Part III

Gina and Reina hardly spoke a word the entire car ride to the movie theater. They bought tickets to whatever was playing next, some horror movie, of which Gina could hardly recall the plot, and sat in silence for ninety minutes until the last credit rolled and the lights came up. They were the last two people to leave the theater.

They walked in silence across the street to a Chipotle and sat down in a booth. Their food was delivered a short while later. They both ordered taco bowls, but neither touched a bite.

“Are we getting kicked out?” Reina finally asked. Just asking the question made her glassy-eyed.

“I don’t know,” Gina said.

Gina checked her phone obsessively, counting down the minutes until they could go back. She worried that the longer they were away, the more time Vince and Tammy would have to convince themselves to give them up. At the same time, she was terrified to return, because something monumental had happened yesterday that neither she nor Reina fully understood.

Tammy practically told them to kiss her husband and suck his dick. It had all happened so fast. One minute, they were sitting next to Vince on the sofa, and the next they were making out with him. Then, before she knew it, Tammy was pulling his dick out of his pants and Gina had it in her mouth and she was sucking on it. She had her hand and her lips around Vince’s huge dick, and she was giving the man a blowjob!

Then Tammy told Reina to suck his dick too. Gina looked at her sister, seated across the small table from her. Worry lines creased her forehead. Her little sister sucked a man’s dick. The very same dick she herself had just been sucking. And then they sucked it together. It was all so unreal, like it had happened to someone else.

Did Tammy and Vince molest them? She wasn’t sure, but it didn’t feel like it did when Earl used to come after them. Groping them, kissing them, beating off, trying to get his limp dick hard enough that he could force it into their mouths, then hitting them when he couldn’t get it up.

What happened yesterday felt totally different. Even though Tammy was telling them what to do, it was all stuff Gina already wanted to do. She wanted to kiss Vince. She wanted to jack him off. She wanted to suck his big dick. She wanted to fuck him too, and if Tammy had let her, she would have. There was no doubt in her mind about that.

“What are you thinking about?” Reina asked, her lips a thin, straight line across her face.

“What do you think?”

Reina nodded. She looked anxious and worried and remorseful, all at the same time. “Did we do something bad?” she asked.

“I don’t know, Rey.”

“Did they?”

Gina could only shrug and shake her head. She just didn’t know. She gave Reina a sympathetic look.

“Do you feel bad about what happened, Reina?”

Her sister sat quietly for a while. Her response was a whisper. “What do you mean?”

“Do you regret it?”

She didn’t want to be the first to answer that question. “Do you?”

Gina slowly shook her head. “No.”

The worry lines on Reina’s forehead eased and then disappeared. “Me neither.”

On the car ride home, they held hands, comforting one another. They rode with the top down, the warm summer wind blowing back their hair. Gina soaked in all the sensations she could. The golden hue of the setting sun, the sweet aroma of white sage that permeated the foothills, the vinyl seat sticking to the back of her thighs, the air whistling past the windshield, and the guttural rumble of the car’s motor that she felt in her chest. She committed all of them to memory, just in case this ended up being her final time experiencing them.

They sat quietly in the garage for several minutes. Neither of them wanted to get out of the car. Not yet. Then Gina’s phone chimed. A text from Tammy.

Come inside please

There was no more delaying the inevitable. They trudged across the driveway and up the front steps. Through the glass front door, she saw Tammy and Vince waiting for them in the living room. They let themselves in and went to face their uncertain futures.

Both girls sat stiffly on the sofa, on the edge of the cushion, backs straight, holding hands. Vince and Tammy sat directly across from them. Gina realized that this was exactly her view the first day she met them at the introductory meeting. It was impossible to glean from their expressions what they were thinking, other than Tammy had obviously been crying recently. For some reason, that put a knot in Gina’s stomach.

Tammy leaned forward and clasped her hands together between her knees. “I did a really bad thing,” she said, and tears already brimming in her eyes. “I pushed you girls to do things with Vince that you may not have wanted to do. I’ve already apologized to him, but now I need to apologize to you.

