Loading...(I have to thank my editor Tinkz for her work on this story… Please enjoy your read and I do hope you like it, it was an odd topic for me to write about and had to have several conversations with a dear friend of mine her only condition in helping me was to remain nameless. Both she and her partner have read this and with a knowing smile have figured out which one is which in this story.)
Joe had told Misha one day they were blessed. That remark had been greeted with some disdain on her part. He understood now of course; but when they were younger and growing up together, Joe didn’t know then there was actually a difference between them. Other than Misha was a girl of course, and in his eyes, a stunning one at that. It was as they grew, they discovered that geography counted. To them, where they lived meant little, if anything. It was just a route taken, to get to each other on the weekends and school breaks.
But as the years past and their friendship grew into a strong bond, they were both brave enough to admit it to each other… love. It was about that time the words “trailer trash” came into use around them. Both of them were born at a time when they were told all men were created equal, just as long as they lived in a house with a picket fence rather than a trailer park. To Misha it was home, a community. Amongst dear friends that looked out for each other and where you could walk at night and never be afraid of the shadows.
Misha was proud of the label trailer trash. They had more going for them than house dwellers ever had. It was halfway through the semester term, when a new girl came to their school. Becky Marshal. Misha took one look at her as they passed each other in the hall and mumbled the words ‘Barbie doll’. It was the bloodiest fight between two girls in the schools history, yet that day there were also two winners. Out of that cat fight, there was a form of mutual respect between them. Once the bruising and swelling had gone down of course.
Not once in the rest of the time at school were the words trailer trash ever mentioned again around Misha, and both girls actually became good friends. Now, Joe had two women to look out for. Well, it was more a part time job if anything. Both girls had tried out for the cheerleader team. Becky got in, Misha didn’t. On hearing the news, Becky refused the invitation and stuck by Misha and the bond between them grew. With the coming of summer all three were now inseparable.
Becky and Misha teased Joe terribly, and he loved looking out for them both. An odd trio indeed, with the passing of the years it was at Becky’s parents insistence that she went to a college six hundred miles away. Misha and Joe stayed local. The communications network between them all became very ingenious and six hundred miles just seemed up the road to them, with college and summer breaks, Becky refused her parents wishes and continued to be part of the trio.
Misha’s nineteenth birthday was looming. Becky had called Joe and told him what she wanted to give Becky for her birthday. There was a silence on the phone. At one point, she asked if he was still there. Joe asked her if going to a college that far away had done something to her head. It took her two days of phone calls to get him to agree to help with her present. Threatening at one stage to leave college and come to see Joe in person.
It was Misha’s wish that her birthday was just a family barbeque. The families agreed, and left it at that. Everyone expected to see Becky at the party. She called and let Misha know that she was held up in college, so couldn’t make it. Misha put a brave face on it and both families rallied around; the sun had even made a guest appearance. Joe could tell she missed Becky not being there, and felt guilty that he had such a secret from her. Deceiving her was new ground for him and he didn’t like it.
Joe let both parents know that he was taking Misha for a drive and would be back late. She quizzed him at length about where they were going. Joe stuck to his promise to Becky and kept tight lipped. After a half hour drive, they pulled into a motel outside town. He opened the car door for her and walked to room twenty seven, knocked once and opened the door. Misha looked at him shrugged her shoulders and entered the room.
As soon as the door was closed a light came on by the bedside, Becky was laying on the bed naked as the day she was born. Both girls looked at each other smiled and nodded.
Then Becky said, “There has been a change of plan Joe,”
Joe looked at Becky. Seeing her naked was nothing new to him, all three had spent all their summers’ skinny dipping up at Anders creek. They had grown up seeing the transformation puberty had done to their bodies. All three of them were comfortable around each other naked. He wasn’t sure why she was naked now though. Then he noticed Misha getting undressed and then lay next to Becky.
Misha answered Joe’s questioning look “I’m pleased you can keep such a secret Joe. You see I talked to Becky and it turns out we both want the same thing for our birthday, so your going to help us. We’re all virgins here Joe, we want this night to be ours and we want all three of us to lose our virginity to each other.”
They had often spoken about this, but they had done so as the trio. Joe sat on the end of the bed, not sure what to say, both girls came across the bed and sat with him; Becky leaned in and kissed his cheek.
