Chapter 6

"Shhh, it's okay, calm down..." Both girls immediately began soothing Corey's anxiety with soft voices and gentle massaging caresses.

He relaxed, and rubbed his eyes, catching his breath while his heartbeat returned to normal.

"You're okay?" he asked, after a moment.

"Sure." Cindy re-assured him contentedly.

"Wow. That was scary." he stated quietly. "How long was I out?"

"Twenty seconds. Maybe thirty." Cindy told him calmly. "That's what you get for hyper-ventilating and then holding your breath, silly."

"I thought I was going to squash you. What happened?"

"No problem. Amanda was right on it. She had us flipped over before you were totally unconscious. Three seconds, max." Cindy told him.

He gathered them gently in his arms.

"Thank you. Thank you with all my heart." he told them sincerely. "For the lovemaking, and the help."

"You're welcome. That's what we're here for." Amanda re-assured him.

"And thank you." Cindy purred, snuggling even closer in his embrace.

Amanda kissed Corey long and softly, while Cindy basked in contentment, her loins still so full of his manhood and Amanda's fingers.

When Amanda pulled free from his kiss, Corey commented;

"Do I ever feel drained, like I've given all I had to give. I'm not going to able to get it up till tomorrow, maybe the next day. You girls are the best, the very finest. I hope it's always going to be this good between us."

"You haven't seen anything yet, lover." Cindy told him. "But for now, rest. We could all use some more sleep, and I'm going to love sleeping with you."

"Ya, rest sounds good." Corey nodded, stifling a yawn with a grin.

Cindy groaned as she slid herself off of his cock, and Amanda's fingers slid from her bum.

They gave each other a quick wash before cuddling together with a final kiss.

They slept for three hours. Amanda awoke first, and watched Cindy and Corey sleep for a few minutes, her smile one of contentment. Then Cindy woke, and shared her smile silently. Moving slowly to avoid waking Corey, Amanda hugged Cindy and they shared a sisterly kiss. Amanda pulled back and smiled again, then leaned in for a very un-sisterly kiss, their mouths open and their tongues tentatively caressing.

This was what Corey saw when he opened his eyes. He smiled at the sight, and after a moment Amanda broke the kiss enough to whisper, her lips brushing Cindy's as she spoke.

"I love you, Cindy. As my sister, my friend, my guardian. My guardian angel. And I love you as my lover. And I want to love you as your wife."

"I love you too, Amanda." was Cindy's whispered reply. She smiled and raised an eyebrow. "But my wife?"

"Two wedding dresses and a tux, remember?" Amanda said with a playful tickle at Cindy's ribs. "If we have a group marriage, I would be your wife, you would be my wife, we would both be his wives, and he would be our husband."

This gave Corey a little giggle. They smiled at him, and leaned over to share a three-way kiss.

Cindy pulled back first and spoke while the other two were still kissing. "You know, I never considered what I would want in a relationship with you and Amanda. I only let myself consider what I wanted with Corey if you two didn't make it. When you told me how it was going to be between you and Amanda, and asked me how I wanted it to be between us, I thought I'd have to reconsider. But now that I have, I find I still want the same things. I don't see any conflict with what you'll have with Amanda and what I want to have with you. I love Amanda, and I want to keep being her friend, her big sister, and her confidante. I hope the way we feel about each other right now doesn't change because we're both in a relationship with you, or because we'll share each other physically. With every passing moment I find that to be more important to me, and I can't shake this feeling that I've set this all up subconsciously, just so I could have free sexual access to my baby sister, and not even realized it. I don't think so, though."

"I love you, you naughty incestuous seductress you." Amanda told her with a giggle. "I'm yours any time you want me, at least any parts of me that Corey's not already occupied with."

"You know Amanda," Cindy said after a pause, "You're pretty nasty sometimes."

"Am I being too nasty, Cindy?" Amanda asked with an evil little chuckle. "Maybe I deserve for you to give me a good spanking. What do you think? Would you like to teach me a lesson? Hmm?"

Cindy paused again, and chose to ignore Amanda's teasing.

