Inevitable

Literotic asexstories – Inevitable by wajawhiii,wajawhiii This story is a follow on to the story The Arrangement published on Literotica, (11/26/2020, https://www.literotica.com/s/the-arrangement-24.) This story stands alone and reading The Arrangement is not required to understand this story. However, reading The Arrangement may be entertaining on its own merits and may provide insights into the relationships in this story. One further note on the original story: if you do read it you’ll discover that I accidentally placed it in the Incest/Taboo story category when I submitted it. It properly belongs in the Loving wives category. I will not make the same mistake with this continuation.

“Fuck, it was a hot summer.”

My name is Lori Hardy and in May I completed my sophomore year at university. My older brother, Casey, also finished his junior year at the same university. Two of our best friends, Josh and Ivy, also attend the same university and finished their sophomore and junior years respectively.

Casey and I grew up with Ivy and Josh. Our parents lived in the same development and have been good friends since before we were born. The Hardy and Curtis families celebrated many holidays together as well as birthdays and anniversaries. It was inevitable that we kids would eventually attend the same university.

As a freshman, my first few days on campus were slightly disorienting and Josh, who was in a similar position, was a welcome companion. A year earlier, Ivy provided similar guidance for Casey. The freedom that came with college life and being four hundred miles from home was intoxicating. We were there for the education but the social life on campus frequently interfered. Josh was a rock that I could anchor myself to and I depended on him for safe and intelligent guidance. Together, we explored the library with no charge book loans, the book store with it’s not so free books and university logoed clothing, the student cafeteria with reasonably priced food and snacks and the student union where we could get free condoms.

Josh took me to several fraternity parties and saved me more than once from a brother who thought he’d like to see the inside of my panties. He stuck to me like a big brother and I adored him.

That first year, we were home for the winter break. As usual, our families celebrated New Year’s Eve together. At midnight, actually eleven pm, we were watching the network coverage of the Waterford crystal ball drop in Times Square. At New York City midnight, we hugged and kissed each other. Nobody was missed. I kissed all four of the men and the men each kissed all four of the women. We’d done it every December 31st. It wasn’t a big deal until I kissed Josh.

Something rattled my body and my mind went blank for a second. I attributed it to having spent so much time on campus with him over the last four months, until I kissed him again during the telecast of the Chicago fireworks an hour later. My panties got wet. I wasn’t a virgin and I knew what that meant.

The first week back on campus, Josh and I attended another fraternity party. That night I ended up between the sheets in Josh’s dorm room and we made love for the first time.

Sex with Josh became a regular event during the rest of our freshman year. It wasn’t easy. We met in our dorm rooms when we were able to talk our roommates into leaving us alone for a couple of hours. Other venues were the dusty stacks of forgotten areas of the library, the backseat of Josh’s car and, twice, in an off campus motel.

The first summer home was only marginally better. We could use my or his bedroom on occasion but the back seat of the car still remained an option. It was during that summer that we discovered that Casey and Ivy were having the same problem. I was surprised but not shocked when Casey told me. Their story was similar to ours and we, all four of us, brainstormed about a solution.

We settled on applying for rooms in a coed dorm where Ivy and I would be roommates and Josh and Casey the same. We were amazed and overjoyed when the university approved our requests, even though the requests for juniors and sophomores to room together was unusual. Our parents thought it was wonderful when we told them about the new dorm assignments. We didn’t include all the details when we talked to them. We failed to tell them that the rooms were in the same coed dorm or that Ivy and Josh planned to exchange rooms with each other. And we didn’t tell them that we were having sex with each other.

We weren’t the only residents of the coed dorm with coed roommates. The resident student advisor of the dorm overlooked the violation of the dorm rules since he was sharing his room with another female student.

That arrangement worked extremely well. None of us had to ask our roommate to vacate for a couple of hours and we never frequented the dusty stacks in the library or the back seat of Josh’s car. We never shared the same dorm room at the same time with Casey and Ivy. Josh and I even managed a couple of showers together in the common shower room in the middle of the night when no one else was using the showers.

We all headed home for the winter holidays that year. Josh and I were comfortable in our relationship and we pushed the envelope using both our bedrooms. Somehow we never got caught.

New Year’s Eve started just like all the others. I sensed something was different but I couldn’t identify the source of my feelings. At eleven, we all hugged and kissed as usual. Kissing the men seemed different somehow but I attributed it to my emotional response to Josh that I was transferring to other men. That psychology course I had taken influencing my analysis.

Kissing Casey rattled my body and my mind went blank for a moment. I ignored it until I kissed him a second time an hour later. My panties got wet. That bothered me. Casey was my brother. I couldn’t have wet panties from kissing him. It just wasn’t possible. With my knowledge as an amateur psychologist and determination to avoid sexual tension with my brother, I pushed the thoughts and feelings out of my mind and consigned them to an impenetrable dark place where they remained until recently.