Then said, “The thing is Joe, we know we said there was no rush to lose our virginity. Misha agrees with me, but we want the one person who matters to both of us to be involved. You see we both love you dearly and we both know you feel the same way about us as well. Make love to us Joe, make us women and we will make you a man.”
He looked at Misha, she nodded and said, “Were both on the pill Joe, and have been for some months. We want and need you. We’re the trio. Everything together.”
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Joe was nervous, he had dreamed of this day of course but now that it was here, his mind was a complete blank. He had in front of him every man’s dream. Two women that wanted sex with him and his penis gave him away. Both the girls noticed and had smiles on their faces, as they pulled Joe onto the bed and stripped him. Becky had already decided that since it was Misha’s birthday. She was going first, so she pushed her onto her back. As she fell giggling onto the bed, it seemed to break any tension that was left in the room. Becky took up position by Misha’s head and held her best friends hand.
The longer she looked into the deep blue of Misha’s eyes, the warmer her pussy became. Her skin started to tingle; she heard her heart beat loud in her ears. Becky was feeling a little giddy. She again looked into Misha’s eyes. There was something there, a lust of the moment, a need perhaps. Becky had never thought herself a lesbian, in fact she steered clear of that scene in her college. But she suddenly had this overwhelming urge to kiss her. Becky leaned down. Misha’s eyes had never left Becky’s face. Both girls were now seeing the true and undeniable lust that now fed off the moments to come. Misha’s other hand now moved behind Becky’s head pulling her towards her waiting lips.
Joe watched for a few seconds at what the girls were doing, his penis now rock solid. He had now positioned himself between Misha’s legs and was gently kissing his way down her stomach, and stopped momentarily at her pubic bone. Even her distraction with Becky, Misha noticed the pause and was having none of it. All three had come this far. Tonight was the night when those unanswered questions, the half glimpses, and the longer than needed touches between them were all finally going to be answered. Gently she lifted her hips so her pubic bone again connected with Joe’s lips.
He got the message and continued to kiss her. She felt so warm and smelled so sexy. He thought it impossible, but could his cock have gotten any harder? This woman he had loved from the age of ten was finally his. He tried so hard to be patient and not spoil things for them all. Slowly, he parted her labia, and a small trickle of clear liquid freely ran past his fingers. He gently blew into the space. Misha tensed and softly moaned. Joe needed to taste her. He ran his tongue into the gap he had formed with his fingers; again she went rigid and moaned. Suddenly, he felt her hand on his head. Misha now had a hand full of his hair and was pulling his head up.
“I’ve waited years for this; I need you in me now. We can enjoy each other later. Just give it to me, please Joe, please.” The hoarseness of her voice just added more to her beauty.
Her words touched Joe deeply. He placed both her legs onto his shoulders and raised himself to his knees. Holding her hips, he pushed his cock up against her pussy lips and rubbed, up and down in a gyrating rhythm for a few seconds, causing Misha to growl “Pleeasee” Finally, Joe slightly pushed against her lips. They parted causing more of her juices to ooze from her as Misha tried to push herself down on him. She was getting impatient and frustrated. Misha could feel him, her pussy lips sending shock waves up her body as they parted ever so slightly and stayed open. The head of his cock was now soaked with her juices ready for that journey into her womanhood. Slowly he pushed into her tight vagina, going all the way into her hot, deep channel.
Misha broke their kiss with Becky again, looked into her eyes and said. “Oh fuck, this was worth the wait. You need this, we both need this, everything together Becky.”
Becky felt her chest go warm, then her neck and finally her face. The warmth between her legs was increasing now. Becky felt a slight tickling sensation run down her inner thigh. She placed her hand there and felt its dampness. Becky held her hand out towards Misha so she could also see. Her hand was wet and glistened in the rooms light. She could smell her sweet musk, and her cheeks burned her face as Misha then ran the tip of her tongue along one part of her hand. Becky felt her insides do a tumble. When she looked down, she began to watch silently what Misha was doing, her body moving with Joe’s thrusts into her. Lovingly, she held her hand over Misha’s mouth and watched as she then licked it clean.