"What I want with you, Corey, is this: I want to love you completely, with all the affection and respect I can, and I want you to love me the same way. I want to have fun with you in lots of ways, skiing and surfing and whatever else seems like a good time at the time. I want to share long hours of interesting and stimulating conversation, and romantic encounters by firelight, starlight, sunlight, and candle light. If we don't work out I won't want a cent from you, and I'll put that in writing, but in the meantime I hope to earn your trust, not only for my honesty, but for the effectiveness of my business thinking. I'm very good at what I do, and I think my investigation of you is a good example of that. I hope you'll think of me as your equal, trust me with all your business knowledge and ask my advice on decisions. Eventually I'd like to be your lawyer. No, that doesn't quite say what I mean. There's an Italian expression, I think it's 'Councilliatore de la Familia'. It means 'Lawyer of the Family'. Like when a girl gets in trouble with the law, and she goes to her mother with it, and her mother says: 'I love you child, but why do you bring this problem to me? Go see your Uncle Franco; he's the lawyer of the family. He will help you with this and make it better.' That's what I want to be. The lawyer of the family. And I want us to be a family. If everything is going good in a couple of years, I want to have your baby, and bear you beautiful children. One of us girls will always be able to make love to you when the other is near term, so you won't have to deal with that frustration. On the other hand I think it would be so fun to be pregnant with Amanda, to both be having your baby at the same time. We'd make you the world's proudest poppa, and probably drive you crazy at the same time. It would be so beautiful. And yes, I need the security of a commitment. I can't enjoy your love if I can't be confident that I'm not going to lose it. It's important to me that you can stand up in front of those you respect and care for, and state proudly what we have together, and declare your love and commitment to me. As you say, a tux and two wedding dresses, or something like that. And of course, I want to be your lover. I don't have a burning desire to be your plaything, like little miss sex toy here..."

"That's me!" Amanda threw in.

"But I have a strong sexual appetite, and I enjoy almost every fantasy, as long as we know when a game is a game. I'll want to make love a lot, every day at least." Cindy continued, then suddenly stopped as Amanda's fingers on her clitoris distracted her from what she was saying.

"Don't you love his muscles, Cindy?" Amanda asked in a sudden change of subject. "So manly. I can't help but think of them as lumberjack muscles. Big, but natural looking. And I love that he has some chest hair but almost no belly hair. Have you ever been with anyone this big before, Cindy? I mean his body all over, not the size of his thing."

"Yes, I love his muscles, and no, I've never even hugged anyone as big as him before." Cindy giggled. "It does give you quite a feeling, doesn't it? His sheer size, I mean. His shoulders are so wide and muscular. He's so handsome and... big."

She and Amanda leaned down and shared another long, glorious three-way kiss with Corey.

"Yes." he told them with a smile when he finally broke the kiss.

Cindy's face blanked as her heart soared with hope, but Amanda didn't understand.

"Yes what?" she asked.

"Yes I'll marry you. Both of you." he told them with a grin. "Will you be my wife? Wives? Whatever?"

The girls looked at him, looked at each other, and to his surprise threw their arms around each other and began to cry with happiness. Then Amanda jumped to her feet on the bed and pulled Cindy to hers, and they held each other and jumped in a circle on the foot of the bed, laughing and crying at the same time while Amanda chanted:

"All our dreams have come true! All our dreams have come true!"

Corey pulled his feet up so they didn't get jumped on, and watched the two petite women cavorting naked on the bed with amusement, a huge silly grin on his face.

Finally Amanda stopped and held Cindy's hands.

"How 'bout it Cin'? Will you marry me?" she asked with a smile.

They hugged again, and Cindy answered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Yes I'll marry you. This is as crazy as life gets, but I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"So I take it that's a yes." Corey said with a laugh. Both girls rushed to hug him from either side.

"Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes!" they laughed as they showered his face with kisses.

"Yes, I'll marry you, and be your wife." Cindy said.

"And yes I'll marry you, and be your wife." Amanda said, and they shared another deep kiss.

"I wonder what my mom's going to say." Corey mused, and they shared a laugh. His cock was almost totally hard already, and Amanda began rubbing it with her open hand. Corey gently pushed her hand away.

"Sorry, but I have to check in with the outside world, and we're already way past check out time for this dressing room." he said. He leaned over to the phone, switched it to speakerphone, and dialed the code for the security office.

"Security." A man's voice answered.

