Seven Sisters Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Seven Sisters Ch. 02 by rin_tin10,rin_tin10 Seven Sisters II

This story doesn’t stand alone. Please read part 1 first, otherwise it makes no sense. The muse dictated the ending in part 1 but the human in the author wasn’t happy, hence this part. The first section could be considered an alternate ending but that’s only part of this. As usual, all participants are 18+. Be forewarned: There aren’t any guarantees in love or life. Good things sometimes happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people.

I get only about two miles down the road when a car comes speeding up behind me, lights flashing, and horn blowing. I first thought it was an unmarked police car, then recognized Stacy. I pull over on the shoulder and even before I get unbelted, she’s out of her car and running up to me.

“No, god damn it, you’re not leaving me again! I went through five years of utter hell after you left. I’m not doing that again. Neither are you. You fucking listen, now. I know I really fucked up. I know it as well as you do…It’s not going to end like this. We’re going to have a deep discussion that’s going to hurt like hell but we’re going to have it…”

Just then a state trooper pulls in behind her car, blue lights flashing. He comes cautiously up to us. “Is there a problem here?”

“My brother and I are having a difference of opinion. I stopped him from evading our conversation… Sorry about us pulling over here…We probably should find some place close by?”

I can see he’s a bit suspicious. Stacy’s eyes are all puffed up from crying and her face is red and she’s breathing hard.

“He’s not threatening you, is he?”

“No. No I’m fine.”

Still not completely convinced. “Just to be sure, could you both show me your driver’s licenses?”

We comply. He looks at the names and concludes we’re here for the funeral. Somewhat mollified he says to please find a more appropriate place than the shoulder. “Try the Burger King just up the road.”

Stacy turns to me and says “Will you meet me at the Burger King? You won’t run off?

“I won’t run off.”

The trooper follows us and pulls into the Burger King for coffee. I can tell he’s still watching us.

We sit down at one of the outside tables with cups of coffee. Stacy starts, tears running freely “I really fucked up by ignoring what you told me before I saw Dr. Susan. You said to not lie to yourself. That’s exactly what I did. Made it much worse by lying to you, to Gloria and Dr. Susan. Maybe the whole fucking world!”

“Instead of all the deception and lies, why didn’t you just move out?”

“Gloria was right. I wanted to have my cake and eat it, too. I wanted you there to fall back on if everything else failed. I lied to myself that I didn’t really love you. I lied to myself that I could find happiness in some Mr. Right’s arms. I lied to myself by believing Dr. Susan that I shouldn’t love my brother. I lied to myself that giving my word of honor could be evaded if you didn’t find out.

Then I lied to you again and again. I had sex on some of the first dates, and on the second, then lied to both you and Gloria. You guessed right that I wanted to use her apartment for longer sex sessions. How I hate myself for these deceptions. If only I could take it back and start over…These five years will haunt me forever.”

She paused to catch her breath. I can only remain silent, waiting to see where this goes. Not that I don’t want to say “Fuck it” and just grab her…

“So, we both admit that we love each other. Right?”

I nod.

“Your problem is that since I broke my word of honor, I can no longer be trusted or believed.”

I corrected “It’s OUR problem, not just mine. How can I trust you? How can you trust yourself? Not to lie to yourself? Not to lie to me?”

“Please, let me try to explain…”

“Stacy, please. I really, really want you to come up with a solution. I love you more than I can ever say. I don’t have a solution but I hope with all my heart that you can come up with one.”

“I love you, too, Ray.

When we returned to school after Christmas, I changed from a lesbian to a shitty straight. I became even shittier. I became a shitty wife. Then I changed into what I am now. Completely straight, virtually asexual. I haven’t seriously gone out with a guy since my divorce.

Ray, do you see that I’ve changed, haven’t I?”

“Yeah, I admit that, if you are telling the truth.”

“The Stacy that lied to you, that broke her word of honor isn’t the same Stacy sitting here with you. This Stacy loves you, and only you. No other man or woman. You. I’m not the vapid, stupid Stacy I was five years ago. The girl that thought only about herself. Can’t you see that?”

I hesitate a bit. “You’re very different. I don’t sense any deception, only…Where does that get us?”

“Would you fall in love and trust a woman that says she loves you and wants to spend the rest of her life with you if you had only just met her?”

“Not likely. I’d have to get to know her well.”

“Can you imagine me as that woman you just recently met?”

I have to think about that. What it means. “How can I unknow you? What you’re proposing is starting from scratch, like I had just met you and not known you all my life? If I accept your brilliant argument how am I going to get to know this “new woman”?”

“Date her. Take her out. Enjoy being with her. Live with her. Make love to her.”

“We live 3000 miles apart. Long range romances are a very poor bet.”

“Stay another night. Then we’ll figure out how to move me.”

“Move you?”

“Into your house, of course. What did you think I meant?”

“Shit! You’ll give up your job and move in with me with no guarantee that anything would ever come of it?”

“Yes. Absolutely, no hesitation. I just want one more night with you. That’s my price. Tomorrow, while you’re on the plane, I’ll drive home, turn in my resignation and void my lease. I’ll rent a U-Haul and will on my way by the end of the week. That commitment enough?”

I feel my heart in my throat. It’s filled with a love I never thought could happen. Can this work? She HAS changed. I can feel it in her every word. The old Stacy would never have made this commitment, this suggestion. God, yes. Is this really happening?

I change my flights to tomorrow and we go back to the motel. Even get my old room back.

At first, we only sit there trying to absorb what’s happening. I say “I need to process what we just did. Love conquers deceit?” That sounds so stupid but I’m at a loss of what else to say.

“There’s no deceit now, my love. Not to you and not to me. I really regret that it took five years to understand and for us to start again. I’m so sorry about the pain I caused you because I wasn’t the honest person I should have been and broke a trust that was just as important as a wedding vow. That hurts more than I can ever…

If you can forgive me – even if you can’t – I’ll never do that to you again.”