In early May, the four of us met for another brainstorming session. The dorms were okay but we wanted something better, more private. We knew about the other coed roommates in the dorm and we assumed they knew about us. Josh and I had even encountered another couple in the showers in the middle of the night. It was mildly embarrassing since we had removed our clothing before entering the shower room. It turned out all right though. After a slow start and introductions, we had a few laughs and made love to our partners alongside each other under the hot spray of the showers. It never happened again and I still don’t know if I was relieved or disappointed. The image of having sex with another couple in the room similarly engaged stuck with me.

During our conversation, we agreed that we needed to get out of the dorm. We settled on apartments as a solution. However, we had a problem with financing them. We compromised and discussed a shared two bedroom apartment. We thought we could sell it to our parents as an economic solution to the dorms with separate bedrooms for the girls and the boys.

Casey did some research and math on his laptop and we concluded we could manage it. The cost to our parents would actually decrease but we would have to fund some incidentals, like food, since the dorms included dining privileges in the student cafeteria. We could cover that with part time work since three of us were already working in the library, as a laboratory assistant and in the bookstore. We designated Casey to put together a presentation for our parents.

We put most of our stuff from the dorms in storage and we went home near the end of May. As soon as I entered my house, I knew something was different. It felt similar to what I had felt over the holidays only more intense. I wasn’t home more than ten minutes when mom wanted to talk to me.

That conversation cleared up the feelings I was having about something different. It was during that conversation that I learned that my mother and father were fucking Josh and Ivy’s mother and father. That was when I told mom that I was fucking Josh and Casey was fucking Ivy. The conversation was not that crude but that was the information exchanged.

Mom and I recovered from our mutual shock of the revelations and began to work together to maximize the benefits of the new relationships and avoid any uncomfortable situations. I agreed to explain everything to Casey, Josh and Ivy and mom agreed to bring the rest of the parents up to speed. Mom also suggested that there was no reason that Josh and I couldn’t use my bedroom as long as we didn’t flaunt our activities.

A couple of days later, all eight of us met to finalize our understandings of the relationships. Curiously, we never discussed sexual activity. Instead we talked about relationships in general and how they often evolved in unexpected ways and sometimes contrary to current social norms. The whole thing seemed inane to me since we all knew we wanted to fuck without judgment or guilt.

Casey presented the argument for a two bedroom apartment for the four of us. He included the supposition that the bedrooms would be gender specific although nobody believed him. Our parents agreed with our plan without modification. Our fathers also indicated that they would provide some monthly allowance for incidentals including food and condoms.

To my surprise, our parents quickly agreed to my proposal to alternate weekends in both homes where the adults would spend the weekend in one home and us kids in the other while we were home over the summer.

It was an amazing summer. We all glowed from the prospect and reality of sex with our chosen partners without having to hide it. Over the summer, we slowly abandoned the ritual of formal forms of address. Given the nature of the relationships, using Mr. Curtis and Mrs. Hardy were abandoned in favor of using first names like Leif and Rose. Terms like mom and dad could be heard occasionally and diminished slowly. The relaxation of forms of address greatly improved the relationships between the generations and established all of us as adults with equal status.

In the beginning of August we needed to make plans to return to university. The first, and most necessary item, was to locate and rent a two bedroom apartment near campus. Josh and Casey were both working full time for the summer so Ivy and I were designated to head back to locate and lease an apartment. We researched some possibilities and created a list of places we wanted to visit.

We left midmorning Monday and drove the four hundred miles back to school. We arrived late in the afternoon and decided to start visiting possibilities the next day. We checked into a motel and had a nice dinner at a nearby restaurant.

I was sitting on one of the beds, Lotus style, reviewing our notes when Ivy decided to take a shower. Casually, almost as if I wasn’t in the room, she removed her shirt and bra and tossed them on the bed. She kicked off her sandals and pushed her shorts down her legs and off her feet. Her shorts landed on the bed next to her shirt and bra. Finally, she removed her bikini panties, tossed them on the bed and headed for the bathroom. I watched her cheeks undulate as she walked away from me.

I couldn’t breathe. I had watched Ivy undress and it made my body rattle and my mind went blank for a moment. I remembered two other times I had felt this way except it was when I kissed Josh and Casey, both men. Was it possible I could have similar sensations with a woman?

About ten minutes later, Ivy came out of the bathroom. She had a towel on her head to dry her hair and she was drying her body with another towel. She walked toward the beds, full frontal naked. I couldn’t help but notice her magnificent body. Her breasts were high on her chest and larger than mine and her pubis was completely shaved or waxed allowing a detailed view of her labia and dark slit capped by a small clitoral nub. I wanted to touch her breasts and pussy.

I was having difficulty breathing and explaining the dampness between my legs. Ivy stood between the beds and looked up as she dried her neck. I guess my discomfort was noticeable. “Lori,” she said. “Are you all right?”

“I’ll be fine,” I managed to mumble.

“What’s the problem?” she asked.

“You’re naked,” I informed her.

