Chapter 10

"Okay dear, go ahead and ease it in."

I watched Felicia's face in the mirror as Patricia instructed her. The long plastic phallus didn't feel nearly as good inside me as Patricia's real one had only moments ago, but the look on the teenager's face was priceless. She watched raptly as the dildo strapped to her loins penetrated deep into my body, hardly daring to breathe.

"Ohmigod!" Dolores' young daughter almost whispered as the straps holding the plastic were pressed into my buttocks, "I'm totally FUCKING a man! Uncle Gary, Auntie Patricia, this is so awesome!"

She pulled partway out then pushed tentatively back in, studying the grip of my anus around the plastic shaft as she did. When I pushed back to meet her, Felicia grew bolder. She grabbed my hips and started pumping, the smaller shaft on the inside of the harness doing nice things for her as she screwed me.

"You know what he likes, Felicia?" Patricia whispered in her ear, "He likes feeling your tits on his back while you fuck him! Yes, that's right dear! Now, reach around and grab his cock... Good! You've still got lubricant on your hand, so just stroke him a little as you fuck him... There, you're getting the hang of it! Now, baby, fuck his brains out!"

Felicia did her damnedest! Her slender, petite figure could not muster the force that Patricia's taller frame could generate, but the sight of that tiny sprite slamming away at my fundament was almost enough to set me off, by itself!

Patricia decided that now that Felicia was preoccupied with slipping the sausage to me, it might be a good time to start preparing her for the next phase. She took a small, slender vibrator and lubricated it thoroughly. Placing the very tip of the vibe in the center of Felicia's tiny catholic butthole, she just held it there.

The teenager cringed away at first, probably because of the cold lube, but Patricia followed, not pushing inward, merely holding the tip in place. Eventually, Felicia drew back for another thrust into me, and as she did, an inch or so of the vibrator slipped into her. She gave a little squeal, but kept fucking.

Patricia continued keeping a steady pressure on the vibrator, and on each outstroke it sank a little deeper into our tiny student. When only the knurled base of the vibe protruded, my lovely wife deftly twisted the control ring, sending vibrations deep into Felicia's little body.

Felicia shrieked as she felt the vibrations and began jerking spasmodically at the end of the plastic prod! The effect on me was delicious, if somewhat strange, and as Felicia's grip tightened on my rod, I let go all over the sheets!

Felicia wasn't far behind! Crying out her lust, she collapsed on my back, her little butt still twitching and jerking on the end of the dildo!

Patricia shut off the vibrator, but left it embedded in the girl's ass. I was just working up the nerve to disengage from her strap-on when the intercom beeped.

"Yes, Edgar?" Patricia said, after rising to thumb the button.

"Miss Carmen, has arrived, Madam." The butler announced formally.

"Very well Edgar." My wife replied, "Please tell her we will be down in a few minutes, and be sure she has refreshments. Does she have luggage?"

"Yes, madam." Edgar said, "I've taken the liberty of having her bags placed in her old room, Madam, and Gwen is seeing to her needs. She awaits you in the sitting room."

"Hmmm." Patricia said, "Edgar, please extend my apologies to my sister and ask if she'd like to wait in the library, instead. That was always her favorite room."

"Of course, Madam!" Edgar said, "I should have thought of that!"

"Oh, and Edgar..." the lovely blonde said.

"Yes, madam?"

"Is Mary presentable?"

"Maria is seeing to that now, Madam."

"Thank you, Edgar." Patricia said, "That will be all."

"Well, Felicia," I said, smacking the little teen on one delicious butt cheek, "It looks like you'll get to keep one cherry intact a little longer, but this is just a rain check. I AM going to sodomize you one of these days, girl!"

Felicia gingerly removed the vibrator from her butt before replying, "Shoot! I was starting to get into the whole idea of having your humongous telephone pole up my butt!"

"I'm sorry, dear." Patricia said solicitously, "I really thought we'd have enough time. We'll call when we can continue, but it's best not to shock my sister too much right away."

"I understand, Aunt Patricia." Felicia said, slipping out of the dildo harness. She grabbed me by the cock and gave me a burning look. "Save some of this for me, big boy!"

"Hey," I replied, jokingly, "Tell that to my wife! That belongs to her now. She just lets you borrow it now and then!"

Felicia giggled as the two of us headed for the shower together.