"This is Corey Michaels. Is Markus Roberts there?"

"Just a minute." the voice answered, and a moment later Markus's voice.

"Yah Boss?"

"Any news of immediate importance?" Corey asked.

"No Boss."

"Have a limo ready in thirty minutes. You can give me a complete report then."

"Thirty minutes, check."

"Talk to you then." Corey said, and ended the call.

"Well, ladies, I suggest we go for some lunch and discuss what our next step is going to be. You'll need to grab your travel gear and mothball your lives here, we'll have to discuss travel arrangements, all of that.

"First though, last one in the shower has to scrub my back!"

There was a mad dash for the shower, both girls reaching it well before Corey, though the back scrubbing was a co-operative effort anyway.

They dressed quickly. Cindy hadn't brought make-up, and Amanda didn't need any. While they dried their hair Corey hurried through the suite, throwing clothes into duffel bags and items into suitcases.

When he'd finished filling the first bag and laid it on the bed to close it, Cindy said: "Leave it. Just pile your stuff on the bed."

Corey shrugged, and turned to gather the rest of his possessions.

Cindy finished her hair first, as the volume of Amanda's curls held a lot of water. Then she began folding Corey's clothes and organizing his possessions with quick and efficient motions before re-packing all the bags. Amanda joined her as Corey laid the last case on the bed.

"Thanks." Corey said. "I've always meant to start doing that."

"You sure travel with a lot of stuff." Amanda commented, surveying the pile of three duffel bags, a garment bag, two suitcases, a large briefcase and a portable stereo.

"And that's just my personal gear." Corey agreed. "My wardrobe girl has two closets worth of my stage clothes in flight cases. That all gets packed while the concert's still starting."

To the girl's surprise he hung all four of the bags over his shoulders by the straps, picked up the two suitcases in one hand and the briefcase and stereo in the other, and stood expectantly. He carried the huge pile of luggage effortlessly.

Cindy and Amanda smiled at each other.

"You've gotta love a big, strong man." Amanda said as Cindy gathered her toque, mitts and scarf under her arm.

"I never bring more than I can carry." Corey said with a grin. "We'd better get moving, girls. If the roads to Seattle get cleared in the next two hours I'll still be able to do the concert there tonight, and I'll really have to move fast. Can you get the door for me?"

He stopped as he was going out the door and looked back at the room; the rumpled bed, the empty containers and trays.

"I don't think we forgot anything." Cindy said as she and Amanda followed his gaze.

"This place will always be special to me." Corey said wistfully. "What you girls gave me last night... was so beautiful. It was a turning point in my life, and everything is new and different now. Yours too, I guess. I just wanted to make sure I remember it all, and what this room looks like."

There was a moment of silence as they looked into the room and shared these feelings, remembering, then Corey led the way out the door and down the hall, and Amanda shut the door behind them.

As they walked down the hall, Corey found his gaze drawn to Cindy's face. She noticed.

"What?" she asked with a smile after a few moments.

"Nothing. Just that you have a very powerful look without make-up. Very beautiful."

She blushed. Without make-up her eyelashes and eyebrows were white, her skin a very light pink, her lips only a little darker, contrasting with the bright blue of her eyes.

"Doesn't she look angelic?" Amanda commented. "Like a queen of the elves, eternally youthful yet timelessly wise in her maturity, ethereal and haunting in her beauty."

Cindy broke out laughing.

"Well, aren't we poetic today?" she laughed. "I'm going to feel especially regal getting into a limo in my parka and boots. At least you guys are dressed for the occasion."

Amanda wore her black skirt outfit from the night before. Corey wore white Nikes, black jeans, a light blue dress shirt and a white jacket.

"When we see what it's like outside, I'll bet we'll wish we had some snow boots too." Corey laughed.

Outside, the sun was shining, and the snow was a foot and a half deep where it hadn't been cleared.

Markus had been sitting in the front passenger seat talking to the limo driver, and he got out when he saw Corey and the girls emerge from the arena. He had the trunk open as they approached, and helped Corey load most of his gear. He slammed the trunk lid and held the side door open. Corey threw the rest of the gear in the limo and straightened to introduce the girls, who had waited beside the car.

