Chapter 1

Allison groaned as she flopped onto the floor. Abigail stepped over her supine sister to take the last box to the master bedroom, then came back out and looked down at her sister. Just watching Allison stretch out on the floor was enough to make the older girl swoon. Allison stretched her arms above her head and arched her back, which forced her youthful breasts to stretch her t-shirt, her tiny nipples little bumps beneath the fabric. By the playful expression on Allison's face, it was obvious she'd thrown a little something extra into her stretch. Even as tired as she was, Abigail wouldn't hesitate to make love to her sister at that very moment. She had just about given in to her urge when she heard Jack swear from the other end of the apartment.

"A little help here!" he grunted.

Allison smiled up at her sister. "I'm lying down. You go."

"Lazy."

"Bitch."

Abigail just shook her head. "It's a good thing I'm such a nice, compassionate person."

"Yes. Yes, it is."

Abigail chuckled as she went to help her husband. He was standing outside the doorway, four boxes stacked high above him, too high to get through the door.

"Well, that wasn't very smart," she said.

"Help now, critique later, please."

She stepped through the door and stretched up to take the top box. Its weight surprised her.

"Damn, this is heavy, Jack. Why did you bring all of these at same time?"

She followed him into the apartment and through the doorway to the front bedroom, which the trio planned to use as an office.

"I'm too lazy to make the extra trip," he said, as he put the boxes down with a grunt. "Besides, I felt the strong urge to prove my manly strength to any of our neighbors."

Abigail laughed. "Anything left in the truck?"

Jack shook his head. "Now we just get to unpack. I think all of my stuff fit into one box, so you and Allie are on your own."

"Nice try, Buster. Don't you want to have a say on where anything goes?"

"Would you listen to me?"

Abigail hesitated for only a second. "No, probably not."

"Hello!" a voice called from the front doorway.

Abigail leaned out of the office to see who the voice belonged to. A stout older woman, about Abigail's height, filled the doorway. Abigail smiled at her. "Well, hello! Evelyn, right?"

Abigail's neighbor smiled. "You remembered! How wonderful of you. We thought we'd come around and see if there was anything we can do for you."

Abigail noticed a second woman, frail and shy, standing just outside the door, eyes open wide as she watched Abigail.

"Hello?" Abigail said encouragingly to the second woman.

Evelyn motioned to her friend without turning from Abigail. "This is Mary. We live together. Come in and be cordial, Mary. Mary is kind of shy, but she makes the best scones. I told her she had to bring you some while they were hot."

Mary tentatively stepped through the doorway. The women were dressed similarly: shapeless dresses that flowed to the floor, white socks, and Birkenstocks. They both wore their hair in long ponytails.

"Why, thank you," Abigail said warmly. She felt Jack's presence beside her. "This is my husband, Jack."

Evelyn looked him up and down, then held her hand out to him. "Hello, Jack. Welcome to Bellevue."

"Thanks, glad to be here." He motioned into the apartment. "Why don't you come in? All the furniture is covered with boxes, but we have some lovely floor to sit on."

"Oh, we just wanted to say hi," Evelyn said. "We'll let you get back to your unpacking." She grabbed Mary's arm and gently urged her forward.

Mary kept her eyes on the floor in front of her. "Here," she said, thrusting the plate of scones at Abigail. Abigail couldn't help but smile. These roomies were an interesting pair, to say the least.

"Thank you, Mary," she said, as she took the plate.

Relieved of her burden, Mary quickly backpedaled until she stood just outside the door again. Only then did she look up at Abigail and Jack.

"Well, we're off!" Evelyn said cheerily. "Don't hesitate to..." Her words trickled off as she looked towards the dining room. Abigail followed her eyes and saw that Allison had come around the corner and was leaning against the wall.

"Oh, this is my ... um..." Abigail was at a loss at how to introduce Allison. Sister? Girlfriend? Lover? "Um, this is Allison."

"Hello, Allison. Welcome to the neighborhood."

"Thanks," Allison replied.

"Well, as I was saying, don't hesitate to call on us if you need anything." She nodded at Abigail, turned and was gone, taking Mary with her.

Jack chuckled.

"Oookay," Allison said.

"Nice neighbors," Abigail said. She handed the plate to Jack and shut the door. Then she turned back to her lovers. "That exchange just reminded me that we need to talk about our relationships. I had no idea how to introduce Allie."

Jack held the scones up to his nose and inhaled. He gave an exaggerated sigh of pleasure. "You talk while I eat."

"We can talk while we all eat."

