
better than that when you were drunk and half asleep."

Something about her words annoyed me. It was as if she were challenging
me, somehow demanding that I get involved with her buddy. I think I glared
at her and then wrapped my arms around Charlie roughly and brought my
face to hers while my hands pinned her delightful body against mine.

I drove my tongue into her mouth, then was surprised to find I was duelling
with her dancing tongue. Almost on their own, my hands slid slowly over her
body, caressing her thoroughly. I'd been positive before that she wore no bra
and almost as sure that she was wearing no panties. Now I checked to make
sure that she wasn't. The kiss lasted for several seconds, then both of us
pulled back and I slid my hands to her back, but held her softly as she sighed
deeply. I was definitely feeling extremely aroused. Finally, fearing that I
could easily get carried away, I pulled back slowly and simply gazed into her
eyes, then began to pull away

"Oh no, please hold me for a second." Charlie sighed with a soft smile and
sagged against me. "I need to be held for a minute, so I can ease back to the
real world."

I held her gently, looking over her shoulder and was surprised by a grin and
wink from Coffee .

"See, I'm not jealous and I'm not hurt either." Coffee smiled. "Besides, now
Charlie has an idea why I warm your bed."

Charlie sighed softly. "Coffee, the problem is that now I'm jealous. Jealous of
you."

Coffee giggled. "What's the matter wench, did you get your bluff called."

"Whooooooooooooooooo." Charlie answered her. "Hold your horses Bitch,
I'm still floating on cloud nine."

She snuggled for a few seconds, then ground her pelvis against me before
letting go.

"Pete, if you ever decide that she's gotta go, warn me. I want a turn. Anyone
that can hug and kiss like that deserves someone better." She grinned,
grabbing Coffee and hugging her again.

"Uh, uh, Babe, who told you that you were better anyway? He's mine, but if
you're a good kid, I'll share. I'm sure he has enough hugs and kisses to go
around. Now did Pete say you were staying for dinner?"

"Yes she is, I won't take no for an answer. Not if I have to cook for her
myself." I patted Coffee's bottom.

"Don't you think I deserve another hug for being so generous to my friend."
She laughed.

So I hugged and kissed her letting my hands wander freely. No surprises, just
beautiful soft Coffee. She grinned as I pulled back.

"Well?" she smiled.

"You check out okay, everything that I found still feels wonderful." I laughed.

"Well, since you're happy, let's find something to eat."

"I didn't come to impose on you for dinner." Charlie smiled. "I was just
passing and thought I'd drop in for a few minutes, just to visit."

"Well, since you're here, you're invited. That way I get to spend time with
both of you, together." Coffee smiled back, grabbing her hand and mine.
"Beers first, we can sit in the kitchen and talk, while I make something to eat.
I love my new kitchen, and I love you two, so come on, I can combine my
love affairs."

"Wait a second, I'm still grubby from work." I hung back, "I'm going to
shower first, you two go ahead, I'll join you in a second."

Coffee grinned, "I've got a meal to prepare. Charlie, do you want to scrub
Pete's back? He gives great shower, he even gives extra benefits."

"Don't tempt me, bitch. I wouldn't stop at scrubbing his back. " Charlie
giggled, dragging Coffee towards the kitchen. "Now you promised me a
beer."

"I'm sure Pete wouldn't mind, and you'd probably enjoy it too." I heard Coffee
chuckle in return.

Charlie said something I didn't catch, but they both of the broke into laughter.

I bounded up the stairs to shower and change, thinking to myself, 'That's the
problem, Pete wouldn't mind at all.' Charlie was beautiful, sexy, and turned
me on. A few minutes later, feeling a lot cleaner and a little calmer, I joined
them in the kitchen. As I sat down, Coffee crawled into my lap with a beer in
each hand.

"Trade." she demanded. "A beer for a kiss."

"Deal." I grinned hugging and kissing her, then grabbing my beer.

Coffee snuggled and we talked for a while. Charlie worked an odd shift and
was ending her week in a couple of days. She was trying to make up her mind
what to do on her weekend. Coffee suggested that she come and spend the
next couple of days with us. She could sleep in the den on the hide-a-bed and
the two of them could enjoy some time together. I just grinned, not wanting to
get involved in the discussion. In my opinion a beautiful girl like Charlie
could spend her time being wined, dined, and entertained by young
Casanovas, so I doubted she'd be too enthusiastic about joining another
couple for her days off. I was surprised to see that she seemed to be giving
the idea serious consideration.

"Well, I wouldn't mind seeing you stay for a few days." I grinned. "Of course
it'll cost you a few hugs and kisses, just to keep my little wench on her toes."

"You two can hug and kiss as much as you want." Coffee snuggled against
me. "I'm just not the jealous type. Of course, I expect just as much affection
from each of you."

Charlie grinned. "This sounds like a win-win situation, but I'll still have to
think about it."

"Well, while you're thinking, Pete can set the table and I can serve dinner."
Coffee jumped from my lap. "You can get a bottle of wine out of the cooler,
Charlie."

"Hey, are you trying to get me drunk, first beer and then wine?" Charlie
chuckled.

"If you want Babe. Get as drunk as you please. You can sleep here tonight,
no problem. I'm going to enjoy myself, but Pete will probably go easy. He
doesn't like to have a hangover in the morning." Coffee was bustling around
the kitchen as I set the table and Charlie chose the wine.

We sat down to a very good meal and then went to the den to relax and listen
to music as we talked. Coffee and I plopped on the couch and Charlie sat in a
chair facing us. Coffee slid to my side and I put my arm around her shoulder.

"He's got another arm, you know." Coffee grinned at Charlie.

"I told you, don't tempt me, bitch." Charlie returned, her face twisted in a
matching grin.

"And, if you got him a beer, I'll bet he'd give you a kiss. I know I would."
Coffee chuckled, snuggling against me.

"That does it, I'm calling your bluff." Charlie hopped out of her seat and
headed for the kitchen.

Coffee looked at me and grinned, "Gimme a kiss bud, I'm going to enjoy
this."

"You're a tease. Poor Charlie." I grabbed her and pulled her to my lap so I
could kiss her more thoroughly.

She hugged me tight and then wiggled free.

"I'm not teasing, and you're going to need both hands." She giggled, sitting
back at my side.

Charlie came back with three bottles of beer. "Ladies first, do I get a kiss
from you too?" She handed Coffee a beer.

"Of course, Love. Thanks." Coffee puckered.

Charlie bussed her lightly and then stood and turned to me.

"That lap is too tempting., Coffee, hold these, please." She handed Coffee the
beers.

She slipped into my lap and slipped an arm around my shoulders.

"This is a two handed job. Now Pete do I get that kiss?" She snuggled against
me, arms around my neck.

"Well I'm not sure, I haven't had any beer yet."

"You're worse than a lawyer. Watch it bud, or you'll wear that beer."

She grabbed my beard on my cheeks with both hands. "Look Coffee,
handles."

She pulled lightly, making me grimace.

"I wouldn't do that, I just might retaliate." I growled.

"What would you do? I don't have a beard to pull."

I grabbed one of her breasts, "This will do. Look Coffee, more handles, only
these are softer."

Soft and round, a hard nipple immediately grew to press against my palm.
Charlie stared at me and then smiled softly as she drew a deep shuddering
breath.

Coffee leaned back and laughed. "Sorry Charlie, he doesn't intimidate. Now
what do you do?"

"Mmm, I like it. So, I guess if he won't kiss me, I kiss him."

Her mouth tasted sweet and her lips were tender. Her tongue swirled across
my lips, but as I pulled her tight to really kiss her as well, she pulled her head
back giggling. Her blouse had come open and I moved my hand to her bare
skin, again covering her breast with one hand and caressing it gently.

"Coffee, this lap is getting lumpy. What should I do now?"

"You started the fire, Bitch, now it's up to you to control it. I know what I'd
do." Coffee grinned.

"Yeah, but I don't screw with my best buddies man. Sorry Pete, I got myself
in deeper than I want to be." She tried to stand.

I held her and pulled her back. "No you don't, gal. Coffee abandoned my lap,
then you sat on it. Somebody's got to keep it warm. Right now, you're
elected."

She grinned and wiggled back. "Coffee, I tried to be a nice kid, but he won't
let me."

"He's all your's, until bed time, then we can either argue or share like buddies.
But I'll let you borrow him for now." She slipped next to me and hauled
Charlie's legs on her lap. "There, now we can both touch you and each other."

Charlie just grinned

I swung my arm around Coffee's shoulder and leaned to kiss her.

"Hey buster, she said I could have you for a while. She may not be jealous,
but I could be." Charlie grinned and pressed against me. "That hand was busy
keeping my tit warm."

"Aw, with both of you here, I got carried away. Can't I even smooch a little
bit with my first woman."

"Well, only if I get that smooch paid back with interest and I do miss that
hand. "

"It's a deal, pucker up."

"Oh no, it's a demand loan, and I'm not demanding yet. You'll know when I
do. Coffee, can I have that beer I worked so hard for?"

"Here, don't ever say I never gave you anything, but how's Pete supposed to
hold his? His hands are full."

"Easy, first he and I share mine, and then we share his. Want a drink, big
boy?"

She held the bottle to my lips and tipped it back so I could drink. Then, when
a little spilled down my beard, she giggled, and reached out to wipe it away.

"Charlie, if you're going to borrow my man, I want him back without a beer
soaked beard. You'd better think of another idea, or learn to pour better."
Coffee laughed.

"She did fine except she forgot to tilt the bottle down when she pulled it
away." I grinned.

"Well, I want a drink first, but I've got an idea. Pucker up, Pete, I want that
kiss now." Charlie took a long pull on the bottle and then puckered her lips
and leaned toward me. When she kissed me, her mouth opened and as I
opened mine, she forced part of the beer into my mouth. I swallowed and then
finished kissing her. Since her lips were still open a little bit I tried to squeeze
my tongue inside. She surprised me as her tongue touched mine, swirled
lightly across it and then her mouth shut firmly. She pulled back and looked
me in the eyes for a second before turning to Coffee.

"There, see Coffee, we didn't spill a drop." She giggled. "Now, if Pete would
just grab a handle and play with it, I'll be in seventh heaven."

"I could get carried away if I do that." I grinned

"I think you're doing a pretty good job now, but if you hold one of mine, I
won't mind." Coffee snuggled. "After all, I've got a pair of legs to stroke, look
aren't they pretty."

I slipped my arms from around both ladies, and by stretching, I was able to
gently touched a breast on each.