“I usually am when I take a shower,” Ivy said with a smile.

“I … I … I don’t know.” I couldn’t talk.

Ivy tossed one towel aside and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. “Is my being naked upsetting you?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I responded.

“Should I put on something?” Ivy suggested.

“N n no,” I stuttered.

Ivy studied me for a moment. “You’ve never seen another woman naked before, have you?” she asked.

“Not one as beautiful as you are,” I told her.

Ivy continued to study me. “Close your eyes,” she said.

I closed my eyes. I felt Ivy repositioning herself on the bed. “Don’t open your eyes until I tell you to,” Ivy ordered.

She touched a finger to my lips. My eyelids fluttered. “Don’t open your eyes,” she reminded me.

I felt her lean in. She kissed me. Nothing aggressive or passionate. Just a simple touch of our lips and she leaned back. She took one of my hands in hers. She kissed my palm. She moved closer and held my palm up. She moved even closer and I felt my palm press against her breast, the nipple hard against the center of my palm. I held my breath.

“Breathe,” she said.

I gasped and then began to breathe slowly.

Ivy kissed me again. “Why don’t you take a shower?” she suggested.

“Okay,” I said.

Ivy got off the bed and sat on the other bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and took several deep breaths. I couldn’t decide if Ivy wanted me to take a shower or get naked. I opted for both and stood up. I pulled my sleeveless cotton shirt off over my head and held it in my hand. Ivy put out her hand and I handed it to her.

I closed my eyes, reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. The straps slid off my shoulders and my bra fell into my hands. I heard Ivy take a deep breath and I opened my eyes. Ivy was staring at my breasts. “Your breasts are incredible,” she said.

“Your breasts are larger,” I told her.

“Size is not the only, or even the best, attribute of a breast,” Ivy informed me.

“And?” I asked.

“I want to touch your breasts,” Ivy whispered.

“I want to touch yours,” I whispered back.

Ivy stood up in front of me. She took my face in her hands and kissed me. This kiss wasn’t gentle nor was it short. Her lips pressed against my lips and parted slightly. I knew what she wanted and I wanted it too. I parted my lips and pushed my tongue between her lips. Her tongue met mine in her mouth. Our lips twisted and turned and our tongues curled against each other. Ivy’s hand found my breast and squeezed. My hand settled on her breast and I held her nipple between my fingers.

We fell on the bed together. We continued to kiss and explore each other’s breasts. “Do you still want me to take a shower?” I asked.

“I want you to take off the rest of your clothes,” Ivy said.

I couldn’t refuse her request. I stood up next to the bed and removed my shorts. My bikini panties were pasted to my pussy by the enormous spot of emissions created by my emotional response to Ivy, her calm approach and her nakedness. Ivy was watching me with one hand over her smile.

Compelled by my own emotions, I grabbed the sides of my panties and pushed them down over my thighs and they fell to the floor where I stepped out of them. I stood trembling in front of her, my plush, trimmed triangle of pubic hair fully exposed. Ivy was holding her breath.

It was my turn to be concerned. “Are you all right?” I asked.

You’re breathtaking,” Ivy whispered. “Your pussy is magnificent.”

“Not too hairy?” I asked shifting slightly side to side and tugging on my pubic hair with one hand futility trying to improve my appearance.

“No. Not too hairy. You look like a real woman. Next to you I’m a prepubescent little girl,” stated Ivy. “I should never have shaved it.”

“It’ll grow back,” I suggested.

“It will and I’ll let it,” pledged Ivy. “Meanwhile, I want to feel your hair.”

I moved closer to the bed. Ivy reached out and ran her fingers through my pubic hair. “So nice,” she whispered.

Almost unconsciously, I separated my legs slightly. When Ivy pushed her hand between my legs, I almost passed out. Ivy helped me to the bed and laid me on my back. She kissed me. I put my arms around her neck and consumed her kiss. She twisted her head and kissed the side of my neck. I turned my head to give her more space. She kissed my shoulder, my chest and finally, my breast.

I pushed my chest against her face as she sucked gently on my overly sensitive nipple. My hips bucked and I suffered the magnificent death of a small orgasm. Ivy’s hand slid down my body and returned to between my legs as she pleasured my tit with her lips.

Her kisses followed her hand down my body and joined her hand between my legs. She kissed and teased with her tongue what she found there. She wasn’t the first to kiss me there but she was the first woman to do so. The difference was absurd. I concluded later that the difference was probably mostly emotional, not physical, but at the time I was overwhelmed.

With her fingers inside me and her lips squeezing my clitoris outside me, my orgasm was guaranteed and immediate. My body bucked, my back arched, my toes curled and I screamed silently.

Ivy crawled up my body, held me in her arms and kissed me. “Are you still all right?” she asked.

I threw my arms around her body, turned us over until I was on top of her and kissed her. “I’m beyond all right. I’ve never been more all right.”