“Gina, Reina, my babies,” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry for what I did. If there’s any fault or blame to be had, it all belongs to me and me alone. Not one bit of it belongs to you, none of it, and not one bit of it belongs to Vince. He had no idea what I was doing, the same as you. This is all on me. All of it.”

She turned her head away and tightened her face, whimpering to hold back her emotions before turning back. “I can only beg your forgiveness and pray that I haven’t ruined everything between us through my selfish, thoughtless actions.”

She hid her face in her hands and her shoulders shook. Vince rubbed her back and she collapsed into his arms.

“I need to ask you girls an important question,” Vince said as he consoled Tammy. “After everything that’s happened, do you still want to live here with us, or would you prefer to leave and never see us again?”

Reina wept. Quiet tears and the occasional silent hiccough. Gina noticed that, even though Vince’s voice wasn’t emotional like Tammy’s had been, it still had a different quality to it. It sounded softer. More subdued. He wasn’t projecting it the way he normally did, and Gina couldn’t help but wonder if that was his real voice. The voice he used when he cuddled with Tammy in bed. The voice he used to say, I love you.

“We don’t want to leave,” Gina said, fighting with all her strength to restrain her emotions, but trembling from the effort. “We love it here.”

Tammy turned. She looked incredulous. “You do?”

“Yes!” Gina said, losing control of her voice. “We love living with you!” She choked on a sob. “You’re my best friend.”

Tammy shook with silent sobs of her own. She rose from the sofa and held out her arms. “Come here, baby.”

Gina rushed to her and threw her arms around her, hugging her tightly. Vince stood and gestured to a weeping Reina.

“Come here.”

Soon, all four of them were caught in one giant, emotional embrace, Vince’s strong arms securing the bundle of crying women like a muscular bow.

“I love you girls so much,” Tammy said in a crying whisper. She kissed both girls on their heads. “So, so much.”

When everyone had their cry, they sat, but this time together. As a family. Tammy cuddled with Reina and Vince held Gina in his arms. Gina wrapped hers around his torso and laid her head on his chest while he cradled her head and caressed her back. He felt so good to hold. She looked up at him and he smiled at her. A loving smile that she’d never seen from Earl, or even her own mother.

She put her hand on his cheek, feeling its scratchiness, and he lowered his head to kiss her. Even though the rest of him was so firm, his lips were soft and warm. His kiss was tender. She pulled her head back to look into his eyes. They looked so different now than they did that day in the garage. They’d been hard then. Now, they smiled at her.

Being so close to him, she became acutely aware of his erection. The long, girthy bulge deforming the front of his slacks. Its presence brought a warmth to her groin and an aching throb. She looked at Tammy and her unspoken question was answered with a smile and a single nod. Gina turned back to the man in her arms.

“Vince?”

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“Can we go to my room?” she asked in a low voice.

Vince turned to his wife, but instead of a smile and a nod, Tammy furrowed her brow and bit the corner of her bottom lip. She closed her eyes and shook her head. A feeling of disappointment churned Gina’s gut. Vince gazed into her eyes.

“Tammy and I talked while you and Reina were away, and we came to an agreement that anything we did going forward had to be done out in the open. No more secrets, between any of us. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

She didn’t, but she nodded anyway, because what he’d just said carried the promise of hope. He held the side of her face and brushed her temple with his thumb, and then he kissed her.

“Stand up and take off your shorts, sweetie.”

She looked into his eyes and blinked several times. “What?”

“I’d love to eat your cunt, Gina, but I’m going to have a hard time doing that if you keep your shorts on.”

Her brain short circuited and she found herself unable to move or speak. Then, as she watched, Vince’s eyes went from smiling and tender to hard. Even though she watched the transformation happen right in front of her eyes, she knew that, if ever asked, she’d be unable to describe exactly how it happened. When next he spoke, the deep resonance of his voice penetrated her soul and vibrated her clit.

“Take off your shorts.”

She moved as if under hypnosis, rising from the couch to stand in front of him. She was vaguely aware of Tammy and Reina’s presence, seated nearby, Reina’s head tucked under Tammy’s arm and resting on her bosom. Gina reached for the button of her fly and paused. Was she really doing this? By the time the question registered in her conscious mind, her zipper was already down and she was hooking her fingers under the waistband of her shorts. In the next instant, they were on the floor and she was stepping out of them.

