Chapter 20

“I have to go,” said Bobby. “I have to get up and go to work tomorrow.”

“Okaaay,” said Teri, who had three loads of Bobby’s cum in her body. She was holding her pussy lips closed so it didn’t make a mess. After he left she’d sit on the pot and let it drain.

He kissed her goodbye and looked at Monique, who was lying on the bed with her own collection of semen oozing out of her.

“I’m glad we could do this and it didn’t freak you out,” he said.

“Me, too,” she said. “I was really worried, but I’m not anymore.”

“Good. Maybe we can do it again some time.”

“Yeah. Maybe. I’m staying for a week or two.”

“I meant later, after you guys are married.” He grinned. “I’d love to go on your honeymoon with you.”

“Stop hitting on my girlfriend,” Russel groaned.

“He can’t help himself,” said Teri. She swatted him on the ass. “Go. You can flirt with her later.”

“Okay,” said Bobby, brightly. “See you later.”

The door closed and Russell got up off of the bed to go pee. Monique was comfortable so she just lay there.

“Bring me a washcloth so I don’t stain Teri’s bed,” she called.

“Got it,” he replied.

Teri turned around. She was still squeezing her pussy lips together to contain Bobby’s spend. Russell had beaten her to the bathroom but she knew he wouldn’t be long.

“So, how do you feel?” she asked the older woman.

“It didn’t go like I thought it would,” said Monique.

“Yeah. It was supposed to be Russell making love to me, not Bobby.”

“I had a good time, though,” said Monique. “I still can’t believe I did it, but I had a good time.”

“That’s important,” said Teri. “I’m sorry Bobby flirted with you so much. He really can’t help himself.”

“He’s harmless,” said Monique.

“Never believe Bobby Grisham is harmless,” said Teri. “He wasn’t kidding. Under the right circumstances he’d be on you like a wolf on a sheep.”

“No way,” said Monique, who felt a little thrill shoot through her stomach.

“You just make sure Russell never gets in a situation where he might say it was okay for Bobby to kiss you or any of that.”

“Got it,” said Monique.

Russell came out of the bathroom and Teri hurried in.

“Teri just told me not to trust Bobby,” she said.

“What? You can depend on him for anything,” Russel said.

“She meant not to let him kiss me or anything.”

“Oh. That’s true. He cannot resist a beautiful woman. If you give him an inch he’ll take your whole pussy.” He grinned as if he’d been clever.

“You better not ever give me to any man,” she said. Her voice was firm.

“Nope. I’d never do that,” said Russell. “You are too precious to hazard losing.”

“Good, because I’m a little attracted to him and that might cause problems.”

“That’s why I’ll never give you to him,” said Russell.

He kissed her.

“If the time comes I promise I’ll only rent you to him.”

He had to get up and leave the room, running stark naked from an equally naked woman who was trying to hit him with a fly swatter.

The rest of Monique’s stay, which “dragged” out to three weeks, involved a lot of love involving Russell and the women, with a little “Bobby spice” thrown in. Because both girls were sleeping in the same room it was almost inevitable that whichever woman Russell didn’t have his dick in was either watching or found something to distract her. Sometimes while Teri was asleep, Russell and Monique would make love like they did back at school. And, if Monique was asleep, Russell would happily mount his sister and practice making a baby with her.

Bobby touched Monique, but not in any sexual ways. He hugged everybody when he arrived, and that included Monique. If they were all at the mall, or movie theater, etc, he might put his fingertips on her lower back as he made way for her to go ahead of him. These were little social touches, but they made a difference because by the time she got in her car to go back home, Bobby’s touch felt normal ... routine ... expected. The next time she saw him she was the one to hug him, sometimes.

To many of us the next year might have seemed like it dragged, but it wasn’t that way for any of the people in this story. The babies grew like weeds and began to do things that brought squeals of joy to their mothers and many of the others. Teri buckled down to make sure she got three scholarships that depended on her GPA in her senior year. Her parents required her to pay for as much of her education as she could, and rely on them only as a last resort. They had tried to teach her the value of both money and hard work. All of the college students took successively harder courses and worked hard.