"Ladies, allow me to formally introduce Markus Roberts, my bodyguard. Formerly Lieutenant Markus Roberts, U.S. Marines. He oversees security as it affects my personal protection, and scans my information for mail bombs and obsessive letters, that type of thing. He's sort of worked into being my personal assistant. He keeps me up on developments, and protects my private time from unwanted distraction. He has my complete confidence. Anything you need, he can get, discretely if necessary.

"Markus, it is my great pleasure to introduce my fiancé Amanda Thomas, and my fiancé Cindy Thomas. They'll be traveling with us from now on. They have my full authority, anything they want goes the same as if the order came from me, and I'll want you to include them in your security considerations. Their safety comes before mine, absolutely."

Amanda leaned past Markus's outstretched hand and stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss on the cheek. She stepped back and took his hand in both of hers.

"You saved Corey's life?" she asked seriously.

"Yes Ma'am." he replied with an easy smile.

"Was he hurt?"

"No Ma'am."

"Were you?"

"Yes Ma'am. Took a bit of knife wound, Ma'am."

She looked at him silently a moment, then smiled.

"Thanks." she told him. She released his hand and climbed into the limousine.

"Just part of the job, Ma'am." he told her.

Cindy shook his hand like a man would, surprising him with the confident strength of the gesture.

"Mr. Roberts." she said with a slight inclination of her head and a little smile. He returned these as he said:

"Ms. Thomas."

"I know you're loyal to Corey, Mr. Roberts, and extremely competent in the disciplines you've trained in." she said, "And I want you to know that I wouldn't risk offending you by bringing this up if the subject were not his security. But I did get two of us past you last night, Amanda with planning while the building was full of your personnel, and myself on the spur of the moment while it was empty. Granted you were onto me, but you must admit that if I'd had a gun and bad intentions you'd have been too late.

"Furthermore, you're not providing him or anyone close to him with any real form of informational security. I compiled enough of Corey's private information to undetectably destroy his life if I had been so inclined. I'll be of particular assistance in that area."

"What kind of private information are you referring to, Ms. Thomas?" he asked with an easy smile.

"Mr. Roberts, you are wearing Calvin Klein briefs, and you have a silver flask of tequila in your jacket's breast pocket with your bank cards' privacy number etched into the inside of the case. You prefer to receive oral sex only after coitus, and I have video footage of you performing sexual acts illegal in the state of Utah. I'll return it to you tomorrow."

Markus's eyebrows shot up. "Whoa. Ouch. That hurt." Markus said with a shake of his head. "Yes Ms. Thomas, I'm quite sure I'll be able to find time to discuss these matters with yourself and Mr. Michaels."

"Thank you, Mr. Roberts." Cindy told him with a smile, and ducked into the limo.

Corey and Markus stood and grinned at each other a moment.

"They're really something, aren't they, Markus?" Corey asked.

"Yes sir." Markus replied with a nod. He leaned on the open door a bit. "So let me get this straight, boss. These two broke into your dressing room last night, they both slept with you, and now you're gonna marry 'em both?"

"Damn right." Corey told him with a grin. "Wouldn't you?"

"I probably would." Markus admitted. "But isn't that illegal?"

"Love will find a way, Markus." Corey said as he turned to enter the car. "Love will find a way."

Markus closed the door and got back into the front seat. As the limo pulled away Corey activated the intercom. The window was up behind the driver, and Markus's voice came over the speaker.

"So boss, I take it that the news of your impending marriage won't be made public immediately?" he asked.

"That's right, Markus. For now, it doesn't go beyond us four. I'll put Amanda on the pay-roll as my personal physical trainer, and Cindy as..."

"Security Consultant?" Markus suggested.

"Security Consultant. Excellent." Corey said. "By the way, who's our driver today?"

"Guy from the limo service." Markus said. "Don't worry, I've got him listening to my Walkman. Real loud."

"Cool. So what's our situation?"

"The bad news is, right now Seattle's getting the storm that was here last night, so it's cancelled." Markus said. "The crew's heading north and then west through Canada, and Vancouver's still solid. The good news is the boxcar's finished. It can be here tomorrow."

"Excellent. Have them bring it up." Corey said with a huge grin.

"Where are we driving to, boss?"

"Where do you want to go for lunch, girls?" Corey asked.

