Chapter 8: Becoming Free

Kara and her mother worried about Abby’s adjustment after leaving a very conservative background. Arlene hoped that once Abby moved in, settled, and felt secure, she could resume her full relationship with Kara in the master bedroom’s big bed. The household nudity might come back too, she hoped.

Arlene had no idea what to do about our routine Friday and Saturday nights of lovemaking with me and Kara (and her). Perhaps Kara would simply always be visiting my house on those two nights of the week. And when Abby was ready for it, she could enjoy Ken at Arlene’s. For more flexibility, Arlene put a convertible sofa in her living room that folded out into a tolerably comfortable bed.

As it turned out, she didn’t need to make so many changes after all.

Abby arrived at her new home from the hospital still wearing her tied-behind-the-neck hospital gown, with her bare butt hanging out in the breeze. Arlene was wearing casual clothes and brought her inside to greet Kara, who was also fully dressed.

After kissing her hosts, Abby reached back and untied her gown, dropping it into a chair. Fully nude, she preened slightly while appreciating the astonishment on their faces.

“What?” she asked, reacting to their surprised looks. “Did you think I was a prude? In the hospital, Ken told me you guys take off your clothes every day. His family does, too. Wasn’t I supposed to do the same—to fit in?”

“Abby, Ken was correct, but we worried you might not be comfortable with it, at least at the start.”

“Oh, hell, no! Actually, fuck no! I’m finally free of those fundamentalist assholes who nearly killed me. If I’m not eating your pussies tonight, I’m going to be very disappointed. Kara, close your mouth, I’m serious. Arlene, let me help you get that bra off; you look uncomfortable. I want my mouth on your nipples.”

“Let me help you with those hooks, Abby. Mom and I have a habit of getting her bra off as soon as our front door closes. Let’s get all our clothes, then go back to Mom’s big bed. You suck one nipple, and I’ll suck the other.”

In the master bedroom, Arlene nearly had her orgasm just from her first stereo nipple licking. But then Abby moved down and put her face between her legs.

“Oh, wow. That’s your button? It’s so big! It sticks out!”

“You don’t like it?”

“Of course I like it. Mnph! Oh, it’s stiff. I want to suck on it.”

“Abby, it’s my clit, that’s what they’re called, not a button. Suck my clit while I suck on Kara’s. Kara, get up here!”

Abby got busy. She never imagined a pussy could come equipped with such a big clit. And it was obvious how much Arlene enjoyed what she was doing, even though it was Abby’s first ever oral sex.

Not long after Abby began, Arlene pushed up on her daughter’s butt to get her to lift clear of her face for a minute.

“Abby, when you feel I’m getting close, stick two or three fingers inside my pussy and rub around. Push up on the front wall inside, to stimulate my clit from behind. It makes me come. Imagine when I do that to you; you’re gonna love it.

“Also, I need to warn you. I’m a really wet woman. To be honest, I leak when I climax; sometimes, I spray. It will be like I’m peeing on you. If that’s a problem, you need to back away when I get...”

“Shh. It’s fine. You’re just showing you love what I’m doing, aren’t you?”

“Mom! Shut up and let Abby make you crazy. She’ll be fine. Put your face back on me; my pussy’s getting cold.”

Kara settled back down, muffling her mother from making further comments. Abby went back to sucking, nibbling, and tonguing that big clit, with predictable effects.

Arlene managed only one clear thought through this: “I forgot to put the towel down, damn it.”

Meanwhile, Abby had her eyes on Kara’s little beige star. Fascinated, she watched it pulsate with Kara’s climax.

“That’s just the way mine feels!” she remembered. “I’m not putting it off any longer.”

Abby reached back with her other hand and began burying fingers in Arlene’s asshole. Kara had climbed off her mother’s face and moved to the side, watching Abby use her hand to stretch and pull Arlene’s anal opening.

With a crafty look, Kara reached into the nightstand and pulled out a regular-sized dildo and their little squeeze bottle of lube. After preparation, she tugged Abby’s hand out and quickly slipped in the dildo before her mom’s loose asshole began to close up.

Arlene went wild, thrashing about and moaning incoherently. Kara fluffed up a pillow under her head and watched keenly. After two intense climaxes, Arlene asked for a break.

“Young lady, I want an explanation. What’s going on? Why the emphasis on my backside?”

“It’s simple. With all the terrible bleeding I deal with, I usually leave my poor vagina alone. I started stimulating back there by using a hairbrush handle or my fingers. I hope you don’t have a problem with this; I enjoy the feelings my asshole gives me. Probably, if my health improves, I’ll go back to being in the regular pussy-first party.”

Arlene spoke firmly.

“Abby, get your face up here where I can kiss you. Don’t mind the taste and smell of Kara’s pussy all over my face. Mnph!”

“Ooh, I like it. Kara is tasty!”

“I’ve always thought so. Kara? Lube the dildo again and stick it up Abby’s ass. Abby, close your eyes while I’m holding you. Use your imagination: do you know what’s in your ass right now? It’s Ken’s hard cock. And he’s going to fuck you until you piss all over his balls. Go!”

Kara plunged the dildo in and out. Abby almost passed out; she came so hard. After her brain restarted, she volunteered to get between their thighs and eat their pussies, as she promised when she walked in their front door.

“I don’t have a lot of experience, though; you will need to teach me. Teach me what else both of you enjoy.”

“Let’s do that after dinner; I’m hungry. Kara, will you order pizza?”

Kara told me (and Ken) all of these details of Abby’s first day with them. One of the things I appreciated about Kara was that she was a natural storyteller. Naturally, my brother was hanging on her every word, imagining the moment when he would finally see her naked.

All of their interactions had been at school; up until then, brief kisses had been their maximum physical connection. Obvious to all of us, Abby and Ken were tightly wound, anticipating the moment they could move on together to full intimacy.

To prepare for their first time, Arlene sent Abby and Ken to the movies, then came over to our house with Kara for a planning meeting with me, Mom, and Dad.

“Doris, I’m sure you and I—eh, all of us want Abby and Ken to have a wonderful first time together.”

“Yeah, like we did for Kara and Connor. That seemed to work out well; I mean, they are still enjoying each other.”

Kara took my hand and kissed my cheek.

“I have concerns, though. My brief time having Abby in my home shows that she is extremely ignorant. I mean that in the nicest possible way. Compared to Abby, Ken is very knowledgeable, even though they both still qualify as virgins.”

The discussion continued until we all agreed on the plans. Since Abby was a long way from being covered with any other birth control method (like the pill), we would make sure Ken had condoms and knew how to use them. Mom and Dad would coach Ken, and Arlene would coach Abby. Kara and I had a secondary role; we promised to answer any questions Abby (or Ken) didn’t feel comfortable discussing with older adults.

Arlene and Kara left to pick up the lovebirds from the movies. Later, Kara spoke with me.

“Your brother is different. He’s more impulsive and aggressive, and I think he might come on too strong with Abby. She is in a whole different place than I was with you. Connor, she’s going from training wheels to the Tour de France in just days.