The only big event was when Russell changed his major to computer programming. It surprised everybody. It shouldn’t have. The amount of time he’d spent on video games, added together, might have amounted to multiple months.

Then school was out and it was time for Teri to walk across the stage to accept her faux diploma and shake hands with a whole line of white people. Her skin color was obvious, in the middle of a long line of her white peers. Teri, herself, was oblivious to the attention she was getting. All she cared about was that she would be going to college at State, when August rolled around. She was required to live in a dorm the first year, or at least maintain the appearance of living in a dorm.

Before that, though, there would be another summer with Monique and Bobby. She couldn’t wait until the four of them could get some privacy.

There was someone else thinking about privacy and ... sex. That was Genevieve Jackson. Actually, she had been thinking about that since mid-February; Valentine’s Day to be exact. Beaufort was exceptionally motivated this year and left her very happy in bed. She thought about her daughter, who was not in the same situation that Valentine’s Day, but might be by the next one. Summer would be on them soon and it would fly by. Her little girl would go off to college, where anything could happen.

As she lay there she remembered what college had been like for her and how she had kicked up her heels. She really did not want Teri kicking up her heels in the same way. Genevieve had always been a little amazed that she hadn’t gotten knocked up, back then. Her husband didn’t know about that. Nobody in town knew about that.

When she looked at Teri she saw a beautiful, smart, but very ripe young woman. She knew Teri was crazy about Bobby and had decided that might not be a terrible thing. She liked Bobby a lot. True, he had thoroughly debauched Russell, but that would have happened sooner or later and in this case, it had been controlled. It had also been with good partners and for relatively good reasons. She also knew Bobby would do forbidden things with Teri if he could. It was a given that Teri would let him. And after August, when they were both at college, far from parental control, she was pretty sure he would.

She knew Bobby, and she was positive he would never do anyhthing to hurt Teri. Teri was protected from pregnancy, with the IUD. She wasn’t worried about them ... except she couldn’t help worrying about them.

So she was going to have a heart-to-heart talk with Bobby, and it was going to be a frank and serious talk.

She talked to her husband, first, though she didn’t describe in detail what she was worried about. All she said was that she was worried and that she hoped Bobby would keep an eye on their daughter and make sure she stayed out of trouble.

“It may be Bobby who causes trouble,” growled Beaufort. “That boy has the hots for my daughter.”

“Maybe a little,” said Genevieve. “They’ve known each other for years. He got both Russell and her involved in school and social events. He made our adjustment here a lot easier.”

“I know that,” said Beaufort. “I also know he’ll keep a close eye on her if she lets him.”

“Would you rather some stranger keep that close eye on her?”

“I’m a father. I want her to be a virgin when she walks down the aisle.”

“You know that’s not going to happen in this day and age,” said Genevieve.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I don’t have to dwell on that, though.”

“Russell said he invited Monique here for a few weeks. I think we should get away for a romantic weekend.”

“And leave them alone? Unsupervised?”

“Russell won’t let something happen to her unless he approves, and if he approves then how can we fail to trust him?”

“Russel and Bobby might as well have come from the same womb,” said Beaufort. “They are each other’s wingman. He’ll probably encourage something to happen.”

“And then that percolates all summer and when they go back to school she already has a boyfriend. She’s got an IUD implanted. There won’t be any of those disturbing milk chocolate babies. She’ll keep out of trouble and maybe learn something about men in a safe and controlled environment. In fact, I think I’ll talk to Bobby in a very frank manner.”

“Better you talk to him than me,” said Beaufort. “I’d end up threatening him.”

“I’ll ask him to introduce her to some acceptable black men, second semester, and to take care of her the first one.”

“I don’t want to think about that,” growled Beaufort.

“All right. You go bust a bad guy and let me worry about Teri.”

“You’re on.”

“I’ll try to talk to Bobby soon,” she said.

She had to wait until he got home for the summer. They’d have about a week before Monique got there.

Somehow, though, she never got the chance to get him alone. Nor could she settle on exactly what she was going to ask him to do.

Then Monique was due to arrive. She hadn’t told Beaufort she didn’t talk to Bobby.

She dusted her mental hands. The two girls and two boys would want to be together ... in privacy ... and she had made sure they were going to get some.