This is the inflection point. Do I doubt what she offers and we go our separate ways – everything lost forever – or do I accept her love? I’m too much in love with her that I have to put all my hope on the line. “Don’t care about forgiveness. That was the old Stacy. The new Stacy has nothing to be forgiven for.”

That causes her to look at me with an expression I’ve never seen before. It looks like the world fell off her shoulders. “Oh, Ray. Ray. My love. I’m afraid I’ll never live up to your standards but I’ll try.”

She kisses me. All the kisses we have shared seemed to only be a promise to what this one is. “Holy shit, Stacy!” is all I can manage when we come up for air.

“Last night, when we had made love, there was something missing: The pall of mistrust covered me, kept me from being whole. It’s gone. I thought then that I was so much in love with you. Now I know what love really is.”

She’s crying uncontrollably. “Ray, how was I so stupid? I love you heart, body and soul.”

We return to a better use of our lips and tongues. Soon, there’s nothing between us except a thin layer of sweat. There’s no time for anything except for our joining. Going into her is like sliding into a furnace.

She throws her arms around my neck as I bottom out. She kisses me so hard that we bruise our lips. Not that we notice.

She eases up a little. “Ray, would you be upset if I want you to just hammer me? Don’t make love to me. Fuck me.”

“No, I’m never going to fuck you, never, not in a hundred years! I’m going to make love to you. That doesn’t set any limits. Hard, you’ll get.”

I slam into her so hard the bed shakes, making me think it’s one of the vibrating beds. Again. Again. When I think I’ve reached the limit, she thrusts her hips up. That does it for both of us. We explode – seems like the right word – together.

“Oh, Ray, it feels like you poured your soul into me!”

“I don’t know if there’s such a thing as a soul but I gave you a lot more than just a pussy-full of cum.”

“This is our marriage, Ray.

Till death do us part.”

“Till death do us part.” I echo.

We’re so exhausted, emotionally and physically, that we fall asleep. I awaken sometime in the middle of the night to her stroking my cock. The coupling was more sedate, each just learning what the other wanted. I’m not trying to reach climax. I’m trying to make her reach climax. She’s trying to make me climax. We found out so much about each other in 30 minutes.

She asks “When can I get off the pill?”

“I’d like nothing better that telling you “Right now” but we should wait till I have tenure. If I bust my ass with good research and teaching, then two years. At most, five.”

“You’ll bust you ass.”

“It’ll mean a lot of hours away from you.”

“We just spent five years without each other at all. You’ll be home almost every night. What’s the problem?”

We had to part again in the morning. Yesterday, it took all of my resolve to not look in the rear view mirror. Today, it takes all of my resolve to just look at the road ahead.

We text when I’m in the airport, when I get on the plane, and when I get off the plane. I call when I’m in the airport changing planes. When I finally get home, my home phone voicemail box is almost full with her messages.

Wait, I’m not 18, I’m 28. Can I really be carrying on like this? Fuck, yeah!

I grab the phone next time it rings. “Stacy!”

“Of course. Or you expecting one of our sisters?”

“Ha. Ha. Not a chance.”

“I’m already packing. Somehow, I just feel like I don’t want to bother. Just jump into the car and drive.”

“I’d like nothing better but we need to get ready for a lifetime together. Do what we need to do without leaving any burning bridges behind us.”

The night is lonely. My bed feels different tonight.

The next day I ask one of my colleagues if he could cover my classes for the rest of the week. He agrees. We’ll swap later.

I call Stacy. “I’ll be there tonight to help you pack and drive here. That work?”

“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. God, what a great surprise!”

“Bye for now. Have to make reservations. Love you and miss you so much.”

“Love you, too.”

Cost me a bundle to fly out in the afternoon. Only empty seats were in first class. Just bit my tongue and accepted them. Not the usual for a young assistant professor.

Stacy was waiting for me when I exited security. No luggage. I didn’t figure to need too many clothes.

She was so excited to see me. You’d think we’ve have been apart for months instead of one day.

As soon as we closed the door of her apartment, our clothes went flying. “Oh, Stacy, can this be real? Am I really here, holding you?”

Her answer is a kiss that erases all doubt.

We get no packing done that night. Well, at least no possessions packing.

She’s already resigned, causing some hard feeling about the quickness of it. She contacts the utility company for final meter readings. Since her lease is month to month, she just on the hook for two-weeks rent. We rent a trailer and start loading.

It’s pack and load. We get organized. One of her fellow teachers stops by to help, so it goes quickly. We finish up in the evening. We’ll leave in the morning, probably taking us 4-5 days of driving.

I sit on the remaining chair with her on my lap. “One final thing: I need to call Gloria and tell her I’m moving in with you.”

“I’m not sure how much to trust Gloria.”

“I do, completely. So, you’ll have to trust me.”

“All right.”

“You know that Gloria was serious about leaving with you?”

“Yes, I got that message. Gloria is fun. She beautiful. I didn’t love her then and never would, so we parted on reasonable terms.”

“She’s embarrassed, as much as Gloria ever can be embarrassed, by her lying to you.”

She get on the phone and put us on the speaker. “Hi, Gloria. How’s things?”

“Fine. Sorry about your dad.”

“Not too sad, though.”

“When you coming to see me?”

“Here’s the thing. It may be a long time before I can make it there.”

“Huh? What?”

“At the funeral, I met up with Ray.”

“OooKkkk?” somewhat drawn out as a question.

“I finally admitted that I love him and we reached an understanding about my deceptions.”

Silence on the line.

“I’m moving and am going to live with him. If fact, he’s here now.

“Hello, Gloria. Been a while since I’ve talked with you.”

“Ray! Holy shit, Stacy. Holy shit. Hold on a second. Need to find my jaw. It’s someplace on the floor.”

“Ha. Take all the time you need.”

“God, Stacy, I’m so happy for you. You’ve been hurting for so long. Going to miss us getting together, though.”

