Lisa’s Dares – Shauna & Tara

Literotic asexstories – Lisa’s Dares – Shauna & Tara by AchtungNight,AchtungNight Tags- MFF, FF, interracial, incest (adopted sisters), oral, dildo, romance, exhib, voy, casual polyamory.

Intro- This story is fictional and meant for mature open minds. Please do not read it if you object to graphic sex featuring the tags listed above.

If you are a regular reader of my work, this story takes place a month after “Bad Connections” and thirteen months after “Girls Dorm Gathering”. It features original characters from both works and continues themes established therein. You can also enjoy it as a stand-alone. The depiction of the Shapiro family’s libertine Christian sect is religious satire, which I believe should be protected speech, although I do know many Christians in real life who emphasize compassion over judgment. The opinions I argue in this story are mine. I hope they are respected by readers if not shared. Regarding the character Reverend Benjamin Shapiro, I conceived this character years before the pundit with the same name and wildly different political views became famous. I don’t see a need to change my character’s name because of that pundit. Part of me even likes the irony. But let me reiterate- this story is fiction and was written for entertainment purposes only. Silvan Farrow and the Friendship are also fiction outside my writing far as I know. Every reader’s religious views are their business. I, like my characters, find it best to concentrate on compassion and love.

Positive or constructive feedback on all my works is appreciated.

***

Austin, TX. November 1997.

Thanksgiving was over. The weekend remained.

Doug Ramsay hoped it would go well. He was uncertain, though. Before she left for her own Thanksgiving visit to her family, his girlfriend Lisa Coleman had reminded him of her plans for their future. “In two weeks we will enjoy our first orgy together. But before that, you need to get close to and enjoy one on one time with all my regular female lovers. That way, we’ll know if there can be an emotional connection between you. The best sex requires that, after all.”

Earlier that day he had gotten a text message from Lisa reminding him she had set up a date for him with two of her girlfriends that evening. “Go and enjoy it. I dare you.”

There could be no arguing with those words.

She wants to lessen any awkwardness between me and her girlfriends, Doug mused. Lisa and I have been dating two months, and she’s pretty much hoarded me for herself during that time. Not that I’ve minded, but I’m aware she is also lovers with the other three women who share her house. Lisa spends nights with them on the three nights a week I can’t be with her due to my job. They’re all my friends too, I’ve chatted and flirted with them when I’ve seen them and there is physical attraction between us… but we’re not close. I know nothing about them other than what Lisa has told me, and I can hardly believe some of it.

Shauna and Tara Shapiro are two foster twin sisters of African and Arab descent in a committed relationship with each other. Their adopted father is a Christian preacher, a Marine chaplain to be precise. Supposedly their dad is okay with their relationship. That bothers me- the devout Christians in my family would never be comfortable with such a thing. Elena Ruiz is a bit easier to accept. A bisexual Hispanic beauty dating my friend Boris, best friends with benefits with Lisa, keeping her bisexuality in the closet. And she’s lovers with Shauna and Tara too. Lisa made sure I met them all before we slept together the first time, and that I knew of her relationships with them which she wanted to maintain. She hopes we will all have group sex together in two weeks’ time.

Doug was under no illusions that the four girls would then become his harem. Lisa had made clear he was hers and the other three had affirmed it, saying he would just be extra fun for them. He didn’t think he could handle more than one regular relationship anyway. Nor was he selfish enough to consider threatening what Elena had with Boris, or what Shauna and Tara had together. Lisa wouldn’t like that either. She and I are in love, Doug reminded himself. The rest of her girlfriends will just be my casual friends with benefits. Yeah, Lisa is close to them- she’s known them a little over a year and they’ve lived in the same house most of that, frequently hooking up with each other when not dating other lucky people. Only we have the romantic connection, though. She’s told me the easiest way to organize a polyamory network is for primary partners to pair off, and the other connections stay casual. Some people can handle a trio or even greater numbers, but she isn’t that adept. I don’t think I am either. Nevertheless I do want to make an effort to get close with these other women. I’d have to turn down the group sex invitation otherwise, and there’s no way I’m doing that.

He laughed, checking his looks in the mirror of his bedroom. Doug was a young man of eighteen years with a stocky dancer’s body sculpted by regular exercise. He had dark blonde hair and a thin beard Lisa and many other women found attractive. Horn-rimmed glasses framed his light blue eyes. He spoke with a faux upper-class British accent, something he’d cultivated to overcome a speech impediment and social awkwardness. I’m not sure what it is that attracts women to me, Doug would say if asked. Some find me handsome, charismatic. But more than that, it’s an interest in helping and pleasing others. I get satisfaction from that. People trust me too- especially once they get to know me. I’m always happy to help them out as best I can and be their friend. The first girl I dated in high school, an Asian nerd named Sun Ren, said I was like a Device Optimized for Ultimate Gratification, a DOUG. We had a good laugh over that.

Doug had just gotten back from visiting his family for Thanksgiving the previous day. He’d returned to the University of Texas at Austin, resumed his first year of college. He studied History and Criminal Justice, hoping for a career in law enforcement. He also worked a part time security job in the club district and low-income apartment complexes. Doug had just finished a security shift at one of the apartment complexes that Saturday afternoon. After getting home, he’d changed out of his uniform. He now wore a black button up shirt and jeans. He combed his hair and spritzed on cologne, hoping his appearance would please Lisa’s roommates.

I have a dinner date with the Shapiro sisters tonight, he reminded himself. Lisa wants me to get to know them and then if things get intimate, great. She’s a budding psychologist, probably senses I have more trouble accepting their background than Elena’s. Lisa always likes to handle complicated problems quickly as she can. My first test for the orgy was simple- I had to visit a strip club and enjoy casual intimacy with several different girls there while not questioning their morality or getting too close to them. Then I had to learn my friend Boris was bisexual- like Elena, he’s in the closet to those who don’t need to know- and still accept him as a platonic friend. That wasn’t hard to do. Yet Lisa was worried because I’ve had some issues with gay bashers in my past- growing up in conservative parts of Texas carries that hazard. I’m straight, yet I had disagreements with the bashers because I consider myself an ally of people with alternative sexualities. I still keep a comfortable distance from gay men, though- Lisa had to make sure I knew about Boris and could handle sharing Elena with him in the orgy they have planned. It should be fine, our boundaries are set. All that remains is getting to know the women with whom I’ll later be having sex. That shouldn’t be hard, right?

He could not help but feel a bit of unease. Doug had never been religious- his family had dragged him to church like a lot of kids and he’d gone through the motions of attendance- but he always saw it as more of a chore than a necessity. He’d always believed in God- humanity was more than just random lucky chemistry and physics, right?- but didn’t think all the rituals of religion were necessary for life. He also disliked all the moral conflicts, hypocrisy, people who prioritized condemnation over charity… Doug pushed it all out of his mind. He was not such a person. He was into redemption and mercy, not condemnation. That was good.

I hope the Shapiro sisters see that in me, he thought, and that they are not such people either. They don’t seem like it, but… I just hope this goes well.

Heh, he thought, I’ve never been religious, but that was almost a prayer.

***

He drove over to Lisa’s rented two story house on the West Campus. A tall beautiful black woman met him at the door. Shauna Shapiro was of North African descent with a slim figure and short curly hair only slightly lighter black than her skin. She wore a white cotton blouse and tan skirt. Doug recalled she was the more outgoing of the Shapiro sisters. She greeted him with a smile. “Hello, Doug.”

“Shauna,” he greeted her with a nod, then stepped inside. “We alone?”

“Tara’s in the kitchen fixing food. Otherwise, yes.”

Lisa and Elena are both still out of town visiting their families, Doug remembered. “Okay, well, let’s go help your sister out. I’m supposed to get to know you two tonight. We can talk while we work.”

“Sounds good, Doug. Let’s spend the evening getting to know each other better.”

Her knowing smile told him sex would definitely be part of that if things went well.

