Chapter 3416 - RUMORS

The first time my relationship with my sister Annie changed was after our dad died. Her mom had died a decade before, so she was now an orphan. As Annie was 16, the court was requiring that she have a guardian until she was 18. In the meantime, she was stuck in foster care. She'd even needed the foster family's permission to attend the joint birthday party my mom threw for my 20th birthday and Annie's 17th. At Annie's request, I agreed to try to become her guardian, although I was in college in Boulder, Colorado at the time and lived with my mother otherwise. I was only 20, but I was Annie's only blood relative closer than some 2nd cousins on Dad's side.

I was sitting in the courtroom, as nervous as I'd ever been, wearing a new suit that was a bit too warm for the July weather. My lawyer, Jacob Gooley, was sitting beside me.

The bailiff intoned, "All rise! This session of the Marin County Family Court is now in session, the honorable Maxine Jorgenson presiding."

I stood as requested, wiping my sweaty hands across my suit pants.

"You may be seated," the judge said. "In the matter of the application of Tyler Campbell to become the guardian for his minor half-sister Anne Campbell, I am unable to approve the application."

I heard Annie start to softly cry behind me.

The judge continued, "Mister Campbell, I have only one objection to your application. You are a student at an out of state university, with two years remaining to complete your degree, yet you indicate that it is your intention that your sister live in your father's home while she attends her senior year of high school here in San Rafael, by which time she will be 18 and no longer legally needing a guardian. That very lack of supervision was the reason I denied her petition to become an emancipated minor five months ago. She needs adult supervision that you cannot provide from Colorado. If you can arrange a transfer to a local college and agree to live with your sister, I would reconsider my decision. Until then, your application is denied and your sister remains with the foster family she was assigned after your father's death."

My mom surprised me, although I should have expected it, when she stood and said, "Your honor, may I speak?"

"You are?" Judge Jorgenson asked.

"My name is Shelby Campbell, your honor. I'm Tyler's mother. I was the late John Campbell's first wife, before Annie was born to his second wife, Maria. While that doesn't technically make me Annie's stepmother, I have often thought of her as my stepdaughter, especially after her own mother died when she was six. John frequently turned to me for babysitting, since it meant Annie and Tyler got to spend more time together, including during week-long business trips he needed to make, roughly once each month, usually arranged when Tyler was already going to be in my custody. It was during one of those trips that John died. Annie has had her own bedroom in my home for the last ten years and it was there that I delivered the bad news to her. I should have offered to be her guardian at that very moment, only I hesitated due to the lack of a blood relationship. I wish to make that offer now, in combination with my son. If you would approve his application to be the guardian of Anne's estate, I would happily be her custodial guardian until she is 18, next March."

The judge responded, "Mrs. Campbell, I appreciate your willingness to assist your son and his sister, but as you have admitted, you are not Anne's family."

"Yes, she is!" protested Annie, jumping to her feet. I turned to look at her, afraid that her outburst would hurt Mom's chances to intercede. This was out of character for her, she was usually quieter and reserved. She'd changed a lot in the nine months since Dad died.

"Be quiet, Miss Campbell," warned the judge.

"I absolutely consider Aunt Shelby to be part of my family, regardless of biology or marriage." Annie countered. "You've just heard her say the same."

"She is not your aunt, either," said the judge, beginning to sound irritated.

Annie said, "It's the name I grew up calling her, Judge Jorgenson. It wasn't until my 10th birthday party that I learned, from her parents, that it was an honorary title and why she also wasn't technically my stepmother. Fifteen minutes later, as I blew out my birthday candles, I wished my dad would remarry Shelby, so that the four of us could live together as one family, instead of in two homes across town from each other. I made the same wish the next two birthdays, too. I wanted Shelby to be my mom, your honor, and have always considered her house to be my second home. I would like it to be my first home, now. If my dad had remarried her, would your opinion of her guardianship request be different?"

"Certainly. She would have been your step-mother, legally," the judge said.

Annie asked, "So, because Shelby married my dad before he married my mom, instead of after, she's not my family, no matter what our hearts feel? But a pair of total strangers are preferable in the eyes of the court? The Josts are nice people, but they're not my family, to any degree. Shelby and Tyler are my family, regardless of legal relationship. Tyler is my big brother, not just my half-brother. As many as three weeks out of four, he and I lived together, with the third week at Shelby's house when my dad traveled. She helped raise me, just like a step-mom would, the only mom I really remember. Shelby and I are mother and daughter in our hearts, your honor, which I think matters a great deal more than any legalities. Please approve her petition and let me move into her home, my home, rather than my father's house." The tear that rolled down her cheek as she finished put an emotional exclamation point on what she had said.

The judge sat for two minutes, considering it, before saying, "Alright. Presuming the completion and formal approval of an amended guardianship application, I am ordering that Miss Anne Campbell be released from the foster care system and be allowed to move into the home of Mrs. Shelby Campbell and her son Tyler Campbell, with Mrs. Campbell to take responsibility for Miss Campbell's behavior until she turns 18. Mister Gooley, have that amended application on my clerk's desk by noontime tomorrow. Bailiff, call the next case."

"Thank you, your honor," I said, thrilled with the outcome. Annie could come home.

Annie was already hugging Mom tight before I even got up from the table, shook Mr. Gooley's hand and joined them. My lawyer hadn't had to say anything. I almost wished I had only needed to pay him by the word. "Let's go home," I said, steering the two of them into the aisle and out of the courtroom.

As executor of her estate, I had the responsibility to safeguard Annie's finances, while Mom took charge of the day-to-day oversight of her, not that she was an irresponsible kid. It took some balancing to be both her substitute parent and her brother at the same time. Especially when she needed to ask me for access to her own money that she'd inherited from Dad. But we made it work, happy that we could spend more time together until I returned to school and dealing with the few issues that came up while I was at school.

~~~~~

Of course, the second time our relationship changed was when those guardianships mostly expired, on her 18th birthday, back in March, which coincided with Spring Break. We were back to being just brother and sister, now that she was legally an adult. Mom retained her right to list Annie as a dependent for purposes of taxes and health insurance, but Annie was now free to leave, if she wished. She didn't.

We held Annie's birthday party separately from mine, because hers was the bigger milestone. The 'we' consisted of a small group consisting of Mom, Annie's friends Marissa Gutierrez and Wendy Sharp, Annie's latest boyfriend Glen Colby, and me. I was home on Spring Break, having celebrated my 21st birthday with the Smith side of the family the weekend before. They did not consider Annie family like my Mom did, in part because of bad blood between them and my Dad over the divorce. Mom and Dad used to throw us joint birthday parties just to get them there to sing Happy Birthday to both of us. If our birthdays hadn't been 3 days apart, I doubt they would have come for any of Annie's parties. I couldn't quite comprehend not wanting to love her.

I hugged her, then said, "Happy Birthday, sis. What's next, now that you're free of the court order to live here?"

Annie answered, "I've decided I don't want to move into Dad's house now that I'm 18, after all. I would rather keep living here through college and Mom agreed to let me. So, either we sell Dad's house, rent it out, then you can move into it after you graduate next year, or we keep renting it out until I graduate instead. Once we know which of us is ultimately going to live there, we can work out buy-out terms from each other. Or just keep using it as an income property."

I said, "If we sell it before we're ready to buy our own houses, we'll have to pay capital gain taxes on any appreciation since Dad's death. Renting it out on a 1-year lease makes more sense to me. We'll see where I wind up finding work, before I decide on living there or not. So, 'Mom,' huh? Not 'Aunt Shelby' any more?"

Annie blushed, saying, "I finally worked up the courage to ask if I could call her Mom after you went back to school in January. She cried, I cried, you would have made fun of us."

"Maybe," I admitted, grinning. "I was actually surprised you didn't just start doing it after court last summer. You declared pretty clearly that you thought of her as your Mom."

Annie leaned close and whispered, "Saying that I wanted her to be my mom or step-mom to the judge isn't the same as actually calling her that, Ty. Honestly, I was afraid to, when I first moved in full-time. It still felt tenuous and temporary, like she could change her mind if I did something wrong and I'd be right back with the Josts. But the more time we spent together with you away in Boulder, the more I wanted what was in my heart to be what I called her. It came naturally, once I started."

"This is our family, sis," I said, pulling her into a hug. "It's not split up any more. Nor is it ordered to exist by the court. We get to stay together because we choose it."

~~~~~

The third time my relationship with Annie changed was two months later, when I finished up my Junior year of college.

My schedule for final exams let me leave campus a day early, on Friday morning, rather than Saturday. I didn't tell my Mom, hoping to surprise her and Annie. Boy, did I.

I took the Marin Airporter bus home from SFO, then a Lyft the rest of the way. Annie was using Dad's old Bronco, which we co-owned, while the Jeep Cherokee I bought with life insurance money after Dad died was garaged in Colorado. Mom and I planned to get Annie a new car for her graduation in early June. I'd then have Dad's to use for the rest of the summer before I returned to Boulder for my senior year.