“Gloria, we’re just on the other coast. Pretty sure planes fly east out of SeaTac.”

“Guess they do and I’d like to get together with you, Ray. We have some unfinished business.”

“Sorry, Gloria, there’s only Stacy.”

“Got room in my bed for both of you.”

“We appreciate the offer but, Gloria, I’m not that way anymore.”

“Yeah, I know but had to try. Even if you don’t want to share my bed, I hope you’ll share my heart.”

“Goes without saying. Right, Ray?”

“Absolutely.”

“We’re leaving in the morning. U-Haul and all. It’ll take us a few days to get there. We’ll keep you up on when and where we are.”

“So, you guys are going to fuck your way across the whole US, aren’t you?”

“Damn straight! Do you think I could sit next to this hunk all day in the car and not climb all over him every night?

In fact, I’m starting now. Talk to you later, Gloria.”

Laughter sounds as long as it takes to hang up.

Gloria’s right. We do fuck and suck in as many places as we can. I admit that we even stop a couple of times in out of the way areas and exchange bodily fluids. Once, I have her bent over the hood of the car while I first lick her and then spend a glorious 15 minutes inside of her. Recon the prairie dogs got a show that evening.

We finally arrive at her new home. My new home. Our new home. The condo’s not the same because she’s here now.

It’s a struggle. Not because of her. Our relationship. We have to dance around it. We quickly find out that saying as little as possible is the best. Some of our friends know what’s going on. Some don’t. Some become ex-friends. We solve most of the governmental thing, like income tax, by filing single. She changed her name when she got married, so it helps. Costs us a little. The university health insurance allows domestic partners, so she gets coverage.

Stacy starts as a substitute teacher but quickly becomes full time. The kids love her almost as much as I do.

I work my ass off. I get lucky and one of my experiments really pays off. It results in several invited talks and a significant patent. Of course, the university get the lion’s share of the profits from its licensing but it’s more than enough for us. I also get a couple of job offers. The department counters with a proposal for promoting me to associate professor with tenure and a big raise, all within three years.

I accept and Stacy immediately goes off the pill.

Sex seems so much more satisfying since it’s possible that each load could be the ONE.

Sure enough, it takes only two months before her pee turns the stick into a blue plus.

We put a down payment on a three-bedroom house and move during spring break.

Gloria comes to visit. As she always did, her chest leads the way. She jumps into my arms and literally tackles Stacy.

Wow, she as much fun as she always was. Stacy doesn’t drink, so Gloria and I have to drink her share. We enjoy her visit and hope she comes again, especially the time when Stacy gives birth to the little girl we know she’s carrying. Nothing happens between Gloria and me, by everyone’s unspoken agreement.

When Stacy’s about four months pregnant, she gets a call from our sister, Betty. While I’m persona non grata with the family, Stacy’s in kind of a limbo. She’s not disinherited like me but she’s still an outcast. She gets communications from one or two of them at Christmas and her birthday but that’s all.

“Stacy, this is your sister, Betty.”

“Betty! This is a surprise. What can I do for you?”

“Can you contact Ray? He dropped his land line and I don’t have his cell number. I know you moved to the same general area and likely have contact with him.”

“Why do you want to contact Ray? I’m pretty sure he’s not interested in talking to you.”

“I know. That’s part of the reason I want to talk with him.”

“I don’t understand. You want to talk with him because he doesn’t want to talk with you?”

“That’s sort of it.”

“Sorry, Betty, but I can’t give you his number without a much better reason. The best I can do is to tell him you called and the number; however, I can absolutely guarantee that he won’t call you.”

Betty pauses for a few seconds. “All right, I’ll try to explain. Please don’t tell mom or any of our other sisters what I tell you.”

“Well, since I never talk with any of them, that’s an easy promise to make.”

“Stacy, I know you’re no longer a lesbian. True?”

“Yes.”

“Are you bi?”

Stacy’s getting irritated (I’m across the room watching her. I can only hear Stacy’s part.) “What does my sexual orientation have to do with your issues?”

“Well?”

“No. And good bye.” She hangs up.

“What the fuck was that all about?”

“Shit, Ray, I don’t have a fucking clue except she wants to contact you.”

“Got no interest in talking to her.”

Her phone rings again. Betty. Stacy lets it go to voice mail. When she’s left a message, we listen to it. “Stacy, I apologize for badgering you. I really need to know but I did a shit job of asking. Please give me a call. I’m sorry.”

“Feel like seeing what’s going on? Call her back. Put her on speaker?”

Stacy calls her back. “OK, Betty why do you want to talk with Ray?”

“This is hard. I’m no longer enjoying being a lesbian. You started out the same way. When you and Ray were home for that Christmas, you said you were having mixed feelings about being gay. You went back to school and somehow became straight. I know Ray had something to do with that. I want to ask some questions.”

“Err, why do you want to ask Ray and not me? After all, I have the most direct answers.”

“I guess I just think that Ray did something to you and you changed. Didn’t think you’d be objective.”

“Ray was part of it, all right, but the change was within me. A change I wanted, I initiated. Ray made sure the change stuck.”

“Maybe I understand. Maybe not but I’d still like to talk with Ray.”

“Betty, do you want to change? Is this what you really want? Not just some vague hunting expedition?”

“Stacy, if I really knew I wouldn’t be asking so many questions. But, yes, deep down inside I do want out of the life I’ve been stuck in for so long.”

“OK, will you give me your word that this is what you think you want? You don’t have to be absolutely certain but no deception.”

“Word of honor. No deception. I truly want to find out if I can change.”

“I’ll take you at your word that you really do want to change. My feeling is that you either need professional help or professional help plus Ray and I.

The big question is: What do you think has changed for you? Why the secrecy from our other sisters? Just a feeling that you’re no longer into women isn’t a big deal. You could just be burned out and need a break from the sex.”