Ivy and I clung together, breathing slowly and feeling our hearts beat in our chests. I was cuddled up on top of her with my face in her neck. “We’ve known each other forever,” I wondered. “Why haven’t we done this sooner?”

“The time was never right. It is right now,” Ivy replied. “And we haven’t done it. Just I have.”

“I can fix that,” I insisted and kissed her. The kiss wandered all over our lips and my hand wandered all over her breast. Between kisses, Ivy gasped. I let her breathe and kissed her again. I began to roll her nipple between my thumb and first finger. When I paused the kiss to breathe again, Ivy pushed my head down onto her chest.

I moved further and replaced my fingers on her nipple with my lips. I kissed her nipple softly and Ivy moaned loudly. I open my mouth to get as much of her breast into my mouth as possible and used my tongue to move her nipple in small circles. Ivy put her wrist in her mouth to stifle her moans.

One of my hands searched for her other breast and my other hand slid over her abdomen and between her legs until two fingers surrounded her labia with another finger in between. I squeezed one breast with my hand, the other breast with my lips and her labia with my fingers. Ivy was suspended on her ass and her head. Her head was thrown back, she was biting her wrist, her eyes were closed and tears were streaming down her face.

I abandoned her breasts and refocused on her lady parts. I slid two fingers into her vagina and my lips around her clitoris and squeezed. Ivy screamed through her wrist and her body bucked off the surface of the bed and we almost ended up on the floor.

More would have been too much for both of us. I lay up alongside her and held her in my arms until she was breathing normally. “God damn it woman. What did you do to me?” cried Ivy.

“I did what I would want done to me,” I told her. “And, if you remember, it’s what you did do to me.”

Ivy laughed. “You can count of me doing it to you again.”

“But not tonight,” I said.

We slept in the same bed in each other’s arms. I slept better than I could remember. I got the shower in the morning.

The morning was a joyous beginning to the day. We laughed, hugged, kissed and touched each other often and everywhere. We dressed conservatively to impress the landlords and managers we would meet during the day. We helped each other dress, hooking our bras for each other and smoothing invisible wrinkles in our clothing near our asses and tits.

We had a brief breakfast in the hotel lobby and headed out for our first appointment. The first apartment was underwhelming. It was a two bedroom, on the fourth floor of an older building with a broken elevator and the neighborhood seemed too dark and isolated to be outside at night.

The second option was better, closer to campus and on the first floor but the building superintendent gave both of us the creeps. Ivy laughingly suggested we could probably opt to pay the rent with sexual favors instead of cash. I told her that I’d hold her clothes for her but anything more and I’d probably puke all over him.

After lunch, we got lucky on our third attempt. It was a two bedroom suite on the second floor of a two story building with only four apartments. Each bedroom had its own bathroom, one with a walk in shower. It was three blocks from campus and the neighborhood consisted mostly of graduate students and interns at the university hospital. The building manager was also the owner. She was an older woman that looked younger than her years. She had a body that rivaled any woman at school and she moved in ways that advertized it might be available for the right offer.

We agreed on a lease and the monthly rent. We signed the lease and gave her a check for two month’s deposit and a half month’s rent starting on August 15th. On the way back to the car, Ivy only had one concern. “We’ll have to keep an eye on the guys,” she said.

When I inquired why, she explained, “They may want to pay the rent.”

It was early enough that we could have driven home and be there late in the evening. Instead, we decided to spend another night together in a motel. We got an early check in, skipped dinner and got a late start in the morning. We changed drivers frequently on the way home. Neither of us had had enough sleep to drive the entire four hundred miles.

With that settled, we spent the next few days getting ready to move to our new apartment. With help from our parents we gathered some necessary things for the apartment. We planned to take one bedroom set from each house and settled on Ivy’s from her house and mine from my house. We purchased some lightly used furniture from Goodwill for the living room and kitchen and Ivy’s father, donated a wide screen television. Violet, Ivy’s mom, added a set of pots and pans and Rose donated a set of dishes and stainless utensils. We reserved a U-Haul truck for the move.

We had ten days until we moved. During that time, my mother, Rose, seemed unusually preoccupied when we were together. The day after we returned I had shared that Ivy and I had enriched our relationship, without details, while we were away. I never specified what that included but I think she figured it out on her own.

On Friday the thirteenth, two days before we were scheduled to leave, Rose caught up to me in the afternoon. “You know, Lori,” she told me. “Both Jules and I love you very much and we’ll miss you tremendously.”

I’d been away at school over the last year more than I’d been home and she’d never shared that feeling with me before. I mentioned her comment to Ivy.

“I think she’s having thoughts beyond hugs and kisses,” Ivy speculated.

I set both comments aside and continued preparing for the move.

We loaded the truck on Saturday and left before dawn on Sunday. Rose hugged and kissed me goodbye. My body rattled. I was confused as to the meaning behind her kiss. Casey drove the truck with Ivy riding shotgun. Josh and I drove the cars. We rotated positions each time we stopped to get gas or pee and arrived early in the afternoon.

