Chapter 4

Maria had to translate some of her yelling for me. “Nyet”, I understood. I’d never heard Russian words spoken with so much venom before. Maria held her from behind and pushed her up against me so we could both hold and soothe her. She finally woke and looked around, started crying, and as we held her, she apologized. She thought her commander was raping her. She didn’t let it happen before, the first time, and she wasn’t about to let it happen in her dream, the second time. Her dream was just a continuation of the reason she turned on them.

They sent a car for us, picking us up for the ride to the airport, and when we arrived at the plane, there were four of them, Casper, Roger, and two women. One was a young redhead and the other a fortyish white haired or platinum blonde lady. Both small, by my standards, petite, by most other people’s terminology. They were smiling and seemed friendly, relieving my initial fears right off the bat.

After introductions, we filled the baggage hold with their bags and gear and boarded, me last after the preflight, and shaking hands with the agents. I asked if they minded if I went and settled with Signature, but they let me know they’d handled it and not to worry. The fuel, the hangar, auxiliary power, all of it had been taken care of. The least they could do, they said for taking their interrogators and putting them up during the debriefing. A Signature representative was even there with a basket of snacks and bottled water for the flight.

“Mr. Danner, thank you for this. It’s a bit out of the ordinary, but if it works, it will benefit all of us. Tremendously. Please have Malena set up a bank account with the new ID the ladies are going to give her and let me know when it’s ready to use,” he handed me a card and a little box, “so I can send her some money. The head shed is pretty adamant about that. They want her to know she’s appreciated. The way it happened was reprehensible. She deserves much, much better. There’s a little flip phone in there for you to use to call Roger or me. You can text on it, too, but it’s a pain in the ass with the numeric keypad. I hate them, personally.” He shook his head.

“Yeah, I remember the olden days myself.” I smiled, we all shook hands, and I let them know, “We’ll be in touch, I’m sure. Thanks, guys.” I did my walkaround, boarded, shut the door, the tender tractor lifted my front end and put us on the tarmac in front of the hangar. Once I got the engines started and gave the ground folks a thumbs up, I was given a salute, which I returned, naturally, and was waved on with the batons.

Malena was astounded by the ‘farm’. I explained that it was actually a ranch, since the only thing I grew, or farmed, other than cattle, was a small garden of tomatoes and corn, sometimes some green beans if I was in the mood when I planted the garden. She assured me that if I allowed her to stay, we would have much more than that.

I showed the guests to their rooms. One had a queen bed and the other a set of oversized bunkbeds. I let them decide which was which. The younger one took the queen and the elder put her bags on the bottom twin. There was a bathroom in between. The big silver box was placed in the room with the younger woman and kept locked unless one of them was in the room with it talking with Malena.

Maria told us, Malena and me, a couple of days after our arrival back home that the bags had never come off the lower bunk, and the upper bunk was never used. She noticed that while taking the ladies clean towels and such. Good for them. They were always smiling. They had genuine, heartfelt smiles, around each other and around us.

It was five days later that a helicopter came to take Elma and Willow, Elma the young little redhead and Willow, the older woman, away. They told us they had a company plane waiting for them downtown and hoped with all candor that they’d be welcome to return if they could finagle it or needed to. I assured them they were always welcome and were excellent company. Malena had identification now as Marlene Danner, my niece from Seattle. They had cut her hair and colored it a light brown with a red tint in it. I liked it better than her blonde hair, but that’s just me. I’m a nut for redheads. The first thing that attracted me to my Maria was her eyes, but they were framed by her beautiful hair. The way she looked in skirts and heels clinched it AFTER her personality shone as an angelic, considerate wonder. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.

Malena explained what she thought she saw. “They are so much in love, it’s not funny. They never said that, but Elma loves Willow, and Willow is so dedicated to pleasing Elma, you’d think she was an indentured servant or something. Elma pulled Willow out of a really bad situation in Belgrade a long time ago. Well, not that long. Elma is not exactly very old. But that’s how it all began. Cute story. They didn’t get into details, but they let me know what was up and talked about it a little. That was just after I went back to talk to them and found Elma holding Willow and patting her on the back. I’m sure there is more to their story. They are very pretty together, I think. You can see they care for each other very much.”