"Well Bakerman, what do you think? Ain't she got nice tits?" Coffee grinned.

"Uh huh, almost as nice as yours, but then, I always thought that."

'What's this 'almost as nice' business. Maybe I'm not as big, but I've never
heard anyone complain. And what's this 'always' business?" Charlie laughed
softly

"Well, I've seen you long enough and often enough to decide you have a great
figure. Are you going to argue?"

"Nope." She grinned. "I've worked hard to keep it pretty."

"It paid off. You look wonderful."

Coffee chuckled. Her hands stroked softly up Charlie's leg, slowly forcing her
skirt higher. Her hand had reached mid thigh when Charlie reached down and
patted her hand.

"Hey, If I want to show him any more, I'll do it."

"Of course, Babe, I just thought you might be shy tonight." Coffee grinned.

"Since when was I ever shy. I think I'd better move right now though."
Charlie shifted her weight.

I moved my hands to release her.

"I can't blame you, we were almost getting carried away. I was even starting
to get horny myself." I grinned.

Charlie slipped ahead on my lap to my knees then grinned and reached to my
lap, brushing her hand across my crotch. "If this is just starting, I'm not
surprised that Coffee is all smiles lately."

"Hey careful Doll, only touch if you have a use in mind." I laughed.

She giggled. "Oh, I can think of several uses."

"I'll just bet you can." I laughed again.

Just then the phone rang and Coffee grabbed it. "Hello," she answered. "Oh,
Hi Cat."

"Yes, she's here, just a second." She handed the phone to Charlene.

"Hi Cat. What's up?" Charlene smiled as she took the phone.

It turned out her brother was in town. She seldom saw him and she decided
that she had to go. Since she'd been drinking, I insisted that she take a cab
and I ordered and paid for one.

"That was getting interesting." I grinned at Coffee when we were alone.

'I was getting ready to chase you two upstairs and spend the night here on the
couch." Candy smiled.

"Oh, I don't think so. You're my lady."

"I told you before, I want you to have another woman now and then. A man
isn't naturally monogamous. Besides, Charlie needs a man. Her, you can have
any time. I approve, and I'm giving you permission in advance."

"Now wait a minute ..." I started to say.

"Shut up, horny, next time I want you to take that bitch to bed." She grinned
and crawled into my lap.

Her lips silenced my answer and in the end I made love to her there on the
couch, then I carried her upstairs to bed. That night we both seemed
insatiable. The next morning was no better, we just couldn't seem to get
enough of each other. We made love when we awoke, then in the shower,
and again in the bath. Finally we paused. I held her tight, still inside, I thrust
one last time.

"Careful, I'm getting tender," she moaned lightly

"So am I, but with no lovers for a year, you've got to be tender. You're out of
practice."

Suddenly she lifted up and turned, putting her hands on my shoulders, she
looked into my eyes.

"Dammit Pete, I'm not going to lie to you. I said no man for a year, I didn't
say no lovers. But there's more than one way to make love and dammit...ohh."
She collapsed against my shoulders sobbing. "I don't want to loose you, not
either of you...ohh dammit."

She had shocked me. As I held her in my arms, she sobbed and cried
repeating "Oh dammit" over and over. I hadn't thought, hadn't realized, but
she spent so much time with her friend Charlene, and Charlie was beautiful. I
had thought Charlie was boy crazy, but perhaps that was an act to throw
people off. She was so beautiful, and it wasn't that she was a bitch, exactly
the opposite. She was charming and polite and intelligent and .... Wait a
moment, I wouldn't mind if Charlie came and visited us often, and I suddenly
realized that I didn't feel jealous of her, actually I felt sort of proud that my
Coffee had such a beautiful lover. Hmmm.

"Does Charlene call you Coffee too?" I whispered.

She sniffed. "She started it ... one morning, in bed."

"She has good taste, I like the same brand of Coffee, and first thing in the
morning too."

She sniffed and giggled at the same time, then she sat up and her face
changed to a frown, then to wonder .

"I didn't tell you it was Charlie." She looked almost embarrassed.

"Nope, you didn't, but I've seen you together a lot, and suddenly I had enough
twos to add up. Now how do we go about this, do we sit down and negotiate
a formal time-share agreement or what?"

She threw herself upright, suddenly laughing gleefully and began to pound her
tiny fists against my chest.

"You bastard! You dirty old bastard! You listen to my sordid tale, just sitting
there quietly and then, still be almost as quiet, you ask if we need a time-
share agreement. you dirty slimy ugly bearded ... Oh ... I love you!"

She threw her arms around my shoulders and kissed me, then rested her chin
on my shoulder and hugged tight.

"Is the pink bedroom for Charlie?"

"No, I want her to have the bedroom next to me, she likes dark blue."

"Now, if it isn't for her ...?"

"Pete, I needed to work at your side that day, and if ... that's just if ... Charlie
moves in, we needed a spare bedroom."

"Well if you like working with me so much, we can start on the other one.
But it'll take a lot longer."

"I'd like that, only Pete, this time you pick the colour, I'd like that too."

"Well it has another old lamp shade I kept, how about yellow?"

"Mmm, a soft yellow and flowered wallpaper, then we could do the bathroom
between in peach, to match both."

"Sounds like we're off to the paint store again. But first we need to work on
the walls, and floor, and even the ceiling in that room."

"Not today though, let's wait a bit. Maybe if Charlie moves in, she can help.
That way you can have two bottoms to pat."

"She might have something to say about that."

"She sure would, especially if you patted my bottom and not her's. But right
now she's not sure of you, Pete. She does like you, but then every woman
does."

"Do I hear a note of jealousy there?"

"No." she giggled, "I'm the one with your arms around me, I'm not worried. I
think you like me just a little bit."

I hugged her tight and then slid my hands down to squeeze her bottom.

"By the way , you said you had a sordid tail, I'll have you know that I find
nothing at all sordid about this tail. I like it all dimpled and jiggly. But it's
getting wrinkles from all this water."

"Oh, I can't see. Is there really ... Oh you!" She laughed." I'm hungry anyway,
what time is it? Let's go get something to eat."

She lifted up onto the edge of the tub and spun to grab a towel.

"Coffee, give me that towel, I want to dry my lover."

"Then I want another towel, you have to be dried too. Hey, you're getting
water all over the carpet, you should dry off first."

"This floor has a drain, the carpet isn't damaged by water, and it's heated
underneath, so it drys in fifteen minutes. I tested it."

"I suppose you designed that too?"

"Yep, hold still, there's something here.."

"That's my nipple, you silly fool, it won't rub away. I'm dry. Lets put on some
clothes, I need protection. Oh damn, I just thought, all the clothes I have here
are meant to turn you on, not slow you down, and I don't want to wear you
out, I need a long slow loving tonight."

"I thought perhaps it was Charlie's turn tonight and I'd get to sleep alone. Tell
you what, why don't we grab a bite, throw on some clothes, go over to your
apartment and bring a load of your stuff back here? We could take the old
pickup and bring back a real load if you like, or take the little car and just get
a few things."

"Let's take the truck. If we hurry we can drain my bed, bring all my bedroom
furniture, and all the important stuff. Just to be sure, why don't I get Charlie to
come over and help. Today she doesn't work and she might be free. She left
her car here last night, so we can take it and load it too. Then we have an
excuse to invite her to stay for supper. That way I can explain to her exactly
what she can expect. By the time we get done tonight, we'll be awfully tired.
But we can all hop in the tub and relax. I think a long cuddle would be in
order. I like your idea, let's just let nature take it's course."

"Okay but don't be too sure, I might surprise you about being tired. I've been
surprising myself for the last couple of days."

"I just hope my other babe gets a surprise. Charlie needs a lover on a regular
basis. She get's crazy when she doesn't have one, and I've been out of her life
for a while, she must be getting antsy."

We had a quick lunch, Coffee wanted to put on makeup, so I called Connie
and asked her about my rush request, as well,While I was talking to her, I got
an update on research that she and the others had done. Then, while Coffee
called Charlie, I got the old pickup truck out of the garage. I followed Coffee,
who drove Charlene's little car across town. We were soon at Coffee's old
apartment, packing boxes and moving furniture. We had the truck over half
loaded, the water bed almost drained, and were sitting on the couch, taking a
well earned break with a beer and each other, when Charlie arrived and came
panting in the door.

"Well." She panted, dropping both hands to her hips. "Here I race half way
across town, in rush hour traffic mind you, having to ride a bus and change
twice, almost have an accident crossing the street, stub my toe on a bad stair,
and almost bust my buns, getting here in a hurry to help out a friend and I find
you two making out on the couch when I get here."

"They don't look busted to me." I said.

"Huh, what?" Charlie looked confused. Coffee giggled.

"Your buns, they don't look busted, they look more like sweet rolls to me."

Coffee was chuckling. Charlie looked puzzled.

"Maybe a bit crusty though. The oven's probably overheated."

Coffee was laughing now. Charlie started to look angry.

"Coffee, you'd better talk to the lady. Soothe her busted buns, before they
become hot cross buns. I'll just take another load down to the truck."

I hugged Charlie lightly and bussed her lips in a quick kiss, patting her bottom
lightly. Then I grabbed a box and headed downstairs, hearing Coffee's voice
full of laughter behind me.

"He guessed, Charlie. I didn't tell him. He added two and two and came up
with five. He knows about us and wants a time-share."

Her voice faded as I reached the stairs and started down. I put the box in the
truck and decided to have a cigarette before going back up to give Coffee and
Charlene a few minutes alone. I was leaning against the truck when a young
kid, wearing a baseball cap, came sauntering up.

"You the guy that Coffee is moving in with?"

"And if I am?"

"You treat her well, do you hear me, you treat her well. She's real special. I'm
going to miss her a lot." The kid said with a frown.

"Well, if you'd like to come see her at any time, you're more than welcome,
anytime at all. Any of her friends are. It's her home now too, so anyone she's
made welcome here, is welcome there. But I'll sic the dog on anyone she
doesn't like, or worse still, if they're a real pain in the ass, I'll sic the cat on
'em, even if it would be mean. Coffee's upstairs now, why don't you go see
her. By the way, I'm Pete. If you come for a visit, what will I call you." I held
out my hand.

"Everyone calls me Cat." A surprisingly strong grip greeted me. "I can see
why she likes you and I'll see you one of these days. I'll take you up on that
invite, but let Coffee pick the day. Tell her I said Hi, but I have to run."

"So long."