“Just toss them aside, honey.”

Gina looked at Tammy and realized that she was standing like a statue holding her shorts. She tossed them aside, as Tammy suggested. Vince slowly rose from the couch and it seemed as if he were a foot taller. His powerful form loomed over her. Crossing his arms at the waist, he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, next to her shorts. Gina gazed upon his muscular perfection. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, but left them on.

“Panties.”

Gina looked down at the lacy panties she was wearing. The ones that showed off her dark bush through the thin, delicate fabric. She remembered when she first tried them on and looked at herself in the mirror, how sexy that dark patch appeared. It made her feel so mature. She slipped her fingers under the waistband and slid them over her ass and down her legs. Vince held out his hand, and she handed them over.

He turned them inside out and flattened out the gusset over his upturned palm. Gina saw they were wet and flushed with embarrassment. He touched his finger to the wettest spot. When he pulled it away, a thin, sticky string of her secretion clung to it. He rubbed his fingers together.

“You weren’t kidding, Tammy. Her panties are soaked.”

“They always are. I told you, baby, she’s hot for you.”

Gina blanched. Had Tammy been going through her dirty underwear! Oh god, of course she had. She did the laundry. Gina’s stomach churned, and then realization hit her like a gut punch. Oh god. Oh god! She knew! All this time, Tammy knew how she felt about Vince. All those talks they had, all that advice she gave her, Tammy knew that Gina had been talking about her own husband the entire time!

Gina reddened and wanted to hide her face. She suddenly felt so exposed. Even though she’d stood in front of Vince before wearing nothing but a tiny thong bikini bottom, and even masturbated in front of him, this felt different. Knowing that Tammy and Reina were watching her right now was part of it too. Sharing a room for so many years, Gina and Reina had seen each other naked plenty of times before, but, again, this somehow felt different. Before she could slip into shameful despair, Vince spoke and snapped her out of it.

“Feet apart.”

The power of Vince’s voice was utterly compelling. She felt bound to obey him, and she did. She widened her stance and stood with her arms at her side. He approached and circled behind her. Then his warm breath was in her hair. He was standing right there, inches away. His hand appeared from between her legs and then he was cupping her pussy from behind. Gina’s legs trembled when he stroked her labia.

“Your cunt is wet.”

The words had been spoken directly into her ear, startling her. She shivered violently. His large fingers explored her folds, parting her labia. In the silent living room, she heard the soft smacking of her wetness as he furrowed through her lips. She closed her eyes. One of his fingers discovered the entrance to her most sacred place. It briefly probed there, and then it was inside of her. Gina gasped.

“Oh god!”

Then he was fucking her. Fucking her with his enormous digit. She was practically sitting on his hand, his forearm nestled in the crack of her ass. She felt the muscles flexing against her sensitive butt cheeks as he plunged his finger in and out, lapping at the walls of her vagina. His warm breaths flowed over her shoulder and rustled her hair. And then he pulled his hand away.

“Lie down.”

He didn’t say where, so Gina chose the most logical place and lied down on the nearest chaise, her knees up, hands folded across her belly. Vince came to stand before her. He made a gesture, like Moses parting the Red Sea. She opened her legs wider and wider until he put his hands down.

“Spread your cunt.”

Oh god, why? She wasn’t even sure what he meant. Vince stood silently, waiting for her to figure it out. Gina reached between her legs and fumbled with her slippery labia until she managed to pinch them between her fingertips and gently pull them apart. A sinister grin spread across his face.

“Nice cunt. I’m going to enjoy this.”

His next movement was so quick, it caught her off guard and made her yelp. He grabbed her around the thighs and forcefully dragged her ass to the edge of the cushion, and then he buried his face in her pussy. Gina’s eyes flew open and she gasped loudly. She’d never had her pussy eaten before, but she’d imagined what it would feel like countless times. The reality of it was nothing like she imagined. It was a million times better.