One night during dinner, her little phone rang, and when she answered it, she was told that the caller was sorry to pass on that Malena was dead. She had died in a fire in St. Petersburg. It was a terrible situation. There was a man involved, they don’t yet know who it was, but they had both perished. The caller sent their condolences and asked that we pass on to Maria that personal belongings would be available at the Navy installation there, should we choose to pick them up.

Malena closed the phone, looked at her sister and simply said, “Cry, Maria. Cry for me, little sister, as I was just told I am dead.” She smiled then went on to explain the call. The CIA had evidently staged her death, and by the sounds of things, took care of someone that was looking for her at the same time. I wasn’t going to ask.

“There is nothing there worth going to pick up, Rob. Maria, I replaced all of my pictures with copies from a printer and had the good ones in the bag I brought. The frames were cheap plastic. I didn’t need them. I really had nothing but clothes, uniforms mostly. I had a pair of shoes I liked, black high heels that were very comfortable, and one dress and a one-piece sateen jumper I liked to go to parties in, but that did not happen often. Rob, if I can clean the stall for your horse, maybe you can buy me a new dress and take my sister and I out for a party of our own?”

“Malena, I mean Marlene, my dear niece, you don’t have to do anything work related in order for you to get a nice new dress and some shoes. Maria, can you help her with that? Stage maybe? Penney’s? DSW? Shoe Sensation? Whatever you think is best. Why don’t you all go tomorrow, just make a day of it, shopping and lunch, and surprise me. It’ll be Friday, and I have some work I need to get done, but you girls go and have fun.”

Their grins said it all.

“Rob, my love, she needs some riding clothes, too. Would that be OK?”

“Of course. Do what you think is needed, or better yet, wanted. Go with wanted and have a ball. Malena, I want you happy and comfortable here. When you all get back, I want a fashion show, and Saturday I want to ride out to the creek, the three of us with a snack, and relax in the grass there. Remember that place, Maria.”

She nodded. “Malena, you’ll love it. Come, I want to introduce you to Red and Lily. Rob, we’ll be back in a bit. I love you.”

“Maria, if anyone is down there working see if Opal is around. If not, have them find her. She’ll be good for Malena to ride Saturday.” She acknowledged that, kissed me, and they left for the corrals.

Opal was about six years old and gentle as can be. She loved being out riding with us, so much so that we often used her as a pack horse, just so she could go with us. I think she and Lily had always been friendly, and she didn’t have a problem with Red, for the most part. I don’t think she thought of him romantically and kept her distance when she was in heat. She was white with a touch of light gray in areas of her hind quarters, reminding me of a white opal stone and the way they change in the light.

Friday at the office, a lot got accomplished. Maybe it was because I was looking forward to that evening and the thought of a show being put on by a couple of lovelies, one of which I loved and loved me, and the other I adored and wanted happy. Yes, I was looking forward to it.

With good reason, I found. Starting with riding clothes, boots, jeans, flannel shirts, and the like, and ending with a dinner gown, slit up the side and showing glimpses of stocking tops, I enjoyed the show they gave. It included both models, as Maria also showed off a new outfit, then after Malena modeled the dress for our outing Saturday night, Maria came back out wearing the lingerie she intended to wear under hers. Not to be outdone, Malena did the same. The two of them, in heels, stockings, garter belts, thong panties and balconette bras. Got to me a bit. I told them how beautiful they were, told them I’d love pictures if they’d allow it, and excused myself.

Maria thought I was upset, making Malena think I was upset, so when I came back, after adjusting myself, then both confronted me, apologizing profusely, especially Malena who had thrown on a wrap and was beside herself that she found herself that bold in front of her sister’s husband.

I sat them both down on the couch and pulled the hassock over to sit on while I talked to them.

“Malena. What in the world makes you think I’m upset?”

She shrugged. “You looked red and left quickly.”