Around 4 PM, I unlocked the front door and set my two suitcases and backpack down, when I heard the first moan. It caught me so off-guard that I thought it was someone in pain, so I ran towards the sound. As I heard it again, the sounds led me to my mother's bedroom, its door ajar. I pushed it fully open and froze, my eyes not believing what I saw. My mom and my sister were both naked on Mom's bed, in a 69 position, Annie on top, both of them shaking against each other's face and crying out their mutual orgasms.

They didn't look like they noticed me, so I slowly backed out of the room, returning the door to where it had been, then retreated to my bedroom to deal with the erection that I'd formed.

As I stripped naked and lay back on my bed, my cock grasped by my fingers, the images in my mind as I jacked off fought with the word incest. It wasn't so much because the two of them were having sex, which isn't actually incest since they aren't biologically related. I was thinking about incest because part of me wished that I hadn't left the room. That I had walked over to the bed and joined Mom in licking Annie's pussy. Or gotten the two of them to form a daisy chain with me. Those were the images my head was struggling with, while they equally turned me on.

I was rock hard and seconds away from cumming, when the door to my bedroom opened, both of them there, still naked. They wordlessly watched me spurt into the air, splattering down on my chest and stomach. The extra surge of adrenaline at being caught made each spasm more intense, my grunts louder.

When my mind returned to my body, the two of them were sitting on my bed, their hips to either side of mine, looking down at my face. Annie was on my left, Mom on my right.

Mom spoke first, "You're home early. This isn't how I wanted you to find out about us, but now you know."

I responded, "Not the when or the why."

Annie answered the implied questions, "Last month, three weeks after you went back to school, I caught Gary cheating with Marissa. He had been pressuring me for sex for a while. When I made it clear that I didn't want to give him my virginity any time soon, he went after my supposedly best friend, then made sure I walked in on them, a lot like you just did. He thought I would join them. I screamed at both of them and left. I came home to Mom for comfort and it turned into... more than that. I hope you can be okay with it, Ty. We love each other."

I took a deep breath before saying, "Why would I have a problem? Two of the people I love most in this world are finding happiness together. I just..." I couldn't say it.

"Wish you could, too?" Annie asked. She swiped a finger through one of the puddles on my stomach. "The evidence is clear, your honor. My brother got so turned on seeing his sister and mother making love that he shot off in record time."

I let out a burst of breath. "I can't deny that, can I? But, it's incest, Annie. It's not incest between you and Mom, but you and me, or Mom and me, those are pretty damned clear."

I watched Annie stick that goo-covered finger in her mouth and suck it clean, before she leaned close and said, "I don't care, brother. I want you to make love to me."

I then watched Mom run her finger through another puddle and repeat the same action. "Doesn't bother me, either. We were planning to seduce you when you got home. Tomorrow. I didn't quite expect it to be so easy to get us all naked, though."

I blinked several times. "Ummm, mind blown to smithereens here, but if that's the plan, I'd be taking Annie's virginity. Why me and not Gary?"

Annie took my hand in hers, looking me in the eye, before sighing, then saying, "Dad was supposed to do it, once I was 18. He insisted we wait until then. Now, he's gone, so I want you to be my first in his place. I love you as much as I loved Dad. I couldn't exactly tell Gary that, of course. Admitting it to Mom after the breakup is part of how we wound up in bed together."

I shook my head, trying to clear it. "Hang on. Dad divorced Mom just because she admitted to being bisexual and wanted a threesome with another woman. That's how freaking homophobic he was. You want me to believe he was going to be okay with incest instead?" Although I had been too young to remember their divorce directly, my mom's parents had voiced more than a few complaints about it and him over the years.

Mom said, "Tyler, public opinion of homosexuality was different 20 years ago. John was different, too. Very repressed because of his parents. People do change, though. Many become less open-minded, but your dad went the other way, opening up. He admitted to me about 5 years ago that he was wrong about homosexuality back then and wrong to demand a divorce, at the same time realizing that he wouldn't have had Maria and Annie in his life if things had turned out better between us. It didn't erase all the bad things he said about me during the divorce, but it helped clear the air finally. I can believe that he became open-minded enough that he'd be willing to make love to Annie. He certainly loved her to pieces. Also, I have no reason to doubt Annie when she says it was true."

I said, "Okay, so that's Annie's motivation. What's yours, Mom?"

Mom took my other hand. "I love you both, equally. I haven't let the lack of blood relation stop me from loving Annie like a daughter. Why would I let its presence in you determine how I show you my love? If I can be physical with her, why not you?"

"Because it's not a crime with Annie, but is with me?" I pointed out. "I'm not saying no, Mom, but I just want to understand why you want to run that risk."

Mom smiled and said, "Because my parents did for me what Annie wanted her Dad to do for her."

I snorted at the idea of it. "Grandpa Smith took your cherry? Really?"

Mom chuckled at my reaction. "And Mom gave me my first taste of pussy, just like I did for Annie. Taught me how to give a blow job, too. They insisted it be only the one time and we couldn't speak of it again. I never regretted it. Second most important day in my life, next to giving birth to you. Above even my wedding day. Not that I think you're still a virgin, but I would have been willing to be your first, too."

Annie asked, "Was it Lacey?" My girlfriend senior year of high school.

"Yeah," I answered. "Neither of us were really ready, though. All this buildup around prom and it was just a mess. We got a little better at it before we broke up, but not much. It was a couple of girls in college who really taught me how to make love to them the way they wanted and helped me learn what I like. They only wanted to be my fuck buddy, though, so I haven't really had a steady girlfriend since Lacey."

I thought back to Lacey, how much she hurt after I had slammed my cock into her too fast and too soon, bloodily tearing her virginity from her. I didn't want that for Annie. The idea of Mom teaching me first, had appeal, in hindsight. Was I really going to do this?

"I hope I'm more than that," Annie said.

I pressed our clasped hands to her heart. "You're so much more than that, Annie. You're my sister and I love you, just like I love Mom. That's why I'm more hesitant about changing that into a physical love than I would be with anyone else. It would change things between us, permanently. I may not want to let you go after just one night."

Annie raised my hand to her mouth and kissed the back of it, before letting it go to lean down to kiss me on the mouth, pivoting to lay beside me, her head on my shoulder her left leg draped over mine. "Who said anything about just one night? Just because that's what Mom's parents wanted? I want you both for the whole summer, at least, before I head up to college and you return to yours. If not the rest of my life."

"I can't marry you," I pointed out, realizing as I said it that I wanted that very thing.

Annie smiled, though. "No, but we could move to another part of the country and pretend to already be married."

"And never have kids without a huge risk," I added.

"I never thought I'd have to argue you into this," she said.

I caressed her cheek, then said, "Annie, let me have more than a few minutes to get used to the idea, okay? You've been thinking about it for a month?"

She answered, "Off and on since Dad died, really, but more seriously since my birthday, especially once I was intimate with Mom and she said she'd not only support us, but wanted to participate."

Looking from Annie to Mom and back, I said, "And I've had less than half an hour since I got home. If all I was absorbing was the idea of you and Mom being lovers, I'd still be spinning, okay? Add on the proposition of my becoming intimate with both of you and my brain feels like a tornado. We're all naked, you're laying halfway on top of me, skin to skin. I feel your dampness against my hip, your nipples against my side, my left hand's almost on your butt. My right hand is itching to caress Mom's boobs. My dick is stiff again, so you know which way it's voting. If I were a no, those things wouldn't be happening, okay? Just let me work some of the negatives out in my head, okay?"

Not only was my cock hard, it was throbbing, without anyone touching it.

Mom squeezed my hand, then said, "Those are simple. This is a permanent change in our status, one that Annie and I have already internalized, not just with each other, but our view of you, even before we all saw each other naked and cumming. We aren't going to look the same way at you again, no matter what happens or doesn't. I doubt you will, either."

I sighed. "I think the image of the two of you cumming on your bed would be with me forever, even if you hadn't entered my bedroom."

Mom continued, "Next, this has to a secret between the three of us because it is a crime. Not a law I agree with, but still enough to put us in jail. The genetic risk of having children together is a big reason for the taboo, so we need to take precautions against it. Annie and I are both already on Depo-Provera shots, though my insurance. Finally, I wouldn't want this to keep you from forming other relationships that provide the things that this one cannot, whether marriage or children. It might put an end to the three of us but, if that person makes you happy, that's all I ever wanted for either of you. The golden egg would be a husband or wife who was open-minded enough to join us or just let us get together occasionally. Otherwise, we'd have to stop or we'd be cheating on them."

"Not the easiest subject to bring up," I said.

Mom said, "But not impossible, either. There's plenty of fiction out there, from Flowers in the Attic, to Game of Thrones, where incest is either central or peripheral, that could introduce the subject. You just need to be certain of their reaction before revealing us to them. Regardless, I know in my heart that being your lover isn't going to wreck us as a family. I would rather know that joy for a day or a week or a month and then stop than spend the rest of my life wondering what your cock feels like in my mouth or pussy."

She grasped my hardon in her hand as she said that, smearing the droplet of pre-cum that had gathered across the head.

I gasped, then said, "Oh, gawd, Mom. I'm already so close, again."

Rubbing her slick thumb across the frenulum, she teased, "Just say yes and you can shoot into my mouth, instead of all over your stomach."