She trusted her gut. Teri was nuts for Bobby and he was smitten with her.

Better to seal the deal now, than hope it would be sealed later.

Besides, Russell wouldn’t let things go too far.

Teri was his baby sister, after all.

Teri bounded into the kitchen where her mother and Monique were talking. She tried to act surprised. She already knew exactly how long Monique had been there. She had a role to play and she was ready.

“Hey,” said Teri as her mother ushered Monique into the kitchen. “How you been?”

“Fairly good,” said Monique, sounding just as “mildly excited” to chat with Russell’s sister. “I got good enough grades that none of my scholarships or grants will be revoked.”

“Good grades are worth the trouble of getting,” said Genevieve, obviously to her daughter.

“I got good grades! I got three scholarships, remember?”

“Good, but I’m going to speak to Bobby and ask him to keep an eye on you so you don’t party too much.”

“I’m not afraid of Bobby,” sighed Teri.

“I know you’re not,” said Genevieve. “I’ve seen how you look at him.” She blinked. “I’ve also seen how he looks at you.”

It got very quiet in the kitchen. This was the first time anything had been said out loud that indicated her mother, at least, had suspicions about how deep the relationship was.

“There’s nothing going on between me and Bobby, Mom,” said Teri, trying to sound disgusted. She didn’t quite bring it off and just sounded hoarse.

“I hope you find a nice man who looks like you to have as a boyfriend at college,” said Genevieve. “In your second semester, that is. No boyfriends first semester. You need to establish your study skills first semester.”

“She’s right,” said Monique. “Study skills are crucial to success in higher education. I’ll be happy to give you a few pointers on how to set it up so you get started properly.”

“Thanks,” said Teri, sounding only mildly interested. She looked at her mother. “Is she staying in my room again?”

“You seemed to get along last year,” said Genevieve. She looked at Monique. “You’re staying a month this time, right?” She looked at Monique’s left hand, where there was no ring. She had mixed feelings about that. She liked Monique and did not want the couple to split up. At the same time she didn’t want them to take too big a bite too soon.

“Okay, I guess,” said Teri. Monique shot her a frowning look, as if to say, “Don’t push it!”

“Great!” said Monique. “Help me bring in my things?”

Genevieve had already turned away to go get ready to leave. She had already told Teri her parents were going on a romantic getaway for the weekend, and that the four young people would be on their own.

“I left money in the cookie jar for pizza or whatever,” she’d said. “No drinking!”

“Mom, you know I don’t drink,” said Teri, whose pussy had actually squirted when she found out the whole weekend would be sans parents.

“You sounded like you were getting a sentence in court,” complained Monique as she pulled a suitcase from her trunk.

“I was supposed to sound reluctant, wasn’t I? I mean I’m not supposed to look like I’m overjoyed you’re visiting.”

“You went a little too far,” said Monique.

“You can spank me later tonight,” teased Teri.

“I just might!” Monique shot back.

“Oh! You don’t know, yet,” gushed Teri. “Mom and dad booked a long weekend for a romantic getaway. The hotel is seventy miles away and they’ll be gone all weekend. We’ll have the whole house to ourselves!”

“Yum,” said Monique. “It will be wonderful to be able to make love without Russell’s roommate coming in and leering at us.”

They lugged things into Teri’s room. It would take two trips.

“Have you thought any more about what we talked about last year?” asked Monique as they returned for the last of her things.

“Yes,” said Teri. “I get funny feelings in my pussy when I think about it. Have you thought about it?”

“A lot,” said Monique. “I’m worried, though, that I might be ruining your innocence.”

Teri laughed.

“I’m pretty sure Russell and Bobby fucked the innocence right out of me.”

“Have you done anything with any of your girlfriends?” asked Monique.

“No. Of course not. I don’t feel for them like I feel about you.”

“So are you inclined to ... um ... try anything?”

“Actually, I had an idea,” said Teri.

“Shoot,” said the college junior.

“I think we should tune up each other’s shave. If anything happens while we’re doing that, then...”

“Actually, I need a tune-up. I haven’t shaved since Russell came home, three weeks ago. Have you two been bumping the ugly?”