"Yeah." The kid answered before jogging off.

I watched as the androgynous figure trotted down the street, trying to decide
for sure if Cat was male or female. Then, unable to make up my mind, I
headed back upstairs.

Three flights of stairs and a long hall and I was at Coffee's door. I opened it
and threw in my baseball cap. Giggles and laughter met my ears as I peeked
around the corner. Charlene stood up and walked slowly toward me, smiling
and holding out her hand.

"Truce." She declared, grabbing my hand and shaking it.

"Okay." I grinned back.

"Since we're going to be sharing, I guess that makes us partners, doesn't it?
So give me a kiss and pat my buns and then tell me if they really are crusty."

She grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me. I was caught by surprise,
my lips parted involuntarily, her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. I did
pat her buns, it was too good an opportunity to miss, this woman was very
desirable. She pressed against me tightly for an instant, rubbing against my
suddenly growing hardness, I knew Coffee was watching and I was unsure
how she expected me to react, yet I wanted this woman. She eased back and
grinned at me.

"I think we need to try that again." She murmured softly. "You did better
yesterday."

My hands were still on her rump and she wriggled it somehow, without
moving either closer or further away. Her lips were slightly open and her eyes
were sparkling. She looked so desirable that I kissed her again. She melted
against me. I could feel her hands grasping my back and kneading softly on
the muscles. Our tongues met and twined together. Her breasts were pressed
against my chest and I could feel the tight pressure of her hardened nipples.

I grew aroused and slipped one hand around and upward to cup a breast. Her
lips redoubled their effort and her tongue drove deep into my mouth. She
ground herself against me, her crotch tight against mine. I slipped my other
hand downward, then back up, lifting her skirt, feeling the soft skin of her
bottom against my hand. It was bare skin I was touching and that aroused me
even more. She lifted one leg to swing her knee behind me and she ground
her belly against my arousal. My hand was now between the soft mounds of
her bottom. I could cup her sex in my hand and I did. I could feel the softness
and the delineation and I stroked gently.

She moaned and her knee tightened behind me, pressing me against her so
tightly that it was almost painful. I could feel moisture on my finger and I
traced it deeper inside the softness. Her mouth was trying to swallow my
tongue and her hands clawed my back. I was as aroused as I could get, so
hard I was almost in pain. Finally, we both pulled back and I sucked in a deep
breath.

"Well, Hello Charlene." I whispered.

She cocked her head to one side and grinned. "I told you before, my close
friends call me Charlie. And I think we're going to be really close friends,
Bakerman."

"Well I hope so." I growled softly, still moulding her breast gently and still
caressing her softly.

She moaned softly and ground her hips against me as I moved my hand
around and up to massage her round buns. I slid my other hand down and
under her blouse, then back up to massage her soft breast.

"I liked your hand where it was before." She sighed softly

"Sorry babe, I could get carried away."

"I think my new partner likes the way I feel." She chuckled soft and low.

"Very much." I grinned.

"Even my buns?" She chuckled

Coffee laughed "Well Bakerman, let's have your professional opinion now.
Which kind of buns has she got."

Somehow, hearing her voice brought me back to reality and snapped me out
of my mood. It felt wrong to be making out with another woman in front of
Coffee, even though she had given me her approval to do just that. This
woman was her lover after all, not mine. I stopped caressing Charlie and
almost instantly my arousal wilted away. I moved my hands to Charlie's hips
and pressed myself back.

"Well let's see," I said grabbing my beer and walking across the floor to see
how this situation was developing, "I'm not sure about sweet rolls, I couldn't
check for that in the position I was in, but they weren't crusty. The oven is
definitely overheated though, someone is going to have to fiddle with that.
Mm, I don't think they're hot cross buns either..mm...maybe."

Coffee was laughing and Charlene was grinning.

"Come on Bakerman, what kind of buns do I have?" She chided me.

"I don't know for sure but I think those are turnovers, the kind with the soft
filling, kinda juicy, I'm not sure if they're honey or... well maybe lemon."

"Hmmph," She sniffed, "Lemon indeed, Sir! Can't you tell a honey tart when
you see one." She placed a hand on her hip and wiggled her hips.

"He's got you Charlie, definitely lemon tonight." Coffee was breaking up with
laughter. "Oh yes definitely lemon. Sort of bitter sweet, but he is definitely
right about the oven being overheated.

Charlie giggled. "Maybe, but that's curable."

"Oh I think so." Coffee laughed. "Have you any comments, Pete?"

"Well, someone needs to check it out, but we need to get your stuff moved.
Oh, I met someone named Cat downstairs."

It was as if I had thrown a bucket of ice water on them, the laughter died.

"What did you think.?" Charlene asked, tentatively.

"A feisty kid, a very feisty kid! I think I got the idea across that any friend of
Coffee's was as welcome at her new home as here. But I tried to imply that
anyone offending her would definitely offend me. I got the idea of somehow
passing a test. A very strange person, your friend Cat."

Both of them were silently eyeing me and I felt slightly uncomfortable.

"Come on now your beer must be done, because mine is. Let's get to work." I
set down the empty bottle and grabbed another box, trying to break the mood.

Working quite quickly, we soon had both the truck and car loaded and were
headed for home. We decided to stop and pick up fried chicken from a take-
out restaurant on the way. I was driving and thinking at the same time. Coffee
was strangely silent. I glanced over, she was frowning. Suddenly she turned
to me.

"Pete as close as you can remember, what did Cat say about us?"

"Umm, let's see ... 'I can see why she likes you, I'll see you one day, I'll come
for a visit.' or something pretty close to that. Then she had to rush off."

"Really ? Cat really said that? Oh Pete you did it again, even Cat likes you."

"That is definitely not the impression I got, I thought I got the brush off."

"Oh if Cat hadn't liked you, you'd know it all right. I am glad, Cat's a very
good friend and seems to have started to open up a bit with you."

"If that was opening up, I'd hate to be in Cat's bad books. To change the
subject, Charlene is a real tease.. She was acting like she wanted to me to
bounce her bones right there and then."

"She did. When she kissed you, I was waiting to catch you two on the way
down. What happened? Are you getting chicken about our deal? A quicky
wouldn't have slowed us down much, and it would have cemented the
bargain."

"Just a second, are you implying that Charlene and I ...." I paused for a
second. "I thought our deal was that Charlene and I would share you, you
didn't say a damned thing about Charlene and I ... Holy Hell, woman, you're
more than I can handle on your own! "

She laughed heartily for a moment then turned as far as she could to face me,
still grinning.

"You're the one that wanted a time-share deal. Some time-share it would be if
poor Charlie got only one partner and I got two. Poor you too. You do think
Charlie is desirable, don't you? After the way you two got on last night, I
don't see a problem. Don't you want to make love to her? I told you she needs
a man."

"Hell yes, I wanted to throw her on the floor, right there in you're apartment,
but for goodness sake woman, I hardly know her! Besides, two of you there
at once? What do you think I am?"

"I think you are one of the last true gentlemen left, but you are also a horny
old bull. I told Charlie that we were going to share, equally, all of us, and as
far as I'm concerned we are. You gave me that impression when we talked
this morning and I went with it. I told her that you wanted her. She thought
about it for a fraction of a second and then agreed, so I thought it was all
settled. As far as both of us making love to you, and each other at the same
time, if we move in with you, it's bound to happen. All of us will end up in
your bed or your bath, together, and then it will happen. Sooner or later we'll
all make love to each other at the same time. In between, you and Charlie
may make love or you and I might make love or she and I might. Actually the
idea of watching you and her, fucking up a storm turns me on. I'd love to be
able to suck your come out of her pussy. If you can't live with that, you'd
better turn around now and we'll put all this stuff back in the apartment." She
fell silent.

I was thinking, so I drove in silence for a few seconds.

"Well, are you turning around or not?" She demanded.

I grinned to myself, holding a poker face, and drove on silently.

"Dammit Pete! What do you say?"

I still didn't answer, trying my best to hold a quizzical look on my face.

"Damn you Pete! answer me!"

She was getting exasperated and I decided I'd better answer her, besides we
were almost turning into the driveway of the house.

"Mmm, I think I'd better find out if those turnovers are lemon or honey first.
No hurry though, let's just let nature take it's course." I said as I was turning
into the driveway. "Besides, since we're here, we might as well sit down and
eat that fresh chicken before it gets cold. I see Charlie beat us home."

I pulled to a halt in the drive, picked up the chicken and handed it to her
before hopping out of the truck.

"You dirty, mean, rotten, slimy, horny, old man! Wait 'til I get my hands on
you!" Coffee hollered as she jumped out.

I sprinted for the door. Charlie was getting out of her car and I ran to her,
pulling her body around so she stood between Coffee and myself.

"You better run you old conniving, rotten rat, and you can't hide behind a
woman's skirts either."

I dodged from side to side, keeping Charlie in the middle.

"Will you two stop it! I don't feel like being the piggy in the middle! Let's get
something done." Charlene sounded annoyed and frustrated.

I was standing in front of her with Coffee at her back, I rested my hands on
her shoulders and I peeked over one side at Coffee.

"She's right you know, time to do something. Truce?"

"Okay Bakerman. Truce for now, I'll settle this later when I get you alone."

"Right," I still held Charlie by the shoulders, "Truce, Charlie, Please? As she
said, I'm a dirty conniving old rat, and we agreed that if it's alright with you, I
get to find out if those turnovers are lemon or honey." I grinned.

Her face registered surprise first, then slowly changed to a smile.

"Well Bakerman, that means I get to find out if that lump I felt was a loaf or
just a bread stick." She grinned back.

I hugged her tightly and slipped one hand down to pat her bottom. I kissed
her, not holding back at all. Our tongues met and I was really starting to get
into the kiss when Coffee broke in.

"Will you two quit flirting and get moving." Coffee said, hands holding out
the bucket of Chicken. "Pete, you take the chicken, open the door and set it
inside, and then park the truck in the garage. Since it's here, I'm in no hurry to
unload it. We'll grab a load each from the car as we go in, then I'll set out
supper while you two carry stuff."

In no time we had Coffee's clothes unloaded from the car, along with all her
boxes of 'special things' that she'd insisted on packing in Charlie's trunk. I
drove the truck into the garage while Charlie carried in the last load and I met
her in the hall. We grinned at each other and headed for the kitchen. Coffee
had done wonders in such a short time, making take-out chicken appear like a
home cooked meal, even opening a bottle of wine and pouring for each of us.
As we seated ourselves, Coffee raised her glass.

