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Two Dashes of Mid-Summer - 2
by Endrael (endrael@yahoo.com)

***

Picking up the story not long after the end of Part 1, 
a few complications begin to become evident with Kim, 
and this affects the relationship between Mike and 
Sara, although not so drastically that they can't enjoy 
Sara's coming-of-age. Cindy, whom Mike and Sara met in 
the movies not long before, reappears, and she turns 
out to be a rather volatile wild card. (MF-teens, inc, 
bi, 1st, exh, rom)

***

Author's Note: Two Dashes of Mid-Summer is heavy on 
characterization throughout, so for those of you 
looking for a quick nitty-gritty, it's best advised you 
look elsewhere.


Part 2 - Sara's 18th Birthday

CHAPTER 1

I'd come over early to Sara's for her birthday party, 
which was at one of the parks that occupied the river 
front, to help out where needed and to spend some time 
with her. We'd seen each other every day over the last 
week, only not having sex on one of the dozen or so of 
those occasions. So obviously, Kim also knew, since 
there wasn't anything the two of them didn't share with 
each other, but her enthusiasm still caught me off 
guard.

She literally ran out the door as I was stepping out of 
my car and jumped me. I'd have fallen over if my car 
hadn't been immediately behind me, and she grinned at 
me after licking my lips. Sara was coming out the front 
door, smiling and laughing at her sister.

"You are the BEST!" Kim exclaimed, dragging me away 
from the car, grabbing my hands, and bouncing me around 
in circles while she laughed and grinned. "You are too 
awesome!" She pounced me again, and I couldn't help 
laughing, even as I stumbled again under the assault. 
"You have no idea how happy you've made her. It's 
amazing. Boggling! I didn't think there was any way you 
could make her any happier, but damn, Mr. Man." She 
flung her arms around me and hugged tight, then bit my 
neck and whispered in my ear. "But that's for you 
making her wait to take me."

I laughed and gave her a confused look.

"Whuh? I didn't tell her to do that at all."

Kim blinked at me, then looked over at Sara, who was 
leaning against my car, watching, bemused. She furrowed 
her brow and turned back to me.

"You didn't?"

I shook my head, and I felt her relaxed ease drain away 
as she blinked again.

"Sorry about the bite, then," she said, sounding 
dejected.

She cast a hurt look at her sister as she disengaged 
from me, then headed back into the house. I turned to 
Sara, who looked rather perplexed as she came up to me. 
I put an arm around her waist as she snuggled up to me, 
looking after Kim.

"What was that?"

"You told her I told you to wait to take her?"

Sara sighed a curse, turning and pressing her face 
against my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. We were... well, you can probably guess 
what we were doing, and I was telling her about all you 
and I did, and I wasn't thinking, and it was the first 
thing that came out when she wanted me to do her, and 
it was easier to let it stand than try to give a 
different reason after and then have to explain. I 
didn't think it would be a problem, and I wasn't 
expecting she'd say anything about it to you. God, I'm 
terrible. Always fucking things up because I can't 
think how to do things better." I blinked at her as she 
pulled away from my shoulder, wiping her eyes. She drew 
in a sharp breath, clearing her sinuses, then stepped 
back. "I need to talk with her, try to explain." She 
sighed and looked at me, kissed me. "I'm sorry. I 
didn't think this would happen." And then she was 
heading into the house.

This was definitely not what I had been expecting 
today, and I followed Sara, though not quickly. It was 
obvious even to my rather slow uptake that she didn't 
want me around for her talk with Kim, so I plopped down 
in the living room to wait, apprehensive. I had a 
feeling this situation wasn't going to work out very 
well, and I didn't like that. I got up again after a 
minute and headed into the kitchen to help Diane, 
Sara's and Kim's mom, pack stuff into coolers for the 
barbeque at the park later. Better than having to 
think, at least.

"No!"

That was Kim, and I looked toward the stairs. She was 
out in the hall, apparently, yelling at Sara.

"Go with him! Fine! I don't care! If you're happy, it 
doesn't matter, does it?"

Kim clambered down the stairs and stormed out of the 
house, slamming the door behind her. I looked at Diane 
and she shoo'ed me in their direction.

"They wouldn't want me prying," she said. "Especially 
not about that."

I nodded and headed into the front hall, spotting Sara 
sitting near the top of the stairs, crying. I climbed 
up to her and sat, wrapping my arms around her and 
gathering her close. She clung to me as she sobbed, 
trying to talk, and I shushed her. She was quiet after 
that while she cried, subsiding slowly, and then just 
leaned on me, face buried against my shoulder while I 
rubbed her back.

"She thinks I don't love her," she said after some 
time. "She thinks I told her what I did because I don't 
want to... because I don't want to love her, that I 
love you more and that you're more important to me than 
she ever was. Is."

I brushed my fingers through her hair, settling it 
behind her ear, gentle.

"Is that true?"

I felt her frown against my shoulder, and then she 
pulled back. Fresh tears poured out of her eyes and she 
glared at me.

"Would I-"

Her breath hitched, and she collapsed back against my 
shoulder, crying again. This wasn't as long, but it was 
still more than should have happened. I felt my heart 
wrench and I felt stupid for asking such an idiotic and 
obviously hurtful question.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, just holding her now.

She shook her head against me, but didn't lift her face 
away.

"Would I be crying like this if she weren't important 
to me? If she didn't mean as much to me as you do? 
Would I be feeling this hurt if that were true?"

I shook my head against hers and sighed.

"What can I do?"

"You can't. It isn't about you."

"It is if she thinks I'm coming between the two of 
you."

"But you're not!" She lifted her head and looked at me. 
"That's the thing. You're not! She KNOWS that. Fuck, 
we've all but... Fuck. I don't even know what the hell 
I'm trying to say. I can't think right now." She 
sniffled and wiped at her eyes with her palms. "I need 
to find her. I can't let her go like that. I don't want 
her doing anything stupid." She sniffled again, then 
wiped her nose on her sleeve, leaving wet trails. "Will 
you come with me? I know it's probably not a good idea, 
but I need you right now."

I nodded, and she hugged me, reluctant to let me go. 
She sighed after a minute and then stood, unsteady, 
before heading back to her room. I waited by the front 
door. She came back down, having changed, and we 
climbed into my car, silent.

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CHAPTER 2
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"Where would she go?" I asked after we'd gone through 
the whole neighborhood. There were dozens of side paths 
between every road, so Kim could be anywhere by now.

"I don't know," Sara said.

I didn't like the creeping hollowness in her voice, and 
I glanced at her. She was staring out the window, 
oblivious of me. I laid a hand lightly on her shoulder, 
but she didn't turn.

"Where do you think she would go?"

"Somewhere she can hide for a while. Probably a park. A 
tree. A bush. She could be anywhere. I don't know."

She went silent, and I returned my hand to the wheel, 
not saying anything else.

"I didn't think she was so hurt by it," she said after 
a time. "I didn't think she was feeling cut out. She 
never said or did anything that would tell me that. Or 
maybe I didn't notice it and she's right, that I've 
been more enraptured of you than with her lately."

There was a right thing to say to that, an instant 
emotional fix to shed enlightenment, and I felt I knew 
it, but whatever it was, it didn't want to surface. I 
didn't have the luxury of digging it up, not while 
driving, since it would require too much focus, and so 
I was simply silent. We both were, and I drove around 
for another half hour or so before finally stopping and 
parking in the shade in the parking lot of the mall.

"Does Kim like comics?" A completely random shot in the 
dark, but it was better than wasting gas driving 
aimlessly.

"She loves them. Why? You think she'd be in a comic 
store?"

I shrugged.

"Might as well look."

I looked at Sara, catching her gaze. Her eyes were 
still red and she had a strained look on her face, her 
lips pursed in a frown. I scooted over and wrapped my 
arms around her, hugging her, and she fell against my 
shoulder again, crying softly. I frowned and held her, 
rubbing her back until she'd gathered herself again.

"Kleenex..." She reached over the seat and rooted for 
the box of tissues in the back seat, then blew her 
nose, twice, and sighed. "Ok. I think I'm ok for a 
bit."

I nodded and kissed her eyes and forehead.

"Can I make a suggestion?"

"Hm?"

"If things get worked out between you two today, take 
her tonight. Make love to her and make it the best 
you've ever done. Show her you do love her. Don't make 
her wait anymore."

Sara nodded with a quiet "I will.", and then turned and 
opened the door. I climbed out after her, and received 
an elbow in the gut for it as she jerked sharply, a 
timid "Sara." coming down from the tree above us. I 
coughed and leaned against the still open door while 
Sara peered into the branches.

"Why are you up there?" she asked.

"I figured it would be the last place I'd be found," 
Kim said, still timid. Very unlike her, so she was 
obviously not faring much better than Sara had been 
since their confrontation.

I looked up. Kim was sitting about ten feet above us, 
nestled in a crook of branches. She wasn't wearing tree 
climbing clothes at all, but she didn't seem to care. 
Nor did she seem to care that we could both plainly see 
she wasn't wearing any underwear, leaving it obvious to 
us that, unlike her sister, she didn't shave. She was 
holding a comic book in one hand, one of the 'novel' 
ones, peering down through the branches at us.

"We wouldn't have even noticed you if you hadn't said 
anything," Sara said.

"I know. And I did think maybe I should just let you 
drive off, if that's what you were going to do, or come 
down after you'd gone into the mall and wait for you 
here. Or something. I don't know. I feel like shit, and 
I'm sorry for what I said. You don't look much better 
than I feel, and I'm sorry for hurting you."

"Will you come down?"

Kim shook her head.

"I want to finish my comic first. Not sure what I want 
after that. Maybe I'll think of something eventually."

I glanced at Sara. She was obviously struggling to come 
up with the right thing to say. Kim had started reading 
again, absorbing the details of each page before 
turning to the next.

"Maybe you're right," Sara said after a minute, and Kim 
lowered her comic to look at her.

"Right about what?"

"Maybe I have been giving more attention to Mike than 
to you. Maybe I have been not treating you as well as I 
should."

Kim stared at her. I don't know what she was thinking, 
but judging by her look, I'd guess she was too 
surprised for it.

"Ok," she said after a few seconds, then went back to 
her comic.

"God damnit, Kim! Don't do this. I love you. I don't 
want to fight with you. It tears me apart. Yes, I love 
Mike, but it doesn't change how I feel about you. It's 
different with you. You're a different person. I can't 
love you both in the same way because of that. You both 
mean the world to me. It's just in different ways. 
You're not any less important to me than he is."

Kim lowered her comic again, frowning at her sister.

"Then why don't you ever say it? Why can't you say 
those three simple words to me, but you can to Mike? 
Are you afraid it would be an acknowledgement of the 
seriousness of our relationship? I know you don't feel 
the same way about us as me, but what we have IS 
serious, Sara, even if it is doubly condemned. I don't 
care about that. I DO care about you, and I DO care 
about how you act towards me, and it hurts when you can 
tell Mike you love him, but never say the same thing to 
me. It doesn't make me feel like you consider me worth 
the bother."

Sara winced and looked down at the ground, clasping her 
arms in front of her. For my part, I was feeling like 
an intruder, and I'd have slunk off and let the two of 
them work things out if I could have.

"I'm sorry. I honestly didn't know I was doing that. I 
never meant to hurt you."

"I know. And I thought it was obvious, but you've been 
so absorbed in Mike, especially since last week, it 
didn't seem to register with you."

"Um..." I started. I felt stupid for entering this 
conversation, but it needed to be done, I thought.

"Hi, Mike," Kim said, turning her attention to me. This 
was a very different Kim than I was used to, since I 
had never seen this side of her before, and I wasn't 
sure how to deal with her. I had the impression she was 
wanting more to ignore my presence and tear at Sara 
than acknowledge I was standing next to the target of 
her ire.

"Weren't you the one who said it was good we were 
talking and working things out, when Sara told me about 
you and her?"

Kim blinked down at me, silent while she thought.

"Probably."

"Did you ever try that before now to tell Sara you were 
feeling neglected?"

They both stared at me.

"I want to finish my comic," Kim said after some 
moments, then lifted the comic again and started 
reading.

Sara sighed in disgust and started back into the car, 
but I stopped her, shaking my head at her. She frowned.

"If it makes you feel better about breaking your 
sister's heart, Kim, then blame me. That's fine. But 
she does love you. She cried for twenty minutes after 
you stormed out, so hard she couldn't even talk, 
because she felt like she'd just lost you. She did 
again for probably another five a few minutes after 
that, and again in the car just now. If she didn't love 
you or care about you as deeply as she does, she 
wouldn't have been doing that, and if you had talked 
with her, I'm sure she would have done everything she 
could to make things right between the two of you."

Kim stared at me, comic book held loosely in her hands.

"I know," she said softly.

"Then why didn't you?"

"I didn't want to do anything that would take away her 
being happy."