Vince’s forceful, slithering tongue roamed over her pussy, slathering all over her clit and penetrating into her vagina. He didn’t limit himself to just her pussy either. In no time, he pushed her legs back and his tongue was bathing and tickling her butthole too. He groaned loudly and eagerly, like a starving man eating a delicious meal. This evidence of his eagerness made the experience ten times hotter.

When he pulled back his head, she almost complained. Then he placed his hand on her lower abdomen, just above her pubic mound, and inserted his large finger back into her pussy. Her mouth opened as he fucked her with it. Aggressively. She became aware that his finger was curled up and dragging over a particular spot on the front wall of her vagina, which elicited a tingly sensation that reminded her of poking herself in the belly button. Soon, however, the tingling sensation became a glow. He flicked his thumb lightly over her clit, brushing over it, like he was strumming his guitar. The combined effect of both sensations simultaneously soon had her sighing and groaning as a wonderful tension began to build.

Gina’s eyes flew open when he started forcing a second finger into her pussy. She’d fingered herself with two fingers before, but his fingers filled her pussy nearly as much as the dildo Tammy had given her. He worked them inside of her, alternating between twisting them and fucking her, combing over that same spot again.

When he lowered his face to munch on her clit and surrounding pubic hair, she lost her mind. Soon, he had her sensitive nodule between his lips and he was sucking on it and licking it relentlessly. His fingers moved faster. Gina hooked her hands behind her knees and pulled back her legs. She wasn’t even sure why she did it. Only that she wanted to open herself to him even more.

The orgasm she had was beyond any that she’d ever experienced before. Far more powerful, the intensity of it nearly painful, causing her to cry out and shudder. Then he repeated his performance, but this time in her ass. The butt plug she’d been using had taught her how to open her anus, and she was able to take two of his large fingers in her ass while he sucked her clit. The orgasm this produced was both distinctive and deeply gratifying, giving her pleasure in a new, and wholly unexpected way.

Time stood still for Gina as Vince licked her pussy and stretched her holes. Before long, he was able to fit three fingers into each of them. She felt as if he’d reached the limits of what her body could do. The experience of holding her legs back while he used her that way, penetrating her and opening her up, made her think about what Tammy said about her need to submit to him and give over control. Gina felt she understood now. She was entering uncharted waters with him, and she was nervous. A little scared even. His confidence and ability gave her great comfort and made her feel safe. It also excited her.

She needed that comfort now, as he stood and pulled down his pants and briefs. His enormous dick hung impossibly before him, it’s heavy weight cantilevered out into empty space, throbbing and bouncing lightly. The smooth head was shiny and smeared with a liquid that seeped from the hole at the tip. He positioned himself over her and pressed it against her pussy. She locked eyes with him as he entered her.

Immense pressure and discomfort as his thick shaft pushed forcefully against the walls of her vagina. He moved slowly, rocking gently back and forth, nudging deeper each time. Then he was churning inside of her, sliding in and out, generating a friction that ignited her pussy from the inside. He rose up and put her feet together. Holding them both with one strong hand, he pushed them all the way back until her knees touched the cushion. She was now trapped under his weight and completely in his control, her pussy an upturned hole for him to fuck.

And that’s just what he did. Vince fucked her hole. In fact, it was no longer her pussy but his. He’d taken it for himself and now did with it as he pleased. All she could do was lie there and make high pitched noises. Whines and cries and gasps. She was a passenger now.

What started slowly soon built to something much quicker and more forceful. Long, powerful strokes, his magnificent cock pistoning in and out of her tight, grippy pussy. No, her cunt. That’s what he called it. A cunt. Vince fucked her cunt with his enormous cock.

She was so caught up in the enormity of this unprecedented experience that she became aware of her impending climax only moments before it happened. Unlike when she rubbed her clit, this one had come on slowly, it’s expression less intense, but far more powerful. Like a surging tide compared to a crashing wave. It rushed over her like a tsunami, sweeping away all other thoughts.

“Now,” he said, but he hadn’t been talking to Gina. He was talking to his wife.

