Chapter 15

The car behind them tapped their horn as Lisa looked at her brother. It wasn’t quite enough to snap her out of her thoughts.

“Lisa. The light,” Naomi said as she shook her sister’s shoulder.

Lisa cleared her throat as she returned her attention to the road. Michael sat in the passenger seat dumbfounded, much like he was when she first came up to him almost a week ago.

“Do you need me to do it now?” Michael asked. The logistics and the concern of doing so while Lisa was driving overwhelmed him.

“I don’t know. I don’t know,” Lisa repeated. “Something about the lesson. I don’t know if it was me trying to learn everything about your body...”

“Wait, my body?!” Michael asked.

“Yes! Because, you see...” Lisa trailed off, wanting to put to words her feelings. “I can see my body. I want to know yours. Because the things we’ve been doing have made me feel good. And a part of me, I don’t know what to call it. Wants to know more about your body. Like, I want it to feel good for you, too.”

Michael blushed slightly as Lisa got to the next light. “Do you ever feel this way, Michael? Like there’s something inside of you, deep inside, that just wants to explode? When you touch your skin, stars just shoot everywhere?”

Naomi remembered the conversation she had with Lisa about this very topic and didn’t think to ask her brother the same question.

Michael thought about it while Lisa paid better attention to the traffic. “I don’t know. Maybe because we’re different down there, it feels different to you and Naomi than it does for me.”

Naomi pulled herself between the front seats. “It’s like there’s an emptiness. Not like hunger.”

“Yeah, it’s more intense,” Lisa interrupted. “Like a want.”

“Need.” The word caught Lisa off-guard.

Michael took a few moments to think about it. “I guess, sometimes my willy gets kind of tingly and hard. But dad said to never touch it. But I remember when you were exploring my willy under the covers. When you touched it, I felt this urge. It was like an itch that couldn’t be scratched.”

Lisa blushed as the memory came back to her, Naomi giving her sister a sly smile. “You didn’t tell me any of this!”

Michael continued, “And then when my willy was rubbing your flowers. Like, when I was in between. What was it called.” He tried to remember the name the video used.

“The labia?” chimed Naomi.

“Yeah I think so. I remember it felt like I had to pee really bad, but something inside me said I had to keep going. And it felt really good.”

The revelation made the three of them blush a crimson red. In that moment, it made Lisa and Naomi squeeze their flower as they remembered that moment with Michael. In their minds, remembering Michael’s willy inside of them, thrusting into them, filling them with his warmth.

“Now I want to be touched too,” Naomi said in exasperation.

Lisa finished the route, turning off the car in the driveway of their house. She wasn’t satisfied with Michael’s answer. “Michael. Naomi and I both told you that we have this feeling. But it sounds like you’re saying you have this feeling after us. Like, we have to start it. Do you ever have the feeling on your own? Do you ever have that itchiness without us?”

There was an earnestness to Lisa’s question. In the back of her mind, she wanted to know if she could help Michael, like he had helped him or if his feelings were in response to her feelings. The latter seemed disappointing to her.

Michael blushed as he thought about the question. “There have been times where I’ll be walking around the house and I see you wearing something and it makes my willy jump. Sometimes hard. But I haven’t really figured out a pattern. Sometimes I will be thinking about a pretty girl and it will do the same thing.”

Lisa’s feelings were slightly hurt by that statement. Michael quickly corrected. “You are pretty, Lisa! And you too, Naomi! But I haven’t quite figured it out yet.”

That made Lisa feel a bit better. Naomi unbuckled her seat belt and scooted toward the edge of the seat. “Michael, I think what Lisa is saying is that we want to help you as much as you have helped her. I told Lisa that I get the same feeling she does too, but for me it only lasts an hour or so but right now it’s really intense. I can feel the hunger like Lisa told me and my flower feels like it’s on fire.”

Lisa stifled a giggle. “Naomi’s right. It can’t just be us coming to you. We want you to come to us.”