"Our place." Cindy answered immediately. "Markus?"

"Yes Ma'am?"

"7258 Oakview."

"Yes Ma'am. Anything else, boss?"

"Yah. Have Gormann cancel my PR for Vancouver. That's all."

"Right, boss."

The indicator light on the intercom went out.

"Can I use your phone, Corey?" Cindy asked.

"Any time." Corey said as he took it from his jacket pocket.

Cindy dialed and listened, spoke when her call was answered, pausing between sentences to listen.

"Paglianni please. Thanks. Hey, Paglianni. I'm doin' great. Listen, I called because there's a couple of things I've gotta tell ya. One is that I won't be in tonight, because I quit. Yah. Just like that. Yah. The other is that you suck, 'cuz you're a low life piece of shit. Yah. You're fuckin' welcome."

Cindy handed the phone back with a huge self-satisfied grin.

"Christ, did that ever feel good!" she said, stretching luxuriously. "I'm finally free of that pig! Free of that fucking job! Free!" She lay back on Corey and Amanda's laps and kicked her feet in the air and giggled. Corey kissed her, happily teasing her for a moment before kissing her deeply, while Amanda's hands cupped and gently squeezed her breasts.

"I really love you both." Cindy said as Corey leaned back. "How about you Amanda? Are you gonna call up and quit your job?"

"I already did." Amanda said, looking wistful. "Quit, that is. I left a letter of resignation on Cathy's desk when I finished my shift last night."

"You were that sure you'd get me?" Corey asked with a grin.

"Of course." Amanda said teasingly, and she and Corey shared a kiss as well.

"Not really though." she said as the kiss ended. "I knew if you didn't accept me I'd have to find another job. I stole Stanley's key. Stanley the janitor. He's a friendly old guy, and he was always nice to me. Stealing the key was the only part of the whole plan that bothered me. He might get in trouble for losing the key, and I knew I could never look him in the eye with a straight face ever again. So I had to quit."

"Isn't she sweet?" Cindy asked as she caressed Amanda's face.

"She sure is." Corey said, running his fingers through Amanda's luxuriant curls. "And she's really given no thought to the power at her disposal. You still have the key, Amanda?"

"Yes Corey."

"Give it to me. I'll send it back with Markus when we get to your place. If your friend Stanley is in any trouble, we'll get him out of it. Believe me, if I say that a janitor at an arena where I play shouldn't be in trouble, he won't be. I can make sure he gets a raise, if you want."

Amanda looked up at him in surprise, and for the first time she did realize the power he could apply on her behalf.

"Oh Corey, you're so beautiful, you'd do that for me?" she said as she buried her face in his chest.

"Any time, Amanda. I'm happy to do it, and besides, it won't cost me anything, and it'll give Markus something to do for a while besides casing your place for prowlers and waiting in the limo.

"Now, my schedule's clear until my Vancouver gig, day after tomorrow. Today we should get you packed, prepare your house for vacancy, and call a real estate management company to keep an eye on it and keep it maintained while you're gone. That'll be at least two months, till I'm done with the North American leg of this tour. Then we'll have a month off before we start in Europe. I've never been outside the States and Canada before, and I'm looking forward to it.

"Tomorrow morning we'll go see our new home. Then we'll go shopping for furnishings and stuff, and hopefully it'll all be ready to go by about five on Saturday."

"Our new home?" Cindy asked.

"I'll show you some pictures of it when we get to your place." Corey told them with a grin.

The three snuggled and rode in silence until they reached the girls' house, each comfortable with their thoughts.

Cindy and Amanda lived in a fairly old middle class neighborhood on a street whose tall hardwood trees shaded the street in summer. Their house was built in the thirties but was very well maintained, a two bedroom with the loft converted into a third.

Corey stepped out of the limo and remarked: "This sure reminds me of my mom's house. 'Course she doesn't see much snow."

The girls hopped out behind him as Markus was unlocking the trunk.

"See ya later, Markus!" Amanda called with a wave as she headed up the walk.

"Later, Miss Amanda." Markus called.

"Mr. Roberts." Cindy said crisply, with a smile and a nod.

"Ma'am!" He replied with a grin.

"So, whatcha think of them?" Corey asked as he grabbed luggage from the trunk and watched the girls let themselves into the house.