Doug followed Shauna into the kitchen. Another beautiful woman of medium height with caramel skin and long wavy dark hair stood at the island there chopping up vegetables. Tara was black like her sister, but shorter and more of Arab descent than African. She had a slim waisted and bustier figure and wore a silver cotton blouse and black slacks that showed it off well. Her facial features closely resembled Shauna’s- if not for the different skin tones and body shapes, Doug could easily believe they were sisters by birth. Nineteen years old, he recalled, and they’ve told me they aren’t sure who’s older.

Tara looked up from her cutting and beamed a grin at them both. “Hey, Dougie. How’s it going?”

“Great.” She’s a beautiful woman, Doug reminded himself. You can tolerate the nickname you normally dislike from her.

Neither sister had dressed up for him, he further mused. Their clothes were simple, not elegant. Yet each sister filled them out well. He could smell a combination of scented soaps in the air that was enticing. The food on the stove- a pan of ground beef and another of boiling noodles- smelled good also. “What are we fixing?”

“Spaghetti with salad and meat sauce,” Tara said. “Lisa says you were raised by an Italian. Tell me if I’m doing things wrong, okay?”

He looked over her ingredients and setup. “Seems fine to me. I have to confess, though, I only paid my stepfather’s cooking cursory attention. What can I do to help?”

“Just keep those pans stirring,” Shauna suggested. “I’ll set the table and fix our drinks.” She took a bottle of red wine out of the fridge and stuck a corkscrew in the top. Doug guessed that twenty-two year old Elena had bought the wine and reminded himself to drink in moderation. Shauna also poured them each a glass of milk. While she set the drinks and dishes on the table, Tara continued cutting vegetables for the salads. Doug checked the pans- everything seemed fine and smelled great.

“So what are we talking about?” he asked. “Lisa wanted us to get to know each other. How do we do this?”

“Introduce yourself to us,” Shauna suggested. “We’ll do the same for you over dinner. Then, if we’re all comfortable with each other, we’ll go upstairs and fuck.”

Just like that? Doug gaped, but did not speak aloud. His expression must have illustrated his thoughts, however, because Shauna and Tara both giggled.

“Yes, we’re that easy,” Tara said. “My sister and I enjoy good sex more than anything else in the world. Lisa has said you’re able to give that to her regularly. And to be frank, we want in on things.”

“It will just be casual between us, though,” Shauna added. “Friends with benefits. The kind of relationship we have with Lisa, Elena, and a few other people here at UT.”

“Okay,” Doug replied. “Lisa told me that’s what we’re to develop here. So what’s your background then? I know you were in a dorm together last year, you have some classes in common, then you rented this house together…”

“Gentleman should go first,” Shauna said.

“Okay. I’m eighteen years old as of March. I was born in Houston, mother’s family from Beaumont and Dad’s from Oklahoma. My grandfathers were both CEOs- in valve design and ranching respectively. One taught me the value of humor and personal relations, the other of hard work.”

“And your parents?” asked Tara.

“Dad’s a patent lawyer, Mom’s an accountant. They divorced when I was a toddler. Mom got full custody. She remarried an Italian diplomat named Vito Messini after meeting him on an airport shuttle bus. He was working as an economics professor at the University of Phoenix in Houston at the time, but had been employed by his government to negotiate trade deals in the past. Mom and Vito fell in love practically from their first meeting- she and my dad were already estranged due to their varying work ethics and personalities. They’d been together several years, but… well, people change over time. Not every relationship lasts.”

Shauna and Tara nodded in near unison. “Our parents are close, but they’ve counseled many divorcees,” said Tara. “We’ve been through breakups too. We know all about that.”

“Our parents are close, but not every couple can be.” Shauna sighed. “At least ours have stayed together long enough to raise us to maturity. Dad likes to do overseas work a lot. Mom sometimes has issues putting up with it. But she sacrifices for others a lot too, God bless her.”

“Hope they stay together long as they can,” Doug said. “Mom and Vito are pretty close, they’ve been together about fifteen years now. They’ve done the long distance thing a few times, neither of them like it. They’re working together in Shanghai right now. Mom did some hospital management in Taipei and helps Vito with social networking. We lived in Houston three years, then Vito got transferred to Santa Fe and Mom founded an import business in New Mexico. That lasted another three years before the Italian government picked Vito to head up this new Taiwan trade office they were founding. I was over there from 1989 until earlier this year. Well, mostly. I had some issues adapting to various charter schools and Mom sent me back to Texas a few times. I stayed with her family in Beaumont working on the ranch. I preferred Taiwan. I enjoyed the international atmosphere.”

“But now you’re here and looking to stay in Austin, is that right?” Shauna asked.

“Yeah. I’m supposed to make my own way in the world. I also can’t exactly afford to go back overseas easily. Dad and his family gave me money for support through college, but after that…” He sighed. “I have to find a career that makes a decent living and that I can enjoy. I’ve enjoyed watching cops on TV and met a few- I want to be like them. Helping people, saving lives… it seems right for me to be doing that. I was a bit of a bratty kid for a while, too. Sometimes I feel the need to atone for it.”

“We can respect that,” Shauna told him while setting out plates. “Have you ever done anything similar to police work?”

“Well, I’ve held a part time security job for about five months now. And I’ve studied martial arts since I was thirteen. I’m hoping if I keep doing well at my job, keep my skills up, and get my degree, it will be enough for one of the local departments. I also have a friend with influence in a lot of places who’s promised to put in a good word for me.”

“Would that be Silvan Farrow of the Friendship?” Tara asked, making an odd but familiar gesture.

Doug was briefly surprised, then made a similar gesture. “So you’re in the Friendship too?”

Shauna nodded. “Our father and some other members he knows initiated us shortly before we came to UT.”

The Friendship was a secret society similar to the Masons and Illuminati. It worked behind the scenes to aid the spread of knowledge and entertainment around the world. It had members in all walks of society in every nation. The gestures Doug and the Shapiro sisters had exchanged, combined with certain words and a general feeling of ease in each other’s presence, enabled its millions of members to recognize one another. They then aided each other as best they could. Doug wasn’t sure where the general feeling of ease came from. Perhaps it was something Silvan Farrow had done.

Silvan Farrow was a strange androgynous humanoid who claimed to be a millennia-old Faerie Alien Hybrid, and the highest ranking member of the Friendship Doug knew. The Wise Being- Doug did not know a better way to describe Silvan- had approached Doug in his adolescence and promised to always be his confidant and friend, and also help him connect with other people who could be similar. I thought Silvan was imaginary at first, Doug recalled. Then it turned out some of my school friends, teachers, and even Mom and Vito knew Silvan also. Many people have healthy skepticism about Silvan’s claimed background, but… the evidence is clear to most of us that Silvan is real and trustworthy. Thus we accept Silvan’s aid in our lives. Silvan’s never told me exactly why I’m important, not that it matters. If a genie’s going to help me get a great satisfying life, I would rather enjoy the benefits than question their reasoning. Well, whatever they intend for me, perhaps one day I’ll find out.

“I was initiated at sixteen. Silvan said I would do important things and help others. The Friendship aids me in that. It aids all its members in similar pursuits.”

“We know,” said Shauna. “Lisa, Elena, and Boris aren’t in the Friendship yet, but we hope to bring them in soon.”

“That sounds great.” Doug grinned. “I guess we’ll be connected all our lives then.”

“If we want to be,” agreed Tara. She checked the stove. “Noodles should be done. Why don’t you strain them while I slice the bread?”

Doug answered a few more of their questions after straining the noodles. He had a sister still in high school back in Beaumont and three stepsiblings from Vito’s previous marriage. “Aldo’s the youngest. He was born in Houston like me, works on the New York Stock Exchange now. The other two are Italian citizens. They were raised by their mom. She got sick of living in foreign countries, so she divorced Vito and moved back to Italy. I’ve never met her. Dad got remarried and has two kids- they’re still in grade school.”

“Our parents and an estranged uncle are our only family,” said Shauna. “We’re studying business here at UT, hoping to found a freelance accounting firm. Tara has a good head for numbers and organization, I have people skills. With that and the Friendship’s connections, we hope to make our way.”