“Only every night,” said Teri. “He misses you so much he can’t think about anything but sex.”

“You’re not complaining, are you?”

“No,” said Teri with a grin. “I can’t wait until I’m at State with Bobby.”

“Study first, then fuck Bobby’s brains out,” advised Monique.

“He already told me he won’t touch me until my homework is done,” sighed the younger girl.

“You’ll have plenty of time with him,” said Monique. “I love weekends because I can sleep over and sleep in.”

“Mmmm. I get horny just thinking about that.”

“So ... do you want to do this tune-up before the boys get here, or let them watch?”

“Before. I might do something I’m not sure I want them to see.”

“Really?”

“I might. The idea does not make me squeamish at all,” said the newly-graduated young woman.

“I’m glad, because I feel the same way,” said Monique.

Once all the luggage was in, the two women faced each other.

“I’m nervous,” said Monique.

Teri approached and pressed her breasts against Monique’s.

“Kiss me,” she said, softly. “Like you did last year.”

The kiss was only partially like the one Monique had unintentionally done the summer before. This kiss went on as the girls lips got soft. Monique’s tongue tip flicked into Teri’s mouth and Teri sucked the tip, pulling hard on it. Their hands didn’t do anything except grip each other’s arms until the kiss finally broke.

“Mmm,” said Teri.

“I might be in trouble, here,” panted Monique.

“No, you’re not. I feel the exact same way. I couldn’t feel this for any other woman but I’m not worried that I feel it for you.”

“The tune-up may become ... challenging,” said Monique.

Teri put her lips almost on Monique’s.

“Girl, I’m gonna shave you as smooth as a baby’s butt, and then I’m gonna suck your pussy until you scream.”

“Good,” said Monique. “If I had to shave you right now my hand would shake. If you do me first I’ll be calm and return the favor.”

Teri grinned

“And then the men will be here and we can get royally fucked.”

Monique sat on the edge of the bed. She was wearing her robe, not because she was cold, but to hide her nakedness.

“I’m nervous,” she said.

Teri looked up from the collection of things she had brought to their bedroom. There was a bowl her mom cooked casseroles in, filled with water. There were scissors borrowed from her mother’s sewing supplies. She had brought a new, disposable razor from her own stock, normally used on her legs and under her arms. And there was a can of her father’s shaving cream. She shaved her legs in the shower, so didn’t have her own cream.

“I’ve been shaving my legs for years. I won’t cut you,” said Teri.

“That’s not what I’m nervous about,” said Monique.

“Oh. You mean what we’re going to do?”

“Yes. I’ve never done that with anyone. I’ve always thought women who did that were...”

“Lesbians?” Teri frowned. “I want to do this because I love you, not because I prefer women over men. You know how much I love a penis in me and I know how much you love when Russell’s cock is pounding you. We’re not lesbians, Monique. We are simply two women who want to love each other in the most intimate way we can think of.”

“I know all that academically,” moaned the older woman. “My nervousness comes from deep down. We’ve actually talked about doing this. When Russell and I first talked I actually asked him to be my fuck-buddy. It was all casual and there wasn’t supposed to be any real connection.”

“Russell doesn’t roll that way,” said Teri.

“I didn’t know that, then, but I do now,” groaned Monique. “ When we got together that first time I was afraid I might actually die because of what he did to me.”

“That’s my brother,” said Teri.

“I got in way over my head and I ended up falling in love and meeting all of you and deciding incest wasn’t so bad after all and I began watching other people having sex and then having sex in the same room as other people, who could see me having sex, and now this. It feels like I have changed into another person, like I’m not really Monique Dalton. I’m nervous because the only intimacy I’ve shared with another woman is a couple of kisses that happened out of the blue. They weren’t planned. This, what we’re going to do tonight, is planned. There hasn’t been any romance to it. We just decided to try this. So I shouldn’t feel anything, really, except I do feel something and I feel it in the same place Russell does things to me and I’m scared I might like it too much.”