"But damnit!" Sara shot. "You make me happy too, Kim. 
You have no idea. You give me strength. Stability. You 
make me laugh because you're so damned energetic. I 
can't even think of everything you do that makes me 
happy. And how can I not love you? You're my sister, 
for christ sake!" She was crying again, tears running 
down her cheeks.

"Can I finish my comic?"

"God damnit."

Sara muttered and wiped roughly at her eyes, then 
hauled herself into the tree, climbing up to sit with 
Kim. She took her comic and tossed it down to me, Kim 
not even attempting to stop her, and then leaned into 
her and gave her a fierce kiss.

"I love you, Kim. I love you with everything I am, even 
if I may not show it all the time. I would do anything 
to make you happy, and I feel... I feel like I've let 
you down, and I'm sorry for that. I never wanted to do 
that, and I didn't know I was doing that, and I'm 
sorry. I want to make it up to you. What can I do? 
Please tell me what I can do to make up for hurting 
you."

Kim shook her head a bit, turning her gaze down to me.

"Can I finish my comic?" she asked Sara.

"Are you going to come down from this tree?"

"If you promise me two things."

"If I can."

"Can you please be more honest about the seriousness of 
our relationship? You know how important it is to me, 
how important you are to me, and I feel cheated every 
time you don't say or do something to acknowledge it."

"As long as it won't reveal it to people we don't know 
we can trust."

"That's fine. I don't want to change that. All three of 
us would get hell for it if we were public about it. I 
just want you to be more honest with me about it. 
That's what's important."

"Then I can do that." She nodded and kissed Kim, a 
gentle kiss. "What else?"

Kim lifted one hand and ran it along Sara's chest and 
up to the back of her neck, pulling her close and 
looking intently at her.

"Love me. You've given yourself, so you know how 
important it is. And we agreed, and that hurts more 
than anything else, that you've been putting me off, 
and for a reason that wasn't real. It makes me feel 
like it isn't important to you."

Sara nodded, then moved in and gave Kim a long, slow 
kiss.

"It is important for me, and I'm sorry I've hurt you. I 
wasn't thinking when I said that, and I'm sorry. But we 
will tonight. Definitely tonight."

Kim moved then and put her arms around Sara, giving her 
a tight but precarious hug, and then they climbed down 
from the tree.

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CHAPTER 3
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"Mike?"

Sara and Kim were sitting cuddled in the back seat, 
Sara whispering an 'I love you' at random intervals to 
her sister. I cast a glance back at Kim and saw she was 
looking at me from her place on Sara's shoulder, Sara 
stroking her hair. We hadn't yet left the parking lot, 
let alone left the parking slot.

"Hm?" I gave in answer.

"Do you have any money right now?"

"A little. Why?"

"Can we go out to lunch somewhere?"

"As long as it's somewhere not too terribly expensive."

"That's fine. I just need... something. A hamburger 
sounds good right now. Guacamole, maybe."

"Red Robin?"

That was the only place I could think of off the top of 
my head that actually had guacamole burgers, but it was 
on the other side of town. Kim made a face.

"No. I don't like their food. It's bland. There's a 
place downtown that has good stuff, though. I forget 
what it's called, but I know where it's at."

"The Bull Horn?"

"Yeah! That's the place. Can we go there?"

"You sure you're going to have room left for the 
barbeque later and then Sara after that?"

Sara laughed.

"I don't think the barbeque's all that important, 
anymore," Sara said, lifting Kim's face up to hers and 
giving her a kiss. "It's just going to be the show 
before the entertainment."

Kim smiled and gave her sister an even longer kiss, 
guiding her hand from her hair down to between her 
legs. She moaned quietly as Sara started her fingers 
moving, and they both jumped as I threw the towel at 
them. Kim gave the towel a bewildered look while Sara 
psh'ed and laughed.

"As if either of us would ever think to do anything 
sexual that might stain your car," she said, grinning 
at me.

"I know," I said, returning her grin. "The two of you 
are such perfect angels."

"What the hell is this for?" Kim asked, looking at me.

"To put under your pretty little ass and pussy so I 
don't have to try cleaning the seats after Sara's 
gotten you off."

"Oh." She laughed and undid her seat belt, then folded 
the towel and slid it under her. "But what about Sara? 
You only have one towel."

I grinned and winked at her.

"Guess you'll have to keep her from getting too wet and 
runny."

"Oh, that is so not fair," Sara whined, but she dropped 
her hand back down to between her sister's legs, 
nonetheless.

"But you love it," Kim and I both said at the same 
time, and we laughed.

"Jinx," I proclaimed, grinning.

"Hey!"

Kim was silenced from saying anything more as Sara 
caught her in a kiss, starting her fingers moving 
again. I shut up too, not wanting to say or do anything 
that might interrupt this. This wasn't at all like I 
had been envisioning the first time seeing the two of 
them do more than kiss, but I was certainly not going 
to complain.

Kim moaned into the kiss, a quiet sound, and wrapped 
her arms around her sister, pulling her closer as their 
kiss deepened and Sara worked her fingers on her pussy. 
Kim was surprisingly quiet, being more physical in her 
demonstration of her rise toward orgasm as compared to 
Sara's vocalness. She writhed and squirmed, digging her 
fingers into the back of Sara's shoulders as she 
clutched at her. After a few minutes of increasing 
agitation, she clutched even more aggressively at Sara, 
whimpering into the kiss and grinding her hips against 
Sara's manipulating fingers. She settled back into the 
seat again after a minute, slowly, purring softly, and 
gently pushed Sara's hand away.

"I love you," Sara said, smiling and putting her arms 
around Kim.

Kim smiled, settling against her shoulder again.

"Thank you," she said, cuddling against her sister.

"What should her punishment be for speaking while 
jinxed?" I asked, looking at Sara and smiling.

Sara laughed and Kim burst out with, "Oh shit!" as she 
sat up, shaking her head vehemently.

"I think one orgasm for every word might be a good 
start," Sara said, grinning and looking merrily at Kim.

Kim blinked and furrowed her brow at Sara, then 
laughed.

"That doesn't seem like it'd be so bad."

"Should we count contractions as one word or two?" I 
asked.

"Hm... Constractions..." Sara purred, pulling Kim over 
and nibbling her lip. "I say two, because it's more fun 
that way."

I grinned and did a quick rerun of everything Kim had 
said since I'd pronounced jinx.

"So that means she has a debt of fifteen orgasms so 
far, and she has another fourteen to go."

"Shit," Kim said, laughing. "Might as well just make me 
cum until I pass out, with as much as I talk."

"That works too," Sara said, grinning. "But that means 
we'd just be doing what I was wanting to do anyway, so 
we need a different punishment."

I hm'ed while Kim looked back and forth between the two 
of us, trying to decide if she should be amused or 
afraid.

"You're not serious, are you?" she asked. "Can the 
punishment be displaced to Sara, since she's more into 
that stuff than I am?"

"But you're the one who's jinxed. Not her."

She gave a theatrical wail, then stuck her tongue out 
at me, laughing as she grinned.

"Fine. Be that way."

"Oooh!" Sara cried, looking excitedly at me. "Can it be 
put off until tomorrow?"

"What do you have in mind?"

She grinned and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

"You still have that remote vib?"

I laughed and nibbled her ear.

"You should know the answer to that."

"Conspiring!" Kim exclaimed, mock pouting.

"But you're going to enjoy the results, I can 
guarantee," I said to her, winking.

"Yay!" She bounced in her seat and clapped her hands.

"Would you be willing to move up plans to take her?" I 
whispered to Sara, then nibbled her ear again.

She purred, biting my earlobe, and she grinned against 
my cheek.

"What devilishness do you have in mind?"

"Is Kim in any way as exhibitionistic as you are?"

Sara laughed and kissed me, holding my face in her 
hands, and nibbled my lip, then grinned at me.

"Oh, you're evil."

"What!?" Kim exclaimed, leaning forward as she 
fidgeted.

I grinned at her and motioned her back, and she slumped 
into her seat again, reluctantly, as I drew Sara 
forward again.

"You're going to have to be surreptitious about this if 
you don't want things to get awkward. Think you can do 
that?"

Sara smirked and made a disparaging sound.

"How many years now have the two of us been doing just 
that?"

I smiled and nibbled the side of her neck, then told 
her what I had in mind. She tumbled back into her seat 
and let her head fall back, laughing and grinning.

"What!?" Kim cried again. "Tell me!"

"Oh, you are going to so love me and hate me," Sara 
said through her laughter.

"What!?"

"We're going to go eat," I said. "Then we're going to 
head to my place so the two of you can have some 
privacy, since my parents are both at work, then we're 
going to head to Sara's party at the park."

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CHAPTER 4
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We went to lunch first, as planned, though we ran into 
a technicality as we walked through the front door of 
the Bull Horn.

"Oh god," Sara said as we waited for a seat to open up.

Both Kim and I followed her riveted gaze to alight on 
Cindy, the woman Sara and I had met in the movie 
theater the week before and who had invited Sara on a 
private date pending Sara's call. Being able to see her 
clearly made me realize what it was about her that had 
gotten Sara's attention: she was a blatantly sexual 
woman, even wrapped up and acting prim and proper on 
the job. She moved and communicated as if she wanted 
everyone she came in contact with to become infected 
with the lust that coursed through her. I noticed she 
paused and sat in a chair by the kitchen doors every 
time she headed in to give the cooks the orders she'd 
gathered, going over each order sheet she had taken 
down. It didn't appear to me, however, as if she were 
actually seeing them. It looked more like she was 
cumming, although she hid it exceptionally well. Were I 
to guess, I'd say she had a mini vib hidden away inside 
herself.

"My god, sis," Kim breathed. "She's... fuck."

I tore my gaze from Cindy to look at Kim and saw she 
was even more fixated on Cindy than Sara was. I waved 
my hand in front of her face and she jerked and looked 
at me, then at Sara, dazed. Sara wore an amused smile, 
though she seemed slightly preoccupied, as well.

"That's Cindy," Sara said, her eyes drifting back to 
the kitchen doors.

"The one from the movies?"

Sara nodded and made a yes sound, and Kim's attention 
locked on the kitchen again, too, almost like a 
predator.

"Shit..." Kim shook and pulled in a deep breath, then 
shook her head sharply and looked at Sara again. She 
grabbed her sister's face and made her look at her, 
fixing her with an intense stare. "I am going to kick 
your ass if you don't share her," she hissed, only loud 
enough for Sara and me to hear. "Mike's step-sister may 
be the hottest woman I've ever seen, but her-" she 
jerked her head toward the kitchen, "-she's a... a... 
goddess. A sex queen. Lust incarnate."

Sara smiled, then moved forward suddenly and licked her 
sister's nose. Kim ack!'ed and wiped her nose.

"I'll share," Sara said, "but I get her first. I still 
haven't called her, so maybe it's good she works here 
and we came by."

I had kept my attention on the kitchen doors during 
this exchange, only half listening to what the two of 
them were talking about. Cindy sat in the chair again 
as she exited the kitchen, flipping through the pages 
of her order pad to look busy. She was definitely 
wearing a vib, I decided, and I was about to say this 
to Sara and Kim when another waitress approached us to 
lead us to a seat. I stopped her as she was heading 
away, and she turned and came back.

"You going to be serving us?" I asked her.

"That's usually how we do it."

"Could you switch with Cindy there?" I nodded and 
pointed toward her, a few tables over. "She's a friend 
of ours and we haven't seen her for a while."

"Certainly. I'll let her know."

The waitress gave a plastic-cheer smile, clutching her 
order pad in front of her, and then was off. The three 
of us watched her talk with Cindy, then gesture 
unhappily at us before heading to another table to 
clean up. Cindy lit up as she approached, smiling 
grandly. I scooted over, catching Kim's fixated look as 
I did, and chuckled.

"Have a seat for a sec," I said to Cindy, smiling.

"I'd really love to." She looked around briefly, 
frowning slightly, then leaned on the table to be 
closer to the three of us, her gaze locking with Kim's. 
"But I'm afraid the tigress there is going to jump me."

Kim grinned and kissed at Cindy, and Cindy returned it 
with a wink. I grabbed Cindy and pulled her into the 
seat beside me, and she drew in a sharp breath, and up 
close I could see her minute shaking and the increase 
in her breathing. Most definitely cumming. I pulled 
Sara and Kim closer so the conversation would be more 
private.

"How long have you had the vib in?" I asked, smiling.

Cindy purred and smiled mischievously, eyes glinting, 
and I saw Kim's eyes widen.

"All day." She turned her attention to me as Kim's eyes 
widened even more, but paused on Sara to lick her lips, 
her smile shifting to devilish. "But I can't have it 
very high while I'm working. It gets... 
incapacitating."

"When do you get off?" Sara asked, moving her hands 
forward, as if she were seeking something.

"About once every ten minutes or so," Cindy purred. "At 
least on this setting." She grinned at Sara.

"Birthday party for me at the grandstand park this 
evening."

I grabbed Kim's hands as Cindy grinned. She was 
starting to lose her restraint, and needed to be 
reminded of it. She squeezed my hands painfully hard, 
never taking her stare off Cindy.