Mrs. Wordsly was waiting for us. We introduced Josh and Casey and she gave us four keys to the apartment. We unloaded the truck in less than three hours and Josh returned the truck. Casey followed him in one of the cars and Ivy and I began to make order of the chaos in the apartment. The guys returned with the car full of stuff from the storage room.

There was a sense of order by the time the boys returned and we settled in to begin our new lives together. Dinner that first night was delivery pizza. Ivy and I committed to having real dinners together in the future. We had selected bedrooms by lottery with an agreement to exchange bedrooms after six months. Josh and I got the bedroom with the walk in shower and, during dinner, I suggested that Ivy and Casey could use the shower whenever they wanted to if I could soak in their bathroom tub occasionally.

Over the next week our routines emerged. Sharing the apartment space together had its advantages and deficiencies. The dress code was casual, very casual, continuing the example set in the coed dorms where women could frequently be seen walking to and from the communal showers wrapped in a towel, sometimes only around their waist and the men wandering the halls in just their briefs or boxers. Definitely an advantage. On the other hand, extreme casual dress came with an occasional nipple slip or testicle peek. Every day had encounters that included an embarrassed “Sorry” and a corresponding “No problem.”

One evening, near the end of August, I woke in the middle of the night after sensing an unusual noise. I got out of bed and wearing only my panties, I followed the sounds to the kitchen where I discovered Casey bent over with his head in the refrigerator.

“Casey?” I queried.

He jumped with the sudden sound of my voice. His head hit the bottom of the top freezer door. From behind the open refrigerator door he asked, “Ivy, what are you doing here?”

“Funny,” I replied. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“I was hungry and I’m looking for a snack,” Casey told me while still behind the open door and lit by the refrigerator light.

“At least close the door so we can talk,” I suggested.

“I can’t,” he refused.

“Why not?” I asked. Then it hit me. He was naked behind the door. “You’re naked, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t think anyone would be up at this hour and I didn’t want to wake Ivy looking for something to wear in the dark, so I took the chance,” he explained.

“Well, I don’t care,” I said fluffing my breasts in his direction. Close the door before the food goes bad.”

Casey closed the door and in the dim moonlight coming through the windows I realized that I did care. Casey’s cock was impressive and getting more impressive as he stared at my breasts. I turned around and returned to my bedroom.

The next day, I told Ivy about my encounter with Casey the night before and added the comment that she was a lucky girl.

“How’s that?” she asked.

“Casey has an impressive package,” I explained.

Ivy laughed. “Lori, honey,” she said. “Just like breasts, cock size isn’t the only consideration. How you use it is more important. Would you like to give it a try?” she asked.

“I’d consider it if it wasn’t Casey,” I admitted.

“Why does that matter?” she asked.

“He’s my brother. That changes everything.”

“Does it really?” Ivy posed. “You’re a woman with needs and desires and he’s a man with solutions.”

“True,” I confessed, “but would you do it if it was your brother?”

Ivy didn’t answer. She avoided eye contact with me by looking down at the floor.

I jumped to the obvious conclusion. “Wait. You already have, haven’t you?” I exclaimed.

“It’s been a long time,” Ivy confessed. “Since before I started up with Casey.”

“And if I fuck Casey you can fuck Josh again,” I postulated.

“It could happen that way,” she admitted.

I was silent for several minutes. “Well?” asked Ivy. “Will you consider it?”

“I’ll consider it,” I relented. “But don’t expect anything soon.”

That evening, Ivy convened a group meeting. We settled in the living room. We were wearing various items of clothing, mostly covered. Ivy was wearing a bra and modest panties. “Guys,” she started. “We’ve been living together for two weeks and we’re blending together well. Except for an occasional embarrassing encounter, we all seem comfortable with each other.

“However, the embarrassing moments are an issue and, frankly, I don’t understand it. We’ve been together for almost twenty years. We’ve taken baths together and skinny dipped in the pool together. Why is it a problem now?”

“We’re older now,” offered Casey. “You have tits and pubic hair now and we get erections. It makes a difference.”

“I understand all that but I still don’t understand why, especially between us, why it makes a difference,” admitted Ivy.

“I don’t either,” agreed Josh, “unless it’s what we’ve been taught. You know, the socially acceptable aversion to seeing the opposite sex nude unless you’re married.”

“Or having sex with each other,” added Ivy.

“Or having sex with each other,” agreed Josh.

“Well, I’m tired of it,” Ivy stated. “I’m tired of the embarrassed ‘Sorrys’ and the disingenuous ‘No problems.’ It’s uncomfortable and I’m done with it. No more embarrassed ‘Sorrys’ and disingenuous ‘No problems’ for me.”

She stood up and removed her bra and panties. “Deal with it,” she said and she left the room with her underwear in her right hand.

We watched her go. “Her pubic hair is coming back nicely,” I commented.

Casey looked at me, curious about my statement. “She’s right, you know,” he said.

Josh looked at him with a smile. “Are you going to strip too?” he asked.