“I get it,” said Teri. “We never talked about it, but the way I became intimate with Russell and Bobby was because I spied on Russell one night and followed him. He went to this white woman’s house and then Bobby showed up, too. When I peeked in a window there were four white women, all of them naked, and Bobby and Russell were fucking all of them. I mean they would fuck a woman and then switch to another woman. That was the first time I saw my brother’s prick when it was hard. It was dripping sperm when I saw it. Bobby’s too, for that matter. It drove me crazy and I had all these new, very strong feelings. So I just confronted them about it. I had the upper hand because I could rat them out, so I called the shots. I actually went and talked to two of the women.”

“No way!” gasped Monique. “And they talked to you?”

“They were lovely about it. It was like I was all grown up. We had the most crazy, wonderful, amazing talk. Anyway, I found out both of them got boners for me... because of me ... and I’ve always had a crush on Bobby. And I made them show me their cocks. I did not intend to get one of those cocks in my pussy, but, long story short, Russell fucked me because he said there had to be black sperm in me before Bobby could put white in there. And suddenly I was full of my big brother’s cock and you know how he can make a woman feel. And the rest is history.”

“Wow. How old were you when all this happened?”

“Sixteen.”

“And it didn’t break your mind?”

“What threatened to do that was me wanting to feel things and them denying me and telling me I couldn’t. I didn’t know what I wanted back then. I didn’t know there were things I might not know about but would want later. I just rode the crest of a wave and ended up surfing. And here I am doing something else new. I don’t know if I’ll like it. I’m pretty sure I will, but only because it’s you. I’m that way about Russell and Bobby, too. I crave what they give me but I’m not interested in getting it from anywhere else ... from anybody else.”

“So you’re going with the flow right now,” said Monique.

“Yup.”

“And you’re not nervous?”

“I’d have to say I’m more eager than nervous. What I’m nervous about is that I won’t do it right.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” said Monique. “As openly as we’ve been talking about this, I’m pretty sure we’ll talk to each other while it’s happening.”

“So...” Teri sat there.

Monique grasped the edges of the opening of her robe.

“Why am I so wigged out that you’re going to see me naked? You’ve seen me naked before. Hell, you’ve seen me having sex before!”

“You weren’t being touched by me then,” said Teri.

“Right.” Monique frowned. “I’m too into my head about this. I need to just do it!”

With that she flipped her robe open and shrugged her shoulders so it fell down her arms behind her. She spread her knees apart and realized she was holding her breath. She blew it out noisily and looked at the younger woman, on the floor a few feet from her.

“You’re so beautiful,” sighed Teri.

“Not as much as you,” said Monique. “You have truly black skin and I’d kill to have your breasts.”

“We can flirt with each other later. I want to shave you,” said Teri.

Monique just sat there on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, resting her upper torso on stiff arms slightly behind her.

“Don’t need the scissors for you,” said Teri. “I should have known that.”

Teri squirted a dollop of shaving cream on one hand and started spreading it over Monique’s mons.

That’s when Russell walked in without knocking. Teri didn’t stop doing what she was doing, but she spoke harshly.

“You aren’t supposed to be here until later.”

“I got off early. This is interesting.”

“This is between Monique and me. No boys allowed. When I get done she’s going to make me look like her, down there. Get out.”

“Awww, c’mon. At least let me watch.”

Teri looked up at Monique’s face. Monique hadn’t reacted to Russell at all when he barged in.

“Come here,” she said to Teri. “I want to whisper in your ear.”

Teri got up, holding the hand with shaving cream on it out to one side. She leaned over and put the other hand on the bed beside Monique’s left hand.

“Let him watch but make a rule that he cannot speak or do anything to distract us.”

“Really?” Teri replied in her normal voice.

Monique nodded. Teri turned to her brother.

“Okay. You have permission to watch but there are some rules. You can’t speak or make any noises. And you can’t do anything to distract us. Obviously you cannot touch either of us.”

“I will be like a mouse hiding from the cat, but looking for cheese,” said Russell.

“Not a sound!” Teri reiterated. Then she turned back to Monique.

“I need to make sure everything is covered,” she said.

She commenced to masturbate the older woman, who did not raise any objection. Instead she just closed her eyes and sighed.

“Feels good,” she said.

“I’m glad. Okay, let’s get this puppy bare.”