“Good luck.” Doug dished the noodles into bowls Shauna handed him. He then added sauce while Tara arranged their salads on the plates.

“Thank you.” Tara put a slice of bread next to each salad and then set the plates on the table. “What’s your most fervent desire, Doug?”

“To prove myself a hero and serve the cause of justice,” Doug answered at once. Then he caught himself in the lie. The girls were giving him knowing smirks. At once he paused. “I mean, to get rewards for what I just said. And you have to do one to get the other, right?”

“What would you like your rewards to be?” Shauna asked, smiling.

“Love of friends.” It was a Friendship credo and the truth. “Including yours, if you’d have me. And whatever benefits that provides.”

“We will give that to you gladly,” said Tara. “Shall we say a blessing before we eat?”

Doug took one of the sisters’ hands in each of his and remained silent while Shauna said appropriate words. He then sat down with the sisters at the table. Before he started eating, he asked the question on his mind. “So you two are actually religious? Even with your… odd relationship?”

Shauna and Tara both smiled and nodded. “You’re wondering about that, hmm?” Shauna asked. “It’s simple, really. Christianity is a religion with many different sects and practices. Our family follows one of the more liberal traditions. We concentrate on the positive aspects of our philosophy- peace, love, forgiveness, and so on. Yes, we righteously oppose evil, but we don’t automatically slot sex outside marriage as that.”

“Nor bisexuality or incest, I gather.”

Tara nodded. “As long as everything is consensual and enjoyable for all parties involved, and the participants are not hurting anyone, we don’t consider such things as wrong. The scripture saying otherwise is a misunderstanding. Yes, non-consensual sexual acts are evil, and like all good people should, we righteously oppose them. But what we have with each other and our friends with benefits isn’t that.”

“What about purity?”

“Purity is overrated,” said Shauna. “We prefer to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and spirit. Indulging in such things responsibly and good moral character aren’t mutually exclusive. There are many in the world who believe that, and in the Friendship especially. The difference between us and a lot of religious people is we don’t hide what we are. Don’t worry, we aren’t trying to convert you, just asking that you accept us.”

“And accept we’re still good people,” Tara added. “Think of all the charitable musicians and other celebrities in this world who also don’t see fornication as a sin. We’re like them. Why is fornication a sin anyway? I’ve found no closer experience to heaven on earth, you?”

“I can’t disagree with that,” Doug said after looking at Shauna and seeing agreement. “I just think the more conservative members of my family would be opposed to it.”

“Well, that’s their problem.” Shauna made a dismissive wave. “Our compassion is greater, we hope yours is too. We know about the ways sex can be used to hurt people. But Tara and I don’t hold all sex as inherently evil. Nor, we believe, does God. Our parents agree. So do Lisa, Elena, Boris, and every Friendship member in good standing we know. Sure, we’re not all attracted to each other and we have to spend portions of our lives doing things besides sex, but overall… it’s a positive thing if you do it right.”

“And we’d like to do it right with you,” said Tara, “if we can settle your unease. We understand it, by the way. We went through a similar process when we first became sexually active with each other.”

“Why don’t you tell me more about that?”

The Shapiro sisters nodded and did so while they all enjoyed their meal. Shauna shared the majority of their experiences at first while Tara added details here and there.

***

1978- Summer 1996.

Tara and I were adopted by our father in 1982 at the age of four. That’s the estimate, anyway. Our exact birthdate was impossible to determine. We were originally part of a refugee camp in southern Sudan. Thousands of civilians banded together there for refuge from the constant conflicts in the Middle East. We’re both orphans, we never knew our real parents. Mom’s geneticist brother Uncle Albert traced our heritage based on physical characteristics and believes Tara is descended from Bahrain natives while I am descended from Angolans. We also both have Sudanese heritage. It’s possible we had the same mother and different fathers, as we have enough DNA in common to be actual fraternal twins, but those tests are never completely accurate, so we have dismissed the possibility. That’s as close as we know. It doesn’t matter anyway. Even if we’re not directly related, we have been like sisters all our lives.

Our caretaker in the camp was an American woman named Shauntara Lockdale. As you might guess, it is from her that we got our first names. Shauntara Lockdale was an aid worker for the United Way, a follower of our Christian sect, and a mid-ranking member of the Friendship. She took care of us and about ten other children in the camp. She saw to our food, medicine, education, and adoption arrangements on the occasion she could manage that. We weren’t the oldest there, or the youngest, but we were the closest. I think we were always sisters in spirit, though it didn’t become official until our adoption. Shauntara told us Silvan appeared in the camp one day in 1978 and led her to a shipping container that had washed ashore on the nearby beach after falling off a ship at sea. An African woman- perhaps our mother, perhaps not- was inside holding our infant selves in her arms. She was also very sick with malnutrition and other ailments. She passed on soon after we were found. Shauntara nurtured and raised us the next four years. She had us baptized by a Brazilian priest ministering to the camp as Luz and Sombra, Light and Dark. We grew up with those names and they remain our middle names today.

Our earliest memories are of always doing things together as children do. Playing together, learning together, sleeping in the same room- though always separate beds. Several other children shared the room. In the summer of 1982, a force of criminals attacked the camp and abducted many of us. In certain parts of the world, human trafficking is a very profitable industry. Criminal organizations take people and sell them for forced labor or worse things. It was a force of international mercenaries that took us. Arabs, Africans, Asians… we don’t know who was in charge or what they had planned. I remember someone bragging that the container in which we were found had fallen off their ship and they’d tracked down our camp by searching the area where it had washed ashore. The criminals killed our birth parents also, or so we believe.

Soon after we were taken, a unit of the US Armed Forces on a peacekeeping mission in the area rescued us and wiped out the criminals. Reverend Benjamin Shapiro was the unit chaplain. He had been negotiating for our adoption over the last year and used his connections in the military to secure us. Silvan helped see to that also. We have never asked why and received an answer other than “I believe you are important, and I was helping my friends.” Silvan said Mom and Dad were friends to the world and people of virtue, things Silvan appreciated. Since they were unable to conceive children, Silvan rewarded them by helping them help and adopt us.

During the battle with the criminals, Shauntara Lockdale was shot shielding us from gunfire. One criminal attempted to set fire to the building we and the other hostages were in while another began executing captives as a twisted mercy. Shauntara fought and killed both of them with a gun she snatched but was herself wounded in doing so and died of her injuries. We took her first name as ours, split, to remember the sacrifice. Our adopted parents approved. There were other aid workers who took over helping the orphans that remained. Silvan arranged that.

Tara and I cannot honestly recall one day we have not spent a large portion of time together. We are nearly inseparable, a matched pair. There are some interests we don’t share, but we do not like being apart for long periods. This has been the case since our infancy and became true even more following the sacrifice of our caretaker Shauntara Lockdale. It should come as no surprise that our foster parents chose to raise us as twin sisters with the same birthday. It made things easier for them in many ways and we are not offended by it in the least.

Our foster parents are Reverend Benjamin Shapiro and his wife Imogene Villalpando of El Paso, Texas. They both live to serve others. Originally from Alabama, Dad found his calling marching with Dr. Martin Luther King in the 1960s. He carried the ministry into the Vietnam War when he was drafted and has spent his career since then traveling around the world to counsel and aid soldiers in need. He’s officially a Marine but does a lot of work with the Army units in El Paso and other domestic and foreign military units also. Mom is a nurse for the Army- they met when she treated him in physical therapy after he was injured in Vietnam. Both are stationed in Fort Bliss. We grew up on that vast base which straddles the border of Texas and New Mexico. To this day, we still remember well the parade drills, weapons testing, and other military operations which go on there. Unlike our father, we did not move around much. Our mother remained at the base and raised us as best she could while Dad was overseas. However, because her life was dedicated to serving others in need, we had to learn to depend on ourselves and each other more than either of our parents. This was, we believe, a good thing.