“I,I,I,I just don’t enjoy it at all. Not the dates, not the sex, and not the lifestyle. I feel lost in quicksand. That’s why I don’t want the others to know. They’d either harass me or shun me. I’m not strong like you or Ray. I’d give in and be miserable. Or worse.”

“I’ll talk with Ray and get back to you.”

“Thanks.”

After hanging up, she says “Well?”

“Holy shit. That’s a hell of a question. It beggars the imagination that one of our sisters would say what she did. Is it a trap to get at you? There isn’t anything they can do to me.”

“How about going national with your relationship with me?”

“They could make it uncomfortable for me but they don’t have anything concrete until the baby is born. Then they could get us by DNA. Why bother? Especially if Mom is still alive. She and dad may have disowned me but we both know I’m still her son.”

“Well, that’s one possibility. Another might be to get me disowned, as well. Then you don’t inherit any part of the farm.”

“They know I don’t want any of it, so it not much of a motive.”

“Could be as simple as just wanting to make my life unpleasant. String me along that say “Fooled you!”… Probably not worth the effort.”

“Maybe she’s legit? Hard to believe one of our sisters is revolting. Oh, sorry, bad choice of words. They’re all revolting but she’s becoming less so?”

“Ray, stop it. How do we trust her? I’m nowhere like them and we know what I did.”

“Yeah, that’s the big, big question. We need some kind of show of faith… I have an idea. Ask her to come visit you. Tell her you’ll have me there. But she has to tell everyone that’s she going to visit you. If she won’t or lies about telling them, we dodge her and end it.”

“How do we know if she tells them?”

“Call mom and say you’re excited about Betty coming to visit you.”

“Outstanding!”

“Think we need to do this before you’re showing too much.”

“Let’s sleep on it. If we don’t find any flaws or a better solution, I’ll call her tomorrow and let her know. She will need to call with information of when she’s coming. Then I can call mom.”

Stacy had the pregnancy hornies. I warmed her up, unnecessary although gratifying, by sucking on her tits. They have started to get larger and more sensitive. She was a swamp by the time I got to her pussy. Her stomach acts as a backstop so her delta is also a swamp from the juice pouring out of her. I wanted to give her a couple of climaxes. One with my tongue and one with my cock. She wanted three. So, I continued to eat her to a second. We compromised on four. Two each with mouth and cock. No matter how often I make love to her, it only gets better. My cock knows every contour of her pussy; however, there’s still something new every time. Sliding into her each time feels like the first time. It’s like I’m a virgin experiencing his first pussy.

In late morning Stacy calls Betty to let her know it’s OK to visit. She gives Betty the condition that she needs to let everyone at the farm that’s she’s visiting me (Stacy).

“Why do I need to do that?”

“Sorry, Betty, it’s an act of faith. I don’t have any way of knowing your motives, so think of it as insurance against bad faith. I spoke to Ray. He said that if you come to visit me, he’ll talk with you.”

“What kind of things do you think I could do?”

“Betty, honestly I don’t know. Thirty years of mistrust just make me cautious. OK?”

“All right. I’ll call with my schedule.”

Betty does call later in the day with her schedule. She will leave on Friday so we can have the weekend.

On Thursday Stacy calls mom. “Mom, this is Stacy. I just wanted to let you know that I’m excited that Betty’s coming to see me.”

“Stacy, baby, it’s good to hear from you. Yes, the decision to visit you was a surprise. It was a good one, even if a couple of your sisters didn’t like it. She tried to get them to come, too. No takers.”

Stacy and mom talked another 10 minutes before Stacy had to go to a staff meeting.

Stacy and I spend hours talking about the impending visit. We agree that she will pick up Betty at the airport and bring her here. “Stacy, she’s going to figure out that we’re living together as soon as she walks in.”

“We’ll remove all overt items, like mutual pictures. She can guess but they’ll be no confirmation till we decide on it. You sit in the back of the kitchen where it isn’t visible to anybody in the living room. You’ll be able to hear everything.”

“I don’t really like to be a spy.”

“Tough shit. It’s either that or you be waiting in the living room.”

“Guess I’m a spy for a while.”

“Now that that’s settled, come over here and fuck my brains out.”

“Never happen. No matter how hard or often I make love to you your brain keeps functioning.”

“Well?” End of rational vocal.

Betty’s plane arrives on time. Stacy doesn’t have trouble recognizing her, although she changed a lot since the last time Stacy saw her. Betty was always on the plump side. At 5’3″ she normally weighed about 130-140. Now, pushing 40, she has lost all the excess flesh. She’s now slender, just barely above skinny. She’s still beautiful. “Betty, you look great.”

“So do you, Stacy. Looks like you’re eating right.” Stacy is just beginning to show her pregnancy. At this time it looks like she just has a slight rounding of her stomach.

When they come in the door, I can hear Betty’s comments. It’s pretty obvious that she suspects that Stacy’s living with a man. Maybe not with me, but certainly there’s too much masculine presence to ignore.

“Would like something to drink or eat? Have beer, wine, soda, coffee…”

“Coffee would be great. Black, no sugar.”

Stacy gives me a little kiss before getting the coffee pot going. “Like a cookie?”

“Sure. The airlines don’t give you much these days.”

“I don’t travel much, so haven’t noticed.”

“OK. Betty before we talk about why you’re here, I need to say something. The biggest mistake I’ve ever made and one that almost completely ruined my and Ray’s lives, is that I ignored Ray’s advice. He said don’t lie to yourself. You understand?”

“Not exactly.”

“It’s pretty much self-evident but what it boils down to is to not try to talk yourself into any position that you really don’t want. Don’t tell yourself you don’t love somebody when you know deep down that you do. OK?”

“Think I get it.”

“If you’re not honest with yourself, then we’ll just shoot the bull for a while and I’ll take you back to the airport. If you’re not honest with yourself, you’ll never be honest with me. I learned a lot from Ray. One thing Ray and I value above everything is a person’s word. Just like Dad. Remember? Don’t ever be stupid and doubt that.