“Why not?” Casey said. He stood up, stripped off his shorts. I was reminded of our encounter in the kitchen. He followed Ivy out of the room, leaving his shorts on the living room floor.

Josh laughed nervously. “Are you going to join the club?” he asked me.

“It’s easier when it’s just the two of us,” I smiled. “Are you okay with me naked in front of Casey?”

“He’s your brother. Family. I don’t think it will be a problem,” Josh insisted.

“And you’re comfortable hanging out in front of Ivy?”

“Same answer,” he said.

“Let me see how I feel in the morning,” I suggested.

I wasn’t particularly concerned with the general idea of optional clothing in the apartment. I was, however, thinking about whether it would make the idea of having sex with Casey more difficult, or easier.

The next morning I compromised. I showed up for breakfast wearing only panties. The other three were completely naked. They all smiled as they looked at me. “Somehow, I could have guessed that you’d be a hard sell,” said Ivy.

“I’m working with the concept of a clothing optional environment,” I explained.

“I think that’s a reasonable rule of thumb,” agreed Ivy. “But if it’s going to work we need to establish that naked is not just acceptable, it’s commonplace.”

“Okay,” I agreed as I stripped off my panties. “But I reserve to right to wear panties when they’re necessary.”

“Good thinking,” admitted Ivy. “I’m in sync with you on that one.”

Over the next months, clothing optional became mostly naked. It came with additional benefits, none of which were uncomfortable, embarrassing or unwanted. Along with the relaxed dress code came a relaxed sexual atmosphere. There was more touching, more patting and no problems. There was an occasional tit or cock squeeze, although Casey didn’t squeeze my tits and, with much internal tension, I resisted tugging his cock. Over time, I wanted him to squeeze my tit and I wanted tug his cock but I couldn’t bring myself to make the first move.

Then, one day in late November, I came home from class with the intention of taking a shower. In my room, I stripped off my clothing, hastily grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom and the shower. If I had been paying attention instead of focusing on my immediate need for a shower, I would have heard that the shower was already in use. I walked into the bathroom. Being naked in the bathroom with someone else wasn’t a problem. Casey in the shower was.

“Oh. Sorry,” I said. “I was planning to take a shower,” I called over the sound of the water.

“No problem,” said Casey. He pushed open the glass shower door. “Join me,” he offered.

I don’t know if it was my need to take a shower or my longing to be naked close to Casey, but I tossed my towel on the counter, stepped into the shower with him and pulled the door closed. He handed me a wash cloth and a large bottle of body wash. I soaped up and rinsed off while he leaned against the wall and watched.

He took the soapy wash cloth from me. “You missed a spot,” he told me and began to wash my back. His delicate and soapy touch continued down my back and over my cheeks. I closed my eyes and let the intense feelings wash over me. I turned to offer him more of me to wash and my breasts dragged across his chest. My nipples pained as they hardened on my tits and his chest.

I continued to slowly turn as he washed my body. My hips bumped into his erection and I reached down to lift it out of the way and didn’t let go. Time stopped. Casey leaned over and kissed me. My body rattled. I tugged on his erection. He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close, my nipples pressing into his chest and our kiss intensified. I stroked his erection.

Without a word, we rinsed off, turned off the shower and opened the door. Without drying off, I led him into the bedroom and dragged him to the bed and on top of me. I spread my legs and he entered me. The emotional impact was intense and I pulled him into me until he could go no further. His erection twitched.

“Don’t move,” I whispered.

I wrapped my legs and arms around his body and soaked in the intensity of the feeling. I shifted my hips and Casey responded by moving out and back into me. I held him tightly as my orgasm shook my body. Casey erupted inside me. My eyes filled with tears.

We hugged together until he could no longer remain inside me. He slid out of me and I suddenly felt empty, as if someone had stolen my best friend. We lay alongside each other. “Sorry,” Casey said.

“For what?” I asked afraid that he was going to tell me we had crossed a line and we shouldn’t do it again.

“I came so quickly,” he confessed. “I couldn’t help it.”

I rolled on top of him and kissed him. “Casey,” I said. “You have nothing to apologize for. It was perfect. Next time we can take longer.”

“Next time?” he wondered.

“Don’t think about it,” I said. “Just be available when I want you.”

I got out of bed and took another shower. When I came back into the bedroom, the bed had been straightened out and Casey was gone.

I told Ivy about my encounter with Casey that evening. “How’d that go?” she asked.

“Too quickly,” I told her, “but we’ll have more opportunities in the future.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” she said excitedly. “Now maybe Josh and I won’t have to be so secretive.”

“You and Josh?” I asked somewhat astonished.

“I told you we had a history,” Ivy parried.

“But you didn’t tell you that you had resumed,” I said.

“It just happened,” said Ivy. “Do we have to have a meeting to discuss the possibilities?”

“No. I think it’s better left to just evolve. It was probably inevitable,” I speculated.