Michael smiled as he began to understand what his sisters were asking for. “But there’s one of me. There are two of you. I don’t want you to be mad at each other.”

Lisa turned her head toward Naomi, getting uncomfortable with the angle. “Can we go inside, please? I want to be able to see both of you.”

The three of them exited the car and made their way inside. Without even agreeing to it, the three of them made their way to Michael’s room and sat on the floor, with Lisa and Naomi sitting against the bed and Michael against his dresser.

Naomi pressed her dress to the side before looking at Lisa. “I don’t want you to feel left out again. You’re my sister and having you be angry at me, at Michael ... It’s not love.”

Lisa nodded. “I know. It’s almost like we need to take turns or something.”

Michael shook his head. “No, I don’t think that’s right.” His two sisters turned toward him, hoping he would lead them to the right decision.

“It sounds like sometimes Lisa’s ‘hunger’, if we want to call it that, is more intense. Or maybe I see something Naomi is doing and that makes me feel that itch. What’s clear to me is that our bodies are doing something that we might not be able to predict or control. If we do turns, we might get it wrong.”

The two sisters nodded with him, feeling a sense of calm and serenity as he did the biblical thing and led them. They both smiled as they realized Michael was doing this naturally, as if God was speaking through him.

“I think what we need to agree on is that we’re going to be there for each other and understand that we’re all here to help. We’re not leaving each other out. We’re letting each other in. We need to keep jealousy out and look beyond it. ‘For wherever there is jealousy, there you will find strife’.”

Michael’s heart started to become filled with the Holy Spirit. It felt like the words were flowing out of his mouth as fast as his mind was coming up with them. “I don’t want to feel like I am choosing one sister over another. And I don’t want either of you to be mad because I did one thing with one sister and not the other. As embarrassed as I was when you two talked about how things went, I felt like that was our future.”

Lisa and Naomi looked at each other, remembering how they barely ate their breakfast as they compared notes on how Michael felt inside of them.

Lisa waited for Michael to be done. She smiled at him and her sister. “I really did enjoy that. And I felt like we were learning from each other and not taking away from each other.”

Naomi swept a tear from her eyes as she nodded and hugged her sister. “Me too.”

Michael smiled as he approached their hug. “Look, I know it’s not going to be perfect and I’m sure we’ll have Satan trying to convince us that this is wrong or that we’re trying to push out the other person. But let’s believe the best about each other. That God will direct us, to each other, to whomever. If it’s the three of us together, great.”

Lisa let go of her sister. “What should we do if one of us gets jealous?” Between the two of them, Lisa knew it would likely be her. Naomi reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“We’ll forgive each other, like last time. And we’ll gossip. Like last time.”

Lisa giggled as a soft tear rolled down her cheek. “Okay. I love you Naomi. And you, Michael!”

“Of course! Michael, your words felt inspired,” Naomi said as he drew closer to them.

“I’m starting to feel the itch,” Michael said to the two of them. The two sisters shared a smile before Lisa pulled away from her sister, making a space between them. His cheeks went flushed as he lifted himself off and sat between his sisters.

“What would help?” Naomi asked as she shifted her body toward him. She took a breath, feeling a warmth spread throughout her body. “Maybe we can do it like we did a couple of days ago.”

Michael nodded, unbuckling his pants. As he lifted his hips to remove them, both Lisa and Naomi saw how his willy was pushing against his underwear.

“That looks really uncomfortable!” Lisa said out loud. Kicking his pants toward the dresser, his thumbs hooked around the waistband of his underwear. Lisa put her hand on her brother’s hand and looked into her brother’s eyes. “Wait.”

Michael paused, feeling Lisa’s hand on his. There was a connection between them. He could almost hear her thoughts. Knowing what she wanted, he pulled his thumbs away and allowed his sister to slide her fingers around the band. She tugged them, freeing his hardened willy. He lifted his hips again to allow the fabric of his briefs to slide down his backside. When they got to his ankles, he used his feet to kick them off.