We received our education on the base, including training in military martial arts and a few weapons. Our family believes all people should know how to defend themselves, especially young women who have already experienced the horrors of war. Both of us are fully qualified Gold Girl Scouts and could probably do well for ourselves if we chose to go into the military. Perhaps, after college, we will.

As daughters of a minister, we were raised in faith and live what we believe. We support the love and charity aspects of religion over those that stress judgment, purity, and punishing the opposite. It is sad for us that we constantly have to explain that to other people. It is not among our beliefs to hold fornication a sin if it is done responsibly and with respect for the feelings of all parties involved. Our parents know of our relationship. We told them soon after we first got together. Lies and subterfuge are not in our nature. We explained our feelings regarding the issue and they only briefly disputed these feelings. Yes, we know this is not common among families such as ours. The relationship we share may even be unique.

We learned about sex in the usual way. Urges developed in our bodies, then classes in school and our parents’ explanations defined things for us. Our teachers preached abstinence, our parents positivity and responsibility. We were not sure which side of the divide we wanted to stand on growing up. Our main issue was we felt that our interests might not align with those of the various boys who asked us out during our teenage years. Sometimes we didn’t like them. Sometimes they didn’t have cars or clear plans for the dates and well, we didn’t have the ability to do everything ourselves back then. More than anything, we weren’t confident we could control things. We developed a rule that we had to both go together on the date, so we could watch over each other and mutually enjoy ourselves. It wasn’t until we got to college that we met boys willing to accept that rule. And thus it was not until college that we became sexually active. We were naturally past our eighteenth birthday by then. We had kissed each other, but never romantically. No one else had exchanged intimate gestures with either of us.

I’ll let Tara speak for a while. I need to eat and rest my voice.

***

We came to UT-Austin in June 1996. That was Pride Month. The first time we wandered downtown to check out the club district, events related to Pride were in full swing. We had to get explanations from the revelers as to what was going on. It made sense to us once we found out. Why shouldn’t people enjoy fun responsible sex?

Some were surprised by our stance regarding that once they learned of our faith. For a while, we hid our faith from strangers. Then we stopped. It didn’t seem right.

We grew to like surprising people.

Our attraction to each other didn’t develop until after our first weekend in the club district. We enjoyed ourselves in the atmosphere. We danced and sang, embraced the spirit of the festivities. We snuck some drinks too, older people bought them for us, but quickly learned it was best to drink responsibly after enduring hangovers and puking. Not fun.

We met a nice older white boy named Miles Robertson the second weekend we visited the club district. He had dyed ash blonde hair and tanned skin. He was a forward on the UT-Austin soccer team and in his fourth year of school. When he found out we were still virgins- he asked, we answered- Miles told us college was a time for sexual experimentation and offered to show us how good it could be.

We liked him, but we didn’t trust him at first. It didn’t seem right to just give ourselves to him. We couldn’t decide what order we wanted to go in either. So we did some research on sex at the library and online. We learned that a threesome with two twin sisters, even foster fraternal twins like us, is a common male fantasy. Miles had it, that much was obvious. We also learned a lot about sexual practices between men and women and various sex aids, far more than we knew before. It distressed us when we learned that sex often hurt the first time. We weren’t sure Miles could make it good for us despite that. So we decided to trust each other instead.

The night we made the decision, the conversation went something like this.

***

June 19, 1996.

Shauna and I shared a room at Kinsolving Dorm that summer. It was easy for us to arrange and we wanted to continue spending time together every day. I came back from classes on Wednesday June 19, 1996, and found Shauna studying at her desk. We were dressed then much as we are now. It’s our usual casual costuming. It was the anniversary of the Emancipation Proclamation for former slaves in Texas, a very appropriate occasion for what we decided to do that day.

“Hey Shauna,” I greeted my sister as I entered our room.

“Hey Tara.”

“You seem a bit glum.”

“It’s Miles. I saw him again at lunch. He made the usual approaches. I like the boy, but… I’m not in love with him. You?”

“I don’t think so. He might be fun, but… no, I’m not in love with him either. Something seems off about the guy. And I definitely don’t think I want our first time to be with him. What if he can’t handle taking both our virginities? What if we bleed and he gets grossed out?”

“Hmm. I guess it’s either give him a chance, see if we enjoy him, or be honest and stop dodging the issue.”

“Or find someone else. I’m sure other guys would be interested if we approached them.”

“What about girls? I’ve been thinking about that. Girls might be gentler than guys for our first time, and more knowing.”

“I don’t know. I’m attracted to girls as much as I am to guys, but I don’t think I’ve met any I trust to make my first time good yet. You?”

“No. It’s too bad that… never mind, that’s a crazy idea.”

“What?”

“It’s nuts.”

“Go on, tell me.”

“Well, I was thinking it’s too bad we can’t just do it with each other our first time. But we can’t. We’re sisters.”

I blinked and suddenly her idea made sense. “Who says we can’t do it?”

“What?”

“We’re just foster sisters, Shauna. Uncle Albert’s test wasn’t totally accurate. That twin threesome fantasy’s also interesting to me, and if we have sex with each other during it, won’t that make things hotter for us and the guy?”

“Okay, yeah, that makes sense. I agree the fantasy’s a bit hot but…”

“But what, Shauna? Who can we trust more to do things right for us than ourselves?”

“Okay, but… we’re still not experienced.”

“So we learn through study and practice like always. We’ll help each other out. It just makes sense. Who can we trust to love and comfort each other more than each other?”

As twins, we had always been close. We’ve even completed each other’s sentences and guessed each other’s thoughts at times. Because of the way we were raised and all the time we’ve spent together, a close relationship was created. Nature and nurture played roles.

As my sister is pointing out around her full mouth, we weren’t really romantic up until that point. Part of us still felt really good sex required romance, so we decided to see if we could find it in each other.

“I don’t know,” Shauna said to me that day. “What if we don’t like it?”

“Then we can quit doing it after the first time. Forget the fantasy, find separate boyfriends…”

“That doesn’t sound right.”

“Okay, then let’s do this together and hope we like it. We’ve read enough books to know how to do it, right?”

“Uh, I guess.” Shauna paused, then beckoned me close. “Can I kiss you?”

“Sure.” I leaned close and pecked her cheek like I always did.

“Not like that. Like this!” She grabbed my face and shoulder, pulled me close, and kissed me full on the mouth.

This kiss was not like anything I’d felt before. It wasn’t an ordinary sibling embrace. Shauna put more enthusiasm and passion into it. Perhaps she was holding back feelings for me, perhaps they had just developed with my words to her. Both? Good to know, sis. Whatever the cause, I found myself returning her feelings in equal measure. Kissing her just seemed right. Our tongues came out as we kept pressing our lips together. We enjoyed the heat as long as we could. Then my phone started vibrating.

I checked it and saw texts from Miles. “He’s asking when he’ll see us again.”

Shauna checked her phone and saw the same texts. “That eager boy. He hasn’t even kissed us yet. We’ve gone on what, three dates with him?”

“Four by my count. At least he hasn’t had issue with us both dating him at the same time.”

“Of course not. He wants that fantasy.”

“Let’s tell him we’re thinking about another date this weekend. We’ll have sex before then.”

‘We will?”

“Yes. You liked kissing me too, right?”

“I did.”

Soon we were kissing again, hard and fast. We still weren’t sure for a while, so we went downstairs to dinner in the dorm cafeteria, talked things over. We decided to do it, we had more reasons to try being with each other than the opposite, but we would sleep on it and think a bit more just to be sure.

The next night we talked it out again. Our opinions had not changed.

The following night, we resumed kissing each other. We moved things to her bed and started hugging, petting, making out… we were quickly becoming insatiable and really into each other.

Ah, you like imagining that, huh?

Take over, Shauna. I want to eat.

***

Romantic kissing was a wonderful experience. I quickly got really into it. Yes, I did feel at first that there was something wrong with kissing my sister, but I got over that quick. I wanted to kiss her, I took the leap. All my life I’ve felt closer to Tara than anyone else. It felt natural to kiss her, share myself with her, more than the opposite. And I knew quickly that in our case it wasn’t just a phase and was something I wanted to continue the rest of our lives. The forgiveness for any sin in doing so was surely endless, right?