She picked up the razor and began to remove the shaving cream in strips. The stubble wasn’t long and it cut easily. Teri put her thumb on Monique’s clitoral hood to anchor the skin as she pulled the razor away from that. She heard a ticking sound and looked to see Russell texting somebody. She turned back to Monique and carefully got into the crevices, pulling her skin this way and that, pushing one leg to widen.

“You look yummy,” said Teri. “Does Russell like to suck your clit?”

“Yes,” said Monique. “He does that to get me ready, except I’m always ready anyway. But I don’t tell him that because I love it when he does it.”

There was a cough and Teri shot a warning look at her brother.

Teri had brought a washcloth soaked in warm water, but it had cooled. Monique didn’t complain as her vulva was cleaned and bare for anyone in the room to see.

“This is your clit right here, right?” asked Teri as she put one fingertip on the bulge of Monique’s clitoral hood.

“Yes,” said Monique, her voice tight.

“It doesn’t look like I thought it would,” said Teri. “I’ve looked at mine in a mirror and they look different.”

“What does mine look like?” asked Monique.

“There’s a sort of flap of skin that looks like the silhouette of a tent. Or an upside down Vee. It comes down and covers up your clit completely. If I do this, that flap pulls up and there’s your bead, right there!” Teri used her thumb to make Monique’s skin do what she was describing. “This is cool!” said Teri. “I can see how that flap would protect it in everyday life, so your clit wasn’t constantly being rubbed by your panties or jeans or whatever. But when I expose it, your clit sticks up half an inch. It looks like if Bobby’s cock tip was reduced in size waaaay down until it was tiny.”

“Touch it for me,” whispered Monique.

“You mean like this?”

Teri exposed the bean and then rubbed it gently with one fingertip.

“Yesssss,” moaned Monique. “Gently. Just like that. Circle it.”

“I like that too,” said Teri as she pushed her fingertip in a circle, pushing the little organ this way and that. “Can you cum if this is all you do?”

“No,” panted Monique. “I have to rub harder, later.”

“What if I did this?” asked Teri.

She leaned forward and sealed her lips around the erect organ she’d been circling. She sucked gently and squeezed with her lips.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” gasped Monique. “I’ll give you just an hour to stop doing that.”

“You taste good,” said Teri, who licked Monique’s open labia.

A sound intruded and Teri looked to see Russell with a kitchen chair. He had left and returned and Teri hadn’t known anything about it. He sat, his phone in his hand.

“No pictures or videos of this,” she said, firmly.

Russell crossed his heart and put the phone in his lap. Teri went back to sucking her first pussy.

Basically, Teri just did what she’d want ‘someone’ to do to her. Monique obviously loved it and was giving little suggestions, usually just a word or two. “Higher,” she said at one point. “Harder,” she said at another. “Don’t stop!” she gasped several times.

Teri heard tapping and looked to see Russell texting again.

It was while Monique was in the middle of her first orgasm that the door opened and Bobby tiptoed in. He had a kitchen chair with him, too.

“Who said you could come?” rasped Teri, while she rubbed Monique’s clit to extend the orgasm. “Nobody said you could.”

Bobby pantomimed zipping his lips shut, locking them and throwing away the key.

“Should we let him stay?” asked Teri.

“I don’t care as long as you can do that again,” panted the older woman. “That has to be one of the best orgasms I ever had.”

“Goody. I love doing this but I want to know how it feels. My turn?”

Monique sat up.

“Be careful what you ask for. That was intense. There was a moment there where I thought I’d never need a penis again if I had the right girlfriend.”

Both men made noises and Teri stood. She still had her shorts and shirt on. She removed them, standing in front of the men.

“I said no noises or distractions. If you can’t be quiet then leave. “ She gripped a tuft of her pubes and pulled them away from her body.

“Monique is going to shave all this off of me so I look like her. I do not want her to be distracted and cut me. Is that perfectly clear?”

“One more thing,” said Monique, who was now standing by the bed. “No jerking off.”

Bobby opened his mouth to speak, but then subsided. He pantomimed his head exploding.

“Too bad. You just sit there. We may need you when Monique gets finished. And we won’t like it if your cocks are limp and soft.”

Teri went to sit where Monique had been.