Becky’s other hand had now roamed Misha’s body, stopping at her pubic bone, and her fingers finding Misha’s clit and gently rubbing it. Misha’s body continued to move with Joe’s gentle thrust, her small breast seemed to catch Becky’s attention now, her nipples the size of the tip of her little finger and incredibly hard. Becky lowered her head to Misha’s breast and clamped her teeth onto one of her nipples. Becky heard Misha suck in air, and lightly whimper at the stabs of pain and pleasure coursing through her when Becky gently bit then sucked hard on her nipple.
The whole scene in front of Joe was so erotic. Now, holding Misha’s hips and with one final thrust as deep into her as he could go, he came. Hard. Misha followed with such a screaming orgasm that Becky had to clamp her hand over her mouth so the noise didn’t get them all thrown out of the motel. Joe tried so hard to force as much of himself into Misha that night, he had given her everything of himself, he just wished there was more to give.
Reluctantly Joe slipped out of Misha’s panting body. Becky knew she had to act quickly. Misha in her state was of little use at the moment, so she pushed Joe onto the bed, sat across him and with a smile on her face lowered her breast to his lips. Joe sucked greedily on her hard, sensitive nipple and let his hand roam to the other one running it between finger and thumb. Lights played across her eyes at that moment, her breathing became erratic. Becky’s pussy felt so warm now.
So many sensations were coursing through her entire body. Part of her wanted to put her hand between her legs, to help relieve her state of arousal. Suddenly Joe groaned. Becky looked behind her. Misha had Joe in her mouth and was bringing his cock back to life again. She winked at Becky who wanted so much to close her eyes now and let her mind take in all that was going on, but she was transfixed on Misha. Misha had raised her arm and in a slow arc had now slapped Becky’s ass, the tingle from that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, her hand didn’t stop there, and it slowly worked its way down the crack of her ass.
Stopping momentarily at her hole, Misha pushed a finger into it. Becky’s body shocked her as it instinctively tried to lower itself onto Misha finger. Becky had difficulty breathing now. She knew her own orgasm was close. She raised herself away from Joe and lowered herself down his body. Misha lifted her head from Joe’s now hard penis and guided it into Becky’s pussy. Misha released his manhood at the last second. Before Becky devoured all of him in one go. Becky stood no chance now, she had to close her eyes.
She finally had Joe inside her and it felt so wonderful. Her vaginal walls were clamping tightly on his manhood, the warmth of him inside her felt so good. Becky felt her orgasm build inside of her and she felt cheated. She wanted this feeling to last so much longer. The heat of his body was nestled so tightly against her moist pussy lips, and then radiated through her body, her nipples felt so much harder than before. She wanted Joe to bite them again, to feel his teeth pull them; tease them, to hurt them.
Becky tried to speak, to make Joe understand and help relieve her need. But there was no voice in her, just the pounding in her ears, and the feeling of her heart wanting to explode out of her chest. Her breathing quickened as she tried so desperately to fend off her own orgasm. If anyone in that room was capable of reading her mind that night it must have been Misha. Becky was on the verge of surrendering to her orgasm now, when she felt another stinging slap on her ass.
That distraction made Becky open her eyes and caused her mind to grab back some semblance of control over her body. A mini orgasm took her for a second, before she could keep her control. Again, her new found lubrication was adding yet more pleasure as she would raise herself up from Joe and then slowly, tenderly lower herself back down on him. That glorious feeling as Joe’s manhood pushed into her, parting her vaginal walls, prying them apart, reaching those places that she knew were finally his, that friction adding to Becky’s immense joy.
A moan escaped her lips. “If this is heaven I want a one way ticket.” she managed to say.
Joe held her shoulders and twisted on the bed, Becky was now on her back her legs instinctively locked around Joe as he pounded into her as hard as he could. Becky’s body screamed with pleasure, yet her mind wanted her, needed her to do something else, she was distracted now. At a moment when her orgasm should be hers, it was denied because her mind refused to process what was going on in front of her. Then she noticed what her mind had been telling her for so long now, yet she had chosen to ignore.
There was a drip, drop on her forehead. She opened her eyes, and to her surprise, Misha had straddled her face and had a mischievous smile. Misha and Joe’s cum were leaking from her pussy. Becky’s mind had totally short circuited now and she leaned her head back and opened her mouth wide, as Misha held her pussy lips open and the shared cum now dribbled into Becky’s mouth. That was it for Joe, no way was he able to hold back any longer after seeing what the girls were doing and for the second time that night, came deep into someone he loved, sending Becky bucking and screaming into her own orgasm.