Abigail grabbed three bottles of water from the refrigerator as they headed back to the living room. Allison resumed her place stretched out in the middle of the floor. Jack leaned back against the wall and slid down until he was sitting comfortably with the plate in his lap. He'd demolished one scone by the time Abigail distributed the water and slid down next to him. He was making appreciative noises as he started in on another.

Abigail took a scone from the plate and passed it to Allison. Then she took one for herself. "Allison, what are we? I mean, when we're around others, what are we?"

Allison had just taken a bite, so she waited until she swallowed. "I don't know. I want to be your sister AND your lover, but I know I can't be both." A pained expression passed over her face. "It's so unfair."

"True. The problem is, in all the legal custody paperwork, I'm your sister. So at school and with your friends, I'm going to have to be your sister. It will be too risky otherwise."

Allison sighed. "I know." Her quivering lip told Abigail that her sister wasn't very happy about that.

Abigail knew Allison hated being unable to show unfettered affection for her lovers, and while Abigail wished it could be different, she knew it couldn't. They all knew. Maybe at some point, the two sisters could live as lovers instead, though when that might be was anyone's guess. As much as Abigail hated to admit it, society was unlikely to ever accept them living as both lovers AND sisters. The situation with Jack was a little different. A large portion of society would shake its collective head at a man being in a long-term sexual relationship with two sisters, but that relationship would eventually be accepted.

"Maybe, when we are out and about, away from Bellevue, we can be lovers. Like when we go on trips or even when we go out at night in Seattle."

Jack finally spoke up. "We need to be careful. Seattle is a big metro area, but there is still a chance that both worlds will collide."

Allison sat up on her elbows. "So, I just need to continue to pretend I'm ONLY Abigail's little sister and your sister-in-law? Even moving away from Tennessee, I still can't tell anyone else how I really feel about you two? Well, it sucks, and I hate it."

She looked like she was on the verge of tears, so Abigail slid over and took Allison's face in her hands. "We'll find ways to be together like we want to be. We can be whatever we want in our own home, and we can go places where we'll be free to act as lovers."

"Allie," Jack said softly. "I didn't say we couldn't do it, just that we need to be careful, that's all."

Allison's eyes finally teared up. "So, I guess I'm still just the third wheel in this relationship."

Abigail kept Allison's face in her hands, bent down, and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I love you, Allison. You'll never be 'just the third wheel.' We'll make it work, I promise."

"Will there ever be a time when we can live together and be just a threesome, without having to worry about anything?" A tear slid down Allison's face.

Abigail gently wiped the tear with her thumb. "Yes, when you're an adult, and we find our place to settle down, I won't need to look after you like a sister. Then we can be what we really want to be."

Seeing her little sister cry always tugged at Abigail's heartstrings. This time was no different, so she knew she needed to derail the tears before they began in earnest. Abigail leaned in and kissed Allison again. This time, the kiss was long and deep. At first, Allison whimpered into her sister's mouth, but soon her whimpers turned to soft moans. Allison's response to her kiss caused Abigail to moan in return. When Allison's hand covered the older girl's large breast and squeezed, a flash of pleasure coursed through Abigail's body. Her body responded to the pleasure as it always did, increasing the heat between her legs, quickening her pulse, and leaving her short of breath.

Abigail pulled away from her sister, and Allison dropped her hand. The liquid blue of Allison's eyes swirled with passion, and Abigail felt their hypnotic pull. She brushed her fingers lightly along the younger girl's jaw line, and down along her collarbone, before resting her palm on Allison's chest. Her heart was racing. Abigail dropped her gaze to her sister's heaving chest.

"Allie, no matter what happens, no matter what relationship we have in public, you will always have a part of my heart, a part equal to the part Jack has."

"Abigail," Allison whispered. "I know I'm being a big baby about this whole thing, but sometimes..."

"If you ever feel like you need me to reaffirm my deepest love for you, sweet thing, you only need to ask. I will show you in whatever way necessary how I feel about you."

W-will you show me now, Abbie?" Allison's shining eyes seemed so insecure. She looked at Jack. "Jack?"

Abigail's heart hurt. She wanted there to be no doubt in Allison's mind, but she assumed that some amount of doubt would always be there. No matter how deeply they loved her, the taboo nature of their relationship would always leave the gnawing uncertainty in the shadows of Allison's psyche. It was up to Abigail and Jack to do the best they could to keep that uncertainty at bay.

Allison needed reassurance, and Abigail longed to give it. She leaned forward, pushing gently on Allison's shoulders as she did. Allison lay down, her eyes large and shiny, watching as her older sister hovered over her.