"To a long and happy partnership ."

"To a long and happy relationship, friends together." Charlene replied, her
honey blonde hair slightly awry and her light complexion slightly flushed. She
had worked hard and cheerfully.

"To all of us." I smiled, sipping lightly, feeling quite tired and glad to relax.

"Share and share alike." Coffee sipped. "Now dig in. Pete, I know you want
to sit down in your office for a while. You keep eying the door like it hid a
Christmas tree. After we've eaten, you pop in there for a bit and do what you
absolutely have to. We promise not to disturb you, if you're not too long.
Then why don't you slip into the tub and relax. Charlie and I will clean up
these dishes, hang up my things and I'll give her a quick tour of the house. We
need to talk and that will give us a chance. And then we'll join you in the tub.
A long relaxing soak together sounds awfully good."

"Sounds great to me." I replied, spearing a drumstick with my fork.

They kidded with each other as I ate hurriedly then excused myself to hurry
to my office. The fax and voice mail were both loaded with messages for me.
Connie and the crew had done a very good job in short order as always. They
had done a lot of research and had backed up a lot of my conclusions, finding
sources and suppliers as well. Connie had set up some appointments for me
for the next afternoon. I sent her a message that I wouldn't be in until after
one the next day, and was slipping to the kitchen for another piece of chicken
when I heard Coffee's delighted squeals from upstairs. I had just seen the fax
of the bill for the rush job, but had set it aside for later study, thinking it
sounded a bit costly. Perhaps the expense was worth it after all, from the
sounds of things.

I headed upstairs, postponing my hunger for later. As I came in the bedroom,
Coffee bounced across the room, grabbed me, and her lips met mine. The kiss
was exuberant.

"Railings, everywhere I could need them! Pete, Thank you! Oh, thank you so
much!" She hugged me again.

"Oh they're just the right height and they aren't cold. Oh..!" She bounced
away, running her hands along the railings as she went.

Her voice trailed off as the bath door closed behind her. Charlie, who had
stood watching with a wide smile on her face, turned to me.

"Thank you for making her happy." She said quietly. She walked over,
leaning to kiss my cheek lightly, then her arms slipped around me and she
hugged me tight.

She pulled away then, following Coffee through the door.

I decided that the chicken could wait for later, the bath just sounded too good.
I sat on the end of the bed and pulled off my socks and shoes, slowly
undressing, down to my shorts, waiting for the girls to come out of the bath.
They seemed to be taking a long time. Finally, I decided that if Charlie was
moving in with us, she was going to see me nude eventually. I pulled off my
shorts, and I headed for a long warm soak, tossing my dirty laundry into the
hamper on the way past.

As I stepped into the bathroom, I heard the shower and saw Coffee's clothes
lying on a chair by the dressing table, I could hear her humming in the
splashing water. Charlie had been standing in front of the window, leaning on
the sill. She turned and looked at me, smiling widely.

"Coffee found the shelf in the shower stall, for her to rest her stump on when
she showers, she had to try it." Tears had come to her eyes. "I don't know
how to thank you enough, it pleased her to no end. Thank you, Pete."

She threw her arms around my shoulders and hugged me, then stepped back.

Somehow, something she said ticked me off, I got annoyed. Besides I was a
normal horny man and this beautiful woman had pulled back after kissing me.
I was nude, somewhat aroused, and she didn't even seem to notice. I opened
my mouth and let her have both barrels.

"It sounds like it was worth the little bit of trouble it took. You're making a
big deal out of something small and necessary. You and I have no problems
living in a standard world. She has a small problem, she needs a few special
things to make her life more comfortable. Should I have been cruel and
denied her that comfort just for a few dollars and a few pieces of metal and
plastic?"

She looked like I had slapped her face.

"Now to change the subject, are you going to take off those clothes and join
us in the tub? Or are you still not sure if you want to move in and live with
us? I'm not twisting your arm, the choice is all yours. The door is open and it
works both ways. You can walk in or out. Just don't tease."

She looked at me with surprise in her eyes, but said nothing.

"Either way you decide, could I ask you one favour? Could you go
downstairs for me? In the fridge, in the very back, you'll find a bottle of
champagne and in the cupboard, you'll find glasses. I think Coffee deserves a
champagne party in the tub. I'm just too damned tired to go get it at the
moment, and I'm sure not going to ask Coffee to go. So either way, would
you give us five minutes, then join us for at least a glass of champagne. Or,
since you're part of the family now, as far as Coffee and I are concerned, you
can join us in the tub for a champagne party."

I paused, looking at her steadily. Her face registered shock and a bit of
embarrent. Somehow I had to say more.

"She's happy about more than just these damned rails. She's happy about you,
she's happy about you and I, she's happy about moving in, and she's even
happy for some reason about your strange friend, Cat." I paused for breath.

"Now, I'm going to join her in the shower, then toss her in the tub, and join
her there. You can suit yourself, join us or not. Around here, we don't force
people to do anything they don't want to do."

My anger satiated, I grinned at her surprised stare.

"By the way, as far as those buns are concerned, at the moment, my vote
leans toward lemon, actually lemon tart."

Charlene's eyes had opened wide and her mouth had dropped open. As I
wheeled away from her, I thought I saw her lower lip quiver.

I opened the door to the shower, "Squeeze over, Chubby, fold up that shelf
and make room. I'll make sure you don't fall. "

"Oh Pete, it's so wonderful. I don't have to worry about falling, and it just fits
my stump perfectly. I love you, but you're a mean, ignorant, dirty rat. You
didn't let me have one carefree shower all by myself, like I wanted." She
pouted.

Then she smiled. "Oh well. I want you here too, there's always tomorrow. Did
I hear you raise your voice at Charlie?"

I listened for a second to see if Charlie had left. "Yep, I told her to either fish
or cut bait. Right now she's surprised, fighting mad, and very happy all at
once. Lemon and honey, I'm betting honey wins. Now shut up and kiss me,
then we'll wash each other's back and hop in the tub."

I got my kiss and after a short scrub session, I suggested that I carry her to
the tub. She slipped under my arm and hopped quickly along, using the rail, to
the edge of the tub. She turned, grinning widely and still dripping wet.

"No way, Jose. 'Sides, I beat ya slow poke." She mocked, before jumping into
the tub.

I slipped into the tub and I made sure we lay so I could keep an eye on the
door. Coffee looked at me very seriously.

"Did you and Charlie really have a fight?"

"Nope, can't even call it a real argument, she didn't say anything. I just
sounded off and told her what I felt. I basically asked her to disappear for five
minutes so we could be alone. Then I told her I thought she should skin out of
her clothes and dip that pretty little butt of hers in the tub along with ours.
Just to make sure she did, I called her a lemon tart."

Coffee giggled. "She'll be back in just a minute and she'll do her best to make
your eyes pop out. Lets cuddle, real quiet, while we wait."

I kissed her first and then held her hand as she lay quietly beside me. Only
seconds passed before the door slowly opened and Charlie stepped into the
room. Her head faced straight forward, but I saw her eyes flick toward us as
she entered. She stepped completely into the room, then slowly she turned
completely around. She was nude and she was showing off.

Her short blonde hair was brushed up and out, to make a halo around her
heart shaped face. Her blue eyes appeared huge on either side of her perky
nose and her full, pouting lips were bright red. Her breasts were full, round
and high. Her nipples were hard, like little cylinders, dancing on the tips of
her breasts, Her waist was tiny, her tummy only showed a slight swelling, and
the mound of her pussy was covered in a soft golden fuzz, slightly darker than
her hair. Her hips were relatively narrow for her height, her butt was high and
slightly protruding under a minor arch in her back, her legs were smoothly
muscled and flowed into tiny ankles. A long arm that matched her legs,
reached out and closed the door.

She sat down on the edge of the tub, flipping her feet over the edge, and
sliding gracefully into the water to face us. Then a look of chagrin came over
her face.

"Shit, I forgot the damned champagne." She pulled herself up onto the edge of
the tub and started to step out, then pulled back her feet. "And I forgot a
damned towel. Oh, damn, damn, damn."

"Charlie, the floor will dry, and the towels are all kept just behind that door if
the champagne is that important to you. But it really doesn't matter. I just got
impatient and wanted to see those buns without a stitch on them so I could
guess a little closer. Right now they look sorta honey lemonish. C'mere so I
can feel, I want you in my arms."

She looked daggers at me, hopped out of the tub, and stood facing us, hands
on hips.

"You wanted me naked and in that tub with a bottle of champagne, and damn
it, that's what you're going to get, if I have to go stick up a liquor store." Her
eyes filled with tears "Coffee, he is the meanest bastard that I have ever met."

And with that, she wheeled and ran out of the door.

"Shit, she's crying , maybe I should go easy."

"You stupid idiot! You old fool! She's so happy, she's on cloud nine. Don't
you realize she wasn't sure if you liked her or not? You were concentrating so
hard on being a gentleman, that you threw her a curve ball. Nice guys are rare
and gentlemen are ... well, I'd given up on finding one, until I met you. She
didn't know if you cared and now she knows. Just sit on your big dumb fanny
and let her get that bottle of champagne. "

"Huh, I guess I'll never understand. Women are all a mystery. "

"You just don't admit it to yourself, but you do know. You always do the right
thing to please the women around you. Like the handrails, you didn't ask and
dither around about it, you just put them in. And you knew that I wanted
Charlie here tonight and that she was going to argue with me, so you changed
her mind and made her happy at the same time. Now give me a kiss, you dirty
mean old bastard."

As I was following her pleasant order, Charlie came tearing back in. She
paused for a second and began to rattle on.

"Would you look at this, here I am running through the house nude as a jay
bird, freezing my ass, 'cause I'm all wet, hunting in cupboards for glasses and
then busting my buns to ...."

Coffee and I were laughing, almost hysterically, when she stopped her tirade
in midstream.

"I did it again, didn't I?" she said with a sheepish grin.

"Yep, you did, now put that bottle and glasses down, and come give us both a
kiss and a snuggle." I grinned.

She waltzed into the tub, stepping over and around us and setting the bottle
behind Coffee's head on the ledge, bent from the waist to kiss her. It took a
moment or two. Somehow, watching them kiss and knowing that they were
lovers, aroused me. Then they hugged each other for a second, I thought I
heard Coffee whisper something, but couldn't be sure. Charlie stood up with a
grin and turned to me. She shifted her feet, so she stood directly over me, feet
astraddle my hips. She bent forward and leaned until her hands touched the
tub on either side of me. Her breasts came just inches from my face. She
began to bend her knees and I watched as her big soft blue eyes slowly came
closer and closer. Finally her lips touched mine and I reached my hands
around her back to hug her to me. I slid one hand down to cup her bottom and
she wriggled it, back and forth. I felt her warmth press against me. I slipped
my other hand to her hips. She lifted her head.