We went home during the winter break. It was tradition and we were hesitant to change it. Anyway, I was keen to follow up with Rose after her goodbye kiss. We arrived before dinner. The families joined for a welcome home meal after which Casey and Ivy headed for the Curtis house and Josh and I took up residence in Casey’s old bedroom that had become a guest room. My old bedroom had been converted to a home office.

Late in the evening, after everyone headed for bed, I took a shower. I brushed my teeth and was standing naked in front of the mirror over the sink brushing the knots out of my hair when Rose came into the bathroom. I wasn’t surprised she entered without knocking. Our relationship allowed that kind intrusion of privacy. I was surprised that she was also naked.

We looked at each other’s reflection in the mirror. Rose smiled and stepped toward me. My body rattled. She put her hands on my shoulders and whispered in my ear. “Lori, where are we?”

I turned to face her. “In the bathroom,” I answered.

“I meant, where are we in our relationship, emotionally?”

“Do you feel something?” I asked.

“I do,” said Rose. “Something I haven’t felt since I met your father.”

I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back and we hugged, our breasts pressing against each other. The kiss ended with Rose out of breath. “Lori,” she said. “Years ago my grandmother gave me a gold locket with her father’s picture in it. You may remember me wearing it at family gatherings. When she gave it to me she told me it was her most precious possession. Something she couldn’t bear to lose and yet she wanted me to have it. Her love for me was greater than her love for her grandmother’s locket.”

“There has to be more to that story,” I suggested.

“There is,” confirmed Rose. “Lori, I want you to have my most precious possession.”

She was so intense, so emotional that I almost cried. “Okay,” I agreed.

“Come with me,” Rose said and she started out of the bathroom. I followed her down the hall to her bedroom. The room lights were dimmed and Jules was asleep on the bed. Confused, I looked around. “Come over here,” Rose ordered and we moved to the side of the bed near Jules. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. When he didn’t respond, she shook his shoulder. “Jules, wake up. Someone’s here to see you.”

Jules rolled on his back, yawned, rubbed his eyes and looked up. His eyes opened wide when he saw two naked women standing in front of him. “Damn,” he exclaimed. “Lori, what are you doing here?”

Jules pushed back until he could sit up against the bed headboard. The covers fell to his waist and exposed his bare chest and navel. It occurred to me that he was probably naked under the remaining covers.

“She’s here for you,” said Rose. “You’re my gift to her.”

I looked at Rose, my eyes as wide as Jules’. I realized that her gift to me wasn’t great-grandma’s locket. Instead of a locket with the picture of her most precious possession, she was giving me the real person, her husband and my father, to me. I also knew what that meant. My body rattled, hard and if I had been wearing panties they would have become wet.

Rose had Jules move over and had me sit on the edge of the bed next to him. Then she crawled onto the bed on the other side of Jules. She ran her fingernails through the hair on Jules chest. His reaction was exactly what she expected. There was a definite change in the contour of the blanket over his lower body. Rose took my hand and placed in Jules lap. Jules reacted and his erection twitched.

I looked at Rose. She nodded at me. “He’s yours,” she said and began to pull the covers between my hand and Jules’ erection aside until they no longer covered anything. My hand fell naturally on Jules’ erection. In a daze, I circled his erection with my hand and slowly stroked him. Jules closed his eyes and slid slowly back down on the bed until he was flat on his back. His erection was next to my thigh.

Rose moved closer to us, leaned over his hips and kissed me again. “He’s incredible, isn’t he?” she asked.

I nodded. “He tastes good too,” she whispered.

I took the hint and kissed the top of his erection. Jules’ hips jumped and forced the head of his erection past my lips and not quite into my mouth. The temptation dominated my thoughts and I took his erection in my hand and slid my mouth down on his erection until I had almost all of it in my mouth. Jules moaned, his eyes closed and his body tensed.

Rose kissed me again and whispered, “Be careful. There’s more to do. Much more.”

I sat up, holding Jules’ saliva covered cock in my hand. Rose replaced my hand on Jules’ cock and held it vertical. “You want me to fuck him?” I asked.

“I do,” Rose confirmed. “I want you feel him inside you like I feel him inside me. It’s the best gift I could give to you.”

I straddled Jules’ hips and Rose’s hand. I lowered myself, Rose improved Jules’ aim and I felt the head of his erection between my labia. I lowered myself further and he entered me. I held my breath and sank down on him until our pubic bones were in contact. The feeling of him inside me was unlike any feeling I’d ever experienced. Over two decades of his love and caring flowed from him into me and spread throughout my body. I couldn’t move, afraid I’d end the amazing connection we now had.

However, it wasn’t my decision. Suddenly, Jules was pushing inside me and the boiling heat of his sperm and semen was splashing against my cervix. My orgasm quickly followed as his heat raced up my spine, into my breasts and rebounded all the way to my toes. I lay on top of Jules until his erection subsided and slipped out of me. I fell on the bed between Jules and Rose.