OK, I’ve said too much.”

“Stacy, I think I understand. I promise I’ll try to not lie to myself. I still think I need to contact Ray. I have this feeling that he’s the catalyst.”

“Guess we’ll have to trust you… Ray?”

I walk out. “Hi, Betty.”

Betty stands and actually gives me a hug! “I knew a man lives here but didn’t think it’s you.”

“We’ve lived together since dad’s funeral.”

“You’ve done a good job of hiding it. None of us suspected.”

“Please don’t enlighten anyone.”

“I won’t.”

“Betty, what do you want from us? You know neither Ray nor I want anything to do with the family, other than an occasional phone call with mom?”

Betty tears up. “I’m sorry. I was a part of the family that made life miserable for Ray and not much better for you. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.”

“Why this epiphany?”

“It wasn’t a sudden thing. I just felt out of touch with everything than seemed important. Sex with women wasn’t satisfying…You probably guessed that we have lots of sisterly incest. We tried to keep you, Stacy, in the dark. None of us ever felt you were interested.”

“Ray and I guessed. I had no sexual interest in any sister.”

“I started staying home when everyone went into town to pick up action. I didn’t react when our sisters or their girlfriends hit on me. That caused some grumbling but they mostly put it down to a temporary loss of libido. I know there’s more to it. I still have a lot of libido but satisfy myself with myself and my toys.

Led to thoughts like if I don’t like girls, do I like boys? Forty years of being a lesbian is a jail that I’m not sure I can break out of. I don’t think I’m asexual as I still have desires for sex and affection.”

Stacy interrupts here. “Don’t lie to yourself now. Look inside.”

“I can’t. I can’t do it by myself. That’s why I’m here.” The tears are really pouring.

Stacy gently lays a hand on Betty’s arm and just as gently says “We’ll do everything we can to help.”

“Thank you, both. I know after how I treated you, I don’t deserve anything.”

“You’re still our sister.” – Stacy

“Where to begin?

“Betty, when I was in a similar position, uncertainty about my sexual orientation, Ray took me to a psychologist, Dr. Susan. It was very good in that it got me to look inside myself to sort out my feelings. It was also very bad because she let me convince myself that incest with my brother was bad. She had me lie to myself. That came close to killing both Ray and myself. Don’t lie to yourself. You have to follow where it leads to, no matter how beautiful or how repellent. Can you do that?

“How the fuck can I answer that? I don’t know where I’m going. Please help me.”

I answer “Betty, we have to take this one baby step at a time. Can I ask a few questions? Maybe lead to something we can get a handle on?”

“You said that you don’t seem to have any desire for women but that you’re not asexual. Does this mean that you have a desire for men?”

“I don’t know. I mean that a desire for women just seemed to be natural. They look and feel like me. We think alike. We react alike. Men just seem foreign.”

“Have you ever watched straight porn?”

She looked a little embarrassed and nodded her head.

“How did it make you feel?”

“Not sure what you mean.”

Stacy jumps in “Did it arouse you?”

“Yes.”

“What part? The woman or the man or the act itself?”

“I guess all of it. I’ve been conditioned to love women all my life, so I think I should get turned on by a woman. The man is…Not sure how to say it. Intriguing? So different? Ten years ago I would have been strongly repelled by a picture of a naked man, especially if he was erect. I don’t feel that way now. So, yes, in all honesty I find it exciting.”

“Betty, I’m not a psychologist. You should see one. When I was as confused as you are now, Ray made me go to one. I could easily make things a lot worse.”

“Stacy, I trust you and by extension, Ray. I don’t think I can open up with a stranger. Especially after you said Dr. Susan messed you up. Can we continue?”

“Let me talk this over with Ray.”

Stacy and I go into my bedroom. “Well?” She says.

“I can’t engage with her. Too distant. I think she needs professional help. If this continues, it’ll all be on you.”

“I can’t do it all alone. I’ll need your help sometime, like when Dr. Susan brought you in to talk to. I’d like to try. Will you help as much as you can?”

“Of course. I’ll follow you to the ends of the Earth. One thing: Your love for me was part of the solution. Betty doesn’t have a male to fix on, so it’ll likely be me. How do you feel about this? About the prospect that she will need to have sex with me?”

Stacy pauses a moment. “Guess we’ll just have to see where this goes.”

“My love, I only love you. I don’t want anyone else, especially not my sister. I’m a male, she’s a good looking female, and my dick doesn’t have a conscience. How would you feel if I were in the spare bedroom fucking Betty? I really don’t want to fuck her.”

“Ray, not lying to myself or you, it would probably hurt like hell. But if it gets her out of the hell she’s in…I’ll have to wait and see.”

“It may never come to that but keep that in the back of your brilliant mind. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Ray, you’re so good for me. You’re my life.”

“You’re mine, as well.”

“Till death do us part”

“Till death do us part.”

Stacy get up from the bed. “Stacy, I’ll stay in here or otherwise out of your way. Just call me when you need me.”

I get a kiss that makes me want to not let her leave the bedroom.

I go back to the lab. Stacy spends more than three hours with Betty. When I return we have dinner and put an exhausted Betty into the guest bed room.

“Should I ask how things are going or do you want me to keep my nose out of it?”

“Ray, I trust you with my life; however, Betty doesn’t – yet. I do want to talk some things over, so I’ll skip a lot. OK?”

“Sure.”

“She’s really confused. You know how hard it was for me. Just imagine you’ve lived that life for 40 years. How to change something so fundamental? I agree with you that she needs a professional but she’s absolutely adamant that she won’t see one. God, does this put me on the spot!”

“I wish you weren’t on the spot either. I’ll help as best I can but you know it’s for you, not her. You might feel bad if you bail but I wouldn’t.”

“She’s your sister, too.”

“Ask me if I care.”

“Ray, I’ve started this, so want to see it through. Will you help?”