“Sweetie, do you not think I might have been embarrassed by my reaction to two absolutely stunning beauties showing me their sweet nothings? Malena, honey, I got aroused and had to adjust my pants a bit. It was uncomfortable.”

She smiled. “So, you aren’t angry with me for being so fresh? So forward?”

“Not at all. Concerned and wanting to know if you are OK, but not angry in any way.” I looked at Maria. “What do you think of all this?”

“My sister wants to make you happy. If seeing her in her undies makes you happy, and it looks like it might, she wants to do that. She wanted to surprise you, then ask for a favor from you. I told her I was happy for her to do it. Please, remember, during this conversation tonight, that Malena and I have been close. Very close, before, and for a very long time.”

“Oh,” was about all I could come up with, remembering what she told me about their relationship after the girls’ parents perished in the bombing. “Malena, Maria, how long were you two lovers?”

They looked at each other, then me. Malena said, “Not were, Rob. It is not as often, but we still are. It has been a while, almost year or so. No, more than that, I think, but I am not sad or ashamed to admit that I love my sister and enjoy that part of our lives. We have not been together since you have asked her out, of course, but during a holiday, or a visit, when we could arrange it, we continued to enjoy our love for each other.”

Maria was watching me, waiting for a response. I smiled at her, caught the falling tear with my finger and touched it to my tongue. “Does Anastasia know of this relationship, Maria? You and she were close.”

Maria looked at Malena, Malena nodded. “Yes, Rob. Malena has been with both of us. Together. At the same time.”

“OK, I guess my next question is, Maria, where do I fit in?”

“On the top, Rob. I love you. I am in love with you. You are my everything. Please, believe that, as it is the truth. That is what Malena wants to talk to you about, though.”

“Malena?”

“Rob, please understand that I know my sister. She is so much in love with you. We talk and she has told me how it is to be around you. With you. What it’s like to be cared for and watched out for by you.” I must have cocked an eyebrow and glanced at Maria, then back. “No, she does not tell me of your time in bed, but of your time out of bed. She does not love you just in the bed, Rob. She loves all of you, all of the time. Here comes the hard part. Rob, I want to know if you will let me feel that from you as well. Rob, I am falling in love with you, too, and she wants me to ask you if you can love us both. If it is possible for one man to love two women that are both in love with him and share a love between each other.”

“Wow. Damn. Wow.”

Maria asked me, “Rob, are you OK?”

“I think so. I hope so. How does this work?”

Malena spoke. “We don’t know. We were hoping you would know what to do now.”

“This is going to sound cheesy.” They looked in question. “Cheap, gauche, tacky...” Then nodded when they understood and told me to continue. “I’d like to take some pictures of you; both of you, together in your lingerie while I think about it.”

They both cracked up laughing. Malena spoke for both of them, as they smiled and nodded. “Da, Rob. Da, of course.” She took the wrap off, laid on the back of the recliner next to the sofa, then stood by the wall and started. About ten pictures later, the last with them snuggling on the couch, I asked them what was for dinner.

“We would say us, but we made a chicken thing that is ready and in the oven.”

“Maybe ‘us’ for dessert,” I asked.

Two more nods and two more smiles.

“Thank you, Rob, for giving her this chance. She started falling in St. Petersburg and she has not hit the bottom yet.”

“Yes, Rob. Thank you. You will never be sorry for letting us try together, and you will never be sorry, even if you decide you and I cannot be together with Maria. I will not let that happen. Maria and I have talked, and I want to be your concubine as she will be your wife. I will make it work if you will allow it.”

I nodded, smiled, put my fingers under her chin and kissed her. Really kissed her. Maria giggled. She was next while Malena giggled at us kissing. And that is how a threesome gets started.

They put the clothes away, wore robes to dinner over their lingerie sets, and we enjoyed Malena’s favorite chicken recipe.