Besides, for all we know, she may not really be my sister. I am glad to enjoy her company either way. I have at times wondered if God created us as a cosmic joke, a nod to the frequent fantasy of sister threesomes and other things. Or maybe we did it to ourselves. Either way, we quickly decided we were happy to keep enjoying indulging the fantasy. There are many things I dislike about this world, but carnal pleasure will never be one of them. Not when it’s enjoyed responsibly with someone I love.

We embraced in my bed for nearly ten minutes just exploring each other’s bodies. Lips on lips, hands fluttering, forms entwined. Finally, we had to pull apart and take a few breaths.

“Okay,” I said once we’d recovered. “We’re really doing this.”

Tara nodded. “If it keeps feeling this good, I can hardly wait for more.” She pulled her shirt off to confirm her decision.

I smiled and removed my shirt also. We stared at each other for an instant, then embraced again.

This time we had a clear goal in mind. We had both read a lot about sex- we knew what we wanted, needed, to happen. We had pleasured ourselves before and knew how to achieve climax. So we guided each other along those paths by quick mutual agreement. I helped Tara find my special spots and she did the same for me. We were soon very enthused and breathing heavily again.

“I can feel you through my pants,” I whispered to her between kisses. We were both flushed with passion, staring at each other. We had seen each other excited before, but never like this. We were drinking in the sight of each other’s shining skin, hard nipples, shaking legs.

Tara nodded. “Let’s get our clothes off, do this right.”

I agreed and we pulled back to finish disrobing. We snuck glances at each other several times between removing garments. I kept wanting to look at my sister in new ways, thinking about what I wanted to do with her and have her do with me. She sensed me looking and looked back. There was never any hesitation or retreat on either of our parts. What we were doing- it felt right.

I drank in the sight of my sister’s naked body even though I had seen it before. She looked back at my body and smiled also, then beckoned me close.

Once we were naked, we embraced again. Between kisses, we caressed each other all over. Stroked arms, squeezed and guided hands. Rubbed breasts, tweaked nipples. Stroked legs, stomachs, and faces. There was so much information flashing through our minds. Things we had read about, thought about doing. We were in a rush to do it all. Then we had to stop ourselves, concentrate on a plan. Fumbling around is fun, but working with purpose is better.

“What are we doing here, Tara?” I asked. “What’s the plan?”

She shrugged. “I don’t care! Just keep kissing me!”

I laughed, reached out, and hefted her tit. I flicked the dark nipple with my thumb, leaned down, and kissed it. That quickly turned into a lick, then a suck. We spent the next several minutes repeating that action on each other. I wanted to elict every positive reaction I could from her tanned dark-tipped heaving breasts and she wanted to do the same from my smaller brown-peaked bosoms. We were both fast learning to please each other, and wanting to review our knowledge over and over again.

Inside ourselves we felt something building. Hearts hammering, emotions racing, feelings sliding under skin. I had to keep tasting Tara, she was so sweet. And she had to keep stroking me in response.

By instinct, we moved our bodies to rub against each other. Chest against chest, legs rubbing legs, bellies touching and lower areas also. Soon my pussy was rubbing hers. We enjoyed that sensation immensely. Both our insides were open, then tightening. Again by instinct we lowered our hands and started pushing fingers inside each other.

Tara was so tight I could barely fit a finger into her cleft. I tickled her thighs to loosen her up, then pushed in. One finger, then another. She tightened up around them again quickly. I was loving the sensations.

I was looser, more open. I let her get two fingers into me, then squeezed them with my lower muscles. They moved deftly inside me, found and rubbed my clit. Between gasps, I probed for hers as best I could. We found each other’s nub, rubbed and squeezed it. Our fingers were sweaty. Our muscles were tight. We were both aching in ways I cannot easily describe.

For several minutes we were just stroking each other, intent on a path but not sure how to get there. You can read about sex all you want, but the reality of it, that is something else.

Finally, again by instinct, we withdrew our fingers from each other. Finding angles, exciting each other’s senses, was fun, but it was not getting us where we wanted to go. We could sense an ache inside ourselves and each other that demanded satisfaction. We were close to finding that with our fingers but could never quite get there. So instead we withdrew from each other, then hugged again. We pushed our bodies together once more, breasts against breasts and cunt against cunt. We rubbed against each other, exchanging kisses and caresses to random areas. We found areas that were soothing to touch and rubbed them all we could. We were impatient to find climax, but we did not give up. We kept going, rubbing, kissing. Stopping only to take in breath and release moans.

Until, at last, we both jerked and cried out with intense orgasms only seconds apart. Then we collapsed in a sweaty mess, smiling and staring at each other.

“Tara,” I whispered as I came down from my high.

“Shauna,” she whispered back and grinned.

For an instant we stared at each other, unable to believe we had really done all we just did. Then we laughed and hugged each other, started doing it again.

There was never any looking back for us once we became lovers. Tara has always been my sister, my best friend, the yin to my yang.

You feel the same for me? Ohh….

Okay, later, right. I need to finish this part.

We spent the rest of that night kissing and exploring each other’s bodies until we had to sleep. We fingered each other to more points of pleasure, learned as best we could to tighten and relax around each other’s digits until climaxing that way became easier. Then we remembered reading about using our tongues. We had to learn how to do that too.

I ate Tara to climax first. I remember holding her down, licking away at her. It was odd getting used to it- licking and nipping at flesh but never quite consuming it. Savoring all her various tastes. We both shave these days, but back then we had thick curls on our cunts. I had to suck around her hair, push my tongue into her folds, find the right areas. It was a worthy quest, but it felt like it would never end. Eventually, though, I had her gasping and rubbing my hair as I sucked away at her, then crying out and quickly grabbing a pillow to pull over her mouth as she found release.

I kept licking away at her until she pushed me back. I was staring at her, wondering if she wanted me to stop. Then she was moving the pillow, staring at me, and smiling. Tara beamed happiness, then tackled me.

We rolled around on the bed until she pushed me down. Kissed my lips, my neck, my breasts. Pulled my legs apart, pushed her head between them.

She was a lot more direct with me and faster. Stabbed her tongue right into my core, licked the bottom of my clit. Captured that nub in her lips, sucked and licked at it. Rubbed my thighs in accompaniment. I was so aroused by the moment already. It did not take me long to find my own rapid release.

By two am that night, we were sure we wanted to go all the way with each other all our lives whenever we could take the time. And however things went with other people later, we would keep loving each other. With no shame we would take each other’s virginity, enjoy three ways with worthy guys and girls, and be among the lucky sisters who would gladly give men the fantasy of which they dreamt.

We had noticed a shop named Dreamers not far from the UT campus that sold all sorts of adult items. Lingerie, erotic videos, lubrication oils, condoms, and sex toys. We went there the next day and bought a double-ended dildo that looked large and hefty enough for what we had planned. We named him Corey- we grew up in the eighties and had crushes on multiple actors with that name. The clerk didn’t ask if we were sisters when we bought him, we didn’t tell him either, it didn’t matter. Corey came with a manual that described how to use him. We studied that. Then, that evening, we got naked and embraced again. A fast mutual climax from grinding and fingering, then we grabbed Corey. I gently pushed one of his ends into my cunt, clenched around him enough to feel the hardness against my hymen but not quite snap it. I then moved down and pressed the other end of Corey against Tara’s folds.

An exchange of nods, she opened herself, and I pushed in.

The fullness we felt, the mutual joy, was incredible.

We moved back and forth in each other, fucking each of Corey’s heads, gasping and moaning. Our bodies quickly found climax. Our cherries snapped in the joining, we felt it, but the pain was very brief. Then the pleasure took over and there was nothing else on our minds. We moaned, writhed, and kept on fucking. As long as we could, as hard as we could. Until, spent, we rolled apart. We slept a bit, exhausted, then woke up and smiled at each other, kissed again. We didn’t fuck again immediately- we felt the need to clean up first- but we knew we would do it again soon.