Vince pulled out of Gina’s gaping cunt, making a juicy, squelching noise in the process, just as Tammy appeared at his side with a black bottle in her hand. The lube from her basket. Tammy’s face and chest were flushed red, and she was breathing heavily. With shaky hands, she squirted the lube into her palm and then reached around Vince to jack him off. Then she felt Tammy’s long fingernail as she pushed lubricant into her butt.

He was going to fuck her in the ass. Gina trembled at the thought, and, for the first time, she felt fear. Would it hurt? Could she stop him from doing it? Did she want to? He gave her not time to dwell on it, for there was now pressure against her anus. His earlier efforts to stretch her asshole had not been in vain, though, for she began to open for him right away. She fell back on her training, relaxing her sphincter, pushing out. He moved with far more patience than he had when he fucked her cunt. Slow, gradual movements. As soon as his bulbous cockhead was inside, he fucked her with it, pushing in a little deeper each time.

“More,” he said, and pulled out again. Tammy added even more lube, then placed the end of the tube against her butthole and squeezed even more directly inside. Then he was back inside of her, and the friction had indeed lessened considerably. His cock slid far more easily, and the sensation of the head sliding past her anal opening was marvelous.

Deeper and deeper he went, until she felt his bristly pubic hair tickling her bottom. He was all the way inside her now. He’d taken another one of Gina’s holes for himself. Vince fucked her ass much more slowly than he’d fucked her cunt. Long, slow strokes. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her ass, and how different it felt from merely having the butt plug in there. It even felt different compared to the dildo. He stretched her more, and the depths he could reach were astonishing.

She opened her eyes, and through the nest of brown pubic hair covering her upturned cunt, watched his thumb manipulating her clit. The sensation was so unbelievably pleasurable that she rolled back her eyes.

“Oh god, oh my god,” she whined, followed by short gasping breaths and high-pitched cries.

Gina palmed her butt cheeks, just to give herself something to hold onto while Vince’s cock glided in and out of her ass, slowly, rhythmically. The juicy smack of lubricant mingled with his heavy breathing and deep grunts to produce a soundscape of pure eroticism. Sweat poured from his nose, chin, and hair, raining down on her pussy and thighs. The sensorial overload was more than she could handle. Her vocalization as she orgasmed sounded like a cry of pain. She hyperventilated, nearly sobbing because it felt so good.

Vince slid all the way inside of her ass and held himself against her as his cock surged. His mouth opened and his heavy brow knotted.

“Ah! Oh!”

He shuddered, and Gina realized he was cumming. He was cumming in her ass! They were cumming together, experiencing a simultaneous orgasm, and for some reason that made her emotional. Tears stung her eyes. She rubbed his torso, feeling his abdominal muscles flexing as he filled her ass with his cum. Remembering the geyser he’d shot yesterday, she imagined that must be what was happening now. Thick ropes of warm semen flooding her bowels.

He looked deep into her eyes, breathing heavily through an open mouth. Then he leaned down to kiss her. She moaned loudly into his mouth, and she knew in that moment that she never wanted to fuck anyone else but him.

Tammy had trouble keeping up with the household chores because of her frequent need to stop and masturbate. Even days later, the memory of Vince fucking Gina brought her to instant arousal, flooding her pussy with so much secretion that she finally stopped wearing panties because she was needing to change them so often. When the urge came on, she simply couldn’t wait. She had to stop whatever she was doing and lift her skirt or shove her hand down the front of her shorts and get herself off.

Sex with Vince had become an urgent need, but also a painful one. She found herself constantly clock-watching, counting down the hours until he came home from work so she could pounce on him and drag him upstairs like a mountain lion and devour him on their bed. She begged him to smash her cunt and asshole. To use and abuse her. Very quickly, however, she began to pay the price for her overzealous enthusiasm. Before long, her eagerness outpaced her stamina, and she was once again taken to the limits of what she could endure.

In the immediate aftermath of her deflowering, Gina’s relationship with her little sister changed. Gina was now a woman, while Reina was still a girl, and a gulf opened up between them that hadn’t existed before. This change in their relationship with each other had the consequence of altering Tammy’s relationship with each of them in turn.