"How old?"

"Eighteen."

Cindy purred, a sultry sound, and licked her lips.

"Good. I try to avoid jail bait." She turned her 
attention to Kim. "Although in your case, little 
tigress, I may make an exception."

Kim squeezed my hands even harder and bit her lip, 
apparently not trusting herself to say anything. She 
was visibly shaking now with the effort to not tackle 
Cindy to the ground and start ravishing her right 
there. Cindy grinned and kissed at Kim, then looked 
back at Sara.

"When's our date, birthday girl?"

"Your next day off?"

"Wednesday. Two days from now. We can work out details 
at your party." She dropped her order pad on the table. 
"Now what do you want?"

"You," Kim blurted, then slammed her mouth shut again, 
startled.

"If I were on the menu, tigress, everyone would be 
ordering me." She grinned at Kim, who was now a vibrant 
red. "But I'm not, unfortunate as that is. That could 
be fun." She laughed.

"Guacamole burger for Kim there," I said, nodding at 
Kim, who still hadn't released my hands from her death 
grip. "Bacon burger for Sara, and double burger for 
me."

"Right." She paused, shaking slightly again as she was 
hit with another orgasm, and then drew in a deep breath 
and looked at me. She grinned and grabbed me, giving me 
a hungry kiss, nibbling my lip as she did. "And you, I 
think, could also be fun. You're the only person to 
realize I'm wearing a vib."

"I've had practice," I said, returning her grin. "Now 
go get our food taken care of before your tigress here 
crushes my hands and I can't use them for anything."

"And we definitely wouldn't want that. Such a great 
loss."

She kissed again at Kim, who whimpered and started 
shaking even more violently, her breathing picking up 
suddenly. Cindy grinned, then winked at Sara as she 
stood.

"Consider me at the party tonight," she said before 
turning and heading into the kitchen.

Sara pried Kim's hands off mine, and I winced as I 
flexed them, grimacing.

"Fuck..." Kim said, her voice shaky. "I think I should 
have worn underwear today..."

"Orgasm make a wet spot on your skirt?" I asked, 
laughing.

"How...?" She looked at me, dazed. "God. She never even 
touched me!" She beat her hands on the cushioned seat 
to either side of her, pouting theatrically. "It's not 
fair! How can she do that?"

"You let her because you wanted her to."

"Oh, screw you. I'm still tingly." She shivered, 
casting a glance toward the kitchen doors, then quickly 
averted her gaze, almost seeming to be afraid that even 
seeing Cindy again would drive her over the edge into 
another orgasm.

Both Sara and I laughed, and I passed Kim some napkins. 
She stuck her tongue out at me, but didn't refuse them, 
proceeding instead to surreptitiously clean herself 
before placing another few to absorb any further 
leakage.

We were mostly silent while we waited for our food, too 
amused with Kim's reaction to Cindy to be able to talk 
without bursting out laughing. Kim buried her face in 
her arms, laying her head on the table, to hide the 
blush that wouldn't go away. She jerked her head up as 
Cindy stopped at our table and spoke, then just as 
quickly locked her gaze on the table in front of her, 
shaking.

"Looks like the tigress is a bit overwhelmed."

Cindy set our food down and then slid into the seat 
next to Kim, who went rigid, her hands clenching and 
her breathing almost stopping. She ran a finger lightly 
over Kim's cheek, only to have her wrist grabbed and 
held while Kim shook and tried to hide her whimpers. 
Cindy only smiled as Kim fixed a hot and hungry stare 
on her.

"You," she said, barely able to talk, "are MINE after 
Sara and you have your bit of fun together."

Cindy lowered her eyelids and licked her lips, 
"Thursday, then." then pried Kim's hand away. She 
leaned forward and brushed her lips over Kim's, then 
slid out of the seat before she could be grabbed again. 
Kim shivered and whimpered quietly through another 
orgasm while Cindy grinned.

"I'll try to stay out of sight so she doesn't explode," 
she said to Sara and me. "And to keep my coworkers from 
getting any more ideas." She smirked and then 
disappeared into the thinning lunch crowd.

"Fuck..." Kim muttered, staring at her burger. It took 
her several minutes before she could manage to pick it 
up and eat with as much as she was shaking.

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CHAPTER 5
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I had to keep Sara between Kim and Cindy while we were 
leaving so Kim could function enough to get back out to 
the car, which meant I wasn't able to see Cindy's 
reaction to finding Kim's cum drenched napkins sitting 
on her plate. That and because I was having to pay 
attention to counting out enough money to pay for the 
meal, which wasn't easy, considering where my mind was. 
I had barely enough, though that was partly because I'd 
left a ten for Cindy as a tip, quite more than the ten 
percent of the sixteen the food had cost.

Once at the car, we sat and stared at Kim, waiting.

"What!?" she cried after a minute. "Why are you both 
giving me that look?"

"Well?" Sara asked, grinning suddenly.

"How the FUCK did you ever manage to cross paths with 
such a... with someone so... OVERWHELMING?" She stared 
intently at Sara, struggling to articulate. "What... 
How... I don't want what just happened to be better 
than with you!"

She twitched and crossed her arms over her chest, 
clutching tight to her elbows and holding herself, 
lowering her head and struggling not to cry. Sara slid 
over and gathered Kim in her arms, holding her and 
turning her face up to hers, giving her a kiss.

"Cindy will fuck you, and she'll likely blow your mind, 
but she won't make love to you like I will, and that's 
a better mind bomb."

Sara held Kim's gaze with her own, and Kim nodded 
slowly after a bit, settling her head on her sister's 
shoulder. Sara lowered her mouth to Kim's and gave her 
a very long kiss, and Kim gradually relaxed, unlocking 
her arms and slipping them around Sara. Sara pulled 
back after a while, probably five minutes, maybe even 
ten, and ran her fingers through Kim's hair.

"It will be good. I want to make it as good for you as 
I possibly can. I promise."

Kim smiled and straightened, bouncing in her seat.

"Let's go! Let's go! I want sis to love me!"

She grabbed me and turned me to face forward, then 
plopped back down in her seat, resuming bouncing after 
she'd fastened her seat belt. I chuckled and took us to 
my place, making it quick, as I could tell they were 
both eager to get started. I had to pull them apart as 
we stepped inside, ignoring Kim's protests to the 
contrary.

"Sara knows where I've stashed everything," I said, 
switching my gaze back and forth between the two of 
them. "So I'm going to leave the two of you alone here 
and head back over to your place to help finish getting 
things ready for the party. I'll be back about four, so 
you have a few hours to love each other, ok?"

"Yay!" Kim bounced and started a cheesy cheer routine, 
then stopped suddenly, intent on me. "What do you mean 
you have a stash? What do you have?"

"You'll find out," Sara said, laughing.

I winked at Kim, then pulled her forward and licked her 
lips. Much to my surprise, she didn't protest or make a 
big deal about it.

"Anything else to say before letting us go?" she asked 
instead.

"Only one." I motioned Sara down the hall to my room, 
and she nodded and left. I watched her, mainly with my 
eyes on her ass, until she disappeared into my room, 
then turned to Kim. "Let her lead. I know how badly you 
want this and how eager you can be, but trust me. Let 
her lead."

"Ok," she said, nodding. "But that's only going to hold 
so far, you know. Once we're going at it good and 
happy, I always end up leading, and I don't think this 
is going to be any different."

"I figured." I laughed. "She's happy being submissive, 
but at least until she's taken you two or three times, 
let her lead."

She blinked at me and gave me a bland look.

"Mike. Don't be stupid. It's only going to be one time, 
if things go right. You don't honestly think I'm going 
to let her pull out once she's in, do you? 'cause I do 
know you got her at least a strap-on for her to use 
with me."

I laughed and pulled her forward again, giving her an 
actual kiss this time. Again, she didn't say or do 
anything about it, which was odd, although she didn't 
return it, either. I didn't think anything of it, 
figuring she was just too preoccupied with wanting to 
be with Sara to be bothered with making a show of it.

"Point taken. Have fun, then."

I grinned at her, and then she surprised me by pouncing 
me and giving me a kiss. Not just a simple, friendly 
kiss, but an actual tongue kiss. I was too dumb-founded 
to return it with any skill, but she didn't seem to 
care. She smiled when she stepped back.

"That was a thank you for doing this for us. I really 
appreciate it. I'm sorry about the scene earlier, but I 
really do think you're one of the greatest things to 
happen to her and to us. It's just sometimes... well, 
you were there, so you know what I mean."

She bounced forward again and gave me another kiss, and 
again I wasn't expecting it. She licked my lips, then 
grinned and dashed off down the hall. I stood rooted, 
too amazed at such a random show of intimate level 
affection from Kim. Her cry of "Glitter!" brought me 
out of my daze, and I shook my head to clear it, then 
stepped out, locked the door, and headed to their place 
for a bit.

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CHAPTER 6
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Thinking about the last few months on the way to Sara's 
and Kim's, it struck me how surreal it would look to 
someone on the outside.

Get together with one of the more attractive women in 
school, who's sister happens to be arguably THE most 
attractive woman in school. Discover that your new girl 
friend had also been eyeing you when you weren't also 
doing the same to her. Later, the same day your girl 
friend decides to let things get sexual between the two 
of you, have her tell you that she and her sister are 
lovers. Discover that both your girl friend and her 
sister/lover are nearly insatiable sex pots with a lot 
of kink even individually. 

On the day you take your girl friend's virginity, 
encounter another woman who's sexuality/sensuality puts 
the combined libido of the you-your girl friend-girl 
friend's sister triangle to shame. Encounter that woman 
again a week later by pure happenstance on your girl 
friend's birthday, an encounter which appears likely to 
be the start of a new addition to the triangle.

Which wouldn't really make it a triangle anymore, would 
it? More a group, I suppose. I had an idea Kim may have 
finally found the girl friend she hadn't really been 
looking for, since she seemed quite happy having only 
Sara.

And to top it off, leave your girl friend and her 
sister at your place for a few hours so your girl 
friend can make love to her sister and properly take 
her virginity. And then head to your girl friend's 
birthday party for a meeting with the sexual/sensual 
goddess and some more fun with your girl friend's 
sister.

I sat in the driveway once I reached Sara's and Kim's 
place and just had to laugh. Everything seemed so 
utterly absurd, but I had a feeling the complications 
weren't all smoothed out yet, even with the happy 
resolution of the explosion earlier today. And Kim's 
sudden lack of aversion to both being licked and kissed 
by me, and actually biting and kissing me of her own 
volition, was odd. She'd never done that before, and I 
wondered about it.

But then, there were a lot of things I had to wonder 
about all of this. I pulled my keys from the ignition 
and decided to undertake a little bit of clarification 
about at least one thing.

"I was expecting you'd be back with Sara or Kim or 
both," Diane said as I walked into the living room. 
"Did you find Kim?"

She was digging in a closet to extricate another cooler 
from under a pile of clothing and tools and other 
boxes. Why she wasn't clearing everything off the top 
of it before trying to pull it out, I don't know. She 
gave it a great tug and managed to dislodge it halfway, 
the disarray of items sitting on top of it sliding and 
then tipping back into the closet in a noisome crash. I 
waited until she'd freed the cooler with another tug 
and the rest of the detritus came tumbling down before 
saying anything.

"We found her, yeah. She was sitting in a tree at the 
mall reading a comic. Which is still in my car, come to 
think of it."

"That's good." She dropped the cooler on the sofa and 
opened it to ensure it was empty, then looked at me. 
"Did they work things out?"

"Yeah. They're at my place right now, actually. I 
thought I'd come back here and give them their alone 
time before picking them up about four and heading to 
the park for the party."

Diane nodded, then picked up the cooler and headed into 
the kitchen. I followed.

"That's good to hear. It'd be a shame for them to have 
a breakup over a boy." She set the cooler on the 
counter, then sat in a stool facing me. "Now don't take 
that the wrong way, because it's in no way a reflection 
on you, but it is a fairly stupid thing to fight 
about."

I chuckled and looked at the contents of the other 
coolers to see what else was needed, then started 
packing stuff away. I had known the party was going to 
be fairly big, what with two of Diane's siblings, 
Sara's and Kim's aunt and uncle on her side, and their 
families coming, and also their dad's brother, but 
seeing all the food we alone were going to bring drove 
it home.

"I don't think I've ever said it to you, but Jack and I 
both think you're a wonderful find for both of them. 
You've made them both exceptionally happy, but it's 
been more noticeable with Sara."

At that I had to laugh, and I stopped a moment to look 
at her, arms resting on the edges of the cooler.

"You're probably the third person today to tell me 
that, or say it in some way. It's very strange, you 
know. I don't understand it. I like them. Why wouldn't 
I want to make them happy?"

Diane smiled.

"I think it's a bit more than liking them. I've seen 
how you and Sara act with each other. I don't know if 
you're having sex yet, but you act like it all the 
way."

"Um..." I blinked and laughed nervously, suddenly 
finding it was a lot hotter than a minute ago.