Over the next few days we would embrace each other more and more frequently. We had to find moments of release again and again. It was the tender embrace of new lovers, something we hoped would keep going and wanted to enjoy. We took turns fucking each other until we wanted more.

We also went on dates with Miles and let him kiss and touch us. We wanted to compare how he could make us feel with how we could make each other feel. We soon learned we felt great either way. We still weren’t in love with him, but we were glad to make him our first male lover. Corey’s great, but a real cock breathes and pushes into you in ways you can’t predict… the way it stretches you out is just as nice.

There’s also the sensation of holding a live cock in your hand or mouth, giving it attention, feeling it grow. Watching the guy’s face and body as you excite him. Pulling out his emotions, teasing them onto a glorious path. Continuing to rub his cock until it’s ready, then sinking yourself down on it. Moving back and forth, feeling it inside you. The man’s body against yours, the heat of him, his echoing heartbeat and breath.

We enjoyed all that with Miles within a week. We didn’t want to wait long, we were anticipating and imagining so much.

He fucked Tara first. Her paper beat my rock.

I watched, then joined in and helped her coax him back to full hardness once he was done. Then I let him fuck me.

I enjoyed it immensely. I thanked God for putting me in this world and in a situation where I could experience such a wonderful feeling from such a wonderful act. I thanked Miles for bringing me to such pleasure also, of course. And my sister for touching our bodies throughout, which increased the rapture of the event.

***

Doug could not help but gape throughout the dinner conversation. Being with two beautiful women who talked so frankly about enjoying the act of sex with each other and other lucky people… it was incredible. The best part was, they were so sincere. Their eyes shown with truth, compassion, and kindness. Somehow he could almost think it would be right to put halos around their heads and wings extending from their backs.

Then he blinked and the vision of heaven was gone.

They’re not the only women like them, Doug reminded himself. You know quite a few others. Lisa, for example. Just because others who assign shame to sex are more visible a lot of the time does not make their opinion universal. At least not to men who have not earned such condemnation. And you are not such a man in the eyes of these women. Thank God for that, and for them too.

“Are you still seeing that guy?” he asked.

“No,” Shauna said, her expression darkening for an instant. “He just saw us as a fantasy and once we let him have it, he found other booty calls. ‘Women he could actually see in public who weren’t controversial.’ His words. Oh well, we found other booty calls too.”

“Yes we did,” Tara agreed. “Men and women happy to enjoy friendship with us- and the occasional benefits- without shunning or shaming us in any way. It’s too bad the experience can’t be universal, but oh well, that’s life.”

“How was your meal?” Shauna asked.

Doug looked at his nearly empty plate and smiled- he had enjoyed the food as much as the story. The plate and the fullness in his stomach was evidence of that. “Great.” He quickly downed the last few bites to illustrate the truth of that one word. “Thank you.” He coughed back a burp.

Shauna and Tara both smiled. “Glad you enjoyed it,” Tara said.

Something was still bothering Doug. “So how many booty calls with guys did you have before telling your parents you were together?”

“Four or five,” Shauna replied, her sister nodding in agreement. “We decided we liked the variety and they agreed to keep us all as friends with benefits, no more. Well, the ones that stayed with us made that choice. We break things off with anyone who tries to split us up or sees us as just notches on a bedpost like Miles. Thankfully the majority have stayed with us, accepted that we ultimately choose to love each other as regular partners over anyone else. Dad called one day in the middle of July last year and asked if we were happy. I told him yes and shared details. It didn’t seem right to hide. He was surprised at first, raised the arguments you’d expect. He and Mom then came to visit us, ask us questions, confirm everything. We were truthful with them. They shrugged it off and accepted us. Our father said ‘we love our daughters and they are who they are.’ What a wonderful act of compassion, we thought.”

“Uncle Albert didn’t like it,” Tara fumed. “He gave us a huge lecture on the ‘evils of fornication, lesbianism, and incest’, then stopped talking to us and our parents.” She shrugged. “Oh well, we didn’t need his uncertain science anyway. Or his good opinion. It’s not like we’re hurting anyone just by existing, right?”

“Exactly,” Shauna agreed. “We’re together consensually and we’re enjoying ourselves. God put us in this world and allowed our feelings to happen- what we are to each other feels too good to be a sin! And we’re still charitable people helping others with pleasure, money, and effort when we can, all for the price of a little time. No one can dispute that!”

The implied message was clear. If he wanted to enjoy more time with the Shapiro sisters, he shouldn’t be an asshole like Albert and condemn their chosen lifestyle. Being a hypocrite like Miles and using them first, then shunning them, was bad also.

Wow, Doug thought. I never thought I’d meet an actual pair of proud religious sluts.

“I accept you both,” he said when they both stared at him expectantly. “Two women together, possibly sisters or not, it’s a beautiful thing. And if they’re willing to invite lucky guys to be with them on occasion… that’s great too.”

“Amen!” said Shauna. “We’re glad you think so.”

She raised her glass of wine for a toast. Tara matched the gesture and so did Doug. They clinked glasses, then put their drinks to their lips and downed them. Doug felt a pleasant sensation as he downed the wine.

“You ever had a threesome before?” Shauna asked him while they kept eating.

“One. I knew two bisexual girls in Taipei who wanted to date each other and me. Their names were Tanya Brown and Jodie Lee Nichols. Tanya was part Kiwi, that means from New Zealand, and part Russian… well, she’s Ukrainian these days but it was Russia when she was born. Jodie Lee was from Australia. I dated them during my junior and senior years. Jodie Lee got my virginity on my eighteenth birthday. They gave me a threesome as a parting gift. It was great. I want more such acts, of course.”

“Any incest in your past?” asked Tara.

“No,” he shook his head. “My sister and cousins have teased me sometimes, but we’ve never done anything together. I didn’t get that lucky, I guess. Not that I wouldn’t turn them down, once we outgrew the taboo of age. But whether or not they’re not into me, I would still love them as family of course.”

The sisters nodded but did not press him further. They only asked him about Lisa and his future plans the rest of the meal. Yes, Doug confirmed, he loved Lisa and wanted to stay with her long as he could. He didn’t know how long that would be, but he was glad to accept her nevertheless. And he would enjoy time with her girlfriends too, eagerly.

“Can you get the dishes?” Tara asked when they had finished their food and drinks. They had emptied the bottle of wine with one and a half glasses apiece. “Shauna and I will put away the leftovers, then go upstairs and slip into something more comfortable.”

“Come on up when you’re ready to join us,” Shauna added, implication evident in her tone.

The sisters finished their chosen cleanup tasks quickly, then left. Doug found himself hurrying to finish the dishes. He still had doubts about the Shapiro sisters, but he could put them aside. He wanted to enjoy their embrace and once this chore was done… forgive me for being a crazy hedonist, he thought. I’m still a good man. I see the opportunity to help others, I help them. And I’m not going to be rejected for this, right?

He felt his phone vibrating. He quickly dried his hands and checked it.

Lisa was calling. Doug answered at once, smiling as he thought of the curvy redhead who had captured his heart.

“What’s up?”

“Just checking how things are going. You like Shauna and Tara?”

“Yeah. They’re not the sort of Christians I’ve ever met before, but… I’m willing to appreciate their charity, strange as it is.”

“That’s good, Hero. They’re excellent financial advisors too by the way- they did my taxes last year and saved me a lot of money for a small fee.”

“Good to know. Maybe they can do the same for me one day. I am worried about you tonight, though. Aren’t you jealous you aren’t here?”

Lisa gasped in an odd way, then quickly recovered. “I’m fine. I’m with another of my friends with benefits right now.”

“Someone in Houston? Who’s that?”

“You haven’t met her. Maybe someday you will.” There was a pause, then a chorus of laughter from the other end of the phone. Lisa and another woman whose voice he did not recognize. Then Lisa spoke again. “You’re fine with me telling him? Okay. It’s my sister Stephanie. You remember her unnamed older girlfriend? I’m her.”