“I don’t know what “see it through” means. It’s open ended. I’ll help YOU. If she benefits from it, much the better.”

“Good enough. What I’m very sure of is that’s she’s no longer interested in being a lesbian. She might be bi or it may only be a transition. She is very curious about men. There’s a big trust issue, though. I think if she had somebody like you, it’d be a lot easier. Not necessarily you, though, just somebody to give her the support and love like you gave me when I finished up being a shit.”

“I can understand that, even if I can’t help her.”

“I think she’s trying so hard to not lie to herself that she obscuring many issues.” She pauses.

“OK, enough. Let’s go to bed.”

“Yes! You’ll have to be a little quieter than normal tonight, unless hornies have faded.”

“No way, lover. Quiet it is.”

I know she’s had a rough time being a therapist, so I start out gently. Sucking her nipples, trying to ramp her up for when the baby needs her tits. Will I like the taste of milk as much as I like the taste of her tits and other skin? She’s humming, gradually getting louder. Pushing my head harder into her and pushing her tits harder into my mouth. A gentle push on the top of my head sends me lower.

She now has both labia pierced so I can use the rings to pull her lips apart. She’s always very wet but tonight more so. I’ll not complain. I love her juice and keep trying to have her fill a bottle so I can have it for breakfast. Alas, she says it’s not good cold and that I need it fresh. I’m easily convinced.

I lap her to two orgasms before I enter her. She cries out a little lower than normal but still sufficient to raise my pulse into cardiac territory. Even after all these years, she’s still as hot, wet and tight as she was the first time we had sex. She pushes me off. “Doggie.”

It seems like no time passes before we both explode. I’m careful to not fall down on top of her. “Soon we’re going to have to find new positions when your belly gets too big.”

“I can’t wait.”

In the morning we have breakfast together. I go into the lab. They resume talking. I call about noon “Want to take a break and go for lunch?”

Agreement.

“I’ll pick you up in 15 minutes. OK?”

“We’ll be waiting.”

We discuss nothing of importance over lunch. Betty tells us a little about farm happenings, mainly about how mom is doing (Great) and the cost of farming (High). I drop them back home and return to the lab.

Finally, about 5:30 Stacy calls me and asks me to come home for dinner. “On the way.” I’m actually reluctant to go home. Part because I don’t want to quit what I’m doing at the lab and part because of what may be awaiting me.

Stacy greets me at the door with a kiss and a smile. Guess nothing’s too bad. We have dinner at home, much more relaxed than lunch. We’re all kind of hungry so there’s little chit chat. After washing dishes we move into the living room. Stacy says “We have a favor to ask from you.”

I look at their faces and don’t see any end-of-the-world expressions, so maybe it won’t be too bad. “What do you want?”

“You remember we lived together for a year before disaster happened?”

“Can’t forget.”

“Betty and I know we can’t sort things out in one weekend, so can she stay longer?”

“Of course. Err, how much is longer?”

Pause “A few months.”

I don’t hesitate “Sure. That all?”

“Thank you.” “Thanks, Ray.” I get from each.

So, that sets our schedule. Betty call the farm and says she’s staying for a few months. Has to hold the phone away from her ear at the response from our eldest sister but there’s not much anyone there can do, especially when mom says it sound like a good idea.

Betty and Stacy go to the mall to get things for Betty and pick up a “few things” for the baby. Betty hasn’t said anything about Stacy being pregnant with my child. Either she’s ignoring it or they reached an agreement during their talks.

Betty and Stacy continue their sessions. Less intense, I think, and surely less often. Stacy teaches grade school so Betty is pretty much left to her own devices during the day. One day she asks me “Ray, can I take classes at the university? I’ve got two years of credits, one in residence and one remote.”

“Don’t see why not. Come in with me tomorrow and I’ll take you over to the registrar.”

Betty gets enrolled as a transfer student and a program for those who have been out of school for a long time – mature students. Since the semester has already started she just sits in a couple of classes with the instructors’ permission. This gives her something to do.

Meanwhile, Stacy just gets bigger and bigger. Betty now becomes useful because there starts to be things Stacy can’t easily do. I can see changes in Betty’s attitude. She has become much friendlier to me and less hesitant to be around me when we’re alone. Less hesitant to touch me. I now start getting hugs and kisses on cheeks. This makes me uneasy, not because I don’t like the change but because of the direction I see this going.

When Stacy is starting her ninth month, she’s lying next to me after a round of convoluted sex. “Ray, I have a giant favor to ask of you.”

“I know what you’re going to ask. The answer is no.”

“Ray, let me say something. Betty and I have grown to actually like each other. She likes you, as well. Trusts you. She needs to make one giant step…”

“No.”

“You’ve always said you’d do anything for me. Don’t you mean that anymore?”

“Stacy, that unfair and really hurts. I love you and will do anything for you, but please don’t ask me to do this. It will hurt you and I’d rather die than hurt you.”

“Ray, baby, I want to help Betty. I think she can become a real person. I’m not thrilled about this either but I can’t help wanting to help her. Please?”

“Oh, shit. You’ve put me in an impossible situation. Can I sleep on it and answer you in the morning?”

“Yes, of course.”

Seriously doubt I got any sleep. Feeling Stacy’s body pushing into mine. Feeling and hearing her give unmistakable indications of her love. I can’t push her away again.

She wakes up with me and simply looks at me. I just nod. She pulls me in as close as she can.

I go to the lab, sleepy. Nothing new for an experimental physicist. Fortunately, I don’t have any classes to teach today.

It’s with some trepidation that I return home for dinner. Both Stacy and Betty greet me with big smiles and welcome me with the aroma of steaks on the grill. Stacy doesn’t let things settle. She doesn’t know what the back burner means.

OK, so it isn’t going to be a hideous task. Betty is nearing 40 and that only enhances her beauty. She’s slender with nice sized tits. Tonight, she’s braless and has a touch of makeup. I know that one of the first things Stacy had her do was go on birth control – the same thing that she herself did back when she started with Dr. Susan.