"Oh, come now," Diane laughed. "I'm not like Jack. You 
don't have to be embarrassed about it with me. I 
figured it was going to happen, and I'm not going to 
give you that whole "Protect my daughter's innocence, 
young man" speech. They've inherited the libido of both 
their parents, so it wouldn't matter if I told them to 
abstain. Especially not when they have sex with each 
other. They'd go out and do it anyway."

"Yeah." I hadn't been expecting this conversation to go 
anything like this. I had been thinking I would need to 
bring this up, so now that Diane had, I was too 
surprised to pick it up and run with it.

"You do know about that, don't you?"

"About them having sex together?"

"Yes."

"Yeah." I nodded. "Sara told me a while ago, about a 
month before school let out. It... was the last thing I 
was expecting, I think. But no, it doesn't bother me." 
I laughed, as did Diane.

"No, I don't suppose it would. You're a full-blooded 
male, all right."

Then the conversation fell dead, dropping into one of 
those odd "Now what?" silences for a few seconds before 
I thought to continue it.

"I have been wondering, though."

"What's that?"

"When we were talking about it, me and Sara and Kim, to 
be sure everyone was ok with me knowing and everything, 
they both mentioned you know about them but that you 
don't do anything to stop them. Seem to help them, 
actually."

Diane nodded.

"If by helping they mean keeping them from getting in 
trouble with Jack because they're having sex when he's 
around or heading home, then yes. I had a serious 
girlfriend before I met Jack, so I understand what they 
see in each other and what they get out of it. Jack 
knows about that, so it's not that that would be the 
problem. Jack actually-" She stopped herself and 
laughed. "Well, you probably don't want to know about 
our interests, hm?"

I chuckled and shook my head.

"It's because they're related that would be the 
problem."

"Right."

"And that doesn't bother you?"

Diane shrugged and slid a bowl of fruit my direction. I 
stopped it before it slid off the edge and started 
packing them in among the ice.

"You'd probably be surprised by the breadth of what I 
find acceptable."

I arched a brow at her.

"So incest is acceptable?"

"Is there anything logically repulsive about it? It's 
no more unnatural than sex with someone who isn't 
related to you. And statistically, even with a brother 
sister pair where they're both normal, not retarded or 
anything, the chance of birth defects is still only 
equivalent to what a man and woman in their forties 
could expect."

"Which is what?"

"I don't remember, other than it's the low end of 
single digits. Really not something to worry yourself 
about, don't you think? And since they're sisters, they 
don't even have to worry about that."

I nodded, since there didn't seem much else I could do, 
or really anything to be said to that.

"What about Kim?" I asked instead, switching direction. 
"She mentioned, probably not thinking about it, I 
think, that you know she's a lesbian."

"Is she?"

I blinked, surprised.

"You didn't know that?"

"I didn't, no. I'd suspected, but I figured she was 
more like Sara. Bi. She's been eyeing you recently, by 
the way. I don't know if Sara's noticed, but I have. 
She might just have been doing it for whatever reasons 
caused their disagreement earlier, though."

That time I was caught entirely by surprise, and I was 
silent for several seconds.

"That... would explain a few things, I think. I'll have 
to try to remember to talk with her later."

Diane nodded, and I stood thinking, staring into the 
half-packed cooler.

"Oh." I looked back up at Diane. "We ran into a new 
friend down at the Bull Horn this afternoon and invited 
her to the party. Thought you'd like to know so you 
don't get all freaked that some stranger up and decided 
to join in."

"All right. What's her name?"

"Cindy. You'll know her when you see her. She's very... 
distinctive. And don't be surprised if Kim's all over 
her, or at least watching her like a cat stalking 
prey."

Diane laughed, then stood and started pulling stuff out 
of the pantry and handing it to me.

"So she's that sort of person, is she?"

"If you mean unmistakably sensual, yes."

"Is she Kim's girl friend?"

"Not yet." I laughed. "I think they probably will be in 
short order, though, if Kim's reaction to her this 
afternoon was any indication."

Diane hummed, an amused sound, and for some reason, 
that made the oddity of this conversation apparent to 
me. Talking with my girl friend's mother about sex and 
relationships. Very, very weird. And except for that 
initial comment about Sara and me having sex, it wasn't 
at all uncomfortable, which was even more unusual. I 
hadn't expected it to be this easy to talk with her.

"She and Sara have a date on Wednesday," I continued, 
"and then she and Kim have one the next day. If Kim 
isn't an exhausted wreck by the time she gets home, 
I'll be very surprised."

Diane laughed and turned to me.

"You're that sure she's that good?"

"You'd have to have been at the Bull Horn with us."

She huffed, skeptical.

"I'll have to see her in action for myself, I guess. I 
have no reason to doubt you, though if Kim is that 
taken, it might be better to keep an eye on her to keep 
her from doing anything... hasty. She can be a bit 
impulsive at times."

"Already taken care of." My immediate thought was the 
'punishment' we had decided to inflict on her and the 
new use it could be put toward.

"Oh?"

I only smiled.

"It's taken care of. Don't worry about it."

Diane studied me for a minute, then turned back to the 
pantry, laughing and shaking her head.

"It's sexual, isn't it?"

I laughed.

"Maybe."

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CHAPTER 7
=========

"Did you know your mom had a girl friend before she met 
your dad?"

Sara was still lying on Kim, who was trembling and had 
left a lot of scratch marks on Sara's back. True to her 
word, Kim hadn't let Sara pull out even once, having 
locked her legs firmly around her sister. They both 
broke their kiss and looked over at me when I gave them 
that information.

"What?" came from Sara, and "She did?" came from Kim.

"Yeah. She and I talked while I was over helping her 
finish packing stuff for the party. I was planning to 
ask her some things, but she brought it up herself."

"Brought what up?" Kim asked, then rolled her head back 
and whimpered as Sara started to fuck her again with 
deep, slow strokes.

This was far too distracting, watching them have sex, 
and I needed to do something to ease it a bit before 
being able to talk with them without losing track of 
what I was saying. I stripped and climbed on the bed 
behind Sara, grabbing the crotch of the strap-on and 
moving it aside. 

She immediately slid her knees forward and further 
apart, which impaled the full length of the strap-on 
into Kim, who moaned loudly and clutched even more 
tightly to Sara. I positioned myself and then teased 
Sara by running myself around her entrance. She moaned 
in frustration and thrust back at me, but I grinned and 
kept myself from sliding into her.

"How many times have you cum?"

"Only twice," Sara said. "But that was before we got 
into this position."

"I lost track after the first hour," Kim answered, 
obviously out of breath.

"Kim."

"Mike."

"Kiss your sister and keep her that way."

"Gladly," she purred.

She moved her hands up and grabbed the back of Sara's 
head, locking her in a kiss, and I drove forward, 
burying myself in Sara. She screamed into Kim's mouth, 
tightening her fists on her sister's shoulders and 
shaking violently as she came. I didn't move, enjoying 
it too much, and I nibbled the back of her shoulders 
until she'd come down, still shuddering and moaning and 
panting into the kiss. I shifted a bit, and then 
started to move in her, hard and fast, and her muffled 
cries grew louder again even as she started to rock her 
hips back at me, fucking Kim at the same time.

I came quickly, but didn't stop, too turned on with the 
situation to have any possibility of deflating, and 
continued to drive into Sara with all I could muster. 
She shook and screamed into Kim's mouth as she came 
again, and Kim writhed and whimpered under her as she 
fucked the both of us.

Sara, I know, had another four orgasms before I finally 
peaked again after about ten minutes and had to 
collapse, and I have no idea how many Kim had, though 
I'd guess it was even more. Sara jerked away from Kim's 
mouth with a loud cry and buried her face against her 
sister's shoulder, breathing heavily. Kim continued to 
shake and twitch, eyes closed.

"We should have done a threesome sooner," Kim muttered, 
lolling her head to the side and opening her eyes to 
look blearily at me. "Holy fuck that was good. Wow. 
Never had a constant orgasm like that before."

Sara laughed breathlessly and I grinned.

"I hope you have some energy left, 'cause we still need 
to go to the park for the birthday girl's party."

"Food? There had better be food ready by the time we 
get there. Fuck, I'm hungry now." She tried to shove 
Sara off her, but didn't manage to budge her at all. 
"But I think I'm stuck under my lovely sister right now 
and impaled on her strap-on." She locked her legs 
around Sara's waist again, rocking her hips.

"You haven't had enough yet?" Sara asked, lifting her 
head to look at her sister.

Kim hummed and shook her head, pulling Sara down for a 
kiss.

"I can never get enough of you, sis. I think Mike's 
going to have to fight me for you now."

I laughed and worked a hand between the two of them, 
tweaking one of Kim's nipples. She gasped and jerked, 
ripping my hand away.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed, twitching. "Sensitive! Oh 
my god!"

"Welcome to the club," Sara said, grinning and nibbling 
on Kim's lip. "Now you know what it's like for me."

"But you can handle it if someone tells you, you have 
to." She stuck her tongue out at Sara.

"Don't be so sure of that." Her grin broadened as she 
straightened, peeling away from Kim and grabbing her 
wrists, then locking them above her head with her 
weight as she leaned forward. "Mike?"

"Gladly," I said. I scooted over and settled my mouth 
on Kim's nearest nipple while taking the other between 
my fingers, starting with the torture.

"Oh god! No! Shit! Oh my fuck! Hell!"

Kim lost any coherency after that, writhing and 
squirming under my assault and Sara starting fucking 
her again. She started trembling soon after and arched 
hard, a long, shaky moan escaping her as she came, 
though neither Sara or me let up. She started shaking 
her head back and forth after another minute or so, 
trying to talk as she locked her legs tight around 
Sara's waist, but we didn't stop. It wasn't until I 
started to recognize "Breathe." and "Stop." that I 
actually did stop, and had Sara do the same. Kim 
slumped back to the bed, shaking violently and 
breathing hard, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Ok," she said weakly after a few minutes. "I think 
I've had enough now for a while. Fuck, I hurt." She 
slapped weakly at me. "You're too good at that, Mr. 
Man. You should do that to me again, only not right 
now."

Sara grinned and I laughed, then helped Sara dislodge. 
Kim whimpered as the strap-on slid out of her, covering 
her pussy with her hands and lightly running her 
fingers over herself while she let her legs slide out 
and lie straight for what was likely the first time in 
hours. Sara and I let Kim rest while we showered and 
cleaned up, along with cleaning the strap-on, and then 
I helped Sara get Kim into the shower herself.

I took the opening to put new blankets and sheets on my 
bed, since the ones that had been on there were soaked 
completely through with Kim and Sara, then helped the 
two of them back to my room. Kim collapsed into my 
computer chair with a groan and a sigh, still shaking.

"I think I understand now why you were ignoring me so 
much over the last week," she said, looking at Sara, 
who was lying next to me and falling asleep. "What I 
don't understand is why you put me off if it's this 
good."

"I don't know," Sara said, struggling up to lean on one 
elbow. "It was just the first thing to come out, and 
you know how hard a time I have with revising what I've 
said."

Kim nodded and was silent. I looked back and forth 
between them.

"This isn't going to stay a problem, is it?" I asked.

"No," Kim said, smiling at Sara. "Not anymore. It's 
been fixed, and I love her for it."

"'k. That's good. I'd feel bad thinking I was coming 
between the two of you or something."

"You're not," Sara said as Kim shook her head. "I think 
a lot of it is I have to split myself between the two 
of you, and that isn't easy. You both deserve more than 
half my attention."

I looked at Kim, and she returned it.

"Are you unwilling to settle for whatever she can give 
at the moment?" I asked her.

"Anything she can give is good. Just so long as she's 
not ignoring one of us for the other, right?"

I nodded and leaned down, turning Sara's head and 
kissing her smile.

"You're both too good to me," she said. "But I don't 
know if I can manage to not ignore one of you in favor 
of the other sometimes. Like this last week is a good 
example. I'm going to end up ignoring one or the other 
of you sometimes, and I know you don't want that, but 
it's impossible. I can't do it. We need to figure 
something out so we don't have to worry about that."

"Well, once Kim and Cindy hook up..."

"Hey!" Kim cried, laughing. "Who ever said we were 
going to get together?"

"You did say she was going to be yours after she and 
Sara have their date on Wednesday."

"So?"

"So that means you're going to get together."

"Pshaw!" She stuck her tongue out at me and I laughed, 
grinning at her, and she grinned back. "Maybe I just 
want her as a fuck buddy."

"Why don't you figure it out at the party?" Sara asked. 
"She's going to be there."

"I know." Kim whimpered. "I'm going to be soooo tempted 
to just drag her into the bushes and screw her silly."

"Speaking of," I said, getting up and pulling out my 
stash box. "We have a control for that."

I grinned and held up the remote vib in one hand, 
remote in the other. Kim only blinked at it.

"Ok?"

I hit the on button and the vib started. I hit it again 
and it turned off. Kim blinked again.

"Oh."

"That's also going to be your torture for talking while 
jinxed," Sara added, sitting up. "And I get the 
remote." She grinned.