"Y-yes," I managed to get out. She bent down, getting my cockhead into her mouth just before the first of five bursts of sperm erupted from me, my back arching with the intensity. I didn't even have time to react to it being my mom's mouth I was filling.

As soon as I was done cumming, Mom slipped my cock out of her mouth, then crawled along me until her face was over Annie's. Mom grunted a couple of times until Annie figured out to open her own mouth, then Mom started to let my cum trickle from her lips onto Annie's lips and open mouth, inches away from my own.

I thought I would never see that outside of porn. Here it was, my mother and sister doing it. I wasn't sure which was more amazing.

"MMMMmmmmmmm," moaned my sister. I watched her swish the fluid around her mouth, then swallow. She leaned up to kiss me on the lips, the cum that had landed on her lips smearing onto mine. Her lips parted, to let her tongue slide out and I opened my lips to grant it entry. I tasted the flavor of my cum coating her tongue as hers met mine for several long seconds.

My sister had her tongue in my mouth!

As she pulled back, Mom took her mirrored position, laying along my other side and turning my head to kiss me. I tasted my cum again on her tongue as it tangled with mine, then she retreated to clean the smears off of my lips. I felt Annie's hand squeezing my softening cock, then felt Mom's hand grasp my balls, swallowing the moan that issued from my throat.

"Oh god, this is really going to happen..." I muttered.

"Only if you want it to, Ty," Mom said. "I don't want you to feel like we pressured you. I do understand that it's all happening rather quickly. But so did things between Annie and me. That's worked out wonderfully since then, because we had a foundation of love."

A foundation of love. Those words tipped the balance in my mind. Slowly, I said, "I love you both so much. In your own ways, you are perfection to me. Every other girl I've known has gotten compared to both of you and fallen short. I'll admit that, like a lot of guys, I've had fantasies about making love with my mother or my sister. I certainly never had a fantasy about both of you at the same time. More than any of the other negatives, what I worry about most is that the reality won't live up to the fantasy, for any of us."

Annie said, "Reality rarely matches fantasy. Sometimes it's better, sometimes not, but it's always different. Relationships don't take any work in fantasy. Boyfriends are always faithful in fantasy. It's easy for your head to stay wrapped up in fantasy, but you're never going to be surprised by it, you're never going to be as rewarded as you are in real life."

"When did you grow so wise?" I asked.

Annie looked up at me, saying, "When Dad died and I realized that no amount of wishes was ever going to bring him back, unlike the six year old I used to be who constantly wished her mom would come back. When a second mom was right here, waiting for me to love her just as much. I can barely remember my mom now, mostly I remember missing her. Memories of memories. God, how did we get onto this subject?"

I said, "We were talking about fantasy. It's what our mind comes up with, when we want something that we don't think is possible. But in the case of the two of you, that's not true. I just have to let go of the fantasies and let the reality happen."

Mom said, "Reality is already holding your privates, kiddo." She squeezed my nuts to make her point and I felt my cock start to fill up again. Annie squeezed my shaft as she felt this, beginning a slow stroke.

I kissed Annie's forehead, saying, "I want to taste you, I want to make you cum."

She giggled before saying, "I think I'll let you."

Mom said, "Straddle his face, baby. I'll keep his cock purring until you're both ready for you to climb onto it."

As Annie sat up and turned around, I got my first up-close look at my sister's sweet pussy, only an inch-wide strip of blond fur at the top. Her outer lips were swollen and pink, the inner ones protruding and open, almost purple. She lowered herself to my lips, my tongue reached out and I got my first taste of her. Tangy and slippery, I filed a new memory I would never get rid of, followed by the sensation of Mom's tongue encircling my glans.

My cock had already been in her mouth once, but my orgasm had hit me so quickly and so filled my senses that I didn't notice the heat or the texture of her tongue against me. This time I did and I was glad that I had already cum twice or I wouldn't have lasted for very long.

My focus kept shifting from woman to woman. My tongue dragging across Annie's clit. Mom's tongue slipping over my balls then up my shaft. Annie's juices smearing my face. Mom's spit coating my cock, cooling it when it wasn't in her hot mouth.

I eased my index finger into Annie's tight tunnel, a little surprised when I didn't encounter any trace of a hymen, even though I knew most women had very little of it left by adulthood. Lacey's hymen had been obvious when I first fingered her, although that was before I knew enough about gspots. I started tapping Annie's, while I sucked her clit between my lips.

Annie moaned, "Oooh, oohhhh god, yes, right there, Ty. Don't fucking stop!" I had no intention of stopping until I felt her orgasm against my tongue and around my finger.

I didn't have to wait long, as I felt her pussy clamp down on my finger and her whole body writhe above me. "Fuck, fuccckkk! Gawd, Ty, that feels so good!" she shouted as she came apart above me. I grabbed her lower back with my hands to keep her from falling over, as I licked up the sweet juices flowing from her vagina. As her body started to settle down, I made another pass at her clit. "Oh, shit, another one!" she cried, as her body went through a series of tensing above me and almost collapsing onto me. I held her body upright, as her hands pressed against the headboard to my bed.

When the second orgasm ended, she withdrew her groin from my face, sliding down until she was laying along my side again, her head back on my shoulder. "Can you do that to me for the rest of my life?" she asked.

I said, "I would love to, sweetie. If we could find a way to make it work. To make loving you forever reality instead of fantasy."

"Let's be in the now, kids," Mom said, from between my legs. "We can talk about the future, later. Right now, I think it's time for Annie to climb aboard this cock. C'mon baby, let's punch that virgin card."

Mom aided in getting Annie crouched over me in cowgirl position, holding my cock and stroking the glans over my sister's labia and clit. Annie shivered at the sensation, then I saw her eyes get wider as Mom placed my head against Annie's opening. Mom said, "Slowly at first, lower yourself, let him inside. I know most of your hymen's gone, but you're still going to need to let your muscles relax to get Tyler inside you. You'll feel it happen like you're stretching. Stop, if it hurts. The last thing you need is to tense up."

Annie let her weight slowly press downward, a look of determination on her face. I felt my glans getting squeezed by her snug lips, then slowly slip inside of her tight, hot slot. I held as still as possible, letting Annie set her pace, under Mom's guidance. Every inch was ecstasy as my cock passed through her inner folds, where no man had been before. Where law and society said I wasn't supposed to be.

It might have been three minutes, before she came to a rest, the seven inches of my cock fully inside her. She looked at me with the most beautiful smile on her face and said, "We're lovers."

Mom asked, "How do you feel, sweetie?"

Annie answered, "Full, Mom. Ty didn't hurt me, though. I felt the stretch, but going slow made it easy."

"Okay," Mom said. "Next step is to use your leg muscles to lift yourself back up, until there's just an inch or two still inside, then lower yourself back down. Each time you repeat that, go a little faster. You'll know after a while whether that's going to stimulate you enough to reach an orgasm. If not, you can reach down and rub your clit or get Tyler or me to do it. Once I see that you've got a rhythm going, I'm going to climb onto Tyler's face and keep him distracted enough that he won't cum too soon."

I said, "Part of me wants to protest at the insult to my stamina, the other part is telling me to shut the fuck up because my mom wants me to lick her pussy."

"Listen to the second part," Annie said, as she started to rise. "I want to see you do it." I almost didn't hear the second sentence, that's how much pleasure was rippling through my cock as Annie's pussy dragged along its length. Maybe Mom was right and I was too turned on to last for very long, even on my third orgasm of the day. It didn't feel close, though, even as much as my nerves were getting stimulated.

Annie had risen up and was beginning to drop down again, already beginning to moan. "He's dragging across my gspot, Mom."

Mom explained, "That depends on the angle of your body to his, sweetie. It won't be possible in every position, but others might stimulate your clit more. Some might be more stimulating for Tyler. You've got plenty of time to find out which ones are your favorites. Just as I plan to do with him, myself."

Annie dropped down again, this time making a solid slap against my thighs when she bottomed out. The next two thrusts were at about the same speed, so Mom turned herself around facing Annie, threw her leg over my chest and backed her pussy to my mouth.

Hers was a little bushier than Annie's, with only the labia shaved clean, but a trimmed brown bush above it. Her inner labia protruded farther, more scarlet in color. I knew those would be fun to nibble on.

As the range closed, I extended my tongue, so that contacted her first. Her taste was more tart than Annie's and I mentally slapped myself for thinking they should look and taste the same. 'They're not really mother and daughter, dummy,' I thought.

What tied them together was me. In terms of the genetic relationships and my love for them. It was time to show Mom that love, as I already was to Annie, beginning to thrust up into my sister as she rose and fell upon me.

I began nibbling on Mom's labia, going from left to right and back, gradually working closer to her clit, pushing first one finger and then two into her pussy, seeking out her gspot. She wasn't as snug as Annie felt, but hardly loose, compared to some of the women I'd been with before them.

Just as I stroked my tongue across Mom's clit for the first time, Annie cried out, "Cumming! Oh, fuck! Tyler, keep doing that!" I have to admit my hips were mostly on autopilot, thrusting into her, so continuing to do the same thing was pretty easy.