"I love you, Allison," Abigail said, then leaned down and captured her sister's full lips with her own. Allison's arms came up and wrapped loosely around Abigail's neck. Abigail shuffled around until she settled her hips between Allison's spread legs. Allison hooked her heels behind Abigail's ankles and pulled her older sister down. Abigail pressed Allison's slightly smaller frame into the floor as their kiss intensified. A few minutes more and their hips began to move, dancing in motion against each other.

Abigail felt a hand gently run up and down her back, so she broke away from Allison's kiss. She looked at Jack, who smiled warmly at her. Then he leaned in and kissed Abigail gently before turning and kissing Allison deeply. Allison moaned into his mouth, and with one hand, cupped the back of his neck, pulling his lips harder against hers.

Abigail pulled back a little to look at the scene, but Allison held tight to her sister. So, instead of pulling away completely, Abigail ducked her head and nipped at Allison's covered nipple. Allison let out a little squeal and shoved her hips up against Abigail. Abigail slid her hand under Allison's t-shirt, caressing her firm stomach momentarily, before pushing the shirt up over Allison's breasts. Without hesitation, she bent down, curled her tongue around Allison's nipple, and captured the entire turgid tip between her lips. She sucked it strongly and flicked it with her tongue. Abigail loved to feel the tiny pink nipples elongate and crinkle in her mouth. She detached and looked down at the slickened flesh. Allison was squirming as she continued to kiss Jack. With a smile, Abigail moved over and captured Allison's other nipple and repeated her attention there. With a gentle suction, she pulled back and continued her downward journey. She could sense that Jack had also moved down, taking over where his wife had left off.

"Oh, God," Allison panted. "Oh, Abbie, Jack. I love you guys! What did I ever do to deserve you?"

In response, Abigail paused at Allison's cute little outie belly button, nipping at the sensitive flesh there, then continued down until she could rest her cheek on Allison's crotch. She could feel the heat emanating through the fabric that covered Allison's sex.

Abigail made quick work of the button and zipper, wiggled the clothes off her sister, and settled back between her legs, this time with her face inches from the most beautiful pussy she had ever seen. Even after all the lovemaking, Allison's labia were still so protective of the treasure that they contained, parting only a little when Allison was at her most aroused. They were wet, flushed, and slightly swollen, and her little pink clit was peeking at Abigail, who inhaled deeply, enjoying the musky fragrance. Then without further delay, she pressed her face hard against Allison's pussy, stabbing her tongue between the fleshly lips.

"Oh!" Allison exclaimed, as she jerked with surprise. Abigail sucked and licked her sister's wonderful pussy passionately, savoring everything—the intoxicating smell; the hot, soft flesh; and the tangy nectar. She glanced up without releasing the delicacy she devoured. Jack was attacking Allison's breasts with equal fervor, ravishing one with his mouth, while groping and pinching the other.

Allison's hips began to gyrate faster, the movement becoming more erratic, and Abigail knew she was close. She kept her eyes open and focused up towards Jack and beyond to Allison's face. Abigail slid two fingers into Allison's steamy box, pursed her lips, and sucked Allison's hard clit between them.

"Ooooh!" Allison wailed, as her orgasm crashed over her. She jerked and spasmed under her lovers' onslaught. As she raised her hips in spasm off the floor, Abigail slid her free hand under her to cup her ass and keep it raised. Then she frantically attacked her pussy.

"Oh, GAWD!" Allison shrieked. Her jerking became more spastic as she crested over the edge again.

Abigail continued until she felt Allison's clit begin to retreat. She released the poor, abused nubbin and gently lowered her sister's ass to the floor, but kept her fingers deep inside her. Abigail pushed up to her knees and watched as Allison hungrily attacked Jack's mouth with her own. He pulled away and Allison reached for Abigail. Abigail gave her fingers a few deep thrusts, which caused some mild orgasmic aftershocks, then removed her hand. She crawled up beside Allison and held her soaked fingers up above her face. Allison grabbed her wrist and devoured Abigail's fingers, sucking her own nectar from them. Abigail leaned in and helped clean her fingers, then captured Allison's tongue between her lips.

As they kissed, Abigail heard the familiar sound of Jack shedding his pants down his legs. She felt his presence hover over both of them, and felt Allison's leg push up against her. Abigail knew the moment Jack buried himself inside their lover. A sudden whoosh of air left Allison's lungs and filled Abigail's mouth. Abigail kissed harder. Smaller bursts of air marked each of Jack's deep thrusts into Allison.

Allison turned her head slightly, breaking the kiss, but kept her lips lightly pressed against Abigail's. "Oh God ... oh God ... oh God," she chanted into Abigail's mouth.