"Bakerman, just sit quiet, don't move at all and put your hands on the ledge."
She murmured, almost a whisper.

She stood upright again then moved toward me, bending her knees until her
pussy was almost in my face. Then she lowered herself until her belly button
was before my eyes. Her weight shifted suddenly, she must have slipped a
little.

"Maybe you should hold my waist after all, I don't want to fall." She giggled.

I was happy to comply. Slowly she slid her weight downward, pressing
tightly against me. She hesitated again, her pussy was just touching the tip of
my cock. She stared into my eyes as she rolled her hips back and forth teasing
me, just touching me with her moist softness. Her breathing was deep and her
motion made me even more aroused. As my penis hardened, it became
longer, or at least straighter and since I held her hips to stop her lifting
upward, the head slipped inside her soft warmth. Her eyes grew round and a
look of surprise crossed her face.

"You moved." She accused.

She tried to lift upward, but I held her hips and I grinned.

"Tease." I chuckled. "I never moved, but I don't think I'm going to let you
move either."

"You did so move, you just moved in a way I didn't expect." She murmured.

"I expected it, Babe." Coffee chuckled. "He sort of grows on you doesn't he."

"He didn't grow on me, he grew into me, you horny black bitch, now what?"
Charlie giggled. "You got me into this awkward position, now get me out."

"Oh no, Babe, it's a case of 'in for a penny, in for a pound.' I'd advise you to
settle down and enjoy yourself. Pete will accommodate you, I'm sure." Coffee
laughed, stroking Charlie's leg.

"Maybe he'll accommodate me but from the feel of it, I'm not sure I can
accommodate him." She giggled.

"Oh I'm sure you can stretch enough." Coffee laughed.

"There's one direction I'll let you move." I pressed down lightly on her hips.

"Bastard, you would." Charlie laughed. "You aren't going to let me go, are
you?"

"I told you I wasn't." I pressed downward again.

"O" She moaned. "Don't push then. If I'm going to take that monster, I
want it my way."

"Yes boss." I grinned.

She grinned and pressed herself slowly downward. She paused and glanced
down then looked at Coffee with wide eyes.

"My God, this thing is huge. He's already stretching me and I don't think he's
half way in."

"You can take it Babe. Just think, that big cock is yours now too. All that
cock, whenever you want it." Coffee giggled.

"Now I know why you wanted help." Charlie giggled.

She grinned at me and wriggled until she could take no more, I could feel
pressure on the head of my cock as she tried to force it deeper. With a sigh,
she moved her legs to a more comfortable position. Then just as slowly as she
had moved downward, she gently rocked back and forth. Breathing deeply,
she seated me well inside herself. Then she sat very still.

"I can't take any more." She stared into my eyes, almost crying.

I smiled. "You can take your time, and you'll make it."

Coffee giggled. "It took me hours to stretch enough, don't rush it."

"You mean you take him all?" Charlie giggled.

"Every millimetre, and if feels wonderful."

Charlie giggled again and I could feel her tightness relax. She dropped further
and her eyes grew bigger.

"E" She squealed.

"See, all you have to do is relax and take it easy." Coffee giggled.

"Wow, maybe you're right." Charlie sighed.

Her hips began to move slowly back and forth, she slid downward, bit by bit.
Biting her bottom lip, she stared into my eyes as she worked slowly at
stretching herself. Suddenly she took me by surprise and started to lift
upward. I reacted, thinking she was trying to pull away, I pressed her hips
back down, just as she reversed her motion. She was driven down as far as
she could go. I felt her inner thighs slam against mine and my cock met with
an internal barrier.

"Argh." She squawked and I actually gasped, I could feel pressure where I
didn't expect it. Then moaning loudly, her arms tightened around my
shoulders and her lips met mine in a long passionate kiss. Neither of us spoke
even after we broke the kiss. She smiled slowly, rolling her hips gently for a
few seconds, then she sighed.

"Coffee, could you open the champagne please." She asked quietly, her voice
very low and husky.

The stopper popped slightly and in seconds Coffee handed Charlie a glass,
then me, and took one herself. Charlie raised her glass.

"To us. All of us."

"To us" we repeated and drank deeply.

Then Charlie handed her glass to Coffee. She put her hands on my shoulders
and grinned. I held my glass to Coffee and she took it too. Then I slipped my
hands to Charlie's waist again.

"Now Bakerman, I've got you where I want you. All of you too." She moved
her tummy muscles slowly in and out squeezing me, then relaxed.

"Consider this a promissory note, one day I'm going to call it due, and collect
all of what I think I have coming, with interest, but for now ... Tonight isn't
our night." She tried to stand, but I held her hips, pushing her back down.

She gasped as I let her lift slightly, then I pressed her down so that I slid back
where I had

been.

"If it's a promissory note, I'm calling it due now." I grinned, lifting my hips
upward against her.

"Oh God!" she moaned. "Don't do that."

Her body wasn't arguing though, she was pulsing deep inside. Her eyes got
huge and she moaned, then squeezed me tightly in a bear hug, clamping her
body tight to mine. I rolled my hips in a slow steady motion, while my hands
held her hips tightly, so she couldn't move away.

"Please Pete, it's Coffee's night, I've made up my mind. Please let me up." She
murmured.

I didn't say a word as I continued and rolled my hips against her in a slow,
steady rhythm. She moaned again.

"Coffee he won't stop." She whimpered softly.

"I didn't imagine he would." Coffee giggled. "I should have warned you, he
doesn't argue. He doesn't give you a chance, he just does what he wants."

"No." she stated emphatically and lifted upward.

Coffee chuckled as I used my hands and rammed her back down so that she
squealed. I thrust against her rapidly, several times in quick succession, each
time she squealed again. I bent my head, pressing her back, kissing her ear
lobe, then worked my way downward, kissing her neck, then her shoulder,
ending by sucking on a long nipple and gently nibbling with my teeth. She
grabbed my head in both hands and forced it back. Her lips met mine and her
tongue drove deep into my mouth as her back arched and her body began to
move against me. My hands were still on her hips and I began to slide her
back and forth, slowly thrusting each time her body met mine. She gasped
and threw her head back, then rapidly from side to side. Coffee's hands came
up and caressed her breasts. Charlie moaned and her body pulsed. One of
Coffee's hands slid between us, and Charlie's eyes grew huge. I could feel
Coffee's finger's moving between us, finding her clit, and Charlie began to
move in a rhythm that I tried to match.

"Oh God, I'm coming!" She screamed and her body went wild for several
seconds.

I held onto her waist as she gyrated against me. She gradually calmed and
then threw her arms around me in another bear hug. She kissed me and I
kissed her back. She grasped my hands and pulled them up to her breasts. I
rolled her nipples between my fingers, gently squeezing her soft bounty. She
grinned.

"Oh yeah, I like that. I love a man's hands on my tits. You didn't come did
you?" She asked me.

"No, not yet, but there's lots of time." I smiled, gently thrusting against her.

"Stop that you bastard! Just sit still and let me have a little rest." She pleaded.
"Coffee tell him to quit."

"Uh uh, babe. He doesn't take orders from me either. Besides, now he's as
much your's as mine. You tell him and find out what I mean. How did you
like the fresh loaf from our Bakerman?"

"He's a dirty mean bastard, and you're a bitch. You helped him. Hell, it was
your idea."

"I just wanted to make sure you were made welcome and got that ragged
edge worn off." Coffee grinned. "But, if you're going to call me a bitch, I'm
not sure if I should have. I need a kiss and an apology, and so does
Bakerman."

"He just had one and a hell of a lot more, but I'd love a kiss from you. If I
lean over will you meet me half way." Charlie laughed. "Pete, I hate to ask
you to move your hands but my other lover needs a cuddle."

"Yeah Pete, don't be greedy. We did agree to a time share after all." Coffee
chuckled as I slipped my arm around and crushed her and Charlie together. I
slid my hand under her arm and squeezed her breast as they kissed.

"Mmm." she moaned as I slid my hand down from her breast, across her
tummy and to her soft mound. I could just barely reach since my arm was
stretched behind her. She pressed back breaking her kiss with Charlie and
forcing my hand away.

"Bakerman, stop that. Do it to Charlie instead. She's only come once and you
haven't yet."

"Just where do you think my other hand is, Wench. Now shut up and kiss my
blonde bitch, it turns me on." I pressed her back towards Charlie, then moved
my hand back where it had been.

Coffee bent between us then began to kiss Charlie's breasts and caress them
with her hands. Charlie's hands had drifted to Coffee's breasts and her teeth
were biting her lower lip as she rocked gently against me. Suddenly one of
Charlie's hands joined mine in Coffee's lap and Coffee gasped and arched her
back. I slipped my hand around her hips and under her bottom and caressed
her there.

"Oh yeah," she moaned. "I like this too. Push with that finger, Pete. More,
OH God, More!"

She moaned and wriggled then began to pant. I felt a climax rising in me and
I thrust my hips rapidly and repeatedly. Charlie responded by bouncing and
squealing. In a few seconds we were all thrashing and gyrating, moans and
groans matched squeals and screams as one after another we reached for and
achieved climax. Gradually we all slowed and then sat there giggling and
chuckling, all the while kissing and fondling each other.

"Well Coffee, I think you just got some competition." I grinned. "I think I'll
keep this wench around for a while too."

"I just got help is what you mean, you're far to horny for one woman and she
can help with other things when you're not available." She leaned back
against me.

"I don't know who is the horniest, him or you or maybe even me. But if living
here includes this sort of sex, I'll take it." Charlie sat up straight.

Suddenly she rolled off of me, stood up and turned, then slid to sit at my side.

"Now you dirty, mean old so-n'-so, is it lemon or is it honey." She grinned.

"Still to soon to tell, Beautiful, but if that sample was any indication, it'll
certainly be a sweet roll."

Coffee laughed. "Teases, both of you. But one day..."

"Yes, one day Bakerman, neither one of us will hold back." Charlie snuggled
against my side "Then I'll get a real feast, I'm looking forward to having a
bakery real close, knowing that I can always pop over and get bread. It's been
a long time, a very long time, since I had a nice fresh roll like that one was.
Thank you."

