Chapter 45

After eating and cleaning up, the girls decided to hook up and play with the new game machine. Their laughing and giggling filled the boat all evening. At one point Tammy joined in, and added her voice to the cacophony. I never liked video games, in either body, so I enjoyed their play time from my recliner.

When they finally played the last of the new games, Tammy got them a snack, and sent them on their way for showers and bed. When the salon was empty except for the two of us, Tammy settled herself on my lap, as if she'd been doing it for years. We talked about things of absolutely no importance until I asked if she intended to spend the night with me. Her answer was certainly out of left field.

"If I do, you might wake up with all four of us in bed with you. My girls certainly seem to want to get close to you. Even Linda has changed her tune. When you were back in the bedroom, before, she joined in when Carrie and Amy swooned telling me about sleeping with you last night. Carrie seemed sad that Amy got you to hold her breast all night, instead of hers. Linda looked from one to the other, and then at me, like her sisters had each grown an extra head.

"She was positively stunned to find out that Amy grabbed your hand and held it on her breast. Amy's description of how aroused she got, having your hand squeezing her nipple, made Linda squirmy. I think she'll find the need to change her panties before bed. She may decide to try cuddling with you some night – soon - to see what the fuss is all about."

Tammy stroked my hair, pausing when she encountered my scars. "Where did you get these?" she asked, lightly following the longest scar with a finger.

"I had an aneurysm that had to be repaired; actually twice, in the last few months. It's no fun having your head shaved. The scars haven't had time to heal, but at least my hair grew back enough to cover them."

She lightly kissed my scalp and said, "Poor Brian. You carry around this aura of sadness. I've wondered about it, but didn't want to pry. I'm so sorry. Did that happen when you lost your family?"

I remember telling Tammy that I lost my family as part of the explanation for why I was taking the boat trip. "My mother and I were riding home from an appointment when a truck blew a red light and t-boned us. She never had a chance. It was our second accident in just a short time. We were hit by an out of control tractor-trailer before that, and my injuries included the brain bleed.

"It was just the two of us, and then it was just me. I am sorry if my bouts of sadness bring you down. I'll try to do better." Thinking about the operations and losing Beth Ann was not a place I wanted to go right then, so I tried to change the subject. "Are you pretty content with how things are going here?"

Tammy wasn't going to be sidetracked quite that easily. "I don't mean to pry, but here I am prying, anyway. How did you cope with being injured so badly and losing your mother?"

"You know what? We all have our own road to travel. Mine included losing my mother that way. It hurt so bad, I had to get away and be alone, which is how I came to be at Walmart when you needed help the other night. If I hadn't had all that happen to me, we wouldn't be here, tonight. God only knows where you four would be, but I suspect this is better.

"Life throws everything it has at us and sees who survives, I guess." I really didn't want to discuss Beth Ann.

"Your life was so much harder than mine. I can't imagine what you went through. You and the girls are so strong to live through that and still be such sweet, kind, and loving people. I admire you for it."

Tammy smiled and then frowned. "I think you just brushed me off.

"Fine.

"I'll stop asking about it. When you're ready, I'll be here and you can tell me what you want me to know." She stroked my scars some more, kissed my head, and hopped off my lap to go make sure her girls got to bed at a reasonable hour.

When she was gone, I realized she still hadn't told me if she was spending the night with me. I figured I'd know when I knew, and headed back to bed.

This time I was still awake when Amy crawled in bed with me. She blushed slightly, but still staked out her side of the bed. I smiled as I put my arm around her, and she took my hand and brought it immediately to her breast, holding my palm tight against her cloth covered nipple.

Mr. Johnson thought that so nice, he wanted to tear right through the sheets and play. I felt my mouth go dry, and decided to let her hold my hand there, if that was what she wanted. She settled down but kept moving my palm across her nipple, teasing it to full hardness. I knew exactly where that was going and turned her to face me, tightened my grip on her breast, and kissed her with all my might.

Amy squirmed as I assaulted her mouth and boob. Her nipple grew harder, if that were possible, and she pushed against me as hard as she could, trying to drive out all the air between us. I lightly pinched her nipple through the fabric and slid her nightgown off her shoulders, baring her breasts.

They were splendid. Her breasts were perfect half grapefruits, and her nipples were red, large, and puffed out. I nipped the closest one and sucked it for a short time, then changed to the other, doing the same. Amy growled from somewhere deep in her throat, and surged against me, pulling my other hand down her body towards her pussy.

That was a step farther than I thought we should go, and I pulled back. Amy wanted her pussy touched and pulled me towards her again. We had a bit of standoff until I heard, "Go ahead. She obviously needs it."

Tammy was standing at the foot of the bed watching Amy try to seduce me. Instead of rage and violence, Tammy seemed resigned to the fact that Amy was fully sexualized and ready for more than petting. When she saw and heard her mother, Amy pulled back from me and covered her breasts with one arm while trying unsuccessfully to cover her pussy mound with the other.

Seeing how fruitless that was, Tammy gave her daughter a look of love and said, "Baby, I know what you're feeling. You are at that stage where your body craves touched, and you feel like you'll go crazy unless you get some relief. I can't be with you all the time, but you need to think about where you're going with this. Aren't you afraid you'll wind up pregnant?"

"Oh My God," Amy cried. "I never thought about it." She looked at me with a look somewhere between horror and sorrow and said, "Brian, I should have thought about that before I tried to get you to have sex with me. Will you hate me if I stop?"

Instead of an answer, I kissed her like a lover, and pulled her nightgown back together for her. My smile said it would all work out fine, and I held my hand out to Tammy in a silent gesture to join us in bed. Tammy hesitated, then crawled up from the foot, slid under the covers, and gave me a smothering kiss. I think I forgot my name for few seconds.

As soon as Tammy relinquished her hold on my lips, Amy tried to outdo her. Then Tammy decided to show her that she knew a few things, too and nearly knocked me unconscious with the passionate kiss she put on me. Tammy then upped the ante by reaching over and squeezing my hard dick through my boxers. Amy's eyes got big when she saw the size and shape of what her mother was holding, and then contemplated having that inside her.

When Tammy released my now rock hard dick, Amy kissed me one more time and gave Mr. Johnson a gentle squeeze, feeling the full length as if she were taking a measurement. Then she kissed me again, leaned across me to kiss her mother, and cuddled back against me. Once the kissing, squeezing, and giggling between mother and daughter was done, we all three settled down to sleep, Tammy and Amy holding hands across my chest, and Amy holding my free hand to her exposed nipple, again.

We slept tangled together like a litter of puppies. When I woke up I saw that Carrie had crawled in on Amy's side, and Linda was sleeping tight up against her mother. Five people in one king sized bed. I think Freud could have written an entire textbook on his thoughts about us.

I spent a long time wiggling loose and making it to the bathroom, while my bladder repeatedly flashed me the two-minute warning. Clean and dressed, I fired up the engines to get them warm. Tammy stumbled out and gave me a long, hot kiss, followed by a whispered promise of more when we got some time alone.

It wasn't long before Carrie staggered out rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Amy followed her in a remarkably happy mood. Last out was Linda. She shyly kissed her mother, brushed her hand down my arm in a friendly gesture, and went away to get ready for the day. I felt pretty good about my makeshift family or budding harem, 'Take your pick, ' I thought. We were working things out and coming together as a group. We were successfully facing our challenges and shortcomings, while working through our on heartaches and disappointments.