I put my focus back on Mom, flicking my tongue lightly across her clit, as her hand ran through the hair on my chest, flicking across my nipples. I sucked her clit between my lips, feeling her back arch over me. "Oh yes, baby, just like that..." she gasped.

When Mom's hands left my chest and she leaned forward, I heard Annie squeal, assuming Mom had either grabbed her tits or nipples or both. "Oh, gawd," Annie moaned. "I'm gonna cum again..."

Mom chanted, "And again, and again..." as she leaned even further forward, pushing her hips back. This briefly gave me enough space to look up to see Mom latch her mouth over Annie's right areola, puffy and pink, before I tilted my head back to continue my pursuit of Mom's orgasm. I reached my own hands up to grasp Mom's tits and squeezed her nipples, just as I sucked her hard clit into my mouth once more, sliding my tongue across the throbbing nub.

"Oh fuck, Tyler, don't stop!" she cried out, right before she started to shake over me, a small gush of fluid dripping onto my face. As I continued to suck, she finally pulled herself away, winding up in a kneeling position next to Annie on my left side. They kissed passionately, as Mom's hand drifted from Annie's breast down to her hips, then began to rapidly frig Annie's clit.

Annie broke away from their kiss, to shout, "Mom! I'm gonna cum again! Oh, gawd! Yes, yes, yes! Fuuuuuuucckk!"

I increased the pace of my thrusts, feeling my orgasm getting closer. Annie pulsed around me non-stop for two or three minutes, one wave after another hitting her between my cock hitting her gspot, Mom stroking her clit, another hand tweaking her nipples and Mom french kissing her some more.

"I'm close," I announced.

"Do it," Mom said. "Fill your sister up, Tyler! I want to suck your cum out of her!"

Just that image was enough to flip a mental switch in my head that brought on my orgasm. "Oh, fuck," I grunted, as my cock pulsed, shot after shot flowing into my little sister, who came yet again, collapsing into Mom's arms.

Mom eased Annie off of my cock, laying Annie on her back in the opposite direction from me on my left side. Our hips were touching, Annie's knees pulled up and apart.

Mom knelt beside me, lowered her head to Annie's pussy and began licking my cum off of her labia. I lifted Mom's right leg, resting her knee on my chest, pulling her ass down to bring my mouth into contact with her pussy again, eliciting a smothered purr. My tongue was sliding through her labia once more as Mom reached over and grasped my soft cock.

"Do you have enough energy left for one more erection for your Mom's pussy before dinner?" she asked.

"It might take a few minutes. Long enough to lick you to an orgasm or two, if you don't mind waiting."

"Hmmmm," she said, swallowed up once more by Annie's pussy. I assumed it was an affirmative. I slid two fingers into her again. No sooner did I tap her g-spot and lick across her clit at the same time, she came, muttering, "Oh gawd, Tyler," in between licking more of my cum from Annie's hole.

Annie screamed in another orgasm soon after that, out of my sight. The sound was enough to get my body to react, as my cock began to inflate one more time. Mom was still holding it, so she knew immediately, shifting her hand to stroke my perineum, which finished the job. One more hard-on, ready to go.

Sliding out from under Mom's knee, I scrambled to kneel between her calves, caressing her buttocks and gazing at her pussy from behind. Feeling daring, I gave each butt-cheek a light swat, making her jump. I then pressed my cock along the length of her labia, sliding across her clit twice, before pressing forward and plunging inside her wet, warm pussy on my first stroke. My hands grasped her hips, as I thrust in and out.

Damn, I was fucking my mother.

I wasn't sure whether I'd be able to cum a fourth time in an hour's time, so focused on stroking deeply, trying to angle my cock downward to press against Mom's g-spot. Her mumbled, "Yes... g-spot... good boy..." told me I was successful. That my cock was feeling delightful inside her was a bonus. I was making my mom feel good, that's what mattered to me, just as making Annie feel good mattered to her at that moment.

Mom was so intent on eating my cum out of Annie that her next orgasm caught both of us by surprise, the spasms around my cock the first sign, before she groaned. The vibrations triggered Annie yet again. Somewhere in my beginning-to-swell head, I thought I'd caused both orgasms at once.

Annie shuddered one more time, pushing Mom away at last. Mom's head rose and looked back at me, saying, "Harder, Ty. Fuck me harder, lover."

I did everything I could to comply, our bodies clapping together. I leaned forward to grab hold of Mom's tits, pulling her back into me as I thrust forward. Mom's left hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit and taking occasional swipes at my shaft as it drove into her. Mom started squeezing with her muscles, making my cock feel like she was giving it a handjob on top of the friction of sliding through her flesh. When she wanted to be, she could be tighter than Annie was at rest.

We slammed our bodies into each other, seeking the other's bliss, my orgasm elusive but the pleasure immense. Just when I thought I couldn't possibly get there, Mom's hand reached under my balls and stroked first across my perineum, then across my asshole. My instinct was to clench, to avoid the potential for invasion. It had the effect of stiffening my erection even more. As I realized it, I started flexing the PC muscles consciously, feeling my arousal soar ever higher. Even though Kegels are usually recommended to delay ejaculation, they were actually helping me get closer to orgasm.

"I think I can cum," I grunted, thrusting even faster.

"I had a feeling that... triggering your Kegels... would have some effect," Mom said, pushing her ass back at me.

I continued with the Kegels for a couple of minutes, then relaxed those muscles as I felt my orgasm getting closer. "Oh fuck, here it comes!" I cried, as my nuts tightened up and I started to spasm, my cock swelling and spitting out my cum in stream after burning stream. I'm pretty sure I roared like a bear as conscious thought nearly fled me and I fell back, pulling out, my last shot arcing over Mom's ass onto her back.

Just as my back landed against the headboard, I looked up.

There in the still-open doorway to my room, stood Annie's friend Marissa. The same friend that Gary had fucked, the event that brought Mom and Annie together, leading to the three of us. Marissa looked frozen in shock at what she was seeing, not that I could blame her. Her hand was thrust into her jeans. I had no idea how long she'd been there.

"Marissa?" I called out. She blinked, then wheeled and ran down the hallway.Annie was up and running after her. "Marissa! Stop!" I heard her call. Ten seconds later, Annie was dragging Marissa back into my room. "Sit," Annie commanded, as she closed the door behind them. Mom and I scrambled under my covers.

Marissa sat at the far end of the bed next to the footboard, facing away from Mom and I, as Annie sat down next to her. Marissa whimpered, "The front door was unlocked..."

Annie softly said, "That answers how you got in. But why are you here?"

Marissa, trying to look at Annie without staring at her nakedness and failing, said, "I miss you, Annie. I miss my friend and I thought if I begged for forgiveness, I could be in your life again. I... I just didn't expect... this."

Annie snorted. "Walking in on sex? Seems to be a lot of that going around. First, me walking in on you and Gary. Earlier today, Tyler walking in on Shelby and me. Now, you walking in on the three of us."

"Yeah, unexpected," Marissa said, her voice quaking.

Annie said, "How about, instead of begging for forgiveness, you explain how you and Gary happened, then I can explain how the three of us happened, then see where we are? Obviously, we need you to keep our secret, so throwing you out in anger isn't really an option, now is it?"

Marissa sniffled, snapped a quick look at Mom and I over her shoulder, before saying, "There wasn't supposed to be a me and Gary. It was supposed to be the three of us. I love you, Annie. I'm in love with you, I mean. Gary saw it and claimed he could arrange a threesome. You, me and him. Only, he wanted us to get started, then when you showed up, he'd convince you to join us. That's, ummm, not the reaction you had. I never wanted you to be that mad at me, ever."

"Why didn't you just tell me how you felt, Riss?" Annie asked. "Gary wasn't getting in my panties any time soon and knew it. Any promises he made to you about a threesome were a bullshit line."

Marissa sighed. "He admitted as much, afterwards. I got pissed off about it, cursed him out pretty hard. Although you probably did a better job of it."

Annie took Marissa's hand in hers, realized it was still damp with Marissa's juices and raised it to her mouth and tasted her, making Marissa's eyes go wide. Annie asked, "Again, why didn't you tell me how you felt, a long time ago?"

Marissa answered. "I was afraid you didn't feel the same way about me."

Annie paused, before saying, "I do and I don't. I do love you, but I didn't have my sights set on you as a sex partner any more than I did Gary."

Marissa asked, "Shelby? You just mentioned Tyler walking in on the two of you."

"He did," responded Annie. "He came home a day early, surprised us, the sneak. That discovery led to the three of us getting together. Before that, becoming Mom's lover was a combination of seeking comfort after what happened with you and Gary and admitting to her who I really wanted."

Marissa looked back and made eye contact with me. "Tyler? You transferred your desire for your father to your brother?"

"How'd you know about Dad?" Annie asked.

Marissa smiled for the first time since I'd seen her frozen at the doorway. "You talked in your sleep one night, a couple months before he died, I guess. You wanted him to be your first, when you turned 18."

"Damn. Now I've got even bigger secrets to keep. I sure can't afford having this one slip out during a sleepover," Annie said, gesturing to Mom and me.

Marissa nudged her shoulder, saying, "Unless you're sleeping with me."