We have a very enjoyable dinner. Betty and I have wine and take the rest of the bottle into the living room. I take my usual place on the sofa where Stacy and I usually reside. Stacy goes into the loveseat and Betty sits next to me. I look at Stacy. She nods. I lean over and kiss Betty. A real kiss.

Betty moans and sticks her tongue into my mouth. My hands hold her face to me and I gently rub the sides of her face with my thumbs. Soon, my hands wander down to caress her tits. Her nipples are impossibly hard. One button opened and my hand goes inside of her shirt onto warm flesh. Her moans increase in volume. The hard nipple digs into my palm as I hold her tit. Bending my wrist, I engage the other one – just as hard a nipple and as soft a breast. She’s much bigger than Stacy, so my hand barely covers her tit.

Her hand goes down my back and reaches into the back of my jeans, trying to feel my ass. Using my other hand, I reciprocate. Her jeans are much looser and I don’t feel any panties. Just enough room to get a tantalizing feel. I give that up for now and reach for her crotch. Not easy to feel much through her jeans but her pants are wet! Holy, shit she must be really turned on. Can she really have been gay?

She stretches her legs out so that her jeans can be unbuttoned. Freeing up my hands, I unbutton and unzip her pants. Pulling them down releases her essence. Her smell is similar to Stacy’s but different enough that I can’t wait to taste her. She’s completely unshaved. My finger splits her labia, causing her to pull her mouth from mine and moan loudly. My hand moves through her damp jungle.

The temperature in the room is skyrocketing. I look over at Stacy. She has her yoga pants down around her knees and her hand buried in her crotch. Her eyes open and she mouths “our bedroom”.

I completely skin off Betty’s pants and pick her up. Stacy pulls her pants back up and waddles after us to our bedroom.

Throwing Betty on the bed, almost falling on her when she’s slow to release my neck. My clothes hit the floor and so does Betty’s shirt as she sits up on the bed. Stacy sits down in the chair, removing her yoga pants. Her eyes are bright and she’s only looking at me. So is Betty. “I’ve never seen a hard one before in real life, only your tiny one when you were a baby. It’s a little larger and firmer now.”

She reaches out to put her hand around it. “Strange texture. So soft on the outside, such a hard interior. Can I suck it?”

I move closer and she gingerly licks the head. Deciding it doesn’t taste bad she opens her mouth and admits the head. She looks first at me then Stacy. Stacy is vigorously nodding her head, encouraging Betty. I smile and push a little more in her mouth. She looks momentarily confused but then it seems to dawn on her what she’s supposed to do. Pretty sure Stacy had her train on something.

Betty’s mouth is hot and full of saliva as she starts moving up and down. “Yes, just like that Betty.” Comes from Stacy.

The knowledge that I getting a virgin mouth is very exciting. So much so that I know I won’t last long. Betty gently reaches from the base of my cock to my balls. Guess she had enough instruction that she’s very gentle in her exploration. Betty’s getting as excited as I am. She’s trying to fill the room with her aroma but she’s not outcompeting Stacy in that regard. There’s enough pheromones in the room to cause an orgy among statues.

I look at Stacy. She quickly understands that I’m about to cum, so where do I unload. “Betty, he’s about to cum. Pull back so only the head is in your mouth. Swallow as fast as you can when he squirts.”

She does and I do. She swallows every drop, even licking her lips when I pull out. “It doesn’t taste bad. Kind of a strange texture but I can easily get used to it.”

Stacy doesn’t say anything, only moans, because she’s also cumming.

I can’t resist Stacy, pulling her to the edge of the chair to lick her. Since she cums the second time much quicker than the first, it only takes a few licks before she explodes again. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”

Betty’s watching closely. I tell her. “Now it’s your turn.”

I know she’s been eaten by experts, so I can only hope that Stacy’s taught me enough to not flash my hash. I push her over and spread her legs. Juice is running down both legs. Her lips are spread slightly, fat juicy ones. I miss the rings that Stacy has that are so useful in holding her pussy open. I part the jungle and dive in. I just start licking and sucking for all I’m worth. I avoid her crinkled star because there’s no way for me to know if that’s OK with her. There’re plenty of other attractions.

It doesn’t take her long to climax. Unlike Stacy, she’s silent except for a drawn out exhalation. She bucks up strongly into my face and floods me with juice. As soon as her ass falls back into bed I start licking again.

Like Stacy (Does it run in the family?) she cums again very fast. Her hands on my head stop me from further effort.

“I’m ready – inside me please.”

I’m apprehensive. If I don’t do a credible job everything Stacy has done with her might be lost. Rubbing the head at her entrance gets her attention. Surprisingly, she doesn’t tense up. Of course, her cherry was long ago broached by toys, so there shouldn’t be any pain.

I slide slowly in. “It feels so good. So different from a dildo. Oh, God. Why did I wait this long to feel this?”

She starts bucking up at me so hard and squirming around that I have trouble keeping it in so I roll over, keeping the attachment. Now she goes wild! She slams her hips down, then pulls up so fast that I keep falling out. She moves one hand to hold onto the base of my cock to keep it aligned. This is so different from Stacy. Stacy and I make love, Betty’s just fucking the shit out of me.

It’s so intense that it can’t last long. She slams down one final time and I cum in her. Her eyes get wide when she feel the jets and explodes in a colossal climax.

It takes us the better part of an hour for all three of us to recover enough to feel like moving. I push Betty over to the right side, move over next to her and Stacy moves into the little spoon position: sister sandwich. I whisper in Stacy’s ear. “I love you, babe.”

She responds “I love you, too. I’ll never be able to thank you enough.”

Betty enters with “I love both of you and don’t know how to thank you.”

Despite the crowding, we all sleep through the night.