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For the next hour all three either sat or lay naked on the bed. This was new ground for them and some frank talking was heard then. Joe wanted to know why neither of the girls bled. He was relieved of course, but shocked when Becky told him that both had lost there hymen at school through so much track and field. It was Misha who pointed out that the vibrators they both used had played a part in that as well. It was then Becky and Misha noticed a strange look on Joe’s face, one of confusion and perhaps hurt.
“Oh come on Joe, I dare you to tell us both that you don’t masturbate, and when you do who do you think about when you do it? Replied Becky, as matter of factually.
Joe knew he had cornered himself and shyly said. “Yes I do and I can only think of you two when I do it.”
It was Misha’s who said. “Well now you know who both of us think about when we use our vibrators, but since we have the real thing now, I think we can put them away for awhile. This isn’t over for us, if anything it’s the beginning. We’re the trio, everything together. Plus, we have yet to tell our parents.”
Misha was right, everything together. They all knew now what this bond was between them. Without realizing it, they had moved from being great friends. All three of them genuinely loved each other a great deal. Not divided, but on equal terms all three loved each other so very deeply now, and this night together just reaffirmed it to each of them. Both Joe and Misha left Becky at the motel to rest before she went back to college.
Joe took Misha back home they kissed goodnight. This was now going to be the difficult time for them. Becky returned to college and although Joe and Misha continued to see each other, not once did they have sex again. Both made their promise to Becky that their next time was going to be when she returned on another break. All three maintained a degree of normalcy. In the summer, they continued to skinny dip at Anders creek. What made it more fun now was the getting out and drying each other off.
Becky’s college graduated a day later than Joe and Misha’s own. With their parents’ permission, they took the car and drove straight from their graduation to Becky’s college. Becky made them a reservation in one of the motels and just managed to get to her own graduation the next morning. Some of her classmates noticed she spent a lot of time yawning through the speeches. +++++++
They had lain naked most of the evening on the couch. On occasions Joe would cup a breast, even feel her nipple swell in the palm of his hand; or Misha would hold his penis. There was nothing sexual about it; they just enjoyed the touch of each other’s skin. The warmth of their bodies as they laid there talking about everything and nothing. Joe got up and held out his hand. Misha smiled and he could see the warmth in her eyes as she took it, they walked to the bedroom.
Joe sat on the bed and Misha told him to move onto the middle. She stood on the bed towering over him, her hairless pussy inches from his face; he could smell her musk as he placed his hand between her legs and felt the warmth. Running the tips of his fingers along her now moistening lips, he could hear her give out a small moan as he continued running his fingers along her slit. She placed her hands on his shoulders as support. He could tell she was losing herself in the moment and couldn’t trust her legs to keep her upright.
In one movement he stopped and buried two fingers deep into her, she let out a squeal as her legs started to buckle. Joe half withdrew his fingers and did it again. From somewhere, she found renewed strength and supported herself with his shoulders and managed to stay upright. She wanted more and wouldn’t move from there until she got it. He felt it was will power and will power alone that was keeping her upright. He added another finger into her vagina, using the tips again he felt along the inside of her vaginal wall.
It was smooth, warm and wet to the touch as they continued. Joe felt deep inside her and felt Misha lower herself onto his fingers trying to make him go deeper. His fingers traveled to the back of her vagina and he twisted his fingers slightly, so that he could explore her. Joe looked up and saw that Misha had her eyes closed and she was biting her bottom lip. The sweat was noticeable on her forehead, he knew she was lost in the moment.
He ran all three fingers along the back of her pussy and then along her back wall looking for her spot. Joe stopped at a slight ridge inside her. He felt her tense and knew he had found what he was looking for, gently he run his fingers over it and Misha groaned then exploded into an orgasm that shook her body. His fingers were covered in her cum as she again tried to move her body so he could sink his fingers deeper into her. He forced his fingers further upwards and found another ridge of nerve endings, that when he gently ran his fingers around them she came again almost instantly. Misha’s own fingers were now digging painfully deep into his shoulders.
Withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with three fingers of his other hand. Misha’s juices were still running out of her, making it easy for Joe to run them along the other wall of her pussy and then onto the back of her pubic bone. He knew this would be the true test of her will power to stay upright. Joe ran his fingers around the back of her pubic bone and found the small ridge of skin that he was looking for. It was slippery, but warm to the touch as he continued to run his finger over and around it.
Misha’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and with one powerful orgasm that shook her to her very being, she collapsed onto the bed. Joe withdrew his fingers from her as fast as he could and caught her, gently laying her onto the bed, her whole body exhausted. She managed to smile once and as her eyes closed to sleep, she winked at him. He held her in his arms as he heard her sleeping. Content, and happy and Joe smiled. Because he had seen that wink many times before, her sleep would be a small one, that he knew she had something in store for him, and as his eyes closed, he felt himself smile.
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It was the warmth of two bodies either side of him that woke him, he looked over and found that Becky had returned from her visit to her parents. Both Misha and Joe knew that she would return in a foul mood which is why they had tried to wait up for her. He nudged Misha, she woke almost instantly, a smile on her lips until she saw a finger on Joe’s lips. He wanted her to be quiet, and then he pointed behind him. Slowly, almost cat like she raised herself and started to change places. Misha was already halfway over Joe, when Becky, still with her eyes closed said. “I am awake you know, and you’re really mean to start without me.”
There was no need for subtleties now, Misha leapt onto Becky and sat astride her stomach, both now in a deep kiss. Joe moved down the bed, lifted Becky’s legs onto his shoulders and buried his face into her pussy, his hands holding her hips. Becky groaned at the onslaught the two had made on her body and the sensation they were giving her. All three rapidly became one tangle mass of human flesh bent on satisfying there lust for each other.
Joe kept up his onslaught on Becky’s clit, sucking it as far into his mouth as her body would allow, so his tongue could assault her now super sensitive nub. Misha’s lips refused to move from Becky’s, both sets of hands now playing with each others breasts kneading them and eventually both turned their attention to each others nipples. Cum was flowing freely from Becky now and Joe loved it. To him, both girls tasted fantastic, her hips bucked as she reached her orgasm, this wasn’t to be the end for Becky.
They had both wanted her back as the Becky they knew not the one her parents wanted her to be. Misha rolled off taking Becky’s hair with her, she got the message really quickly and as Misha lay on her back, Becky got on all fours between her legs. She now had a mouth full of Misha pussy, soft moans coming from both girls. Joe was now between Becky’s legs and slowly entered her warm willing pussy.
Building up to a rhythm that matched the groans coming from both the girls, every now and then Becky would squirm or move her mouth from Misha’s pussy, desperately trying to gulp in air to combat the sensations coursing through her. Finally Misha gave out a groan and grabbed Becky’s hair again, that final act before her own orgasm took her, her hips bucking refusing to let Becky stop her assault on her clit and pussy until she herself has seen through every ounce of her orgasm.
By now Joe was pounding into Becky as deep and as hard as he could, he was finding it more difficult to hold onto her now, every time he thrust forward she was moving up Misha’s body. He smiled. He knew what she was up to, and with added zeal pounded into her harder. Becky was now laying across Misha’s body, her mouth now level with her nipples. That was what she had been aiming for, and with Misha still feeding off the remnants of her own orgasm, she could do nothing but lay there and wait for her assault.
Becky was now nibbling on her breasts and nipples, sometimes missing one when Joe’s cock pounded into her. Joe could wait no more and with one final thrust he buried himself as deep into Becky as he could, and emptied everything he had into her. At that moment, Becky bit on Misha’s nipple sending both girls into their own orgasms. After a few minutes he let go of her hips and she slumped forwards onto Misha panting. Every now and then her body would involuntarily shudder.
Misha held onto Becky slowly brushing her hair away from her face until her senses had returned to her. Gentle sobs were coming from Becky, they both looked at each other and then to her.
“I can’t give you two up, we’re the trio, they can’t make me give you two up.” Heartbreaking sobs now shook Becky.
Every time Becky visited her parents they were relentless to her about the disgrace she was to the family. At twenty-two, she should be married with children, not ‘shacked up’ with a man and another woman. Their own parents had seen this union coming. They had seen how inseparable all three were. Even when Becky went away to college and Joe and Misha both went to the local college they knew it was simply a matter of time.