"Or you're here with us," Annie teased.

"Annie?" I asked. "What are you doing?"

They both turned to look at me, before Annie said, "Cultivating a golden egg, dear brother. You do like Marissa, don't you? I already know she thinks you're a hunk. She's 18 now, so you don't have that excuse."

I said, "Sis, I know her as one of your friends. Sweet and sexy, but we're really just strangers. Don't be picking out wedding rings already."

Marissa looked puzzled, as expected. She sputtered, "Wedding rings? Golden eggs? Can someone tell me what the hell you're all talking about?"

Mom calmly said, "Marissa, dear, in between Tyler walking in on Annie and me making love and what you walked in on between the three of us, we had a conversation about the pros and cons of having an incestuous relationship between Tyler and the two of us. During that, the question of developing relationships outside of the three of us, for the purposes of marriage and children, came up. I said that the golden egg would be finding someone tolerant of incest who could join us or at least let us continue occasionally. That's what Annie's referencing, although it's just as possible for you to be Annie's wife as Tyler's, if that's where your true feelings lie."

Annie said, "Mom, I actually pictured you and me as one couple. Our age difference and the semi-step-mother relationship would raise eyebrows, but neither one is illegal. Then Tyler and Marissa as the other couple. And yes, I know I'm being really, really premature in saying both of those things, since Marissa and Tyler would need to get to know each other a lot better than they do now. Even you and I have only been intimate a few weeks. Marriage proposals are still a ways off. Still, it feels like fate that Marissa showed up today to catch us. Then there's the coincidence that she's going to Tyler's university in the fall. You don't have a girlfriend at school, do you, Tyler? Just these 'fuck buddies' you mentioned? At the least, I would expect you to show Marissa around campus. Wouldn't it be more fun to be holding hands and snuggling while doing it?"

I blew out my breath, then said, "You're going to pester me all summer until I ask Marissa out, aren't you?"

"Of course," Annie answered, grinning. "What else are little sisters good for?"

"They have really tight pussies?" I joked, earning me a stuck-out tongue. "So, how about it, Marissa? Dinner and a movie tomorrow night? At least to get Annie off of our case?"

"Why not tonight?" she countered.

I grinned at her. "Tonight is for you and Annie to explore each other, I think. Not as much point in my seeing if you and I are simpatico, if the two of you aren't. We are ultimately talking about a foursome relationship, right?"

"Why not have that tonight?" Annie asked.

"You want me to have sex with Marissa before our first date?" I asked. "Besides, I think I'm pretty much drained at this point. All I want is to eat dinner and crash. Meanwhile, that's the second time you've turned a suggestion of one-on-one time with Marissa into discussion of a foursome. Why is that?"

Annie glanced at Marissa, before saying, "I'm not sure I'm completely ready to trust you with my heart again. You did sleep with my good-for-nothing boyfriend. That hurt."

Marissa said, "I did and I explained why. I'll apologize as many times as I need to. What do I need to do to re-earn your trust, Annie?"

Annie shrugged. "Maybe Tyler's right and tonight should be about the two of us. Maybe not sex, but reconnecting? Trying to get the friendship back first before we make it more. Your parents are going to be okay with you spending the night on short notice?"