Before we get out of bed I admit to being a little confused about how she became so turned on by a male when she’s never experienced heterosexual love. It seemed a sudden jump and, if I hadn’t experienced it first hand, wouldn’t have believed it possible.

“Betty, how did you get so excited after never before experiencing any of what we did?”

“Ray, I have a good imagination and Stacy is a very good story-teller. She made everything that was going to happen seem so vivid.”

Stacy gets a little embarrassed.

In the morning, Betty goes down to the shower attached to the guest room. Stacy and I get into ours. “Ray, you’re amazing. I know you really didn’t want to make love to Betty. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Pretty sure all of our sessions haven’t been wasted.”

“I love you and will do anything for you, even this. Have to admit that I enjoyed it. Do we need to repeat?”

“Once more, please, my love. She needs to see it wasn’t a fluke and I think you should show her some anal action.”

“Only for you.” As I kiss her with all the passion in me.

Betty and I do have another session, including anal, under Stacy’s watchful eye. I don’t fuck her ass, though, only lick it enough that she experiences a climax.

As we are lying in bed recovering, Stacy tells Betty. “Betty, now you know what straight sex is like with somebody who cares for you and who you trust. Now imagine it with somebody who loves you heart and soul and who you love as much. It’s ten times better.

Unfortunately, this is the end between you and Ray. Ray loves you as a sister. There’ll never be the love that he and I have for each other. You need to find the one who rocks your world.”

“Stacy, I understand. I’ll move out at the end of the week.”

“Who said anything about you moving out? You can stay here for the rest of your life as long as you respect Ray’s and my love for each other. If you can resist temptation, I’ll keep Ray occupied so he won’t be tempted.”

“I’d love to stay. Pretty sure I can hold out till I find a substitute for Ray. I’d really like to be here for the baby.”

Stacy turns her stomach into me and reaches over to squeeze Betty’s hand. “We really do want you here and in our lives.”

“You got it.”

“Will you two shut up so I can go to sleep?” That earns me a whack from both sides.

All of the sex stuff out of the way, we fall into a very relaxed atmosphere. Betty and I know the boundaries but frequently flirt with them. Nothing serious. Fortunately, Betty didn’t make the mistakes Stacy did when she changed – no unquenchable thirst for cock or drink.

Our little Jennifer is born healthy and screaming – all 8 pounds of her. Wow, is she beautiful! Betty’s such a help that Stacy almost has a vacation. Her only job is breast feeding Jennifer, competing with her father for the tit.

Gloria shows up two weeks after the birth. She’s heard about Betty but is taken aback when she first meets her. “I know Ray told me that all of his sisters are beautiful but you certainly prove him true. I’m really glad to meet you.” Gloria never stops flirting.

Betty says “Happy to meet you, too. Heard all about you from the proud parents.

Gloria, you are as beautiful as they led me to believe; however, I’m not gay or bi any longer.”

“Rats, all the pretty ones are taken. Ray, you’ve got to stop converting them. Or maybe convert me?”

We all laugh like hell at that.

Of course, Gloria also flirts with me. She knows that Stacy can’t have sex for at least a month after Jennifer was born, so she’s after me at, what she thinks, is a most vulnerable time. Doesn’t work, as I’m sure she anticipated, just makes Stacy find other ways to keep me occupied.

After Gloria leaves, we settle into what feels like a family – a real family. Something foreign to me.

Stacy is on maternity leave and will resign when it expires. Betty starts classes. She sticks out somewhat, being almost twice the age of her fellow students. She meets a recently widowed history professor and they start dating seriously. She doesn’t rush into anything but Stacy and I can see the stars in her eyes and the writing on the wall.

They push the button after dating and living together for a year and get married. She informs the rest of the family after the fact. To say they’re unhappy would be to state the obvious but they’re not so unhappy as to disown her. Mom is actually pleased with it – she might become a grandmother after all.

Needless to say, nothing of our status is ever communicated to the farm so mom never learns she’s already a grandmother. While it might seem cruel to keep her in the dark, we fear the possible consequences. Even if we left out my role in the deed, she would insist on Stacy visiting or her coming here. Too many possibilities for major problems. No way are we ever bringing, even temporarily, a child into that toxic environment.

Our son, Anthony, is also born with a healthy pair of lungs and just as big. His older sister, by three years, immediately claims him as her own. She does allow mom to feed him and mom and dad to change his dirty diapers…

I rise in the department to full professor, then department head. Stacy goes back to teaching when the kids start school. We’re simply a run-of-the-mill family. We don’t advertise that we’re siblings but many people know. Some become ex-friends and some could care less.

Mom is getting old and weak. Occasionally, Stacy and Betty visit. I babysit for ours and Betty’s one. At one point they, meaning all seven sisters, get involved in a discussion about mom’s will. Mom is involved so it’s not too creepy. Mom want to divide up the estate in eight equal parts. Stacy and Betty say they don’t want anything. Stacy says she can contact me and ask if want to be involved. This sets off the sisters as they say I’ve been disinherited. Mom says she still makes the decisions. Stacy texts me. I text her back with “I renounce any claim to any part of the farm.”

That’s settled. The three of us are out.

The kids are now 12 and 9. We insist that they sit down to dinner every night, even if I’m not there. It keeps the family in contact. Sometimes Betty and her husband come over so the cousins can get together.

As dinner is finishing, I say “I have to introduce the colloquium speaker tomorrow, an Egyptian professor. I’ll leave after that and pick up the kids at school, then you, and then we’ll go to an early dinner.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ve got a game planed for tonight.”

“Let me guess: chess?”

“One letter wrong.”

We go to bed early. I spend a lot of time on her “chess” before tasting her for the thousandth time. No matter, she still tastes wonderful. She also feels wonderful when I slide into her. It just never gets old.

STACY:

On May 27 Ray went up on the podium to introduce the speaker. A terrorist exploded the bomb concealed in the lectern. My darling Ray died instantly.

Till death do us part.

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