"You're welcome, but are you sure you don't want to come back right now for
more?" I slipped an arm over her shoulder.

"You're right Coffee, he's insatiable, your turn on his lap."

"Not right now." She chuckled. "Later will do fine. Are you going to spend
the night with us or not?"

"I phoned Cat while I was downstairs getting ready, explaining that I was
sleeping on your couch, and staying to help you carry in the rest of your
things tomorrow morning. I'll go to work from here. I don't have to go in until
the afternoon."

Coffee had snuggled against my other side and now she piped up. "We've got
lots of room in the bed up here, you'll be lonely downstairs."

Charlie giggled, and leaned across toward Coffee. "Not half as lonely as if I
were in bed with you two tonight. I think you want to say thank you."

"I do, but you're still welcome. We wouldn't let you be lonely."

"I know, but I'd feel I was in the way. I'll join you another night, I've already
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"Test Subject"

by Pedro Vila

"Okay, hold." Tommy Held still. He heard the familiar whine and click
of electronic machinery hidden inside of the cylindrical opening of the lab
wall. "Receptor in place. We have positive feedback. Okay, Tommy. What
do you feel?"

Tommy went into his imagination. The lab boys had given him many
scenarios but he always liked his own favorite. He imagined himself in a
bar. It was much like one he had visited in Manhattan during a spring
break that seemed alive with life. In his mind, he was approaching a
beautiful woman at the bar, but there were all kinds of people all around
him doing and saying all kinds of things.

This exercise suited him best for these experiments. It lent the most
possibilities and was maliable to his moods and feelings. Exactly what was
needed for the things they were putting into his mind.

As he approached the woman, a person in a bunny suit came into focus and
in Tommy's mind, he changed his direction to follow. He wasn't sure what
to expect so he relaxed his mind and let the day dream unfold on it's own.

The person, he couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, reached out for
him and started to pet Tommy down his front. This began to excite Tommy.
He wanted to feel the furry gloved hand inside of his pants. Tommy began
to describe what he was seeing and feeling.

They let him go on for a bit before saying, "Okay. We got it. Thank
you."

Tommy stopped and he could hear a graduate student saying, "Well, ain't
that a kick. I always wondered what the deal was with Furry's." Tommy
smiled though no one could see him. Now he knew what the deal was with
furry's.

"Okay, we're going to snap you back now." said the lead tech. The
machine hummed and clicked. Tommy felt nothing change, but that was pretty
normal. He'd been working with the institute for many months on this
project.

The project's official name was Multi Cranial Mapping Project for Key
Receptors of the Right hemisphere. MCMPKRRH as it was abbreviated for text
reports, but most of the staff liked to call it, "The Nutty Professor".

Each session would last for a few hours, half of which was just routine
mapping to make sure that the key elements in Tommy's brain were still
where they were in relation to the extensive mapping that he'd undergone
during the initial formation of the project.

Tommy did a walk through in his head of the same bar scene and found his
interest in the bunny costume gone. "That's RC17-24-98. With a few
anomalies, it looks like this whole region here deals with sexual
preferences." he could hear them talking. That's what Tommy concluded half
an hour ago. He'd felt some pretty strange urges in that first half hour.
And he also felt he understood homosexuality differently. Still, he was
glad that part was over. Tommy had a sweet girl friend that he planned on
marrying someday. He'd hate to lose that.

"Okay, Tommy. One more and we'll call it a day. Sound alright by you?"

"Fine with me." Tommy said, his voice bouncing back hard from the close
walls of the cylindrical hole for his head.

"RC17-24-99 is off. Turning it on." Some typing. "Okay, hold."

Whine, click. Then it was done.

"Okay, What do you feel?"

Tommy went into his head. He was in the bar and walking to the
beautiful woman. Nobody else approached. He started a conversation with
her. Though he was supplying all the answers for her, nothing seemed to
happen. It felt like a boring daydream. Tommy relaxed and just let his
mind wander. Still nothing.

"I don't feel anything different." He heard the groans coming from the
staff. That would mean a good deal of testing to be sure before they filed
it as a none working receptor. Everybody wanted to go home. They had been
there hours before Tommy even showed up, and it was Friday night too.
Tommy had a date as well.

"You're sure? Okay. Come out and we'll run the questions first."

"Is this going to take long?" Tommy asked.

"That depends on you."

"Well, I got a date tonight and I don't want to be late. How about if
we leave it for the day and we can do this tomorrow?"

"I don't think that'd be a good idea."

"Ah, come on! You know it's another dead link. I'm okay with it. It's
not like I'm going to go out and kill somebody." Tommy immediately
regretted that. Even though nothing like that was likely, it was always a
fear for everybody. Tommy tried to save the situation. "Besides, this is
all sexual stuff, right? Maybe this is the link for sexual stamina. We'd
never know with the tests, but I got a date tonight and I could find out
then."

The thought of finding the sexual stamina key went through everybody's
head. That would make them all famous. A few voices said they were okay
with it.

The head of the project agreed finally. "Okay. But you sign a waiver
first. Anything happens, and you're on your own." Tommy thought about
legal requirements just to have to take a pee, and signed the waiver.
Everybody had plans and were gone before Tommy could get his coat.

On the drive home, Tommy thought about Mavis, his girl friend. She
rarely ever gave head but once in a while, and she was passed due. He was
sure he could talk her into it.

At home, he said, "Hello, squirt." to his six year old kid sister on his
way to his room to change. She seemed happy as always to see him and for
some reason, it felt good this time. She could be a real brat sometimes,
but tonight he felt very forgiving to her. This was going to be a good
night for him.

Tommy's mother knocked at his door just as he was putting on his good
shoes. She said, "We're going out later tonight. If you come back after
Jill's asleep, try not to wake her, okay?"

"No problem." he said as he bounded out the door and to the car.

He was whistling all the way there. Tommy wondered which baby sitter
Jill would get. Usually it was some high school freshman, geeky and
immature. Though once it was a sixth grader with a flat chest. He
wondered if it'd be her. Part of him decided that she was okay for a kid.
It seemed an odd thing to think of to Tommy suddenly, but it was probably
because a younger girl would be able to play with Jill better. Jill was a
cute kid.

Tommy lost all train of thought as he pulled up to Mavis's house. She
greeted him at the door with a huge smile, which then faded to worry.
"What's wrong? I thought you liked this outfit." she said.

Tommy hadn't even been aware he'd been frowning at her. He shook his
head and forced a smile. He didn't want to hurt her feelings. Why did she
have to be so sensitive anyway?

"Have a bad day?" she asked.

Tommy felt minor irritation but tried to hide it. "No. It's just...
Nothing. Is that what you're going to wear?"

Mavis got a strange look on her face. "I thought this was your favorite
dress? You seem really strange today. You need to talk about something?
Did I do something?"

Tommy couldn't hide his growing irritation anymore. He didn't like to
be with her when she was like this. Why couldn't she just relax and be
more like a kid? You know, just have fun. He said, before he could stop
himself, "Maybe we should just do this some other time." He sounded cold to
himself.

Mavis got a strange look on her face and replied, "Maybe we should." She
closed the door before he could say he was sorry.

Tommy stalked off to the car with his emotions in turmoil. What the
hell is wrong with me? He thought. I could have at least waited until she
gave me some head. But inside he was pleased that he didn't have to
pretend he liked her. Funny, it didn't ever seem like that before.

Then it hit him as he sat in the car. The test! That last receptor did
do something. But what? Make him unsociable? Maybe. He thought about
going back and explaining to Mavis, but didn't think he'd do any better
with his present state of mind.

Tommy just drove home.

His folks were still there when he pulled up. His mother came to the
door with concern. "What happened? Aren't you two going out tonight?"

He shook his head. "No. I think I'm going to just stay home tonight."

She seemed concerned but knew to leave it. "Well, if you're going to
stay here, you mind if we just cancel the baby sitter and you just watch
Jill tonight?"

Tommy knew that it wouldn't be a good idea because of the switch in his
head, but he said, "Sure." quickly and was actually looking forward to it.
Strange.

"Okay. Sally will be glad. She had a lot of homework and was having
trouble working us into her."

Sally! That was the sixth grader. Tommy felt disappointment. Then he
realized that he felt something weird inside when he thought about Sally.
He felt like he should be in the company of kids. Maybe it was a kid-like
receptor that got turned on.

Mother stopped. "Are you feeling okay?"

Tommy started like he'd been caught in the cookie jar. "Huh? Oh yeah.
It just was a weird day at testing today. I'm all right."

Just then, Jill came around the corner. "Are you going to stay home?"
Tommy nodded. Then she stuck out her tongue and said, "Timmy!" which was
what she called Tommy because other kids in school were saying it. Tommy
always hated it because he knew it was from South Park and it was calling
him a retard.

Only this time, instead of snapping at her, he got an evil grin and
started to chase her. Jill screamed in pleasure and ran. She like it when
Tommy would play with her. Mother smiled and knew things were fine.

Mother and father left the house not too long after.

Tommy started to wrestle with his little sister. She giggled and
squirmed in his hands. Tommy grinned at how much Jill was loving this kind
of play. He was enjoying it too. Her shirt started to ride up and Tommy
stopped and looked at her belly. Something stirred inside of him at the
sight of the smooth skin with the little belly button that was not quite an
inny or an outy.

He looked to her face and she was watching him kind of curiously. He
gave her a wicked smile and then lowered his head to give her a big belly
blow. She giggled uncontrollably and struggled while he emptied his lungs
over her young smooth flesh. Then his face stayed for a moment and he gave
her a little nuzzle.

Tommy was at a loss to explain to himself why he then gave her a kiss on
the belly just before lifting himself up. Jill was looking at him again
with the strange look, only now it also said, "I know a secret!"

Tommy became embarrassed and pulled away. Jill started to follow with a
sly look to her face. That's when he started to suspect what was wrong.

Tommy went into the bathroom and locked the door. He did his mental
exercise in the imaginary bar. He was walking to the woman. He started to
see a ball pit in the corner. Inside was his sister Jill rolling around
over the plastic balls with her dress hiking up on her. He wanted to touch
her, to smell her underwear.

Tommy suddenly realized that they'd made him a pedophile.

Jill was knocking at the bathroom door. Tommy started and began to
worry. Inside himself was something that wanted to open the door and let
her in. Christ! He'd have to put her to bed too!

He stood up and nervously approached the sink. He had a full erection
running down one leg. It was stiff and it hurt. He splashed water onto
his face. He had to get to the phone.