"No hanky panky in there, you two!" Patricia called out, "We don't have time for that!"

"Spoilsport!" I called back, but her point was well taken, and except for a few teasing touches here and there, the young teen and I managed to get cleaned off and toweled dry without too much delay.

Edgar had the limo waiting for Felicia, and let her out as Patricia and I went to the library to greet her sister.

As we made our way to the library, I took the opportunity to try to satisfy my curiosity about the sisters' names.

"You never explained why you and your sister, though twins," I said, "have such different names. Most parents can't resist naming their twins alike."

"As you might guess," Patricia answered, "Our parents were not like most. They thought that Carmen and I would have enough to deal with in our lives and didn't want to further burden us with names that sound alike. I, for one, am glad they made that choice."

Carmen looked like my lovely wife, but there was no mistaking one for the other. Carmen's long, flowing blonde hair and a preference for diaphanous clothing gave her a fragile, ethereal quality that I would be hard-put to ascribe to her sister.

As she turned, one of her Father's first editions open in her hands, she looked somehow vulnerable and childlike, despite being of a height with Patricia.

"Carmen!" I said warmly, "How nice to finally meet you! I have been looking forward to finally getting to know you!"

I embraced her like a long lost sister, which, in a sense, she was, and when I released her, she gazed at me skeptically, as if trying to decide if I was for real.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Mr. Travis." she said politely.

"Gary, please!" I replied.

Carmen placed the book she was holding on a nearby table and turned to her sister, tears welling up in her eyes. When they embraced, it was not the polite 'see, I still love you' touch-and-release sort of embrace. It was a meeting of old lovers, ancient friends, people who know more about each other than anyone else, and still love each other anyway.

These two beautiful women, so alike, yet so different, were clearly still attached at the heart, and for a moment, I felt superfluous.

I had had reservations about Carmen's visit. Among other things, I wasn't sure how she felt about her Father having left most of his estate to Patricia. From the way they greeted each other, without words, I realized that their bonds were so deep and so strong that no mere financial arrangement was going to come between them - and neither, for that matter, was a husband.

After an eternity, or what seemed like one to me, Patricia whispered, "I have missed you SO much!"

"Me too!" Carmen replied, "I'm sorry I missed your wedding!"

"Don't worry about it!" Patricia replied, "I know you had more important things to deal with, but we have so much to catch up on!"

They finally broke apart, but only to arm's length. Their hands stayed tightly clasped together. Carmen's eyes burned into her sister's.

"It's been what, almost eight months now?" she said as if her life depended on the answer, "And he seems nice, but I have to ask, is he, you know, 'the one'?"

They took chairs side-by-side, and Patricia huddled close to her sister as I settled into another chair. They reminded me of schoolgirls swapping stories about their dates.

"You remember how we used to tell each other what our dream lover would be like?" Patricia asked conspiratorially.

Carmen nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with the happy memory.

"Well," Patricia stage-whispered, looking sidelong in my direction, "he's better!"

A faraway look came into Carmen's eyes and she asked dreamily, "Really? He really likes you the way you are?"

"May I answer that?" I asked.

They both looked expectantly in my direction.

"I LOVE her the way she is." I said sincerely, "I fell in love with her before I ever saw her without her clothes, and when I saw how your sister was blessed, I felt I'd died and gone to heaven!"

"But," she turned back to Patricia, "You told me you have sex with other people. Is that because you don't like having sex with each other?"

"On the contrary," my wife replied, with an indulgent smile, "the interludes we have with others only serve to make our own sex better! First of all, neither of us will screw another person if we're not both there. These are not extra-marital affairs. Occasionally, when someone catches our fancy, we'll invite them to share our bed, but our best times are still with each other."

Carmen's eyes sparkled as she listened, "But does he let you, you know... ?"

"Let me!?" Patricia laughed, "Gary's a real slut for that, sometimes!"

"Is he, you know, gay?" her sister asked.

Personally, I was getting a little uncomfortable being the subject of conversation, rather than a participant, so before Patricia could answer, I said, "Let's just say we both like to give free rein to our fantasies. Sometimes she'll be my slut, sometimes, I'll be hers. Just depends on our mood."

Carmen's eyes grew wide, but before she could say anything else, Patricia changed the subject.

"That reminds me!" she said excitedly "I'm going to be a Father!"

"A Father?!" her sister asked, perplexed, "But how?"