Soon after graduation they had got all three sets of parents together and came clean, Becky’s parents hit the roof, played the blame game, even went so far as to call her a tramp. In retaliation Becky moved out and lived with Misha’s family who welcomed her with open arms, it backed them into a corner they could either disown her and accept their only child now lived on a trailer park, or come to terms with the situation that all three of them simply loved, not lusted after each other.
It seemed they had chosen the middle ground. Ask her to return and wear her down. When that option didn’t work, and all three of them got their own place together, with a little help from Misha and Joe’s family. They simply had nothing to lose anymore; and when Becky made time to see her parents because she loved them and wanted them to accept the situation, they in return, took it upon themselves to make her time with them a living hell.
That night they both held Becky close as she cried herself to sleep. The next morning brought their Becky back to them. Joe and Misha knew it was a veneer, she deeply loved her parents, but she loved Misha and Joe just as much. It was a stalemate. Yet both feared for her health, the more time she spent with her parents the more time and drastic measures they had to resort to, just to bring Becky back from those dark places in her mind, they fought so desperately to keep her from.
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Joe and Misha were at their whit’s end and asked their parents for help. The next evening, a meeting was held. Becky just sat in the corner, so very quiet. It was Charlie, Misha’s father who finally made the difference. He was a man of few words and quiet council. At best, he was five foot six, built like a bull and only had two weaknesses in his life. Mary his wife and Misha his daughter, both of which he would die for. He was once heard saying that he was afraid of no man, but wary around one woman.
Charlie had sat and listened to everything that was said that evening. What no one noticed was that not once that evening did his eyes leave Becky. After an hour listening to everything, he stood up. The room went quiet, as was his presence in the room that night, and he walked over to Becky.
Standing in front of her he said. “You don’t belong here anymore, get out.”
Joe made to move. His father stood in front on him and shook his head. Misha saw what had happened to Joe, and made to intercede on her behalf, both the mothers stood and stopped her. This was now down to Charlie and Becky.
Becky was so lost in her own world she had not understood what Charlie had said and didn’t see what had happened to Misha and Joe. It took her a second to notice Charlie now standing in front of her. He leaned down and held onto the front of her blouse, then lifted her off the seat with one hand. The whole room struck dumb by what Charlie was doing.
“You don’t belong here anymore. Go home to your mom and dad.” Charlie said.
There was genuine fear in her eyes now. She simply could not understand what was happening. Becky tried to release Charlie’s grip on her, she looked over to Misha and Joe for support and realized that they could not help her; she was frantic now, wrestling with Charlie’s vice like grip on her. By now Charlie had frog marched her to the door and now had her backed up against it.
“Please let me go, I do belong here we love each other.” Becky said, desperately trying to release herself.
Again Charlie pushed her against the door. “You don’t belong here you never did, go home to your mom and dad and leave these two alone.”
What happened next will stay in the minds of everyone that was there to see it, in the split second it took Becky to digest what Charlie had said, her face turned to a rage that only Misha and Joe had ever seen before so many years ago. Both her hands now clenched into fist she began to punch Charlie, his face twisting with the blows now raining down on him. Charlie never moved, he never hit her back and he never defended himself against the onslaught.
“You bastard! You won’t stop us being together! Not you or anyone else will ever stop us being together, were the trio mind body and soul!!” Becky screamed, now out of control.
It was as though they all blinked at the same moment; such was the speed of Charlie’s next action. One second Becky was punching him in an uncontrollable rage, the next second he had her in a bear-like hug. Becky now resting her head on his shoulder. She was gently crying her heart out. He held her like that for a few minutes, not a word passed between them. She just sobbed. Charlie had made her see where and who her future was with in his quiet but abrupt fashion.
“Oh sweet child, you do understand what you have to do now don’t you?” Charlie said
Becky nodded her head. “Will you come with me?”
Charlie looked at her and kissed her on the forehead. “Yes of course I will, I think I had better get cleaned up first, don’t you think? And don’t ever let anyone tell you, you punch like a girl.”
They two smiled at each other and Charlie kissed her on the cheek. They all hugged Becky, as Charlie and Mary went to their bedroom; his blood was all over his shirt. There were mixed emotions in that room. Sadness, that Becky was going to say good bye to her family. Since they could not accept either Becky’s actions or the trio, it was a relief that the Becky they all knew and loved had returned to them.