"Oh crap." Kim cowered even as she laughed. "You 
weren't kidding when you said you were going to make me 
pass out from cumming, were you?"

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CHAPTER 8
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"What was it you said about our mom having had a girl 
friend?" Kim asked on the way to the park. Sara was 
toggling the vib on and off at random, making her start 
suddenly every time it came on, which was amusing to 
watch, even if I was only seeing it through the rear 
view mirror. At least there wasn't any noise to betray 
the presence of the vib, which was good.

"That she said she'd had a girl friend?" I answered. 
"That was all she said, that she'd had a girl friend 
before meeting your dad."

"What the hell?" Kim jumped and squeaked as the vib 
came on, then cursed. "You're having way too much fun 
with that, Sara."

"No. I'm having great fun with it," Sara said in reply, 
and grinned as she turned the vib on again, this time 
long enough to make Kim cum. "Except you're going to 
have to control your reactions a bit to keep anyone 
from getting suspicious."

"You try wearing this thing and not jumping when it 
comes on!"

Kim swatted at her sister, laughing. Sara stuck her 
tongue out at her.

"I have. The butterfly one, which is probably worse, 
'cause it gets you right on your clit."

"Maybe some time we can try having you wear both of 
them at the same time," I suggested, and grinned. "And 
then each of us gets the remote for one of them."

"Yes!" Kim exclaimed, bouncing and clapping her hands 
enthusiastically. "I love that idea! That would be so 
much fun!" She started and squeaked again as the vib 
came on.

"But I never said it only had to be Sara we would do 
that to."

Sara laughed and pulled her sister over for a kiss.

"Welcome to my world, sis," she said, grinning.

"Probably should turn the vib off and leave it off for 
a couple minutes. We're almost at the park."

Sara did, but not until Kim had cum again. Kim leaned 
back in her seat and caught her breath, whimpering as 
she ran her hands over the bottom of her stomach.

"I'm going to take this thing out if I can't handle it 
anymore," she said. "I'm sore from cumming so much."

"Keep it in," Sara said, giving Kim a hug. "I promise 
not to over do it. Though if Cindy somehow gets hold of 
the remote, I can't promise anything."

"Fuck," Kim whined, her face pained. "Don't make me 
think about that. I'm skittish enough already just 
knowing she's going to be there."

"I think someone's infatuated," I laughed.

"No! I'm lusting, not infatuated. There's a difference. 
Not much of one, but there is a difference. So there! 
Ha!"

"What would you do if I were to tell her you're wearing 
a vib?"

"You wouldn't! That's what." Kim nodded to herself.

"I think she'd cum on the spot if she knew you'd told 
her that," Sara said, laughing.

"I would not! Those three times this afternoon were 
just flukes! Damnit!"

I glanced in the rear view at Kim and saw she was a 
bright red before she hid her face in her hands. I 
laughed.

"God damnit. Today has been soooo fucking bizarre." She 
pouted and banged her palms on the seat in frustration. 
"What are you going to do next?"

"Well, we COULD give the remote for the vib to Cindy," 
I suggested. "And I'm pretty sure she'd know exactly 
when to stop it so you'd always be right on the edge of 
cumming."

"No! Don't you fucking dare! If I knew she was the one 
with the remote, I'd cum every fucking time the damn 
thing came on! I'd be on the ground! There's no way I'd 
be able to stay functioning with that kind of orgasm!"

"Hm... Maybe I should suggest that to her as something 
to do during your date with her on Thursday."

"It's Thursday!?"

"She did tell you that."

"When?"

"At the Bull Horn, right after you told her she's yours 
after Sara and her have their fling."

"She did not!"

"She did," Sara said. "I think you were too dazed with 
lust to recognize anything she was telling you, 
especially since she made you cum again right after she 
told you that." She laughed.

"Fuck... That's not fair!" She beat her hands on the 
seat again, pouting. "It's too long to wait!"

I pulled into the parking lot of the park and found a 
spot for the car, which wasn't hard, since it was 
Monday. The party was down by the waterfront, and we 
made our way down the hill to join the others. Sara 
decided to turn the vib on about halfway there, and she 
smiled innocently at me as Kim stumbled. I just 
laughed. I was actually rather surprised Kim was able 
to walk at all by this point. 

Sara had had to stay at my place after we'd first had 
sex because she couldn't stay standing without support 
because she was both too shaky and too pained, and we'd 
even rested a few times in between, too. From what I'd 
gathered, Kim hadn't let that happen and they'd spent 
the several hours at my place having non-stop sex.

"You said you weren't going to be obvious about it," 
Kim said.

"That wasn't obvious," Sara said back. "It only looked 
like you'd tripped over something."

Kim muttered and swatted her sister on the arm.

"I don't see Cindy," she said, sounding disappointed.

"She probably hasn't gotten off work yet. Are you 
really that anxious to see her again when she's going 
to have the same effect on you now as she did this 
afternoon?"

Kim stopped and grabbed Sara, swinging her about so 
they were facing each other, and then grabbed her by 
the shoulders, holding her gaze.

"If I could right now," she said, "and it would make 
you see how badly I want to jump her, I'd throw you 
down and ravish you like I want to do to her. Or have 
her do to me. Either way, it would be the same, I 
think."

"You only have to wait three days, hon," Sara replied. 
"And I doubt you'll have to worry about her being worn 
out after spending time with me. She doesn't seem like 
the type who's easily exhausted."

"You just had to make it her days off, didn't you?"

"Would you have done differently?"

Kim was silent a moment, opened her mouth as if to say 
something, then screwed her face up in frustration and 
shook her head.

"No. I'd want a full day of her, too."

She released Sara and started down the hill again, 
stumbling as Sara turned the vib on again. She swore 
and turned back to look at her.

"I wasn't kidding when I said I would take it out, 
Sara. I can barely walk right now, and if you're going 
to be obvious about what's going on, I'm not going to 
play this game. I'm not as into stuff like this as you 
are, even if I do enjoy it. You know that. But I 
ESPECIALLY don't want people starting to wonder about 
us. Give the remote to Mike if you have to, if you're 
overdoing it, and let people think he and I are idiots 
for playing around behind your back, but DO NOT draw 
attention to us. Ok?"

I looked at Sara, startled at Kim's outburst, and she 
apparently felt the same. She had her lips pursed, then 
took her hands out of her pockets, nodding in silence. 
Kim sighed and came back up to us to hug her sister.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm nervous. 
And not entirely over what happened this morning, I 
guess. But you've been wonderful today, sis. I do love 
you."

Sara smiled a bit and pulled Kim in for another hug, 
then lightly kissed her cheek.

"I love you, too. I'll be good. I promise. If I'm 
not... Well, I don't know, really. Whatever. You or 
Mike will think of something, probably."

Kim laughed and started to bounce, but immediately 
stopped and clutched at Sara to keep her balance, 
muttering.

"And I'm really fucking hungry. That's probably doing 
more on my temper than anything else right now." She 
grabbed each of our hands and started tugging us after 
her. "Come on! Let's get some food!"

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CHAPTER 9
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For all the people there and the different 
entertainments that had been brought, the party was 
very dull. I had been expecting something a little more 
entertaining for Sara's eighteenth birthday, but 
apparently the imagination for grand celebrations was 
decidedly lacking in her family. At least when it came 
to things not sexual, anyway, although how well that 
held true for anyone outside of her immediate family, I 
don't know, and don't care to know.

Cindy didn't show up until almost seven, so I guessed 
we had caught her just after she'd gotten to work. Kim, 
ironically, didn't immediately notice her arrival, 
though it was obvious to Sara and me that she had been 
watching for her like a hawk. She was talking with one 
of her cousins, I forget who now, and throwing rocks 
into the river at the time of Cindy's arrival.

Sara was having fun with the vib, sometimes turning it 
on when Kim was in the middle of a throw, and other 
times leaving it off, so it was entertaining to watch 
Kim's throwing ability jump all over the place. She 
even fell once, I'd guess having an orgasm, since Sara 
had been turning the vib on for all seven or eight of 
her prior throws, and then simply sat on the ground 
muttering. Sara and I just laughed and she stuck her 
tongue out at us.

I nudged Sara after glancing back toward the parking 
lot and spying Cindy as she swayed down the hill toward 
the party. We both waved and I could tell she grinned 
as she lifted a hand and returned it. Diane was 
standing nearby and looked at me after studying Cindy 
as she approached.

"Your friend Cindy, I take it," she said. No question 
at all.

"Yep. I did say she'd stand out."

"You could say that again," Diane laughed and shook her 
head. "I won't ask where you found her."

And Cindy did stand out. She was wearing a black mini-
skirt that clung to her as if it weren't there at all, 
and it fell only a few inches below her crotch. Above 
that she had on a bikini top, a bright yellow thing. 
Other than that, it didn't appear she had anything else 
on, though I saw she was wearing flip-flops once she 
got closer. 

She grinned and shook her hair out of her face as she 
climbed onto the table and sat cross-legged behind Sara 
and me. We both half-turned, both our glances falling 
between her legs before travelling up to her face and 
noting she was utterly bare under the skirt and just as 
smooth shaven as Sara. She leaned down and draped an 
arm around each of our necks in a hug, grinning.

"I noticed the tigress's ability to throw is pretty 
erratic," she said before nibbling both our necks. "Is 
there any particular reason for it?"

"She violated jinx earlier," Sara said, setting one of 
her arms on the table and laying it across Cindy's lap 
so she could stroke her calves with her fingers. "So 
she's being punished for it."

Cindy laughed and turned her attention back to Kim, a 
mischievous smile playing across her face. We were 
silent, all watching Kim, and when her turn came up 
again for a throw, I saw Sara turn the vib on half a 
second before Cindy yelled, "Hey tigress!" The timing 
couldn't have been more perfect, as Kim both jumped and 
stumbled right as she was overbalanced from the 
momentum of her throw. She slipped and tumbled full-
length into the river, screaming in surprised alarm and 
swearing loudly, and we all burst into full-out 
laughter.

Her cursing increased as she slipped again trying to 
get back to her feet, probably cumming, I'm sure, but 
none of us was capable of doing anything to turn the 
vib off right then, so she just had to deal with it 
buzzing her to orgasm. She stalked up the bank toward 
us, as best as she could stalk at that moment, drenched 
and dripping and muttering. She dropped with a solid 
thunk onto the bench beside Sara, closing her hand over 
one of Sara's arms.

"Turn. It. Off." she said through clenched teeth.

Even laughing as I was, I could tell she was putting 
every ounce of all the effort she could muster into 
hiding her orgasms. She sagged visibly as Sara fumbled 
with the remote in her pocket through her jeans and 
finally managed to turn the vib off. Cindy only smiled 
and hummed in amusement.

"That doesn't seem like much of a punishment to me," 
Cindy said, and my laughter, which had been tapering 
off, exploded again at the look of shocked surprise on 
Kim's face. She buried her face in Sara's back as she 
went crimson, and she whimpered, probably cumming 
again.

We waited for Kim to gather herself, which would never 
have happened if Sara hadn't stopped Cindy from 
stroking her hair. After about five minutes, Kim 
finally managed to turn and rest her head on Sara's 
shoulder, although I noticed her eyes never managed to 
so much as make it higher than skirt level on Cindy.

"Hi," was all she managed, and rather weakly, at that, 
and then said nothing more.

"I would apologize for the tumble, but it was way too 
much fun to watch," Cindy said, shifting slightly to 
give Kim a better view. "And I'm sure you're even 
wetter in other areas..." she added in a lower voice so 
only the four of us would hear it.

Kim's blush returned with a vengeance, but she managed 
to keep herself from hiding again, even as she trembled 
through another orgasm.

"You'd be more comfortable actually straddling the 
bench so you could lean on Sara," I said once she had 
subsided again.

She shook her head, her eyes still riveted between 
Cindy's legs.

"Maybe if I could move," she said, in that same weak 
voice.

"Maybe I could help you," Cindy grinned.

Kim jerked as if she'd just been hit with a jolt of 
electricity from a wall socket, almost falling off the 
bench with the violence of her reaction. Cindy drew 
back, obviously surprised and attempting to figure out 
what to make of Kim. Kim righted herself, unsteadily, 
and managed to swing her leg over the bench and lean 
against Sara's back, wrapping her arms around her 
sister's stomach. She returned her head to her shoulder 
and her eyes to the view Cindy was offering.

"Time to stop teasing the tigress, I think," Cindy 
said, raising one hand. She held it in the air, 
uncertain of what to do with it, and then finally let 
it drop back around Sara's neck, though now she had to 
put it around Kim, as well. I imagine that improved 
Kim's view, now that there wasn't an obstruction 
blocking the way.

"I don't think anyone's given me your name yet," she 
said to me as Kim raised one hand and took hold of 
hers.

"No?" I blinked at her. I'd thought she knew it.

"Nope. Not a soul. Sara the gorgeous and Kim the 
tigress, but no name yet for you. Or should I just call 
you the handsome stranger?" She laughed, and I 
chuckled. Sara smiled. Kim was too zoned to react.