Jill was teasing him at the door. "Come out. You can't get me. I know
you want to get me but you can't."

Tommy steeled himself and opened the door, but he slipped past her
without looking and made a bee line for the phone in his parents bedroom.

He called the emergency number for the lab director and waited while he
was put on hold. Jill came sliding in by holding the door frame. She had
a mischevious grin and was looking at Tommy, knowing she had something on
him.

"Get out!" Tommy yelled. Jill's grin faded. The director came on.
Tommy couldn't say what he needed to say with his sister there. He covered
the phone. "Get out, now!!" It came out worse than he planned. Jill
started and ran out.

"Who is this?" the phone asked.

"Tommy Shawndell. I'm the test subject for MCMP... um,KRRH. I've got
a problem."

The director sounded too calm for Tommy, like he thought it'd be a prank
call. "Okay. What's the problem?"

Tommy was nervous. How do you say you've been turn into a child
molester to a doctor? "There's a receptor still on in my head. And it's
making me think... Well, it's making me think bad things."

The director sounded more serious. "What kinds of things?"

"Well.... Well, I'm having strange thoughts about my sister."

"What kind of thoughts? Like harming her?"

"Well, no. More like sexual thoughts."

Tommy heard the sound of relief at the other end. "Okay. How bad is
it? Can you control it?"

"Um, I don't know."

"Tell me exactly what happened."

"I was playing with her and then I started to think about her body.
Then I freaked out and called you."

A sigh from the ear piece. "You sound okay. You did the right thing.
You think you can hold off until morning? The lab's shut down now and it
would take half the night to power it up again."

"I don't know...."

"Tommy, you'll be okay. I have your file here. You're a good roll
model and strong leader. You can handle it."

"I'm still don't know...."

"Tommy! You're a big boy. You can deal with it." see you in the lab
first thing eight thirty tomorrow." Then the phone clicked.

Tommy stared at the dead line. He had a problem and the guy dismissed
him like that. Tommy in the sudden silence heard his sister crying in her
room. He felt lousy. He didn't mean to hurt her feelings. It wasn't her
fault he became a pervert.

Part of him wanted to stay away from her and the other part felt
horrible for hurting such a beautiful little girl. The latter part won out
and he walked timidly to her room to apologize.

Jill was face down on her bed. Her little bottom making a nice little
bump to her otherwise strait frame. Her thin body was jerking with tears
and sobs. Tommy kept glancing back to her butt.

Tommy felt like the worlds worst heel. "I'm sorry squirt. I shouldn't
have yelled at you like that. Don't cry."

She kept her face in her hands. "Well, you were mean. We were just
playing and I was having lots of fun, then you yelled at me." She started a
fresh round of sobs.

Tommy, against his better judgement, sat on her bed next to her and
rubbed her shoulder. "I'm sorry." He would do anything to make her happy
again. "I'll play with you some more." He knew he probably shouldn't, but
it would be for a good cause. And the director said he was strong enough
to handle it.

Jill looked up at him. "Really? No yelling? You haven't played with
me for a long time." She slipped up and into his arms for a hug. Tommy
welcomed it and it felt nice. His hand ran up and down her back. He had
to stop himself from doing that.

"What do you want to play?" Tommy asked.

Jill got an embarrassed look to her, then said," You could chase me and
tickle me some more."

"Okay." he said as he got the evil tickle monster look and aimed it at
her. Jill screamed and tried to run away. Tommy had her by her ankle and
pulled her back onto the bed to him. Her pant leg slipped up from her foot
and he could see her slim calf. His first instinct was to nibble on it and
it seemed harmless enough, so he did and she squealed and squirmed with
delite.

He thought, this is okay. No harm to her. He grabbed her other leg and
started to nibble up it as far as the pant leg would go up, which was to
the knee. Then he nibbled through the pants up her leg and over one side
of her butt.

Jill was kicking and screaming in pleasure as Tommy rolled her over and
started to nibble on her belly while slowly lifting her shirt up. He
nibbled up her chest too and paused at her small flat nipple. Jill's
giggles slowed and she watched him nibble her nipple. His hand started to
slip down her side towards her hips and he had to stop himself. His hand
stopped at her bare waist. It was warm and he could feel small muscles
tighten as she giggled.

Tommy stopped nibbling. What was he doing? Jill felt him stop and
said, "You can do that. It's okay, I like it." He looked up at her face.
She was laying on her back with her head forced up by the pillow under it,
looking right at him. Her arms were up and at the sides of her head,
submissively. Her lips were open and slightly wet. He could see her new
front teeth shining inside her little mouth.

Funny how it suddenly seemed so ready for a kiss. So inviting. It
didn't look anything like an adult mouth. It seemed... Better.

Tommy went back to her flat little nipple. But instead of nibbling on
it, he started to tongue it in little circles. Jill's smile faded and she
watched him, confused, but pleased.

Tommy stopped himself again. This was wrong. He got up and said, "I
have to go to the bathroom." and he walked out quickly.

He locked himself in and sat on the bathtub rim. His dick was hard
again and thoughts of his sisters body streamed across his vision like
movie projections. His hard on wouldn't go away because his thoughts
wouldn't leave a solidifying fantasy of having sex with his kid sister.

Tommy was left with no choice but to masturbate himself. He let the
thoughts go the way they wanted and he hit orgasm in moments. It felt so
wrong and his release shuddered through his body like nothing he'd ever
felt before.

Satisfied he'd purged himself of his terrible desires, he flushed the
toilet paper with his wiped up semen and opened the door.

He walked away from Jill's room and went to watch TV. He sat there for
a while before Jill padded out and sat next to him. Tommy watched a lame
show, as he became increasingly aware of Jill sitting next to him. Soon,
he was sneaking peeks at her sideways. She was zoning on the TV and not
seeing his glances.

Finally, she turned and said, "You're different."

Tommy swallowed and asked, "How?"

"I don't know. Do you like me more?"

Tommy turned to look at his kid sister's face. She had the same pug
nosed six year old face that he'd always remembered, but it seemed
different some how. He got the distinct impression that her lips would
taste sweet like candy. Tommy knew it was what had gotten changed in his
brain that made her seem different. "Yeah." Tommy admitted. "I do like
you more. I think you're real cute. I'm beginning to realize that you're
going to be a beautiful girl when you get older." Tommy turned his body to
face her. "In fact, you're beautiful now." That came out before he could
think about it.

Jill broke out into a huge grin and suddenly grabbed her older brother
as she said, "I love you Tommy." She wrapped her arms around him and he,
without thinking, slid her onto his lap. She straddled him and held her
head to his chest.

Tommy felt light headed as he felt his little sister's body press in to
his. He lowered his head and could smell her hair. He remembered the
smell and remembered how he used to tease her about how bad it was. It
still held the sweaty child odor from before but now it was nice and he
kept breathing it in like a drug.

Jill wiggled a little and he became aware of where she was soft and
hard, where there was baby fat and bone, and of how much her flesh would
give if he tried to stretch it. With that last thought, Tommy saw a vision
of himself slipping his Johnson into his little sister's soft crack. Then
there was the sudden flash of "What am I doing?!" and he jerked his head up
and sobered himself from the lust he'd let himself fall in to.

Jill looked up at him, startled by his sudden jerk, and asked, "What's
wrong?" He saw in her eyes the worry of him snapping at her again. Those
soft, innocent eyes. Round and clear and simple. The rounded qualities of
her fresh face, as if it had just been molded out of rubber. Her small
mouth, slightly wet where her new teeth barely peeked out at him.

Tommy felt more than lust for his little sister, he felt love as well.
He wrapped his arms around her tightly and held her close, enjoying her
presence. "Nothing, squirt. It's just nice holding you."

She plunked her head back against his chest. "It's nice holding you
too."

Tommy kissed her hair and then laid his head back as he closed his eyes.
He still felt where her arms, legs, and body touched against him. He just
let his mind wander, trying to keep it clear of thoughts of fucking.

His thoughts constantly went back to Jill and memories of her growing
up. He saw snippets of her running or playing, in shorts with tender white
legs showing as they pumped at the grass. He saw images of her in her
pajamas, kneeling while she played with a Barbie Doll. Her back curved
with her shoulders strait and head bowed down.

Tommy just relaxed and enjoyed the disconnected visions, all of Jill
being herself. He didn't know how long he'd been dreaming when he saw
himself getting married to her and then a hotel room for their honeymoon.
Tommy jerked up again.

Jill was asleep on his lap. It was close to her bed time and he'd
forgot to make her take a bath. Just as well. He wasn't sure if that
would be a good idea in his current state.

He shook her. "Jill. Wake up." Jill squirmed but stayed asleep. He
held her head up and she looked out for the count. He sweet mouth popped
open when he held her head up to see. She was dead tired. She wouldn't
wake up. Tommy's heart was racing and he felt weak. Nobody would know.

He looked around, though he knew they were alone, and then he kissed her
mouth. He stopped and watched. No movement. His tongue came out and he
slowly brought it close to her little lips, watching nervously for any
signs of her waking.

He tasted her upper lip first. He thought it would be sweet, but he'd
tasted nothing. He tasted deeper, her lower lip first, then farther into
her waiting mouth. His tongue started to snake past her teeth when she
suddenly made a little peeping noise and moved her head.

Tommy jerked back and waited, his heart pumping like thunder. Jill
stayed asleep. But it was enough for him to come to his senses. He needed
to put her to bed and away from him and his desires.

"Come on, honey." He called her honey? "Time for bed." he said s he
picked up her limp form. She murmured something and let her arms and legs
drop. He carried her up the stairs and to her room where her pajamas were
already laid out on her bed.

He'd have to change her! He should just leave her in her clothes and
leave. But then he'd never get to baby sit her alone again. What was he
thinking? He didn't ever want to baby sit her before, and after he gets
his head fixed, he won't want to again anyway.

He stood at the door but didn't leave. She laid on her bed, on her
back, with her legs slightly apart. Her shoes were still on. He'd have to
take them off. Tommy built up his resolve and walked back to her limp and
unconscious form. He sat carefully on the bed next to her and watched,
wondering how he was going to do this.

Nothing to think about. He reached for her closest shoe and pulled the
velcro back. It made a loud ripping sound and echoed around the room.
Jill was still deeply asleep. He pulled her sock off and admired her damp
foot with it's little toes. It was so cute to look at that he had an urge
to suck on it.

He pulled off her other shoe and sock and then both feet were bare and
inviting. Tommy didn't see anything wrong with maybe playing with her
feet. It wasn't sexual, right?