Rose kissed my lips and my nipples. The fog of my orgasm surrounded me as she kissed my clitoris and a second orgasm caused my thighs to trap her head between my legs. I relaxed as my orgasm ended and Rose began to use her tongue and lips to suck Jules cum from my vagina. It was a shared moment of pure love and ecstasy.

Rose wasn’t done. She turned around, slipped her legs over and under mine, scissor style until she could push our vaginas and clitorises together. We rubbed against each other until my clitoris was on fire and I came with a force I didn’t know I possessed. I was peripherally aware that Rose was screaming at the other end of the bed. I managed to untangle our legs, turn around and kiss her. “Thank you,” I stuttered.

“Thank you,” Rose echoed. “For accepting my gift and giving yourself to me.”

“I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life,” I committed.

“We plan to remind you whenever we can,” insisted Rose.

“I’d like that,” I told her.

Somehow, I managed to get off the bed and stagger down the hall, balancing myself with my hands on the walls and the mixture of all of our fluids running down my right leg. I skipped the bathroom and headed for Casey’s room where I crawled into bed with Josh. He woke up when I curled up behind him. “Where’ve you been?” he asked.

“Not now,” I begged him.

He put a hand on my right thigh and quickly removed his now sticky hand. “Oh,” he commented. “Casey?”

“No,” I said. “I need to sleep.”

Josh wiped his hand on my ass and we both went to sleep.

I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth when Rose came into the room. This time she was wearing a robe. “Excuse me,” she said. “I have to pee.”

Rose pulled up the robe, sat on the toilet and peed while I finished brushing my teeth. She wiped and flushed. On the way out she gave me a quick kiss. “Breakfast in ten minutes,” she said and left the room.

Breakfast was unlike any other breakfast. There was an air of relaxed joy in the room. I’m sure Josh was confused by all the good feelings. Nobody mentioned anything about our activities the previous evening and Josh had the good sense not to ask.

In the morning, I confessed to Ivy my connection with my parents. “I wish I had that kind of relationship with my parents,” Ivy revealed.

I understood her comment. Leif was certainly attractive and, with the relaxed sexual environment that now existed and my experience with Jules, I supported her desire. “I may be able to help with that,” I suggested.

“How?” Ivy wanted to know.

“I’ll plant a seed with Rose,” I said.

“How?” Ivy repeated herself.

“I’ll reinforce how satisfying my relationship with her and Jules is and wonder if Leif and Violet had a similar relationship with you.”

“You think that will work?” Ivy asked.

“No guarantees,” I said. “But it should spur a conversation between Rose and Violet. Rose would have to reveal her and Jules activity with me and that may lead to Violet having a discussion with Leif. What they do then, I have no idea but we all think about sex all the time, including your parents. We can only hope.”

“Damn,” said Ivy. “That may work.”

“Let me know,” I suggested.

“You’ll be the first to know,” committed Ivy.

Over the next two weeks I managed to connect with Jules on two occasions, Rose once and both of them at the same time once. Josh and I slept together every night and on the weekend we rearranged the households like we did in the summer and the elder couples spent the weekend together and so did the younger couples.

On the last Saturday evening of our visit, Casey, Josh, Ivy and I were in the living room, naked as usual and looking for a bowl game to watch while we recovered from our after dinner romps when Casey asked, “Why do we have to be in separate homes from our parents? Everybody knows what everybody is doing with each other. Why the unnecessary secrecy?”

“That’s a good question,” I concurred. “I suspect our parents are reluctant to have sex in front of us or even in the same house. It’s not personal. It’s just a privacy thing.”

“I think it’s a waste of energy and time to even consider the solutions to that problem. It is what it is and I, for one, am content to let it be. If it makes them comfortable then that’s all I need to know,” contributed Ivy.

Before anyone could comment further, Ivy asked the men to get drinks for all of us. With Casey and Josh out of the room, Ivy sat close to me and said, “I almost dropped a bomb on that conversation.”

“A bomb? What are you talking about?” I asked.

“I almost revealed our relationships with our parents,” she said.

“Wait!” I said. “You’re fucking Violet and Leif? I thought you were going to tell me first.”

“It just happened yesterday,” Ivy revealed. “We haven’t had time to talk. Anyway, should we say something?”

“I’d let it be,” I suggested, “but we need to talk more.”

The conversation ended when Casey and Josh came back with four beers and a pitcher of margaritas.

New Year’s Eve was the next day and the two families partied all day at our house. We ate, drank, watched the parade and football. We also managed to wander off in various pairs either to one of the bedrooms or the Curtis’ house to satisfy our sexual obsessions. At eleven, we were gathered, as tradition required, in front of the television watching the crystal ball in New York drop. We hugged and kissed each other also as tradition required. My kisses with Jules and Rose were longer and more passionate than in years earlier. There was something different when I kissed Violet. My body rattled and the kiss lingered. The look in Violet’s eyes conveyed an additional message.

“Again,” I thought. “When does it end?”

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