"You could, but I probably wouldn't answer to it very 
well. I'm Mike."

"Mike the adventurous, then." She nodded.

"He's Mr. Man," Kim said quietly.

"Animaniacs?"

Kim made a yes sound and Cindy laughed, leaning down 
and kissing the top of Kim's head.

"I think I love you already," she said, and Kim 
squeaked as she squeezed her hand, cumming again. "And 
I think someone's very easy to get to, too." She looked 
at Sara and me. "Is she normally like this? Cumming at 
every little thing?"

Sara shook her head.

"I've never known her to be like this at all," she 
said, adjusting her position a little so she was more 
comfortable with Kim leaning on her. "It's you, I 
think. She's in lust."

"I gathered that much." Cindy laughed. "You going to be 
ok, tigress?"

Kim just nodded, and Cindy leaned down to be next to 
her ear. I didn't entirely catch what she said, but it 
sounded like, "It's going to be interesting if you're 
like this Thursday." Whatever, it was enough that Kim 
actually squeezed her eyes shut tight and whimpered, 
spasming as she came yet again. Cindy was grinning when 
she straightened again, chuckling.

"I'm going to have to be really careful with this one, 
it looks like."

"Don't be," Kim said, shaking her head but not opening 
her eyes. "Do whatever you want to me."

Sara and I looked at each other, surprised. This was 
definitely a side to Kim neither of us had known about. 
Submissive? I wasn't sure it really suited her, not 
based on what I knew of her.

"No, I don't think you want that just yet, little 
tigress. Not yet. Trust me. There are some things..." 
She trailed off and shook her head, then made a 
dismissive sound.

"Tell me." Kim managed somehow to lift her head and 
actually look at Cindy, though it was obvious it took a 
lot of effort on her part. "I want to know."

"Let it wait, tigress."

"Tell me." She was digging in, I could tell.

"Give her one thing, at least," I said. "She doesn't 
take well to being denied, especially when it's 
sexual."

Cindy gave an annoyed sigh and was quiet, thinking.

"Ok. This may seem exotic to the three of you, but it's 
par for me. I have some sex attachments for power tools 
that're pretty fun, as long as they're used in 
moderation."

"Like... drill dildos?" Sara asked, furrowing her brow. 
It was her that's-odd-but... look.

"And others."

Kim whimpered and shook visibly, a small cry escaping 
her. She clasped closer against Sara and squeezed 
Cindy's hand even more, not subsiding again for 
probably at least a minute, breathing heavily. I looked 
past Sara as Diane came up to our huddle.

"Is Kim ok?" she asked. "It looks like she's feeling 
sick." I don't think any of us were taken in by the 
obvious cover, but we didn't deny it, either.

"I think I'm going to sit in the car for a while with 
the AC," Kim said, her voice shaky. "If I can make it 
that far, anyway. I think the heat's getting to me."

Of course, we all read the same meaning into 'heat', 
and none of us thought it actually meant the weather. 
But we played along anyway. I stood, casting a quick 
glance up Cindy's skirt as I did.

"I'll walk her," I said, peeling Kim away from Sara. 
With as hot as it was, she was mostly dry by now. "If 
her rock throwing attempts were any indication, her 
balance doesn't seem too great today."

"Oh, shut up," Kim frowned, but didn't argue the point 
while I helped her stand. She fell against me as she 
brought her leg over the bench, and I smelled the half-
dead stink of the river on her. "It was sis's fault, 
anyway." She swatted Sara.

Diane nodded and wandered off, satisfied.

"God, that was so transparent," Sara laughed once her 
mom was out of earshot. "Fucking embarrassing."

"Wait," Cindy said, looking back and forth between Sara 
and Kim. "So you two are sisters, huh?"

"Since birth."

Cindy laughed, leaning back and supporting herself on 
her arms.

"Oh, I like that one! That's good! I'll have to 
remember that if someone ever asks if my own sister and 
me are sisters." She giggled, which seemed very out of 
place with her, then smiled at Sara and Kim. "You two 
are involved, then? Or was the vib thing Mike's idea?"

"Um..." from me, and "Yes." from Sara. Kim just held 
her hand out to her sister, and Sara dug out the remote 
and gave it to her.

"Man. You're a lot kinkier than I thought even from 
when we met in the theater and you two all but had sex 
right there, vib and all." She laughed again.

"Hold that thought while I escort the tigress here to 
my car," I said. "You two can work out the specifics 
for your date while I'm gone."

"I wanna date, too," Kim sighed, sagging even more 
against me. I latched my arm more firmly around her 
waist and propped her up again.

"Yeah," Sara said, looking at us. "She's past the point 
of no return. I didn't overdo it, did I, hon?"

Kim shook her head.

"Could have done without falling into the damn river, 
though."

"I'm sorry. That wasn't intentional."

"Funny, though," Cindy added, smiling.

Kim just shook her head again, and then I helped her up 
to my car.

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CHAPTER 10
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"I need to get this thing OUT," Kim moaned as she 
collapsed into the backseat of my car.

She started fumbling with the catch of her shorts (we'd 
gone by their place before heading to the party so she 
could change), muttering when she couldn't get her 
hands to cooperate and undo them. I had her scoot over 
and climbed in next to her, closing the door behind me 
before undoing her shorts for her. She moaned softly at 
the release of pressure across her lower stomach, 
arched her ass up and shimmied her shorts and panties 
down around her ankles, then collapsed back into the 
seat. She was trembling and clearly trying to not pass 
out.

"C'mere," she said, plucking at my sleeve.

I scooted over and she leaned against me as she scooted 
forward a bit to spread her legs. I was tempted to 
start masturbating her like I did with Sara, but 
restrained the impulse, though it was difficult. Her 
pussy was drenched, her hair matted to her skin with 
her fluids, and the smell of her permeated my car, like 
but not like Sara's own smell. She ignored my staring 
while she muttered quietly, searching for the string 
that attached to the vib to make it easy to pull out. 
She swore again and frowned, then grabbed my hand and 
put it flat against her lower stomach.

"Press there when I tell you to," she said, not 
sounding pleased.

I nodded as she inserted a pair of fingers into her 
pussy as far as she could get them, then concentrated, 
obviously doing something with her inner muscles. She 
had her jaw clenched tight, breathing in short, slow 
intakes, then let it out and swore as she tried 
something with her fingers.

"Go," she said, frowning, and I pressed down as she 
tightened her stomach, whimpering. "More, damnit."

And so I pressed harder while she worked her fingers in 
herself, trembling all over. She jammed her fingers 
even deeper in a way I knew had to have hurt, and then 
wrenched them out, dragging the vib out as she did, her 
fingers hooked around it. Somehow, it had gotten turned 
around and the string that should have been facing down 
and out had ended up facing up and in. She dropped the 
vib on the floor with a sigh and collapsed against me, 
still shaking.

"Next time, we tape that damn string in place," she 
sighed, dragging the towel over and wiping her hand 
clean, then her pussy. She decided against it before 
the first stroke was barely started, then carefully 
pulled the towel away. "And I'm just going to have to 
be messy for a while longer, I guess."

"There are other ways to clean a woman..." I started.

"Don't you even fucking dare. I've been cumming for 
hours now, and you have no fucking idea how much it 
hurts, especially after what Cindy did to me. Oh my 
fucking god." She turned her face into my shoulder, 
putting her arms around me.

"We did tell you she'd do the same thing to you here 
that she did at the Bull Horn, you know."

"Yeah, yeah." She pulled back and straightened, working 
her shorts and panties back up her legs to where they 
had started, then looked at me. "You're ok with me 
kissing you earlier?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked back, furrowing my brows. 
I'd picked up that habit from Sara, apparently. "I 
don't think most guys would be bothered by a beautiful 
woman kissing them."

"I don't know. Just we haven't done that before, and 
you know I don't really care about it. I was just 
wondering what you thought about it, is all."

"Well, I wasn't expecting it, that's for sure. It 
was... very out of character for you, I guess."

She laughed and clapped her hands in glee, lighting up.

"So I can still surprise you then. That's good. And I'm 
glad it doesn't bother you, 'cause I want another right 
now, as a thank you."

She grabbed my shirt and dragged me closer, then put 
her arms around my neck and kissed me. Again, I was too 
surprised to really respond very well, and she pulled 
back, exasperated.

"Kiss me, damnit. I know you're better than that, the 
way Sara's always going on about you and how good you 
are."

I laughed at that and grinned stupidly.

"Does she now?"

"Yes. Now kiss me. I figure it's a good thank you for 
everything today."

I chuckled and scooted closer, arms slipping around 
her, and gave her an actual kiss as I held her against 
me. She started making happy little half-moans after a 
minute or two, which made the whole kiss very odd for 
me. 

She was definitely not Sara when it came to kissing, 
but that didn't at all mean she was lacking in ability. 
She was just as good as Sara was, only in a different 
way. She pulled back with a start after we had been 
kissing for probably five minutes, gasping and slapping 
at my hand, which had migrated from her back to her 
stomach without me even being aware of it.

"You are NOT going to get that to happen, Mr. Man," she 
said sharply, putting my hand firmly on her waist again 
and staring intently at me. "You're a really good 
kisser, and maybe if I weren't so sore I'd be 
distracted enough to let you do that, but not today."

I laughed and she stuck her tongue out at me. I smiled 
at her and gave her a hug, kissing her forehead.

"Sorry. I wasn't thinking. I'm used to Sara."

"Obviously." She snorted in amusement. "You should 
probably get back to them, though. I'm about to pass 
out. I'll be fine napping here." She lifted one hand 
and shook her finger at me, mock sternly. "And if Sara 
or Cindy even suggest doing anything more to me 
tonight, tell them I'm going to kick them if I hear 
about it. I can't handle any more until probably 
tomorrow."

I smiled and chuckled, giving her another hug.

"I'll do that," I said, and she lay down as I climbed 
out of the car, curling onto her side.

I stood looking at her for a few seconds before she 
became aware of it, and she waved me off, a dozy smile 
flitting across her lips. I shut the door, rather 
confused about what had just happened, and then headed 
back to Sara and Cindy. Maybe they would be able to 
help me make some sense of it, because the oddity of it 
was getting in the way of my own being able to do so.

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CHAPTER 11
==========

I didn't see either of them when I got back to the 
party, so I figured they'd gone wandering down one of 
the paths to get away from the crowd and maybe play a 
little bit. What path they had taken, though, was 
another matter entirely. There were half a dozen of 
them, and I had to ask around until I found someone who 
knew which direction they had gone. 

I trotted off after them, catching up with them after a 
minute. They were off to one side, half-hidden on a 
pseudo-path and pressed up against the trunk of a tree, 
almost out of sight of the main path. Sara was against 
the tree, Cindy pressing into her and locking her in a 
kiss, one hand up Sara's shirt and working one of her 
breasts.

Somehow Cindy sensed me standing there, because she 
opened her eyes and focused on me, then pulled her hand 
from Sara's shirt and broke the kiss. Sara gasped and 
turned her head in my direction, too. Cindy smiled, 
serene and unruffled, and Sara did too, only in 
embarrassment. She blushed and turned away.

"Probably good I'm the one to catch you necking," I 
said, pushing through the branches draped across the 
pseudo-path and making my way to the two of them, "and 
not someone who'd make a big deal of it." I glanced 
further down the pseudo-path, then back at them. "I'd 
say we should head a little more away from the main 
path so we could fool around a bit, but there's no way 
Sara could be quiet enough to not draw a lot of 
attention."

Cindy purred as her eyes glinted, and she grinned.

"Now that's going to be fun to take advantage of on our 
date," she said, that sultry over/undertone lilting 
through her voice again. She dropped a hand between 
Sara's legs and squeezed, and Sara moaned softly.

I leaned in close to Cindy so I could whisper to her 
without Sara hearing.

"She loves to be tortured," I said, suddenly tempted to 
nibble on Cindy's ear or neck, being that close to her. 
"Especially when you keep getting her right to the edge 
of cumming and then stop."

Cindy pulled back to look at me, eyebrows raised and a 
devilish smile on her lips. She was almost laughing, I 
could tell.

"Oh really?"

"Really." I pulled her toward me again to whisper to 
her again, laying my cheek against hers this time. "And 
being tied up will get her going more than anything 
else we've tried so far."

I grinned and turned, biting the side of Cindy's neck, 
and she shivered, purring, as she focused on Sara. She 
smiled impishly as she brushed her fingers over Sara's 
cheek and down her neck, then moved in and kissed.

"You are going to be a very enjoyable date, Sara. Very 
enjoyable indeed."

"He told you about the clit trick, didn't he?"

"Oh? And what would this clit trick be, pray tell?"

Not so much as a pause as she turned around and took 
advantage of the opening. She was grinning, and I knew 
she was only getting started. I couldn't even imagine 
what she would be like once she'd set her reserves 
aside if she were this seductive and quick right now.