"Miss Amanda's so cute she makes you wish she was your kid sister." Markus mused. "Ms. Cindy's good officer material. Hell, I almost saluted her a minute ago! And they are both definitely babes, of the highest order."

"That about says it all." Corey admitted with a grin. "Here, this key's for the dressing room back at the arena..."

Amanda had left the door ajar for him, and Corey pushed it open with his foot, closed it the same way, kicked off his shoes, and dumped his luggage by the couch.

"We're getting changed! We'll be with you in a minute!" Amanda called down the stairs.

Corey wandered around the living room, taking it in. There were two tasteful landscape paintings in oil, many framed family pictures, some thriving house-plants, and small collections of porcelain figurines. The furniture was an eclectic mis-match of well worn but well cared for pieces that somehow went together. Cindy's framed birth certificate hung above Amanda's on the wall. It had the feeling of home that a house only gets when the same family has lived there for many years. It gave him a momentary sad feeling to think of it unoccupied, probably for the first time in decades. Again he had a flash of deja vu, it so reminded him of his mother's house.

He browsed through the CD and cassette collections, the videotape collection, the book collection.

He took out his cell phone, speed-dialed, spoke quietly. "Markus? Man, do I ever have a challenge for us this time..."

He was just finishing the call when the girls came downstairs. "Thanks Markus. Later.

"Well girls, let me guess. The comfiest clothes you own?"

"You bet." Cindy told him as she and Amanda curled up on the couch on either side of him. Cindy wore a pair of blue jeans that had faded to almost white, were patched in a couple of places, and fit like paint, with a white T-shirt. Both the shirt and it's pink teddy bear decal were worn almost to transparency.

Amanda wore a red half tee shirt so tiny it barely covered the bottoms of her breasts, and knee length black sweats so tight the outline of her pubes was easily visible. Both girls wore white knee sox.

"We had a hard time deciding, but we thought we wanted you to see us the way we usually look at home." Amanda told him.

"You both look delicious." he assured them. "And speaking of delicious, what's for lunch? Or is it dinner, seeing as how it's past four?"

"It's lunch, seeing as how we've only had breakfast." Cindy told him with a laugh. "How 'bout you tell us about our new home that you've hinted about, while we cook something up?"

"Sounds good." Corey opened his briefcase and began rummaging through it while the girls headed for the kitchen.

"Coffee?" Amanda called as he snapped the case shut.

"Sounds good." he answered, and took a seat at the kitchen table.

"These are from the last progress report." He told them as he opened a folder. "This project's been on-going for three months, and that's paying extra for hurry-up time. Check this out."

They each leaned on one of his shoulders to inspect the eight by ten photo he was holding.

"I had planned for this to be my new home." Corey said proudly. "Now, it will be our new home."

They gazed at the picture a moment.

"We're going to live in an airplane." Cindy stated in amazement. "I knew you were making payments to an aircraft company, but it just looked like another investment for your portfolio."

"Mm hm." Corey agreed.

"Why's it so... thick looking?" Amanda asked.

"Cuz it's a cargo plane. Or it was. It has a ramp in the back so you can drive vehicles into it, so the landing gear has to be short. Because it's so low to the ground, the wing is on top so there's propeller clearance."

The photo showed the gleaming white plane in sunlight on tarmac in front of a hangar. It had four engines mounted in pods, two on each wing.

"How big is it?" Cindy asked. "There's nothing in the picture to give it perspective."

"Have you taken any airline flights?" Corey asked.

"Sure. We flew to Phoenix to visit our aunt and uncle. I was eleven, Amanda was seven." Cindy explained.

"Do you remember what kind of plane it was?" he asked.

"I think it was a Boeing, wasn't it?" Cindy said, looking to Amanda, who shrugged.

"I don't know." she said.

"Six seats wide, three on each side of a center aisle, about thirty five rows long? One big jet engine on each wing?" Corey prompted.

"That's it." Amanda stated, and Cindy nodded.

"Boeing 737." Corey said with a nod. "This is about ten feet shorter than that, and about four feet wider. Here, here's one with me beside it with my Hemi 'Cuda. And this one's taken inside, from the cockpit doorway looking back, with the 'Cuda inside the plane and the ramp down. Before they built the interior.