We watched a movie, snuggled up in bed together, with me playing Russians and Romans, rushin’ hands and roamin’ fingers, getting smiles and enticing sounds from them both. When the movie was over, Maria made it a point to play the vixen, arouse me, as well, with Malena watching and touching us on the periphery, then mounted me, filling herself with my erection and had her sister hold her hand while we made love. Malena had a free hand and used it to tease me, mainly, but also to tease her sister. At one point, while my eyes were closed, the feeling becoming so intense as to cause me to squint, my facial muscles contracting, I heard a deep groan, opened my eyes and witnessed Malena sucking on Maria’s nipple, nipping at it with her lips and softly biting, making love to her sister’s breast.

I exploded. It was one of the most erotic scenes I’ve ever witnessed. As my abdominal muscles tightened, drawing me up, I pulled them both to me, kissing back and forth, then felt Malena’s finger next to my member, playing with her sister’s clitoris. Maria followed me to climax before my pulsing had finished. Malena got behind her sister, held her tightly and straddling my thigh, rubbed her vulva against it, clitoris first, I imagine until she reached her peak as well. I could feel the wetness run down the sides of my leg. I was still inside Maria, not completely deflating, and felt her come on me again.

Malena was probably right. This was not going to make me unhappy. Not if the personal and emotional relationship of the threesome was nearly as compatible as the physical. I’m not a cynic, but time would tell, and I knew I would do nothing to cause it to fail, and everything I could to help it mature and prosper.

The girls fell on me, then rolled off a bit to snuggle, one on each side. We shared kisses, I told my fiancée I loved her, thanked her sister and told her I thought loving her would be easy, then we listened to each other breathe and fell asleep.

I did, anyway. I found out the next morning when they brought my coffee that they were awake for a while talking about me. I was assured it was first and foremost, all positive and loving, and second, none of my business, then they laughed, jumped into bed and I was hugged, kissed, and patted lovingly by two beautiful girls. A striking redhead and beautiful bobbed brunette. Hmmmmm.

After breakfast, a light one of oatmeal and toast, since I was having some muscular issues in my recently overused abdomen, we threw a snack together in a backpack then went down and saddled the horses. That was fun. I was under the impression that overworked muscles generally take a day or two to start bothering a person, but last night was an extreme workout for me, and I was already feeling it. For every ache, there was a corresponding smile. Maria noticed first.

“Rob, what is it? You look to struggle, then smile. Are you doing good?”

Malena questioned me next. “Is there a problem, Maria? Is Rob OK?”

“I do not know yet, Malena. Something maybe is bothering him. Rob?”

“Ladies, I’m fine. I’ll prove it later tonight, I hope. Our activities last night might have overworked a couple of muscles in my belly, and they just need some tender loving care. When I move, it hurts just a bit. When I hurt, I remember last night and the two beautiful women making love to me and I smile. I’m fine.”

Malena giggled. “I am happy that you’re OK, since you say you are OK.”

Maria smiled. “Let’s go. I will rub your tummy while we lie in the grass at the river.” They both laughed.

Red was in true form that day. He wanted to run a little, so I showed the girls how to keep the mares from trying to keep up and let him take off. We ran circles around them, which was fine because that was his goal in the first place. He just wanted to show Lily and Opal what a cool guy he was. He was a damned show off. That’s what he was. He made a couple laps then we caught up to the girls and he settled down for the rest of the trip to the creek.

Malena was impressed. Maria explained. “He is a teenage boy showing off to his girlfriends, Malena. He is not the handsome prince you think he is. He’s a bad boy.” She laughed. “Is that not right, Red? Are you a bad boy?” She reached over and patted his neck on his mane. He shook his head and whinnied for her. “Yes, you are!”

Malena joined her, laughing, understanding more then. “I understand. He is a boy and wants to be a man like his daddy. Is that so, Rob? While we are joking and laughing about men and boys, Rob, thank you so much for bringing me to your home and letting me love you. You will never be sorry.” She prompted Opal into a trot, Lily following her, then Red caught up and slowed them, taking them to the glade by the creek.

Once the horses were secure and the blanket was down, Malena pushed me down and told me to relax. She straddled my thighs while my Maria sat with her legs on either side of my head. They both spent the next ten minutes with their fingers and palms gently massaging my upper and lower stomach muscles.