Sara only blinked, sucking on her lower lip as she 
whimpered. I would have laughed if I didn't have a fair 
understanding of how she was feeling at suddenly having 
to actually say herself the one trick she both hated 
and loved the most when it was used on her. She was 
always inventive about telling people sexual things 
about herself though, and this was no exception. 

She took one of Cindy's hands after undoing her shorts, 
then slid it into her panties to her pussy as she 
lifted one leg to give her better access. Cindy wasted 
no time and went to work while I moved between them and 
the main path.

"So what'd you decide on for date plans?" I asked, 
mainly so it wouldn't seem too odd if someone should 
see us, what with Cindy having Sara pressed up against 
the trunk of a tree.

"You two are going to meet me in the mall sometime in 
the morning," Cindy said.

Sara gasped and breathed a single, "Fuck!" as Cindy 
changed how she was attacking her, then clutched 
tighter to her. She was barely able to get, "Stop." out 
when she started shaking. She gasped again and leaned 
her head back. "Go a few more seconds, then pinch my 
clit as hard as you can."

"Are you really sure you want me to do that? I'm not 
gentle when I pinch there."

"Do it," I said. "There's a reason."

Cindy purred and did as directed, catching Sara in 
another kiss a second before she pinched. Sara about 
screamed and her eyes grew wide, digging her fingers 
into Cindy's shoulders. It was good she was muffled, 
because her cries didn't taper off for probably another 
minute. She whimpered and shook violently when Cindy 
finally released her grip and broke the kiss, probably 
staying standing only because Cindy had her so firmly 
pressed against the tree.

"Fucking hell..." Sara breathed, trying to catch her 
breath as she turned her head to look at me. "That was 
a first you didn't get, Mike. Sorry." She rolled her 
head back and closed her eyes. "Holy shit..."

"She made you cum?"

She made a yes sound and I arched my eyebrows at Cindy. 
She just shrugged and gave me a smug look, smirking 
grin and all. I just smiled and shook my head, 
chagrined.

"Normally pinching her clit when she starts shaking 
like that keeps her on the edge of orgasm for longer."

Cindy smirked, slipping her hand down further into 
Sara's panties. Sara moaned and slowly rocked her hips 
as Cindy started doing something else to her, likely 
her fingers actually in her and working on her g-spot.

"I have a dozen years of experience on the two of you," 
she said, incongruently nonchalant, considering what 
she was doing to Sara. "And a lot of practice with 
turning pain into an orgasm, or a string of them." She 
turned to Sara and bit her lip to get her attention, 
her voice dropping into that sultry sway. "And you, my 
sweet little pain lover, are not going to make a sound 
this time, and if you can't but make noise when you 
cum, it will be no more than a whimper. If you are 
louder than that, your clit is going to experience a 
vastly different pain than what just got you off."

If I had thought I was a dom before then, and I knew 
Sara certainly thought I was, Cindy's utter surety at 
that moment of what she was about and what she wanted 
put an end to it. Even sultry and seductive as she was, 
there was no arguing with her when she gave a command 
like that because she was absolutely serious about it. 
If Sara gave any indication she wasn't enjoying what 
was being done to her, though, I fully intended to stop 
things right there. Submissive she may be, but I wasn't 
going to let anyone hurt her in any way she didn't 
want. Until then, I would keep my peace.

But Sara's only reaction was a catch in her breath, and 
then she nodded, clenching her jaw and pursing her lips 
as she fixed her grip more firmly on Cindy. Cindy 
focused all her attention on her, totally serene and 
ignoring me completely, while she really started 
working with her fingers. 

It didn't take Sara long to start shaking, but I could 
tell it was more from holding back from making any 
noise than because of impending orgasm. Cindy wasn't in 
any hurry to get her off again so soon, of that I was 
sure. Soon, yes, but not that fast. After another 
minute, Sara knocked her head back, smacking hard 
against the tree, and took to hitching in quick 
breaths, holding them for half a second, then letting 
them out just as quickly.

Once she started breathing out short, sharp words, 
still soundless as Cindy had directed, I knew she was 
fighting not to cum, not only because her shaking had 
changed, but also because she was tensing. Cindy 
obviously recognized the signs, too, and increased her 
attack. Sara drew in a quick, "god..." and then went 
absolutely rigid even while she trembled. She was going 
to start being loud any second now, I was sure - I had 
never known her to NOT be loud, even when she was 
trying to be quiet - but she only screwed her face up 
and clenched her jaw even tighter, holding her breath.

"She knows to wait for permission," Cindy said, smiling 
and amused. "I'm impressed." She moved forward and 
lightly bit Sara's throat, starting down low at the 
hollow and moving up, then kissing her, no more than 
brushing her lips over hers. "Cum now, gorgeous."

Sara gasped and latched even more firmly onto Cindy 
than she was already, shaking her head from side to 
side and spasming as she let her orgasm hit. That first 
convulsion she actually did more than whimper, almost 
crying out, a half moan - which Cindy seemed content to 
let slide - but the rest she simply shook and 
shuddered, whimpering as she writhed on Cindy's 
fingers. Cindy smiled the whole time, sometimes diving 
in and kissing Sara's neck, but didn't do more than 
that.

She kept her fingers working, but slowly, and then 
withdrew them once Sara had come back to herself. She 
most definitely looked like a very pleased cat at that 
moment, even more so once she started sucking Sara's 
juices off her fingers. Once she'd finished that, she 
turned her attention from Sara to me, eyes merry as she 
curled her fingers one at a time while they dried.

"You're good, Mike, I'll grant you that, because you're 
able to read people, and you're creative, from what 
Sara's told me, but there's still a lot you need to 
learn. So I apologize in advance if I end up spoiling 
her because I'm more capable for having more 
experience."

"I doubt you'll do that," Sara said, opening her eyes 
again and blinking blearily at Cindy, trying to focus 
on her. "With all the experience you say you have, you 
should also know mind-blowing sex isn't a replacement 
for a deeper connection."

Cindy threw head back as she laughed, then kissed Sara, 
a quick, hungry kiss, before grinning at her.

"Tell your sister that. I'm not out to steal you or 
anyone else. I have my beau, and I'm not going to trade 
him for sex, even if I do come across that way, which I 
know I do. But great sex does help. I've known a lot of 
people who were in miserable relationships and only 
stuck around because their partner was good in bed. 
That's all I meant."

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CHAPTER 12
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"So why are we meeting at the mall?" I asked, the 
aborted conversation from a few minutes earlier 
reoccurring to me.

"Because I'd rather be careful when meeting someone for 
a date like this," Cindy answered. She nibbled Sara's 
lip, then stepped back slightly. "Bad past experiences 
that I'd rather not repeat."

"So why do this at all, then? You wouldn't need to 
worry about running into problems, that way."

"But that wouldn't be any fun at all, would it?" she 
asked, raising her eyebrows at me. "Besides, this is 
the first time in probably three years I actually have 
done anything like this. Aaron, my beau, the one you 
saw me with at the movies, is quite enough to keep me 
satisfied. Or at least so I thought until I saw the two 
of you." She laughed. "But it was you-" she kissed 
Sara, "-I had my eyes on. I haven't been with another 
woman for... god, five years? Not since I started 
getting out of my self-destructive spiral, anyway." She 
shook her head.

"What happened?" from Sara.

"Ask me that later, dear. This isn't the place for it, 
'cause I still can't tell it without falling apart, and 
I don't do that well. Never mind my pride forbidding me 
from doing it in public."

She made a disgusted sound and frowned, stepping away 
from Sara and turning to look into the undergrowth. She 
shoved her hands under the hem of her skirt. The best 
she could do in place of pockets, I imagine. Sara 
fastened her shorts again, and we waited for Cindy. She 
turned back again after a minute, looking troubled.

"Can I ask a favor of the two of you?"

"Sure," Sara said.

"Depends on what it is," I added, shrugging.

"Could you convince Kim to..." Cindy doesn't do 
uncomfortable well, either, it would seem. She somehow 
managed to both purse her lips and curl the top one at 
the same time, her face pained. "I'm not sure if it 
would be such a good idea for me to see her, or her me. 
She..."

Another pained look while she thought, and then she 
swore and stepped forward, punching the tree, drawing 
an amazed, "Holy shit!" from Sara and a start from me. 
She immediately brought her hand to her stomach, 
cradling it while she flexed it slowly, jaw clenched. 
Her eyes held me back, though, when she looked at me as 
I started forward. She was perfectly clear on what she 
was doing and why and wanted no interference in it. I 
subsided and stepped back, Sara looking at me in 
surprise.

"Kim doesn't understand what she wants. I know I've 
been leading her on, and I feel bad about that, but I 
do that. A lot. It's one of my really bad habits from 
my bad days. I don't expect her to understand why it 
would probably be better if we didn't do anything 
together, especially with as infatuated as I've made 
her, but it would be better. Trust me on that. Please. 
When I..." She scowled and drew in a deep breath of 
pain as she flexed her hand into a hard fist. "I can't 
trust myself with her. It used to amuse me to break the 
hearts of people like her, but now it just makes me 
sick, and I'm not sure I wouldn't end up falling into 
my old habits again and leave her wrecked and 
devastated." She kept shifting her attention back and 
forth between the two of us, but fixed on Sara for this 
last. "If she means anything to you, and what little 
I've seen of how the two of you interact, she does, try 
to make her see that. Please. I don't want to be the 
reason for another broken heart.

"If I were to count the horrible things I've done, that 
would probably top the list for how often it's 
happened. For how often I've MADE it happen."

Sara didn't say anything at first, absorbing what had 
been said and going over it half a dozen times from 
different angles. I could almost see inside her head 
now when she started doing that, considering, 
discarding, considering, discarding, until she found a 
way that she was comfortable with to say or do 
something. She nodded slowly after a few seconds.

"She's stubborn, so I can't promise she'll go along, 
but I will try. If I knew more, it would be easier."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I just..." She frowned and dug 
a nail into one of the gashes on her knuckles, hissing 
as she did. "If we weren't expected to be back at a 
party, and I could not worry about someone coming along 
the path and finding us, I could tell you. But I can't. 
I'm too proud, and my pride's been the biggest cause of 
grief for me and others, even if it did also give me 
the stubbornness I needed to turn around."

"Why don't you just tell Kim yourself?" I asked. 
Cindy's immediate withering stare let me know that was 
possibly the stupidest thing to suggest at that moment, 
and I quailed.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Mike, because I don't 
intend it that way, and I do like you so far, but 
please don't be such a male right now. Listen and think 
before you say something."

I just nodded and stayed silent, and she continued.

"I can't tell her because it would come out wrong, it 
always does, so I'd end up hurting her. I don't want to 
do that. I know using a go between isn't much better, 
but if it means the possibility of avoiding hurting her 
after I've strung her along, even it has only been for 
only twenty minutes all told... With the way she reacts 
toward me, it might as well be months."

"It might hurt her just as much with us telling her, 
though." Me again, and again apparently saying 
something stupid.

Cindy only stared at me, then swept past the both of 
us, muttering, "Fuck it. Forget it. Screw it. Doesn't 
matter to you, apparently." I blinked and looked at 
Sara, only to discover she was giving me about the same 
sort of look, and then she was after Cindy.

"God damn fucking hell," I swore, turning and heading 
after the two of them. I'd started picking up Sara's 
euphemisms, too, it seemed. Today was turning out to be 
nothing but a giant, confusing mess, and if I were 
prone to headaches, I'm sure I'd have had one since at 
least this morning.

It didn't take much to catch up to Sara, since she only 
had a start of a second or so on me, but Cindy was 
pissed off and moving at speed, and I wasn't able to 
catch her until we were almost back to the park proper. 
She spun as I grabbed her arm and slapped me hard 
across the face. It didn't hurt, per se, but it stung 
like a son of a bitch, and I was more surprised than 
anything else. So was Cindy, judging by her startled 
look. I had never been slapped before and she probably 
hadn't been expecting to do so, so we just looked at 
each other.

And then she turned and was off again, her whole 
demeanor entirely different this time, and I just stood 
and watched her go, not knowing what the hell to do. 
Sara didn't say anything about the red print on my 
face. It was rather obvious what had happened, anyway, 
since she'd seen it.

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CHAPTER 13
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"Well?" Sara said instead.

"Well what?" I turned to her, starting to get annoyed.

"Are you going to apologize to her or are you just 
going to let her storm off and fume?"

"What the hell is there to apologize for!?"

"For not listening."

"For not listening." I just stared at her. That was 
probably one of the stupidest things I'd heard of to 
apologize for, especially considering I HAD been 
listening. Whatever I had said had been wrong, but I 
sure as hell had been listening.

"She's a good person, Mike. Don't screw up a chance to 
make a friend out of her."

"God damnit! Why the fuck should I apologize for 
something I was already doing!? I KNOW what she said. I 
don't have the slightest clue how anything I said could 
have been any sign I wasn't listening to her!" I knew 
yelling at Sara was stupid, but today was turning out 
to be much too weird and up and down for me, and she 
happened to be the one who unfortunately got the 
breaking point. "Tell me that. Why in the hell should I 
apologize for something I don't need to make a god damn 
apology for? It's stupid!"