Abigail moved down so her lips were right beside Allison's ear and so she could watch her husband's intense concentration as he made love to her sister. "Look at him, Allie," she breathed into Allison's ear. "Look at how much he loves you, how much he loves making you feel good. I love to please you, too, just like he does. We love to make you feel good because we love you." Allison's quiet sob made Abigail pause, but when Allison's moan of pleasure mixed with her cry, Abigail continued. "We've said it before. You are a part of us and a part of our relationship. We'd be incomplete without you. Please, be ours forever."

Jack sped up his thrusts as his face contorted in beautiful agony. With a groan, he jerked. Allison sobbed harder.

"I ... love ... YOU!" she cried, and then another climax washed over her.

Abigail watched in awe as her two lovers came together. They were a vision to behold, one that she would never tire of witnessing.

"We love you, too, Allison. We love you, too."

Allison took a swig from her water bottle as she plopped down on the sofa to rest. She'd been unpacking all day with hardly a break. Jack and Abigail had taken the afternoon off to handle a couple of important items of business, but Allison decided to keep at it. Her lovers invited her to come along, but she declined. She had several reasons for that. The first was that, even though they had been in their apartment for less than a day, Allison felt the strong need to show the two adults that she was mature and could put work before pleasure. The second was a considerably more painful reason. After she dropped Jack at the UW campus to meet with his advisor, Abigail was going to visit Analise. She had tried to call their wayward sister several times, but to no avail. Since the campus was on the way to Analise's townhouse, it only seemed logical to handle both tasks at the same time.

The thought of seeing Analise made Allison's blood run cold. While it wasn't frequent, nightmares of her other sister's sexual assault of her still occasionally filled her nights. She kept those nights a secret from her lovers, because she knew how intent they were to try to gain a relationship with Analise. She understood Jack's desire to be a part of Analise's baby's life, considering he was likely the father. However, she couldn't see why Abigail seemed to make a relationship with Analise her personal crusade. Abigail had called Analise several times on the trip out to Seattle, and twice after arriving, but the phone only rang and rang.

A cool breeze wafted in through the apartment's back door, which cooled Allison's sweat and made her shudder. She reached to the side from her spot on the couch and swung the door closed. As she straightened up, her eyes fell on the cordless phone sitting on the sofa table. She had a thought which made her smile, so she grabbed the phone and punched in a number from memory. As she waited for a connection, she glanced at the clock. It was after five back in Tennessee. The phone rang five times before it was answered.

"Hello?" asked the young, feminine voice.

"Hey, Bri!" Allison said, as she leaned back on the sofa and put her feet up on the coffee table.

"Allison! Oh my God! It's sooo good to hear your voice!"

"Yours, too."

Allison heard a muffled voice over the connection.

"Merrigan says hi," Brianna said. "How was your trip? Was it fun? Do you like the area? I miss you soooo much."

Allison laughed at her best friend's infectious enthusiasm. She felt considerably better as she settled in to chat.

"We talked a lot about what I hoped to get out of the program, and what course of action I should pursue." Jack waited as Abigail stepped around him and opened the apartment door, allowing him to carry the grocery bags into the apartment before following him in. "Then he told me which class he wanted me to teach for my assistantship."

He stepped into the kitchen and set the bags on the counter. Allison waved to them from her perch on the couch. She had the phone attached to her ear, but looked like she was wrapping up her call.

"So it was a productive visit?" Abigail asked. She kicked her shoes off and came into the kitchen to begin putting things away.

"Better than yours."

Allison came into the kitchen and leaned against the doorway. "OK, Bri. Be sure to give Ben our phone number ... I love you, too ... Bye." She set the phone on the charger. "Howdy, Lovers."

"Jack was just telling me about his visit with his advisor. How's Brianna?"

"She's doing great. Merrigan is helping her transition to life post-Me. She didn't say as much, but I think she's a bit smitten with that sexy redhead. Anyway, Bri recommitted to be a go-between for us and Ben."

Jack leaned over and gave Allison a warm kiss on the cheek. "We owe that girl so much. Will you probe a bit and find some way we can repay her for everything she's done for us?"

"Sure thing," Allison said, as she squeezed his hand. "So anything interesting happen with your advisor?"

"Well, I told him what I was interested in, but he seemed to think my talents were better suited in a different area, though he wouldn't tell me what. He said he'd have some information for me at our next meeting just before registration."

Allison nodded, and turned to Abigail. "Did you see Analise?" Jack didn't feel slighted at Allison's sudden change in topic. He watched Allison's expression as she steered the conversation towards an area that was of bigger concern to her. It was clear she was uncomfortable with bringing Analise back into their lives. That she hadn't said a word again reminded Jack how mature and unselfish Allison was becoming. He wondered for the thousandth time whether he was making the right decision to pursue a relationship with Analise's child, no, with HIS child.