"You remember those charming Islands I told you about, where we had such a wonderful reception from the natives on our honeymoon?" she said, "Well, it seems that all three of our 'chosen ones' are about to give birth! Now, Me'ili's is probably Gary's, but unless the other two screwed around with somebody else, they're about to give birth to MY babies! Isn't that wonderful?!"

"You are so lucky!" Carmen said sadly.

"Oh!" Patricia continued, as if she hadn't heard, "I forgot to tell you! We've been invited back to the Islands to attend a sort of birth ceremony this summer!"

Carmen smiled morosely.

"I'm so happy for you, Patricia!" she said.

"Oh, don't be such a poop!" Patricia laughed at her sister's expression, "I was hoping to talk you into coming along!"

At that, her sister perked up a bit.

"Do you mean it!?" she asked.

"Oh come on, Carmen!" I laughed, "You know very well she means it! In fact, I've taken the liberty of booking a seat for you on the same flight we're taking!"

"This is the place where they practically worship people like us?" Carmen asked hopefully.

"It is indeed!" I replied, "Patricia's nearly a goddess to them, and you will be too, assuming you don't mind sleeping with as many of them as possible... !"

For the first time, Carmen showed a sense of humor, if only a little, when she replied, "I don't know, let me check my schedule... Okay, if you insist!"

I was pretty much on my own for dinner since Carmen and Patricia had so much catching up to do. Even though we ate at the same time at the same table, it was almost as if I wasn't there. After dinner, I served the ladies cognac, then took my leave. I wasn't jealous of the time my wife spent with her sister, but neither did I need to be there.

Instead, I caught up on some work. The search for a CEO at SyncComp was turning into a real nightmare. The egos that some of the candidates brought with them, and the accompanying demands were sometimes so outlandish as to be laughable. Here we were, three months down the road, and not a single offer outstanding, despite having sifted through reams of resumes and CV's. As a result, I was having to make many of the decisions that would normally fall to the CEO. Officially, they were coming from Patricia, but she had enough on her plate, so I filled in where I could.

It was after midnight when I finally turned in to an empty bed. I had gotten so accustomed to falling asleep with Patricia's head on my shoulder that I was still half-awake two hours later when she finally joined me. She tried to complete her bedtime preparations quietly, in the dark, so as not to wake me. After the second time she ran into something in the dark, I took pity on her and spoke up.

"Why don't you just turn the light on, sweetheart," I said into the darkness, "Even if I'd been asleep, all that bumping around in the dark would have awakened me by now!"

"I was trying NOT to wake you!" she laughed as she touched the wall switch.

"I know, and I appreciate it." I replied, "But I'd consider it a greater courtesy if you keep yourself out of the hospital!"

I watched my lovely wife as she prepared for bed, and my lust tented the covers, but it was clear that she had something else on her mind.

"So, did you and Carmen get caught up?" I asked, in the hope that it would give her the opening she needed.

Patricia smiled gratefully, "Is it that obvious?"

"To most people," I said, "perhaps not, but I flatter myself that I'm getting to know you passably well. What's on your mind, dear?"

"It's Carmen, sweetheart." she said, settling on the edge of the bed.

I didn't bother telling her I could have guessed that much.

"What about her, Patricia?" was all I said.

"Well, I've been wracking my brain to try to find a way to let her experience what I've found with you," she said, "and I think I've come up with a way, but it will require your cooperation."

"Sweetheart," I said, "if you want her to join us in bed, just say so. I wouldn't have any more objection to her than to any of our other temporary lovers."

"Well," she temporized, "that's not quite what I had in mind, at least not yet. You see, dear, if I'm there, she's going to assume that you're having sex with her because I'm twisting your arm in some way, that you're not doing it of your own free will."

"Out of the question, darling." I said, "I will not have sex with someone else when you're not there, even to help your sister."

"I know that's been our policy, Gary," she said seriously, "but I'd really appreciate it if you would consider this one exception. It would mean a lot to me."

"One of the reasons this relationship works so well is that we trust each other, Patricia." I said, "One of the reasons we trust each other is that neither of us gives the other reason for doubt if it can be avoided. I like having things out in the open, and I really don't want to take liberties with what's worked for us."

"We've been married going on eight months now," Patricia said, "and in all the time I've known you, you've never given me even the slightest hint of a reason to doubt you, Gary, so when it comes to trust, I'd say you've got some in the bank, earning interest. I really need you to do this for me, Gary, for Carmen."