He slipped down to the floor and peered at her toes from a foot away.
His tongue snaked out and tasted her middle toe. Then, before he could
think about it, an urge overwhelmed him and he had half of her foot in his
mouth. He stopped and tried to think how it had happened. He'd just did
it. That was all. Tommy experimented with his tongue and felt and tasted
around and in between her toes.

His pants filled with his engorged penis.

Something inside Tommy's mind gave in and he reached up to unbutton her
little pants. The toes weren't enough anymore and he crept up to her belly
and nuzzled it with his nose and lips. His head swirled with intoxication.

He had to strip her for bed. If she woke up, that's what he'd say.
With anticipation, he pulled her pants off. Her underwear came down a
little on one side and her baby skin bare thigh was exposed for him to see
and nuzzle. He did, and he smelled the slight smell of her urine nearby.

Thousands of desires hit him at once. Desires to smell, taste, touch,
lick, pull, push, probe, drink, eat, rape, and love in all kinds of
combinations. But Tommy cut strait to what he wanted most.

Tommy pulled her panties off and spread her legs. Jill was still asleep
and he found her private places unresisting. He saw white puffy skin,
tacky from being cramped up in her pants, and just beginning to come apart.

He started by gently running his tongue just across the surface of her
slit. He didn't taste anything though and wanted to actually taste her.
Tommy slid his tongue smoothly in between her damp lips and found the well.
Then he could taste her. It had a mildly sharp tang to it and it made
Tommy think of Jill.

Tommy's eyes went wide and he suddenly came hard into his shorts. At
the same time, Jill moaned and tried to turn over. Tommy's head was
blocking her and all Tommy could do was stay frozen while he tried to
stifle his orgasm.

He was able to finally drop when he saw her arm start to move towards
him. He got out of reach and she turned over, leaving her butt exposed.
Tommy looked up to see how she was laying. Her left leg was up and that
left her prize showing but closed.

Tommy waited while his blood pumped wildly, making him shaky. He heard
her go into deep breathing soon and knew she was deep asleep. He reached
up, ready to drop out of sight, and moved both her body and the pillow she
was holding until her legs were both open and at the edge of the bed.

This was better. Her lips parted wide open and he could see her small
pinkness form a way in. Tommy got right up to it and took a slow sniff. A
faint odor of what he had tasted. It reminded him of how quickly he'd cum
and he would love to feel that again.

Tommy dropped his shorts and held his damp cock in his hand. He looked
deeply into his sisters girlhood and wanted it really bad. He had already
started to throb in his hand as he pressed his face flush up to her jackpot
and probed into her with his tongue.

He found her developing clit and pressed against it first, then he slid
up to her opened entrance. He probed in deeper. Tommy suspected he'd
gotten an inch of his tongue into her before he couldn't find the way in
farther. He brushed his tongue around inside her and it seemed that maybe
she could take something wider.

Then he smelled her anus. It was right there in his nose. It made
everything he tasted richer in flavor and sex. He brushed his tongue up
into it. It didn't taste as strong as it smelled. He slipped his tongue
to the anus itself and pressed into her. This felt like it could give for
him.

Tommy's cock was vibrating in his hand as he tongued his sisters ass
hole until it started to open for him. The tip began to enter her insides.
He started to cum. He moaned and his sister's bottom vibrated with it. He
was starved for this, he couldn't control himself. His free hand went to
her side and pulled her into him. His other hand stopped to help and
suddenly her legs dropped to his shoulders and she was almost on him.

Tommy was still cumming when his hand went back to his throbbing cock
and started a whole new round of orgasms. His tongue suddenly slid much
deeper into his sisters open bum and he was almost blinded by the intense
feelings. An intense urge hit him to shoot his cum into her little box and
before he could think, he stood clumsily and pressed himself to her while
holding her open with his fingers.

Only he went too stiff and it popped up and sprayed cum all over her
hair, back, bottom, and the bed sheets. He jerked and then pushed himself
sloppily to her anus and hold the rest shooting into her.

All he could do was hold himself tightly and ride it out in her ass.

It seemed to last forever, then it was suddenly too short. He felt
himself start to go weaker. He blew out a breath and it seemed to echo in
the room. He became very aware of her anus starting to clench in
irritation and realized that he had pushed himself in by an inch. He
slowly slid himself out, barely able to stand strait while he tried to push
her body slowly back over the bed completely.

Then he froze as Jill suddenly climbed back into her bed. Had she been
awake? Tommy felt panic as he dropped out of sight and onto the floor. He
heard her stop moving, and then start again. She was trying to get
comfortable and seemed not able to. Tommy peeked up for a second to see
how she was laying. He was beginning to feel very paranoid.

Jill was facing away from him and trying to curl up while pulling her
shirt to cover her round bottom up. She was cold. Tommy slid across the
floor and grabbed some underpants and pajama bottoms there, then pulled up
his shorts as he stood.

Deep breath, then he acted like nothing was wrong and began to put her
underwear and pajama bottoms on. Jill stayed sleepy and barely helped.
But as he was putting the covers over her she asked "Wha' were you doing?"

Tommy said evenly, "I was putting on your pajamas."

"No, before."

Tommy had had some experience with fooling teachers. He treated this as
such. "I was getting you ready for bed. There was no before." he said
with the implication that she was being odd.

Jill didn't say anything and seemed to go back to sleep. Tommy said,
"Goodnight." and he walked backwards out of her room then shut the door.
Then he stood there and shook with his eyes closed. What the hell had he
just done?

He had actually molested his own kid sister. How the hell could he have
done such a despicable act?

Tommy suddenly understood how he had allowed himself to cross the
uncrossable line. He had simply wanted it so badly, he would have paid any
price. Only looking at it now, with the legal issue too, it didn't seem
like such a good bargain.

He began to think of ways he might have left evidence of his wrong
doing. He looked down at his shorts and knew they'd been soaked with his
first load. But they were off the next time. Tommy went back into her
room and started to rub the carpet with his sock where he suspected he
might have cum. His sock started to get wet on the toes and he knew he'd
hit something.

He couldn't find anymore and he the stood still and took another look at
his sisters covered little body. She was very quiet. He remembered what
she felt and tasted like. There were the feelings. Tommy isolated them
and labeled them the Nutty Professor Mistake in his head.

He would go down first thing in the morning to get it fixed and hope to
god that Jill didn't remember anything.

Jill murmured, "No" and a split second later, Tommy keyed into her
having just said it. His thoughts came to a halt and panic set in. Tommy
backed away and out once again.

His face felt drained of blood as he walked back and into the bathroom
to brush the scent of evidence from his teeth and wash his face. Tommy
buried his clothes in the laundry basket and then went to bed, thinking.

He laid there and thought for a long time before sleep took him. He
mostly worried.

The alarm went off and for a moment, Tommy didn't remember a thing.
Then it all hit him and he robotically got out of bed. He didn't stop to
see if anybody else was up and made a bee line right for his car.

He was early and he stopped for a espresso before going to wait outside
the lab door.

It was an hour and a half later before the supervisor showed up. By
then, Tommy was jumpy from picturing police coming to get him any time.
The super saw his demeanor and asked, "Are you okay?"

Tommy said bluntly, "Change me back. I don't like the things this is
making me feel like doing."

The super paused and regarded Tommy. "Really? Like what things?"

Tommy lost his patience. "Change me back. Now!"

The super saw his impatience and knew Tommy wasn't going to satisfy his
curiosity right then. He'd have to humor him and then lead the
conversation. He opened the door. "Come in then."

Tommy slid into the room and took a quick look outside before shutting
it. It hadn't happened without being observed by the super.

The supervisor began the warm up for the Nano Scopic Magnetic
Manipulator which required pushing buttons and typing things onto
keyboards. Then he sat back and said, "It's going to need a half an hour
like this before we can go any further. Now, why don't you tell me exactly
what happened?"

"Um, I'd rather not." Tommy said guardedly.

"It in your contract." The super replied smoothly. "You can't withhold
any information from us regarding how they effected you. Subject to court
hearings and forfeiture of pay."

The last thing Tommy wanted was to tell those things in court, and broke
too. He relented and told the supervisor everything including how he would
flip flop from revulsion to lust without knowing it at first.

Then Tommy stopped to thing, then said, "If I got into legal troubles
because of this, how are you going to help me?"

The super leaned back, "We're not."

Tommy felt suddenly vulnerable. He swallowed hard. "Uh. Um. You're
not?"

"No, Tommy." said the supervisor officially. "You signed a waiver,
remember? We recommended you stay and have the problem reversed. You
wanted to go. You signed a waiver waving your rights to hold us liable for
your decision."

"But that's not right! It's your guys's fault. You should take at
least some of the blame."

"Nobody twisted your arm to sign that waiver. Now, you want it switched
back or not?"

Tommy didn't hesitate. "Fuck, yeah!"

The computer beeped and the supervisor went back to booting up the
system. Tommy fumed in silence. He couldn't think of an argument but
wasn't ready to give in.

Finally, everything was ready. Another tech had come in shortly before
and things looked ready to start for the day. Tommy was asked to lay in
the hole, and the overview map was scanned and synced to the hard data,
mapping and correcting minor adjustments to get the exact position of the
receptor labeled RC17-24-99. Then the buzzing sound filled the hole. It
was always louder during the early portions of the testing.

"Done." said the metallic voice of the intercom. "Okay, Tommy. You're
free to go." That was the supervisor, saying it in a way that made Tommy
feeling like the super enjoyed screwing Tommy.

He had no reason left to stick around. He started to slowly walk out.
He took one last look at the supervisor of the project, who then said, "Be
careful with yourself. We don't want to lose our investment in you." It
didn't make Tommy feel any better.

Tommy drove around, not knowing where to go. He didn't want to go home
because he was still feeling paranoid, but after a while he came to the
conclusion that it would be better if he was there first to maybe stop
things before they became out of control.

So he drove back home, slowly, and nervously. He started thinking of
things to say to Jill if she asked again about last night. He came up with
a dozen that all seemed to sound good and he tried to figure out which one
to choose before he got home.

He had a good idea of what kinds of things he could answer for almost
any question she might ask as he pulled up to his family home.

The answers disintegrated when he saw the police cruiser in the
driveway. His mother was looking upset with two officers and they all
turned to look at him from hearing his car pull up.

His mother suddenly looked right at Tommy with deadly anger in her eyes.

Tommy knew right then that he was about to get busted.
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