Tammy became more sisterly with Gina. Even though Tammy still considered her a daughter, they spoke now as friends, bonded as they were over Gina’s experience with Vince. At the same time, Tammy’s relationship with Reina became far more motherly, and Tammy began to assume the protector role that Gina once held. This change suited Tammy just fine, for she absolutely adored Reina and couldn’t love her more, even if she were her biological daughter.

The night that Vince took Gina’s virginity, Tammy had masturbated on the couch next to Reina while she held the young girl under her arm. Even with her sister getting fucked on the sofa nearby, Reina had watched intently as Tammy fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit, and the feeling of Reina’s arms around her waist and her soft cheek pressed against the side of Tammy’s heaving breast, and the girl’s hot breath blowing over it, had heightened Tammy’s arousal to stratospheric heights.

Tammy had never been with another woman. She’d never been with anyone other than Vince. The notion had never even occurred to her before now. Before Gina and Reina, Vince and Tammy’s sexual relationship had been entirely exclusive. But much like the recent discovery of her latent exhibitionism and cuckqueanry, Tammy began to wonder what it would be like to make love to a woman.

The general idea of it was certainly intriguing enough on its own to get her wet. Even though she lusted after Vince’s hypermasculinity, Tammy still held a great appreciation for femininity and the female form. She’d checked out other women in the past, both friends and strangers. Not in a sexual way, but in an appraising and appreciative way. Especially if she felt self conscious about herself, or the woman was flirting with her husband.

This was all uncharted territory for Tammy, but her relationship with Vince had opened her up to a world of new sexual experiences in the past that she could never have imagined enjoying beforehand, so why should she limit herself now? Inviting the girls into their relationship had opened the door for Tammy to explore taking on another lover, just as it had for Vince.

After lunch, as Tammy sat watching television and playing a video game on her phone, Gina came to sit beside her on the sofa.

“Hi sweetie. Feeling any better?”

Her night with Vince had left Gina incredibly sore. She’d spent most of the next day in bed, and had been walking and sitting gingerly as recently as yesterday.

“Yeah,” she said. “Thanks.”

She appeared anxious and troubled by something. Tammy paused her show and set down her phone.

“What’s up, honey? Is everything okay?”

Gina looked at Tammy and flashed her a weak smile. “Yeah. I’ve just, you know, been thinking a lot recently.”

“About what?”

“You know, about sex and stuff.”

Tammy lifted her eyebrows and nodded. “Yeah, I can imagine you would be.”

“Yeah, totally.” Anxiety became nervousness. “Look, Tammy, this is really weird, and I don’t even know if I should be asking. Like, if it’s even appropriate.”

“Ask what, honey?” Though Tammy could guess.

“About, you know, having sex again.”

“With Vince?”

Gina’s face flushed. She nodded miserably, avoiding Tammy’s gaze. Tammy pressed her lips together in a strained smile and exhaled through her nostrils.

“You understand what that means, right?” she asked. Gina scrunched her brow and shook her head. “It can’t just be you and Vince alone.”

Gina deflated. “How come?” she asked so quietly that Tammy almost didn’t hear her.

“Hey, look at me, Gina,” Tammy said. “I know this hasn’t been easy for you, but all of this is new for us too. Vince has been my husband for twenty-eight years. We’re committed to each other, and we’ve never strayed from each other in all that time. Bringing you and Reina into our relationship hasn’t been the easiest thing in the world, even though we love you both so much. We’re still trying to figure it out, and, right now, the only way this works for both of us is if we’re both involved. I don’t think either of us is ready for the other to go off on their own yet with other people. Can you understand that?”

Gina sighed heavily and nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Tammy caressed her cheek. “I’m willing to share him with you, honey. I hope that’s enough.”

That night, Gina joined Vince and Tammy in their bed. While her husband fucked Gina to oblivion, Tammy masturbated herself with a variety of vibrators. The young girl’s stamina was impressive. She certainly benefited from not just her youth, but also her athleticism. Strong, powerful legs that could support her weight and not easily tire while she crouched and glided her pussy up and down Vince’s long pole.

She wasn’t able to take the full force of his lovemaking, though. Not yet, anyway. Vince needed to restrain himself with her, pushing her limits without overdoing it. The second time Gina cried out in pain, Tammy pressed pause.