The rest of the families chatted and waited, each would steal a glance at their watches as they waited, none of them would leave until Charlie and Becky had returned. It was over two hours before they did. Charlie carried in a suitcase. Becky was tired but upbeat. It was Becky who recounted what had happened, she had told her parents that it was the trio or she simply could not see them again or allow them to try and rip her heart out every time she came to visit them. They were angry and it took Charlie to intercede on Becky’s behalf.
Charlie announced that it had been a long day and he was now kicking them all out since tomorrow was Saturday. Then, they were going to have a barbecue, to celebrate the new addition to his family. Those present in the room were invited. In short Becky may have lost a mom and dad, but she had gained a loving family. He looked at Becky as he said it and she blushed with pride when he did.
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It was while Becky was having a shower back at the house, both Misha and Joe talked about what they were going to do to Becky. The shower stopped so did the conversation between them, Becky come out wearing nothing but a towel around her now wet hair. She looked at them both sat on the bed and smiled.
“Don’t you two dare gang up on me again, it’s not my turn.” She giggled and slowly edged back towards the bathroom.
Both of them made a dash for her and pulled her onto the bed. Becky squealing in protest, it was Misha who said, “Forget it, you have to be punished. You hit daddy.”
“But he’s my daddy as well.” Said Becky now in a fit of giggles and trying desperately to defend herself.
By now Misha had straddled Becky face and said. “Maybe so, but I have seniority over him so take your punishment like a woman.” With that she lowered herself onto Becky’s face.
Misha then leaned over and held Becky’s knees, pulling them up to her own chest. Joe now pushed a pillow behind her back trying to keep her as comfortable as possible in that position. With both her hands now occupied, Becky moved hers to Misha’s breasts kneading them. Pulling on her nipples, Misha gently moaned, unable to defend herself, other than grind her pussy down onto Becky’s face.
Joe then knelt behind Becky in support of her back as well, leaned in and his tongue made one long run deep into her pussy then upward to her clit. Becky jumped and a groan could be heard from under Misha, the vibrations of her groan added to the sensations now pouring into Misha’s body, she gulped in air. Her eyes now closed. Joe’s knowledge of both the girls only served to help him now. They had both decided that rather than torment Becky they wanted her to have the maximum pleasure for the longest time.
Although they knew she could maintain the position she was in quite comfortably, there was only one reason why they wanted her this way. Joe moved his tongue back down her pussy, paused for a second and then moved on to her ass. He had tried anal penetration with both the girls, neither really enjoyed it. But when he assaulted there holes with his tongue, they would climb the ceiling. Such would be the power of their orgasms.
Becky’s back arched and a scream of pleasure could be heard from under Misha, he pulled the pillow away from her and Misha let go of Becky’s legs letting them come to rest on Joe’s shoulders. Her pussy now in perfect position to his penis, Misha lay along her and started licking greedily on her very exposed clit, while at the same time using her hand to guide Joe into Becky’s soaked pussy.
Becky, not to be outdone pulled Misha’s ass cheeks apart and assaulted her hole with her own tongue. All plans they had made were lost from that moment on. No mercy was asked for, and frankly none would have been given. All three minds in that room had now become deeply carnal. Their one aim now was simply to cum, as hard as they could so that they could cum again and again. The assault on each others bodies lasted well into the night with them all finally ending up a heap of sweating, panting flesh. Too exhausted to talk and barely able to even touch one another. Smile’s on their faces, and cum leaking out of both the girls’ pussies.
Too spent and exhausted to think about trying to move to the shower to clean themselves up. They fell asleep where ever they lay on the bed that evening. There was a harmony in the family now. Becky’s parents left her alone. Charlie and Mary enjoyed the company of their new daughter. The trio loved their life and their families, and included them in as much of there life as they could. As the weeks slipped by, the Saturday barbeque became a tradition amongst them. Charlie and Joe’s father commented once between themselves that the trio may be in there twenties, but they still acted more like the children they grew up with.
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Joe was late. If he was ever late he always managed to let the girls know he would be so they wouldn’t worry. It was when they were setting the table the door bell rang, Becky continued with the table while Misha went to the door.