Sara only looked at me, and normally I can read her 
right off, but either she had never given me that look 
before or I was much too annoyed at that point to be 
able to. She turned from me and headed back toward the 
park, and I sighed. Some parts of the day so far were 
quite good, but I think, on balance, it would more 
immediately end up on the crappy end of the scale.

"Stupid fucking god damn..." I sighed, and started 
moving again myself.

I was scanning for Cindy even before I had a full view 
of the park, and spotted her as I emerged from the 
trees. She was at the top of the hill heading into the 
parking lot, and I started after her at a full sprint. 
However much of an idiotic asshole I can be at times, 
let it never be said I don't take advice when it comes 
from Sara, because I know she's a much better person 
than I am most times.

Sara was after Cindy too, but when it comes to speed, 
she can't match me. Not many can, but since I'm not the 
athletic sort, most people are amazed I can run like I 
do. I was at the top of the hill in probably ten 
seconds, give or take a second, and would have laughed 
if I wasn't half-winded. Cindy was standing by my car, 
looking into the back seat at Kim, who was apparently 
still napping. I started moving again, a more easy jog 
this time, and Cindy looked over at me when she heard 
me approaching. She looked back into the car, then 
stepped over and sat down hard on the buffer curb that 
gets put between parking slots that aren't on the edges 
of the lot.

I stopped when I reached my car, leaning one-armed on 
the trunk, breathing heavily as I tried to catch my 
breath. Fucking pathetic that such a short run should 
make me breathless, and I realized I should probably do 
something for regular exercise, even if I didn't look 
like I needed it. I certainly did, with this sort of 
outcome for such a minimal exertion.

Cindy didn't say anything. Just watched me and waited, 
and when I felt the cold heat in my lungs evaporate to 
a bearable level, I looked at her.

"Can I sit?" A glance at a spot next to her.

"Like I said, I like you, Mike. But you males can be so 
god damn DENSE sometimes. It pisses me off."

"I know." I'd known that for years. It was why I didn't 
have any friends that were. Not that I had many 
friends, really. High school isn't good for that for 
the angsty artist types.

"You know why I can't tell her?"

"You don't want to hurt her."

"But WHY?"

"God damnit. Don't play this fucking game with me, 
Cindy. You said it yourself. I'm a male. Males are 
dense. I'm no exception. I don't deny it. I haven't for 
years. So tell me, because I just blew up at Sara 
because of this shit, and I'm not exactly happy about 
that."

"And that's why I can't tell her. Because of how 
you..." She stopped and growled at herself, then hit 
the curb beside her with the same fist she'd used to 
hit the tree. She continued, wincing. "Because of how 
you feel right now. It's how I would feel, only worse, 
because every time I try to explain why for something 
like this, I always end up doing more damage than if I 
just disappeared. That's why I slapped you. That's part 
of it. I am NOT good at dealing with people like this. 
Waitressing is one thing. So is seducing someone. But 
as soon as it gets serious, as soon as it starts 
meaning emotional attachment, THAT is what I have 
problems with."

"But that isn't what Kim's looking for with you."

Cindy gave an exasperated sigh and hung her head, 
drawing in a deep breath and squeezing her fingers 
against the bridge of her nose.

"Did you notice how she reacted when I said I think I'm 
love with her already, when she made the Mr. Man 
comment?"

"She had an orgasm. But she'd been doing that already 
with everything else you said and did to her, so why 
would that be different?"

"Because of what it MEANS, Mike. I..." She growled 
again and punched the curb again. "God damnit. This is 
why I don't want to talk about this here. Because I do 
shit like this so I don't fall apart. The pain keeps me 
focused." She sighed and grimaced as she flexed her 
hand. "But I threw that one out to see what would 
happen, to test the waters with her. I'm not worried 
about Sara here," she nodded behind me, "because it's 
always just ever going to be sex with us, regardless of 
whatever other sort of friendship may develop. But Kim 
isn't just looking for sex. She probably doesn't see it 
like that, but she is. I know because I used to prey on 
people like her. I'm not a good person for her to get 
involved with like that. If she could keep it just 
about the sex, it would be fine, but she can't.

"Do you see that? Does it make sense to you now?"

"Cindy?" From inside the car. I think we all jumped. I 
know Cindy and I did, at least. We had thought Kim was 
asleep, and I'd completely forgotten I had a sunroof 
and that it was open. One of the rear windows started 
to roll down, the far side one.

"Other side, dear," Cindy called, and we heard Kim 
swearing.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, moving in that half-
dazed way you get when you're exhausted and get woken 
up a few minutes into a nap. She leaned over and opened 
the door, then slid out of the car and dragged herself 
up, using the door as leverage. She leaned heavily on 
it while she looked at Cindy.

"Hi, Kim," Cindy said, pensive.

"Just because of how I act toward you doesn't mean I'm 
looking for something serious," Kim said. "Or that you 
know me. Because I'm not and you don't. Don't make 
assumptions about me. You'd have to be blind to not to 
notice I want you, I know. Or stupid. Or something. 
Right now, what's serious for me is Sara. You'd just be 
a happy friend. Kind of like happy bunny, only without 
the attitude. And the dissing. And... Well, not like 
happy bunny, I guess." I only saw the back of her head, 
but I could tell she was screwing up her face. "And 
what the hell did you do to your hand, silly girl?"

Cindy curled her hand into a fist again and hit the 
curb again, lightly this time.

"And a tree," she added to the gesture, squeezing her 
hand once more into a tight fist.

"Why did you do that?"

"God damnit. How many fucking times am I going to have 
to say I don't want to talk about this here? I do not 
want to talk about this here!"

She grimaced as she dug a finger into one of her bloody 
knuckles again, and this time I could see her eyes were 
watering, though I couldn't entirely say if it was 
because of the pain or because she was getting 
distraught. A mix of both, probably. She didn't say 
anything for some minutes, gritting her teeth while she 
flexed her hand, and the three of us were silent while 
she gathered herself.

I was the first to move, stepping around Kim and the 
open door and standing in front of Cindy. She only 
looked at me as I held my hands out to her, her eyes 
sharp. I hadn't ever seen anyone holding back anger, 
true anger, like she was, but I recognized it pretty 
quickly, and I had a feeling it was something she'd 
learned the hard way to keep in check, much harder than 
she had hinted at earlier.

"What?" she demanded.

I didn't say anything. Just stood with my hands out to 
her, and we looked at each other. She didn't move.

"You're not going to get any concessions just standing 
there like that."

"I'm not expecting any."

"Then what the fuck are you expecting?"

"To forget this for right now."

She snorted.

"Done is done and can not be undone. It's not going to 
be forgotten, Mike. Forgiven, maybe, but it sure as 
hell isn't going to be forgotten."

"Can you forgive me, then?"

"God damnit. For what!? You haven't done a god damn 
fucking thing! It's not even you I'm mad at! I'm 
fucking pissed off at myself! Not you. Not Sara. Not 
Kim."

"Maybe. But whatever it is I did, it caused it, and I 
apologize for that."

She made a disgusted sound and rolled her eyes, then 
curled her lip and slapped my hands down. I put them 
right back where I'd had them. She half-sighed, half-
snorted.

"Whatever."

"If it's worth anything, I'm not much better with 
people than you think you are. I can be just as much an 
asshole as you can be a bitch. But we're also very good 
at reading people, and we know how to make them feel 
better. So I figure that kind of balances it."

"It doesn't balance out at all. Not by a long shot. 
Don't even try psychoanalyzing this bullshit with me."

"Are you as angry now as you were when I came over 
here?"

"God damnit! Put your fucking hands DOWN!" She snarled 
and actually hit my hands, not in any way gentle about 
it. I winced and pulled them back. "You're fucking 
pissing me off doing that. What the fuck are you 
expecting from me?"

"Stand up."

"Why?"

"Just do it. I don't want to argue with you."

"You're doing a damn good job of it right now. I've 
told you half a dozen times now I don't want to talk 
about this sort of shit here."

"I think," Kim interrupted, and Cindy shifted gears. I 
don't know that there's much of a better way to 
describe it. Her whole demeanor simply changed, rancid 
anger she was holding between herself and me, then an 
entirely different sort of defensiveness as her focus 
turned to Kim. Kim waited a second before continuing, 
making sure she had everyone's attention.

"I think, even if you were right about me wanting more 
than just sex, your whole tantrum here would make me 
not want to see you at all if I hadn't seen other parts 
of your personality. You were right saying you're not a 
good person to get involved with."

Cindy literally flinched, and I turned to look at Kim, 
surprised more by Cindy's reaction than what Kim had 
said. She was looking at Cindy, though she lifted her 
eyes to me when I looked at her. She was obviously 
disappointed, and she just shook her head at me, then 
sank back into the car and closed the door. I turned 
back to Cindy as she stood, but she had her eyes 
downcast. She turned and started away, not saying a 
word. She stopped and went rigid as I put a hand on her 
arm to stop her.

"DON'T do this," she said, tense.

I glanced at Sara as she moved past me and slid her 
arms around Cindy's stomach. Cindy didn't turn, but 
also didn't stop her, and Sara rested her chin on her 
shoulder.

"Do you still want to see each other Wednesday?" she 
asked, head tilted to look at Cindy.

Silence, but a thinking silence.

"I don't know," Cindy answered after a time. "I'll call 
you, Tuesday evening or Wednesday morning."

"You'll need my number."

Cindy nodded, and Sara reached into a pocket and pulled 
out a pen. She was never without a pen, it seemed, 
except when she didn't have any pockets to put it in. 
She grabbed one of Cindy's hands, looking over her 
shoulder while she wrote her number on it, then put her 
pen back. Cindy sighed as Sara put her arm around her 
stomach again.

"You going to be ok?"

"Later. Not right now. I'm going to go home now, I 
think, and do something I'm probably going to regret 
later."

"Kim's impulsive."

"Doesn't change what she just did."

"No. But it does explain it."

Cindy turned at that to look at Sara.

"Don't ever patronize your sister, Sara. Don't ever do 
that. Cherish her and don't ever do anything that would 
ruin what you have with her. Once you've lost something 
like that, it's too hard to get back. Trust me. I 
know."

She turned away and brought her hands up, wiping her 
palms hard against her eyes, then pulled Sara's arms 
away and started walking. She was flexing her damaged 
hand as she went, and I could tell she was settling 
into the well-controlled rage again. It was how she 
moved.

I stepped over and stood beside Sara, watching Cindy 
walk away, and looked at Sara when she turned to me. 
She only looked at me, and again I couldn't read her. 
She looked after Cindy again after a moment, but she 
was gone.

"I wasn't expecting that," she said.

"No," I agreed.

"And you listened to me."

I tilted my head and furrowed my brow at her.

"I always do. You know that."

"You yelled at me, though. I had thought you wouldn't 
ever do that."

I sighed. I was too drained at that point to really do 
much else. I turned Sara toward me and gathered her in 
my arms to hold her.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I really am. I feel terrible 
for it. You didn't deserve it."

Sara sighed and laid her head against my chest, 
listening to my heart. She'd been doing that a lot 
since last week.

"Should I see her on Wednesday?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yeah. She seems like such a wonderful person. It's 
just her temper." She shook her head against me and 
sighed again. "Her and Kim together, though... Kim 
doesn't handle it well when someone's mad at her, or 
when she's mad, like this morning."

I just nodded and ran my fingers through her hair, and 
we stayed like that until Diane came up probably ten 
minutes later. Neither of us noticed until she actually 
spoke, and we both jumped.

"Where's Cindy?"

"She went home," I said, shaking my head.

"What happened? I've never seen either of you take off 
after someone like that."

I only shook my head, so it was Sara who answered.

"We had an argument. Might be seeing her again on 
Wednesday, but that's kind of uncertain now."

"How bad was it?"

"Don't know. She seems kind of mercurial."

"You'll be able to work things out, though?"

"Mom. Stop prying. It's not your concern."

"I'm sorry, dear. I'm just concerned."

"Don't be."

"Are you going to be coming back to the party, then?"

Sara lifted her head from my chest and looked at me, 
then looked at my car, through it to look at Kim. She 
shook her head.

"I'm not in the mood for it anymore. Tell people Kim's 
feeling sick or something and Mike and me are taking 
her home. I don't know."

Diane nodded and came over to hug Sara, then stood her 
at arm's length, studying her.

"Is everything ok?" she asked.

Sara was quiet a moment, thinking.

"One way or the other, it'll work out," she answered, 
her usual ambiguity for questions like that.

Most people, I've noticed, see only the positive 
meaning of that phrase, 'It will work out,' never once 
thinking that it can also be understood in a different 
manner. Makes it useful for hiding how you feel about a 
situation.

Diane studied her daughter for a moment longer, then 
nodded and released her.

"You three take care, then."

And she was gone, and so were we. The rest of the day, 
thankfully, passed uneventfully.

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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