Doug blinked. He had guessed that might be the case but… so Lisa’s incest positive too, he realized. And if I reject the Shapiro sisters, I’d be rejecting her. Well, I can’t do that.

“Speechless, Hero?” Lisa was waiting for a response.

“Uh… yeah. I guessed you might be her girlfriend, but I didn’t expect… Stephanie’s with my pal Keith, though.”

“Yes. She’s his romantic partner, and she’ll be with him more often when she comes to UT next year. But, like me, Elena, Shauna, and Tara, she enjoys being sexually promiscuous. Would you be okay with her and Keith joining our polyamory network?”

That answer was easy. Keith was Doug’s pal and showed every indication of being straight like him as far as Doug could tell. Keith and Lisa had both told him Stephanie was beautiful, sex-positive, and fun. “If Stephanie likes me, sure!”

There was shared laughter on the other end of the line. “I don’t think that will be a problem, Hero,” Lisa then laughed. “Keith doesn’t know yet, but we’ll tell him, okay?”

“Okay.” Doug felt himself eager, then suppressed his impatience. “So I get a three-way with Shauna and Tara tonight, then you and Stephanie later. If we’re all happy with things.”

“Which we are, Hero, right?”

Doug nodded at the knowing tone, then remembered she couldn’t see that and said, “Yes.”

“Good. Your next test is a swap event with me, Elena, and Boris next Saturday, by the way. If you’re okay with that. We’ll bring in group sex too. It can be a preview of the big event on the thirteenth.”

“As long as we only touch the women, it’s fine,” Doug said. “That was the boundary Boris and I agreed on.”

“Right. Everyone will fulfill your requests. Enjoy yourself with Shauna and Tara, Hero.” More happy sounds from the other end, and then Lisa ended the call.

I hope that laughter was from anticipation and not just mocking, Doug thought. Then he moved back to his chore of cleaning dishes, recalling what was waiting for him upstairs in the house.

He rinsed off the plates and put them in the dishwasher, then headed upstairs.

Lisa’s room was the first of the three upstairs bedrooms. The second was unoccupied, a guest room. Or maybe it would be Stephanie’s room when Stephanie moved to Austin. Doug would move in with Lisa, and Keith could move in with his girlfriend also. That would be nice. The third room, the farthest one from the stairs, was Shauna and Tara’s room.

Doug walked to that room and tapped lightly on the door.

“One sec!” Shauna’s voice called out, punctuated by Tara’s giggle. There was the sound of furniture being moved. “Come in!” Shauna then called out.

Doug opened the door and found it unlocked. The room inside was simple and furnished with two desks and chairs. There were also portraits of Bruce Lee, Lenny Kravitz, Sting, Cyndi Lauper, Heart, the Runaways, Metallica, Motorhead, and other famous sex positive celebrities. Not all Christian, Doug noticed, and a diverse library of music posters from pop to heavy metal. Shauna and Tara celebrate diversity. Of course they would, they’re a bit diverse themselves.

Two double beds had been pushed together in the room’s center. Shauna and Tara stood on either side of the joined mattresses. Both were now dressed in leather chemises- blue for Shauna and red for her sister. Doug blinked. They looked great in the tight figure-hugging garments, but he had often heard of women who wore such things breaking out whips and hostile attitudes. If the sisters were going to do that…

“What’s wrong?” Tara asked.

“Where’d you get those outfits?”

“Dreamers,” Shauna answered. “Same place we got Corey.”

“Okay. Are you going to tie me down and whip me too?”

The sisters raised their eyebrows, then shook their heads in near unison. “What do you take us for?” Tara asked. “Devils? We’re creatures of kindless and love, not punishment. Unless of course, you want us to punish you.” She giggled and Shauna laughed along.

“I’d rather have my hands free to touch you,” Doug said quickly. “If you’re okay with that.”

“Of course.” Shauna beamed. “The outfits are because we look great in them. Don’t you agree?”

Doug looked at her, then Tara, then back again, and let his pleased expression speak louder than words.

“Come on in, Dougie,” Tara beckoned him. “Pleasure awaits.”

“Wait,” Shauna stopped him as he stepped in. She pointed at him and spoke a command. “Clothes off.”

Doug quickly took off his glasses and put them on the desk nearest the door. He then stepped out of his shoes before unfastening his shirt and pants fastenings. Shauna and Tara sat on the bed, then watched him remove the garments with patient smiles and admiring glances. He tried to dance sexily for them a bit. They saw this and cheered.

I can’t be that great, Doug thought. I’ve had some dance training in mambo and ballroom stuff, but that’s not the same as stripping. He tried to make it as good as he could anyway- his paramours were enjoying it, and the idea excited him too.

“Whoo!” Shauna said when he was down to his boxer shorts. “Sexy man!” Tara nodded in agreement, then beckoned him to join them on the bed.

My first threesome since Tanya and Jodie Lee, Doug thought. Hope it goes well. Then, summoning confidence, he stepped towards the bed.

Shauna and Tara embraced him from opposite sides once he was on it. He kissed one, then the other, turning quickly at the feelings of excitement bombarding him from multiple angles. The warmth of both women, their slick garments and soft skin. Their eager knowing kisses, their hands stroking his chest and back.

For several minutes he was dividing his attention, trying to stroke the sisters through and around their garments. Caress their evident busts, their bare legs, and the treasures between. They accepted his touches and kissed his lips again and again. They also encircled him with their arms. Shauna reached into his shorts and stroked his cock while Tara pulled his shorts down. He kicked the garment off and away.

“We have protection,” Tara whispered in his ear. “Don’t worry.”

“We’re both on the pill for regulating our periods,” Shauna explained further, “and there are condoms in the nightstand drawer over there.”

“Great,” Doug said, feeling himself relax.

Then he was too busy to speak for the next several minutes. Tara and Shauna were both arousing him. Each cuddled close, wanting a piece of his attention. After she got it, each sister would remind him the other was present and demanding too. Doug quickly saw how some men might not be up to such a task. He was, though, and he wanted the rewards from it. Pleasing these friends of Lisa also pleases me, he reminded himself, and her too. And I am a knight akin to Casanova, the Italian adventurer and lover of multiple women Vito told me stories about. Of course I can please multiple women at once.

He put one hand on Shauna’s body and one on Tara’s, rubbing them through their bustiers. They helped him, loosening straps and guiding his fingers with theirs. He was delighted when he felt their hard nipples against his palms.

Each sister pushed aside their chemise, baring their breasts. Doug was then allowed to caress them more easily. They kissed his face, stroked his hair, cuddled close to him. They both laughed and smiled all the way.

“I’ve got to have a taste of this,” Shauna said, stroking his cock.

“Me too,” said Tara, moving down on the bed.

Doug relaxed and rubbed their heads while they pushed him down on the bed, then both traced paths down his body with their lips. Shauna was on his left and Tara on his right. Shauna Sombra Shapiro and Tara Luz Shapiro, he recalled their full names. Two beautiful women from the Near East, black and Arab descent, close sisters in soul and perhaps in body too. Their mouths and tongues felt so good on his chest. Then they were on his stomach, his thighs, and finally either side of his manhood. Shauna kissed and licked along one side of his shaft, Tara the other. Their tongues frequently intersected, causing them to giggle and gasp.

The sisters raised their hands in two closed fists. They shook them, then moved their fingers into new shapes. Tara’s paper was defeated by Shauna’s scissors. The sisters exchanged a nod, then Shauna moved down and placed her lips around his cockhead. Shauna then proceeded to deepthroat him while Tara watched and encouraged her with cheers.

Doug gasped at the wet warm suction of the darker sister’s mouth. Shauna kept up the motions for about fifteen seconds, then released him and tapped Tara on the shoulder. She moved in and sucked him herself. Same technique, slightly different intensity, just as long. One sensation felt tart while the other was sweet. He was too overwhelmed with pleasure to judge which was which. The two women were perfect compliments to each other. He gasped, itching to touch them more and more.