“It’s going to be Joe, he’s lost his key again.” Misha said over her shoulder walking towards the door.
It was a few minutes later that Becky heard a scream from the door that sent an ice cold shiver down her spine. It was such a terrible, heartbreaking scream, born from anguish and intense pain. Becky, very afraid, rushed to the door. Misha was on her knees clutching herself rocking gently back and forth, while the two police officers stood in the doorway. The rest of the evening was a blur. The officers took them to the hospital, where they were joined by Charlie, Mary and Joe’s parents.
The officers told Charlie and Joe’s father that witnesses had seen a drunk driver cross a red light hitting the side of Joe’s car. The drunk didn’t have a scratch on him. Joe died at the scene. The hospital and the police needed someone to positively identify Joe’s body. Charlie refused to let the girls identify him.
He sat both girls down and told them he wanted them to remember Joe alive, not the way he was now. The girls could no longer live at the house. It held so many memories for both of them. Mary insisted they moved back to the trailer park, and they could get a trailer of their own, or stay in Misha’s old room. Both girls settled for Misha’s room, they needed their family close and to be able to hold each other at night, when they missed Joe the most.
Both families decided to keep the funeral a quiet family affair, much loved as Joe was by the community, they understood. The sun even came out for them that sad day. They were all shocked to find Becky’s father stood waiting at the church, Becky made straight for him, Misha tried to stop her but she slipped from her grasp. That look of intense anger on her face, and her hands were already clenched into fists. Charlie grabbed her around the waist, and practically lifted her off her feet and guided her into the church.
She screamed at her father. “You’re not welcome here, you couldn’t accept any of us when he was alive, I won’t allow you to be here because he’s dead.”
With his head down her father left. He tried several times over the weeks to talk to Becky. She flatly refused any contact with either parent, telling Charlie and Mary that they were her family. Life as such became routine now. In fact, Charlie started to believe he could set his watch by what happened with the girls. Both would return from work, they took turns to pick each other up. They would both shower together and then either sit in Misha’s room with the door open reading or talking together, ready to throw out any comment needed or help around the trailer if called upon.
Sometimes they would join them in the living room, watch some tv or read a book. There was never any mention of going out at all. If anything, they both clung to the community of the trailer park. Charlie had got Mary to broach the subject with the girls, and both simply said they were not interested in going out. It was only on the weekends, they were a hive of activity. Mary, the girls, and Joe’s mother all went to the mall, then returned to the park where Charlie and Joe’s father would be getting the barbeque ready.
For more than two months this same cycle continued, no day would differ from the next. Charlie started to worry deeply for the girls. Their grief was being kept inside them. The girls would always huddle together and talk, he would even see one or sometimes both cry. When they did, he knew they were each others support through this. In the beginning, he pretended not to notice, thinking they would eventually come to one of them, but they would never talk to any of the family about Joe.
Suddenly one Sunday morning the cycle was broken in a most unexpected way. After the girls showered, they closed the bedroom door. Neither came out for hours. It was Misha who came out first with a strange look on her face. Charlie was worried. This was not a Misha he had ever seen. She went to the phone and called Joe’s parents and asked them to come to the park straight away. Refusing all eye contact with Charlie and without saying another word, she went back to her room and closed the door.
Neither one came out again. Within the hour Joe’s parents arrived. It was left to Charlie to tell them he hadn’t got a clue why Misha had made the call. He bid them to sit and knocked on the bedroom door. Both girls came out, still dressed in their pajamas. It was now left to the girls to explain.
Misha looked at Charlie and said. “Daddy we don’t know what to say. We know how it’s done of course but it wasn’t possible for us, we didn’t think it was time. Daddy we always thought there was time.”
Tears slowly run down her face. “Daddy please understand. We wanted it to happen one day of course, then with the funeral we didn’t notice.”
By now Charlie was so far confused he started to genuinely worry for his own daughter’s sanity. He held up his hands, stopping her in mid-sentence. “Stop this. Tell us all what you want to say, in a manner we can all understand.”
Misha looked at Becky desperately seeking her support. Becky stepped alongside Misha and both held each others hand trying to reinforce their already strong bond and said. “We both have Joe inside us.”
Both girls then held out there hands. In both hands were an identical piece of plastic, simultaneously both girls said. “They both turned blue.”