Marissa chuckled. "With five younger brothers and sisters? They'll be glad just to have me out from underfoot, so long as they don't need me to babysit. Carmen's been doing more of that since she turned 16, anyway. Mom knows I'm going away to college, so needed to get Carmen trained to replace me."

~~~~~

Dinner wound up being lasagna and salad delivered by an Italian restaurant that also delivered pizza, the four of us chattering around the kitchen table like nothing momentous had happened that afternoon. Afterwards, when Annie and Marissa retreated to Annie's bedroom, Mom and I put on a movie, cuddling on the couch together.

The moans we started hearing towards the end of the movie proved that Annie and Marissa had done more than just reconnect.

"You want to peek on them, don't you?" Mom asked.

"Yes and no," I said. "Sure, I'm curious. But dating Marissa will be tough enough given that she's watched me fucking you, even if she wasn't standing there long enough to see me with Annie. I don't want to diminish the mystery further by seeing her naked before our first date. When I do, it will be because our own relationship has gotten us to that point, not her relationship with Annie. Does that make sense?"

"You don't have to date Marissa, just because it's what your sister wants, Tyler."

Chortling, I said, "Yeah, right. When have I ever been able to tell Annie 'no'? From the day she was born, I've been wrapped around her little finger. I think I've been in love with her my whole life. As I got older, I told myself that it was inappropriate to feel that way and suppressed it in the name of being a good older brother. Now it's out in the open, impossible to deny."

Mom turned on the sofa to face me and asked, "And what are your feelings for me, honey?"

I locked eyes with her and said, "Just as strong, but in a different way. You are perfection, Mom. Every girl or woman I've ever been involved with, I've compared to you and they have not measured up. Even Annie has flaws compared to you. Although her shyness seems to have gone away, it's been replaced by... an impetuousness that worries me sometimes."

Mom said, "Losing your dad caused a lot of changes in her. I think she was so in love with him, that losing him and then getting pulled into the foster case system just when she needed our support rattled her. I would have expected her shyness to get worse, but instead she's reacted by getting more optimistic instead of less. As you noticed, she sometimes doesn't look at the potential negatives of a situation to get a balanced estimate of risk."

"Yeah, but we were talking about you," I said. "I've always put you on this pedestal, Mom, loving everything about you. Like a lot of guys, I was attracted and had fantasies. Today, those fantasies came true. Yes, I love you and yes, I'm in love with you. I think the difference is that I don't think I'm worthy of you and I don't feel that with Annie. Does that make sense?"

She nodded. "I think so. I guess you and I need to spend some time getting to know each other better, too. Not just as mom and son who have idealized each other, but as real people. With flaws and bad days and turn-ons and turn-offs. For example, did you know that slapping my ass was a turn on for me or was that just because it was a turn-on for you?"

I answered, "I think part of me has always wanted to do it to you, at least once. I've never done it to anyone else. I can't really see myself doing it to Annie, either. She's still so slender, I'd probably hit bone."

Mom said, "I don't like it to the degree of 'spank me raw', but the occasional swat does turn me on. It was another of the ways your dad was repressed when we were married. He thought even that was sick. If I had gotten to know that before we married, I probably wouldn't have."

"Then I wouldn't exist and probably Annie wouldn't either. Sometimes things turn out how they're meant to. Like me coming home early."

"Why did you?" she asked.

"To surprise the two of you. Only I got the surprise."

Mom laughed, then said, "I'm glad you did. Are you ready for bed? I want to sleep in your arms. No sex, just body to body contact. I've missed that, since I stopped dating Gerry."

Gerry had been Mom's boyfriend when I was a college freshman and she had just become an empty-nester. Before that, Mom mostly dated during the weeks that I spent with my dad, both men and women that she rarely introduced because few of the relationships got that serious. She never had someone sleep over while I was there. Gerry had come closest to being the guy who moved in, but his job transferred him out of town before I got home that summer. He and Mom tried the long distance relationship thing for a while, but eventually broke up that fall, just before my dad died.

I turned the TV off and took Mom's hand, walking to her bedroom. I stripped back down to my underwear and she got naked again. Slipping under the covers of her bed, I lay behind her in a spoon position and Mom pulled my left arm over her body, holding it under her breasts. We were asleep minutes later. I awoke in the morning to the sensation of my arm being trapped between two bodies, another body behind me, firm breasts pressing into my back through a layer of fabric.

I opened my eyes, and recognized Annie's blond hair in front of Mom's brown hair, a nightshirt covering her body. That meant that Marissa was the one behind me. I turned my head to confirm it, seeing Marissa's dark wavy hair first, then recognizing one of my old tshirts that Annie had taken from me when I had outgrown it.

From that glance, Marissa certainly looked better in it. As beautiful as I think Annie is, Marissa had her beat in the curves department during their teenage years. Marissa had one of those bodies that develops early and you worry will get plump once puberty ends. She had already taken to workouts to combat that, once her height topped out at 5'6". Now she was just gorgeous in the curvy-fit way that comes from both aerobics and weight training.

I was trying to figure out in my head whether I might have asked Marissa out for a date on my own, when she whispered, "Good morning, Tyler. I hope you don't mind that we joined you."

I whispered back, "I don't mind. I rather think I could get used to this."

"I hope so," she said. "I love Annie already, it won't take much for me to fall for you and Shelby, too."

I said, "Let me see if I can get my arm free without waking these two up, then we'll go get breakfast started for them."

"Your blueberry pancakes?" she asked, as I managed to slide my hand free from under Mom's boobs without waking her. Marissa had been our overnight guest many times and had eaten my favorite food several times when I'd made a batch on a Saturday or Sunday morning.

"If my mom has the ingredients," I responded, as first Marissa and then me rolled towards the side of the bed and off of it. I was glad I still had my underwear on. Having Marissa see me naked again didn't seem appropriate for the morning before a first date with her.

There weren't any blueberries in the refrigerator, but there were chocolate chips in the pantry, so I decided to make chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs and sausage. I got the sausage in the skillet first, started a pot of coffee, then started cracking eggs, both into the pancake mix and separately for the scrambled eggs.

Marissa just sat at the kitchen table and watched me work. I could tell her eyes were taking in my physique and felt flattered by it. Even a day before, I probably would have felt embarrassed to be standing in my underwear in front of her. A lot had changed.

Somewhere during simultaneously cooking the pancakes and stirring the scrambled eggs, Mom and Annie joined us, pouring themselves mugs of coffee and joining Marissa in watching me cook. "Not going to help out at all?" I asked.

"Nope," replied a grinning Annie. "I haven't had one of your breakfasts since the morning of my birthday. Yesterday, my birthday wish came true."

Marissa giggled. "Last night, mine did."

"A couple of horny girls, blowing out candles, wishing for sex," I said.

Annie said, "Actually, my wish wasn't for sex, it was simply for you to love me the way I love you. As a prerequisite for asking you to be my lover, I admit."

"I already did love you, sweetie," I said. "I just needed to admit it to myself and to you."

"My wish was the same, except it was for Annie to love me," Marissa said. "I thought sex was too big a wish to make. Maybe if I had made it and made a move on Annie earlier, getting involved with Gary could have been avoided."

Mom said, "A couple times yesterday, the point was made that sometimes things turn out the way they're meant to, even if there are some hard things to take along the path to it. If I had known the way my marriage would end, not getting married to John would have meant Tyler wouldn't exist, and probably not Annie, either. You getting tricked by Gary led to Annie and I becoming lovers. Then Tyler coming home early led to the three of us making love yesterday and you confessing your feelings about Annie after walking in on us when you did. Would the four of us have been sleeping in the same bed this morning, if things had gone any other way?"

"I just regret it, Shelby," Marissa said.

Mom reached across the table to put her hand over Marissa's. "In my experience, regrets and resentments result from not letting go of an expectation that didn't get met, whether or not the expectation was reasonable to begin with. You expected sex with Gary to lead to sex with Annie, the same day. Instead, it took almost another month for the two of you to hook up, because of a chain of events that started with Gary, pushing Annie and me together, then Tyler with both of us before leading you and Annie back together. If you can let go of the original expectation you had, I bet the regret will disappear with it. In the end, you did get what you wanted, just on a different day and with some heartache and betrayal by Gary mixed in. Would the same things have happened if you had turned Gary down?"

Marissa sighed, then said, "You're right, Shelby. Thanks for making that clearer."

I flipped the last of the pancakes onto half of a serving platter and pushed the scrambled eggs onto the other half, then put the sausages in between.

"Breakfast is served, mademoiselles," I said, in a horrible French accent, as I placed the platter on the table, before refreshing my coffee cup and sitting down. Syrup and extra chocolate chips were already at the table. Everyone dug in and soon the only sounds were forks scraping against plates and chewing.

"I think I like the blueberry pancakes better," Marissa said, as she finished a small serving first.

Mom teased me, "Somebody came home early, before I could buy him any blueberries. I was planning on a shopping trip later this morning."

"I wouldn't have walked in on the three of you, otherwise, so I won't complain," Marissa said.

"The door was locked, before Tyler opened it," Annie said. "So, you wouldn't have walked in on the two of us, either. I'm glad it turned out the way it did. I just hope the rest turns out the way I envision, between you and Tyler and eventually you and Mom. It feels right."

Mom said, "While we can't know the future, intention and expectations do matter. Optimism will get you closer to the future you want than pessimism ever will. Believing you will fail can trick you into meeting that negative expectation. Rather than protecting you from something you fear, it's self-sabotage."

"Wow, that's pretty deep, Mom," Annie said.

"Too much for breakfast banter?" Mom asked, laughing at herself.

"Maybe a little," Annie answered. "I do know what you mean, though. I came to basically the same realization last year, during the whole guardianship process. I swore to myself to stay optimistic. It's helped in a lot of areas. I doubt I would have dared talk to the judge like I did, or kissed you a month ago, if I had let pessimism stop me."

"If you hadn't kissed me, I was about to," Mom said, getting up to start clearing plates. "I think we both were so turned on, that it was inevitable."

"What were you doing, that had you both so turned on?" Marissa asked.

Annie answered, "Talking about sex in general, about wanting to give my virginity to my dad, about wanting Tyler to do it instead, why that made me put Gary off, about seeing you and Gary thrusting against each other before you realized I was there. I think we were both so hot, a bucket of ice would have turned to steam."

Marissa asked, "You told Gary no sex because of Tyler? He thought you were just being frigid or a cocktease. He seemed to think that seeing me with him was going to thaw you out."

Annie smiled at me, then said, "Gary would think that. If I was going to give up my virginity to anyone other than Dad or Tyler, they needed to be just as good of a man. That's just not Gary. At least, not yet. He still thinks like a boy. Could you really imagine Gary standing up to become the guardian for his two little sisters, if their parents died? He'd push it off on one of his uncles."

Marissa answered, "No way. Maybe he'd be mature enough by the time he's the same age Tyler was when he became your guardian, but not now. He'd be concerned that they'd cramp his style."

Annie said, "Then his style hasn't earned my pussy. Tyler would have stood up for me even when he was 18 and he was perfect for my first time lover. Thanks again, Tyler."

"I'm not going to be able to fit my shirts over my head for all the swelling, if you two keep at it," I said.

"Funny guy," Annie said. "I'm more interested in swelling your other head, anyway."

"Me too," Marissa chipped in. "Maybe not tonight, but I can imagine that, after what I saw yesterday."

"This is going to be such a weird first date," I said.

"Backing out?" Marissa asked.

"No, Marissa," I said. "I'm ready to try and see if you and I work as an 'us', both as the two of us and the four of us. I'll be honest, if yesterday hadn't changed my life the way it did and you weren't dating anyone, I probably would have asked you out some time this summer anyway, now that you're 18. Assuming Annie was okay with it. Just without the baggage of you already having seen me having sex already and with whom. I don't know if the word 'blackmail' has crossed your mind, but it has mine."

Marissa cringed. "I wouldn't! I wouldn't do that, to any of you. I swear it." Marissa made the Catholic sign of the cross, whispering, "In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen."

"That gesture raises another issue," Mom said. "Are you going to confess all this to your parish priest, Marissa?"

Marissa answered, "I don't confess in church any more. When I turned 12, my first confession about being attracted to both girls and boys got back to my parents within 24 hours, when I had told nobody but Father O'Malley in confession. Thankfully, they shrugged it off, since my aunt Maria had already come out as a lesbian years before. Now, I only confess directly to God and even that's just my own sins, not anyone else's. Anyway, I didn't see sin here yesterday. I saw love. I wouldn't still be here, otherwise. My personal relationship with God is about love, not old testament prohibitions, whether they're against homosexuality or incest or anything else. Crossing myself is just old habit when I make a promise to God."

I said, "I'm glad you're open to my relationships with Annie and my mom. Not everyone will be."

Marissa said, "I know that. Nobody's going to hear it from me, though. Not even my parents."

Annie changed the subject by asking, "What's the plan today? The two of you are going out tonight, but are we all spending the day together until then?"

I answered, "I still have two suitcases sitting by the front door, one with clean clothes, the other dirty, so I'll be spending part of the day on laundry. Then I've got to make dinner and movie reservations. Since Marissa didn't arrive with an overnight bag, I assume she needs to go home first."

Marissa nodded, then suggested, "I haven't seen the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie yet, have you?"

"Not a chick flick?" I asked.

She stuck out her tongue at me. "I think both of the leads are hot. Sue me for not being the traditional teenage girl."

"I like it. And you," I backpedaled.

In unison, all three woman shouted, "You better!"

~~~~~

Marissa headed home around noon to make an appearance with her family and get showered and dressed for our date. I made reservations for dinner at 6 and got tickets for the 7:30 showing of the movie, in the same shopping center. Mom and Annie made the grocery shopping trip that they'd planned before my originally expected arrival, including picking up plenty of blueberries.

When I picked Marissa up at 5:30, she was already outside her house and dressed to stun, in a bright yellow sun-dress that hugged her curves while also highlighting her physique. "Oh. My. God. You look gorgeous tonight," I said, as I walked her to my car, opening the door.

"Thank you sir, for the door and the compliment. I'm glad you like it. You clean up well, too." I'd gone for a gray short sleeved shirt over black dress pants and black shoes.

Despite knowing that certain topics regarding my transformed home life were off-limits in a public space, we kept up a lively banter over dinner. That is, until we had an unwelcome encounter during our entrees.

"What are you doing here, slut?" came a voice from behind me that I immediately recognized as Gary's nasally tone. As he passed by me to hover threateningly over Marissa, I stood up, winding up behind him unseen, as he screamed, "I'm talking to you, bitch!"

As I grabbed his left wrist and pinned it between his shoulder blades and clamped my left hand beside his neck, I hissed, "You don't talk to any of my friends that way, you little piece of shit. First, you hurt my sister, then you insult the girl you used to do it? Why? Because she realized you lied her into having sex with you? That's two strikes, butthole. I dare you to go for a third." Our waiter saw me holding Gary, but didn't intervene, having also heard what prompted my action. I needed to resolve this before a manager got involved and called the police. Otherwise, Gary's forehead would already have met the table.