Then they were each turning around on the bed, placing their pussies near his mouth. The message was clear. Doug reached around their skirts, found them naked and trimmed beneath. Not much hair, just enough to be a soft cushion for his fingers while he stroked away. He pushed the garments aside, stuck two fingers in each sister’s cunt, tickled and excited them. He concentrated on their clits, then the rest of their pussies. As they pressed themselves closer to his face, he switched tactics and took turns licking at whichever woman was not sucking his shaft. First Tara, then Shauna, and then Tara again. Over the next several minutes the cycle was repeated many times.

The Shapiros brought him close to the point of orgasm, then withdrew briefly. Meanwhile they accepted his teasing and enjoyed the full benefit of it. Shauna came first on his tongue, then Tara did seconds later. Each sucked him while the other shook in ecstasy or recovered from her vibrations and cries. Doug was pleased at the sweet exotic tastes of their juices squirting into his mouth. Their flesh was so warm on his mouth and fingers. He liked the challenge of holding them still so he could keep licking away.

Meanwhile their hair was moving against his legs. Their mouths were on his cock, kissing each other around it. They released happy sighs as he watched them. It was such an exciting fantastic feast for all his senses at once.

Doug felt his stamina pressed to the point of no return. Shauna and Tara were happy to keep teasing and pleasing him, though. They had no expectations from him but pleasure for himself and them both. Their hands also moved along each other’s bodies, touching each other and him also. No one was left out of the event.

Finally he could not stand it any longer. He was erupting, shaking at the sisters’ touches. Tara was licking him at the time, but quickly released his organ and let it erupt like a fountain. Both Shapiro sisters then kissed and slurped up his seed, exchanging kisses throughout.

He settled down in the aftermath, glad they were giving him a few minutes to recover. They ground their bodies against his, showing their eagerness. Then they moved apart from him, Shauna hopping over his body and embracing Tara. They cuddled and ground together, touching breasts and cunts while kissing lips. The show of them enjoying each other’s bodies, caressing nipples and faces, taking turns rubbing each other’s legs and fingering each other’s clefts, helped revive him. He smiled, glad to enjoy the show.

They removed their chemises during the exchange of affection, each sister helping the other roll the garments off her body. Doug smiled at the expanses of shining caramel and dark chocolate flesh revealed. The sisters embraced again once nude, shaking and gasping with ecstasy.

Tara came first in the subsequent grinding and fingering exchange, but did not retreat from pleasing Shauna even as she shook in climax. Shauna herself reached orgasm seconds later. The sisters hugged each other through their convulsions, then relaxed and turned their eyes back to him.

“He’s ready again,” Tara said eyeing his cock. She hefted his cock to make sure it was firm, then released it and looked at her sister. “You want that?”

“Yes,” Shauna whistled, opening her legs.

The girls raised their fists. Doug waved his hands, stopped them. “Tara first,” he said. “Shauna sucked me first. I’ll fuck Tara till she comes, then switch to Shauna. Don’t worry, I can hold out till you both come. The woman I’m not fucking can sit on my face.”

The last offer was inspired by memories of his past threesome. Tanya and Jodie Lee had taken turns letting him lick them while he fucked the other. They had also each helped him lick the other. Doug hoped Shauna and Tara would do the same for each other and him. It seemed likely, right?

The sisters smiled and nodded eagerly. Tara retrieved a condom from the nightstand, rolled it onto his shaft. Then they both moved to embrace him again.

For the next several minutes, Tara sat on his shaft, surrounding him with her warmth and shaking her body around his. Shauna meanwhile relaxed above their heads, letting them lick her pussy. In contrast to his previous experience with two women at the same time, Shauna held her legs wide open enough for both their heads to access her cunt side by side. Doug let Tara guide him into a rhythm that helped please both sisters in equal measure. He licked along one side of Shauna’s snatch while Tara kissed the other. Shauna simultaneously stroked their heads and held apart her legs. They both tickled her clit with their tongues. Tara also stuck a finger in Shauna’s ass, tickled the opening. Doug caressed her butt with one hand and kept the other on Tara’s backside. Her free arm held him close and rubbed his rear end.

Tara came first in the exchange, shaking around his hard thrusting lance. He started to withdraw, but Shauna clenched her thighs around their heads and would not allow him. Doug let his cock relax inside Tara and slip out of her, but continued licking Shauna. He kept kissing her cunt and licking her clit alongside her sister until the darker sister was shaking and squirting juice into their mouths.

Tara kissed Doug as Shauna relaxed and moved away from them, pleased to share in the flavor.

She then motioned at her sister, who had moved down on the bed and opened her legs for Doug. He eagerly moved in, stuck his shaft into Shauna, thrust in and out of her for several long moments. Her nipples rubbed his chest, her hands his backside. Their lips shared several steamy kisses of mouth and tongue.

Then Tara, having moved into position, was tapping their heads. They turned to face her open thighs and licked her pussy while continuing their shag. Again, one sister was teasing and licking the other’s cunt with her fingers and tongue, helping Doug do the same. Shauna held his butt with one hand, reached the other up and caressed Tara’s breasts. Doug enjoyed the sight while rubbing her legs and holding Shauna against him. Tara held her legs apart and rubbed their heads. The sensations were overwhelming.

Shauna came on his cock within several minutes- he wasn’t capable of keeping exact time. An instant later, he erupted, on impulse clutching her groin hard against his. He could feel the spurts of his come impacting her loins, held back by the condom. Shauna writhed against him for a moment, then pulled back and let him slip out of her. Doug frowned, confused.

Then Tara was reaching down, pulling off his condom. And he was still erupting. Both sisters embraced over his cock again, licking up and sharing his come. Doug smiled and watched, pleased at the sight.

Doug then relaxed as his orgasm receded. Tara released his manhood from her mouth after swallowing much of his seed. She embraced Shauna and kissed her on the lips once again, snowballing some additional fluid she still held in her mouth. Doug smiled- it was the first time he had witnessed such an act. The Shapiro sisters broke their embrace and smiled back at him, displaying the come in their mouths. They both swallowed noticeably, then moved to either side of him and cuddled close.

“Did you enjoy your time with us?” Tara asked.

“Yes.”

“Good,” Shauna said. “So did we. I hope it won’t be the last time.”

“I wouldn’t want it to be either.” Doug found himself a bit fatigued. “Thank you both. Can I, uh, sleep over with you tonight?”

“Sure,” Shauna said after looking at Tara and receiving a nod. “See you in the morning.”

The sisters pressed their lips to his in a three-way kiss and then settled down. Soon both were snoring softly.

Between Shauna and Tara, Doug Ramsay found himself lying comfortably but unable to find sleep. Doubts still echoed in his brain even though he felt the sisters were sincere in sharing their history and feelings, he respected them, and he had truly enjoyed their coupling. What if it is wrong for them to be together as they are, or for me to be with them like this? he wondered. What if they are incorrect about the Supreme Being that governs this reality? The worst part was, he honestly expected no clear answer to that question.

And he would not get one in this world, he knew. Some people might tell him one thing, but other people and his body told him something else. And if God truly condemned people like Shauna and Tara and others who tolerated them, who enjoyed time with them, while professing endless forgiveness… well, Doug didn’t want to be a two-faced person nor conform to such a rigid path. He was not a celibate monk and felt it just that consensual exchanges of pleasure continued in this world and the next. He hoped such was justice, anyway. And he was not one to condemn people who enjoyed free love.

I’ll just have faith and hope that God isn’t either, he decided. If I am proven wrong, if God’s love is really not endless… I would rather embrace freedom and goodness as concepts than any rigid adherence to laws that harm people I love. That is a Friendship ideal, and members of our society embrace the greatest good they perceive. I hold compassion and pleasure the highest laws of this world. Surely God is the same, right? I’ll just have faith that it is so. Do not doubt mercy, and have it yourself. Yeah, that sounds better than condemnation and hate. Yes.

At peace with that decision, he let himself sleep.

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End.