"Look, Patricia," I said, "even if I agree, she's got to know that the request comes from you. Even pretending I'm cheating on you wouldn't help her, because then, SHE wouldn't be able to trust me."

"I know, dear," she said, "and of course we'll have to be honest with her, but if I'm in the room, there's always the chance that I'm coaching you with gestures or hand signals or something. At least if I'm not there, whatever you do, you do on your own. I think all she really needs is for you to be with her for a time and show her that there are really people in the world who appreciate us 'girls with something extra'. Don't use that line on her, by the way, I've already told her that you said it to me, and it'll sound contrived if you say it to her."

"If you're sure that's what you want," I replied, "and if she agrees. How do we approach her?"

"Well, I laid the groundwork tonight, saying we'd talk about it." my lover said, as she slipped under the covers, "Let's play it soft and see if she brings it up, okay?"

"All right, lover," I said, "I just hope this doesn't backfire on us."

"You worry too much, dear." she said affectionately, snuggling her blonde-tressed head to my shoulder.

The next few days were fairly uneventful. Carmen seemed somewhat more relaxed in our presence, and Patricia and I gave her plenty of space, but made ourselves available if she wanted company.

One day, as I worked in my computer room, trying to take care of the mounting pressures at SyncComp so Patricia could oversee her other companies, while still keeping in touch with my network, Carmen wandered in and just sat in one of the chairs.

"Hi!" I smiled, "Just let me finish this email and I'll be right with you!"

"No hurry." she said, slipping her feet from her shoes and tucking them under her on the chair.

I finished, did a quick proofread, correcting a typo or two, and hit 'send'.

"What can I do for you, Carmen?" I asked.

"You know," she said, looking around at the walls hung with pictures that must have been familiar to her, "I always felt safe in this house. This was the one place in the whole world where I could come and just be myself - the one place where people accepted me for who and what I was, and it didn't matter to them."

Her gaze settled on my face as I rolled my chair out from behind the computer desk so it would look less like I was 'forted up'.

"The odd thing, Gary," she said with intensity, "is that now, with you and Patricia here instead of my parents, I feel even safer. I can't explain it. It's connected with the way you DON'T treat me like anyone special, but there's more to it than that, and I can't put my finger on it."

"I don't know if I can help with the finger-putting-on exercise," I smiled, "but I will say this. As long as you treat us with respect, I don't know of any reason to treat you any differently than anyone else. That said, as my sister-in-law, you are due, and, I hope, receive, certain considerations that are not afforded every guest."

She waved a graceful hand in dismissal. Elegance and grace seemed to be a family trait.

"I understand, and appreciate that," she said, "but what I'm talking about is that you don't walk on eggs around me, either because I'm just out of therapy or because I've got this enormous dick between my legs. You joke about it with Patricia, in my presence, and I realize that, even when I was growing up, and everyone in the household treated me with love and respect, the only one who would joke about girls with cocks was my sister. I like that you're so totally at ease about it, and that you don't think I need to be protected from any mention of it, do you see?"

"I think so." I said, "And I'm glad to hear you say it. There are no manuals about how to treat girls with cocks who've just come out of therapy, so I just go to my old standby, which is pretty much to treat you like a girl with a dick who's just come out of therapy and so what? I don't see any point in hiding from something we all know, but neither do I see any point in making a big deal of it."

"I can see why Patricia loves you so much, Gary." Carmen said warmly, smiling, then turned thoughtful.

"Gary, would you..." she began, then changed course, "When I first arrived, Patricia suggested that I - that you and I - have sex together. She said that she had discussed it with you and that you were okay with the idea..."

"We did discuss it," I said, "and I have to admit to some initial reluctance because she thought it would be best if she weren't present, at least initially. Patricia and I, you see, have kind of made it a policy for both to be present when one or the other is enjoying sex with another person. It's one way to keep trust issues from arising when others are brought into a relationship. As you know, your sister can be very persuasive, however. I believe the way she put it was that I have trust 'in the bank and earning interest'."

I smiled wryly at the memory of that conversation.

"At any rate," I said, "I agreed that, in this one case, if both of you wanted it, I would go along."

"If you still feel that way, Gary," Carmen fidgeted with the edge of her skirt, looking down rather than at me, "I - I think I'd like to, you know..."