"T-Tyler? What are you doing here?" Gary asked, glancing back at me.

Keeping my voice low, I said, "Marissa and I are having dinner, jackass. That should be obvious to anyone with eyes and a brain. A little less obvious is the fact that we're on a date. You know, that thing you do where you show a woman a good time and don't try to make her do anything she doesn't want to do? Oh, that's right, you don't have any experience with that. It's all about getting laid, for you. Any lie is okay, if it gets you to score."

Gary swung for that third strike. "She's, she's... gay. She wants Annie. Why would she go out with you?"

"I'm bisexual, pendejo," Marissa said. "That means I can be attracted to either one of them, date either one, or even both of them, although no threesomes, obviously. Annie and I reconciled and she gave me her permission to go out with Tyler. We were having a wonderful time, until you showed up."

I was tired of this. I leaned in and whispered, "You have five seconds to apologize for your insults and get the hell out of our sight, otherwise I see if I can make you scratch the top of your head with this hand. Might be the last thing you ever do with that arm, though. Five.... Four..."

Gary shouted, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said those things, or lied to Marissa. Let me go!"

I released his arm, giving him a small shove in the direction he was originally walking. He didn't look back, quickly heading to the exit, rubbing his shoulder.

I sat back down and asked, "Anything else I need to know about what went down before or after you had sex with him? I really don't need to know about the during."

Marissa quietly answered, "Once I figured out that Annie didn't know anything about any threesome when she accused me of stealing her boyfriend and ran out crying, I ripped him a new asshole. He countered that I was the one who initiated things, which was a total lie. I haven't seen him since, until tonight. He's completely avoided me at school, although I've gotten hints that he's been bad-mouthing me. Thank you for sticking up for me. Can we head over to the theater? I'm not going to finish this chicken. I brought unsalted peanuts for the movie. I have a bag for you, too."

"Not popcorn?" I asked, gesturing at the waiter for our check.

"Too much salt and butter," she answered. "Can't keep my girlish figure, if I gorge on theater popcorn or candy."

"Riss, there's nothing about your figure which is girlish. You're all woman. I like it." Annie's nickname for her felt good on my tongue as I tried it out for the first time.

"And Riss will be a fat woman by the time she's 30, if she's not careful with what she eats," she said. "You'll understand, when you meet my mama. She blames her weight on having six kids, but in her wedding pictures she was already getting a second chin at 28. I came along a year later."

I paid the check and we took the leftovers out to my car, before heading to the theater. I was pretty sure I saw Gary's car leaving the parking lot as we walked out.

The movie was silly, escapist fun. We held hands and laughed our asses off. After, we walked hand in hand back to my car. At the passenger door, Marissa kissed me for the first time. And the second and the third, each longer and more passionate.

"Get a room!" someone shouted from several cars away.

"Are you ready for that, Riss?" I asked, as she sat down in her seat, her cheeks red.

"Just you and me, though," she answered. "One step at a time."

~~~~~

Back at my house, Mom met us at the door. "Did you two have a run-in with Gary tonight?"

Marissa answered, "At the restaurant. He was saying some vile things about me. Tyler came to my defense. Did he come here?"

Walking from the hallway to the bedrooms, Annie said, "Yup. Apologized to me, even begged to get back together, which I shot down, then tried to inform on the two of you, like I didn't know you were out together. Mom stayed in sight the whole time, in case he caused trouble, but he eventually left, looking like his whole world had turned upside down on him."

I said, "I'm sure he thought he knew how to play both of you and it didn't work at all. Hopefully, he'll leave the two of you alone now, but I wouldn't bet on it. Once you graduate, it should be easier to avoid him. He's planning to join the Navy, right?"

"Yeah, that's his plan." Annie asked, "How was the rest of your date, otherwise?"

Arching her eyebrows, Marissa said, "Ask me in the morning, querida. It's not over yet." She took my hand, and began walking in the direction of my bedroom.

"Treat her right, Ty!" Annie warned.

Once we were through my door, Marissa turned, kissed me fiercely, then hugged me tight, her breasts pressing against my ribs. "Am I crazy?" she asked. "This is only our first date and here I am, in your bedroom, looking forward to getting your clothes off so I can see you naked again."

I rubbed my hands along her back and answered, "No crazier than me, I think. Let's face it. After yesterday, there wasn't any chance this was going to be a completely traditional courtship, Riss. I did want to slow things down, after yesterday's whirlwind. Try to normalize the situation a little. At the same time, I feel impatient to see if we work together to be part of this long-term foursome Annie has envisioned. Those kisses in the parking lot kind of disabled my brakes."

Marissa paused, before asking, "Are you just doing this for Annie?"

"I might have asked you out yesterday because of Annie," I said, "Or it might have been a few weeks before I did it on my own, after you were done with school. But that's as far as it goes. You're not here in my arms right now because that's what Annie wants, it's what I want. Should I ask you the same question? Are you just here because it's what Annie wants you to do?"

She answered, "No, I'm not. I mean, I love Annie and I want to be in her life, but not at the cost of forcing myself into a relationship with you that isn't working for both of us, just so we can share her. I can see the logic in hiding your incest with Annie and Shelby behind a relationship with me, but that relationship still has to be real and rewarding. Even as horny as I feel right now, feeling your cock pressing into my tummy, I know that it will still take some time for us to really know each other the way I want.""Should we wait on sex, then?" I asked.

Marissa answered me by pulling my right arm from behind her and guiding my hand under her dress and between her legs, where her panties were drenched in her juices. "That answer your question, Tyler?" she asked, before kissing me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

I rubbed my three middle fingers along her panties-covered labia several times, before I worked my hand to the waistband and slid my fingers underneath them. The cotton fabric clung to her wet, hairless skin, the closer I got to the source. I lightly grazed her clit as my middle finger split her lips before hooking my middle finger to enter her wet hole.

Meanwhile, Marissa's hands were busy unbuttoning and untucking my shirt, pushing it towards my shoulders. She broke our kiss to lean down and suck my left nipple into her mouth, her hands now reaching to undo my belt. My left hand felt along her back for the zipper to her sundress and pulled it down.

As I wriggled my left arm from its shirt sleeve, she shrugged her shoulders and the dress straps fell and soon the front of her dress was hanging on my wrist between her legs, soon joined by my shirt. A twitch of my left hand opened the clasp on her lacy bra and it fell forward onto my arm as well.

All this clothing bound up on my right arm was getting in the way. I had no choice but to remove my finger from her pussy to let the clothing pass between us to the floor. Before I touched her again, I pushed my pants, underwear and shoes and socks off, as she stepped out of the circle her dress made around her feet and kicked it aside.

One piece of clothing remained. I knelt, pulling her thong panties down with both hands. I replaced my finger with my tongue, as my hands reached down to slip her low-heeled shoes off.

"Oh fuck, Tyler, your tongue feels fantastic."

"Thnk y—" I mumbled, my mouth full of her goodness.

Marissa started taking small steps backward, leading both of us towards my bed. As she reached the edge beside my foot-board, she sat down, leaning back while lifting her legs to put them onto my shoulders. The change in angle made it easier for me to thrust my tongue deeply into her, starting to tongue fuck her, while my hand looped over her hip to thrum her clit with my thumb.

"Dios! I'm gonna cum soon!" she cried. Her pussy muscles clenched several time around my tongue, then she cried out, "Aaaiiieeee! Ty! Dios mio! Cuummmmminngg!" She didn't really need to tell me, because I could feel her walls spasm around my tongue.

She pushed me away, panting, before saying, "I need that cock in me, right now, Mr. Campbell!"

With her hips still at the edge of the bed, I pulled back and stood, letting her legs slip along my arms until her knees were hooked over my elbows. As my steel-hard cock came into contact with her groin, Marissa reached between her legs to give it a quick stroke, then placed it at her opening. "Fuck me hard," she ordered.

Keeping eye contact with her, I thrust forward with my hips, getting about half-way inside with that stroke, my balls slapping into her muscular ass on the second. "Like that?" I asked.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she started to chant, giving me a rhythm. Sliding in, out, hard and deep, gradually pushing her legs farther back as I leaned forward to thrust harder. I leaned far enough forward to nibble at her nipples. Marissa's fingers played over her clit, gripping my dick as it passed by.

I had no warning that her orgasm was imminent, when she started to shake below me, her mouth open in a wordless scream. "God, that was something else, Tyler," she said, when she could.

Ten minutes later, I was at the edge, when I thought to ask, "Can I cum in you, Riss?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" was her answer. "Fill me up! I'm almost there too!"

The moment I felt her start to shudder again, my cock let loose with the first of a dozen spasms of its own, gushing my cum deep into her. 'My third new lover in two days,' flitted through my mind, marveling at how fast my life was changing.

Slipping my cum-coated cock out of her, I climbed onto the bed with her, as she scooted more towards the middle, winding up lying face to face on our sides as we caught our breaths. I caressed her arm, as I said, "Thank you."

"For what?" she asked. "For having sex with you? I'd say we both won equally there."

"For reminding me that sex with someone who isn't related to me can be fantastic, too," I said. "Compared to most of my past experiences, the three of you this weekend have rocked my world. I needed to know that it wasn't just the incest turning me on. That it was a partner who cares for me and wasn't just into recreational sex."

"You haven't even had all three of us at the same time yet," she reminded me, causing my cock to pulse a couple of times at the thought.

We heard a loud moan of, "Oh, Mommm!" through the door, realizing that we weren't the only ones having sex in the house.

"We're not joining them tonight," Marissa stated. "This is about you and me right now."

"Definitely," I agreed. "I was the one who suggested we hold off on having a foursome last night until you and Annie reconciled and you and I get to know each other better. Will I be punished if hearing them makes me hard, though?"

"However you get there is okay with me," Marissa answered, reaching her hand down to my cock, which was half-hard again. "If I'm ultimately going to be sharing you with them, I better get used to the idea that I might get fucked by an erection that one of them caused. Or get you hard only to have you stick it into someone else. So long as I get my share eventually." She began to softly frig my cock, increasing its hardness with every stroke.

I leaned down to suck on her nipples, alternating between them, feeling them harden under my tongue like my cock was hardening in her hand. "I want you in my mouth," she said, pulling away and turning around, presenting me with her juicy pussy. "Are you okay with licking your own cum?" she asked, just as her tongue started to slurp along my length.

"Never bothered me before," I said, running my tongue the length of her labia, tasting both of us mixed together, then moving to lick up some of the mess that coated her thighs. I introduced first one and then two fingers into her vagina, forcing more of our fluids to ooze out. What I didn't swallow was spread around her labia, coating her clit before I licked it away.

Marissa's hot mouth clamped over my glans and she pumped my shaft underneath, slowly taking more of me inside until I bumped into the back of her throat. Not gagging, she pressed until the glans had entered the beginning of her throat, then came back up. "Perfect size for that," she mumbled before repeating the process.

I had found the rough patch of Marissa's gspot and was strumming my fingertips across it, causing her moans to vibrate around my dick. I teased around her clit, working Marissa's arousal higher. When I circled my tongue around it and sucked it between my lips, she squealed. A half dozen flicks while maintaining that suction and she edged over into orgasm, still sucking my cock without pause. An increase in the breathing she was doing through her nose, several shudders of her abdominal muscles and the convulsions inside her pussy were my primary signals that she'd even cum.

Another gush of fluids escaped Marissa's vagina and I returned my tongue to her labia to lick those up as her body came down from its peak, trying to keep her arousal high enough to push her over that edge again and again.

When her breathing had returned more towards normal, I resumed my attentions to her clit and gspot. I had her cumming thirty seconds later, but this time I didn't back off, pushing her higher and higher, into a third and fourth orgasm.

Throughout, Marissa maintained her cock sucking without missing a beat. My orgasm rushed upon me. I warned, "Gonna cum!" a couple seconds before I felt the first pulse run up my cock and out the top. Marissa had started her fifth orgasm at the same moment and pulled off to scream, "Dios! Aiiii! So good!"

As a result, most of my ejaculations splashed against her face instead of going into her mouth. When she looked back at me, laughing, her whole face was covered in my cream. Sitting up, she used her fingers to scoop the cum into her mouth, swallowing several times. When she was done, she asked, "Can you get me a wet washcloth to clean the rest, please? I'm not one of those who believes in cum as a beauty cream."

I walked down the hallway to the bathroom I shared with Annie to wet a wash cloth in warm water. The sounds of Annie and Mom having sex were even clearer from there. The door to Mom's room was closed. I returned to Marissa, who was clearly listening in while my door was open. I closed it behind me as I came into the room.

"Do you get jealous of them, Tyler?" Marissa asked, as I sat on the bed again, facing her.

I paused to consider the question while I began wiping the remaining spunk from her face, then answered, "I never honestly expected to have either of them as lovers, so I don't have possessive feelings for them like that. You've seen my protective side tonight, but that's not the same thing. I'm happy that they're finding happiness and grateful that they let me share in that. I see that as a gift, not something that they owe me, particularly given that they're committing a crime to do it, when the two of them aren't illegal by themselves. Taboo perhaps, but not criminal. We'll see whether I feel possessive towards you, whatever label you want to put on our relationship at this time. Are you feeling possessive over Annie?"

Her face clean, I tossed the washcloth towards my hamper and turned to sit side-by-side, my arm going around her waist.

Marissa sighed, as she snuggled against me, sticking slightly from our sweat. "I guess I am, a little bit. When I fantasized about her, I just pictured it being Annie and me, y'know? Until Gary tempted me with a threesome that turned to crap pretty quickly. Now, I'm adjusting to the idea that a four-person relationship including you and Shelby might be how this works out in reality. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. So far, it's good. Making love with just Annie last night was the fulfillment of that original fantasy and more. Tonight, you've already made me cum more than any guy I've ever been with and I hope we're not done yet. I haven't made love to Shelby yet, but she's who I would picture as perfect MILF material and she's always been good to me, whenever I've been around here."

"She hates the term MILF, just to warn you," I said. "Although, that was before she had sex with me. I'm not sure she's ready to hear the term motherfucker applied to me, either."

"Just don't smile, if some guy calls you that on the street," Marissa warned. "If he means it as an insult, you still have to react that way."

"I know," I said. "I have to avoid acting like their boyfriend instead of son and brother, too. They're worth the effort, though. I hesitated yesterday, but once we did cross that line, I don't want to cross back now."

"Even if it means dating your sister's lover?" Marissa asked.

I turned her face to mine. "Riss, I thought we already went over this. I'm not in this relationship with you in order to remain intimate with Annie. Or Mom. Yes, Annie was the first to suggest dating you. I'll count that as matchmaking that any sister might do. That's as far as it goes, though. I'm in this to see if the two of us work as an us, the same goal I would have in any dating relationship. The foursome would add to that, rather than this relationship being a prerequisite to it. Has Annie said that your relationship with her depends on you and me being together?"

Marissa said, "She hasn't said it, but doesn't it feel that way?"

I answered, "Not to me. I don't see getting to know you better as something I owe to either Annie or Mom, okay? Yes, the prospect of having a so-called 'golden egg', a girlfriend or eventually a wife who isn't my relative but knows about and supports my relationships with Annie and Mom, is a good thing. So it makes sense for us to try, since you're already in on the secret. Not because of the secret, but because we're attracted to each other and want to find out where that might go. I want to be clear that the feelings I already have for you now and the ones that I hope will develop in fairly short order, those are mine, from my heart. They aren't imposed on me by Annie or my Mom as some obligation to them, to the secret, to the foursome, none of that. It's about us. If you and I don't work as a couple, then we'll figure something else out. Even if it means you and Annie only have a side relationship that doesn't involve Mom or me or we both let Annie go so she can be with you by herself."

"That would be acceptable to you?" she asked.

"What's the alternative?" I countered. "The two of us force ourselves to pretend in public that we love each other, if we really don't, for the sake of camouflaging the incest secret? That makes no more sense than a married couple staying together for the sake of the children, when both parents are miserable or fighting and the kids know it and blame themselves. I won't do it, and I hope you won't either. I'd be telling enough lies to protect the secret, I won't tell that one."

"I won't either, Tyler. So, what's the plan? If any pairing doesn't work, the whole thing fails?"

"Maybe. We'll face that as it happens. Consider this. There are six different duos that the four of us make. Each of us is in half of those pairs. The three pairs which you're not in, between Mom, Annie and me, are pretty solid, I think, but we're not going to stop being family if we stop having sex with each other. The question marks last night, when Annie suggested we could be two couples in public and a foursome in private, were the additional three duos involving you. That's why, instead of jumping into bed as a foursome right away, I wanted you and Annie to have your reconnect time last night. That seems to have gone well. Then you and I on a date tonight, which I'm really enjoying, not just counting the sex, although that's been outstanding. What's left is to make time for you and Mom. Then we can figure out next steps."

"This date has been awesome, so far," Marissa said, before pulling my head to hers to lock her lips to mine. My cock was standing up in my lap before she was done. She noticed immediately, giggling, "Can Riss get a ride on that, mister?"

She was already turning to climb into my lap before I could answer, "Yes, mount up."

Wrapping her legs around my back and holding my shoulders, Marissa lowered her torso, seeking to lodge my cock in her pussy by touch. I reached into the narrow space between us and guided myself to position, then let go as she dropped onto me, surrounding me in her juicy warmth again.

Rather than bounce up and down, she gyrated her hips in this position and returned to kissing me, her tongue chasing mine. Her firm breasts were pressed into my chest, her nipples hard points. I wrapped her in my arms as I rotated my hips under her, producing small thrusts.

Marissa was grinding her clit into my groin with every motion. She came after five minutes of this, moaning into my mouth. "Oh, fuck, that's nice," she said, when her shudders stopped.

I knew it wasn't enough motion to get me off, though, so I pulled my feet underneath me until I was on my knees, holding her against me. I shifted my hands to her butt and lifted her several inches, then dropped her onto my cock again as my hips rotated upwards, driving into her. Marissa stopped kissing me, putting her head on my shoulder, moaning.

I followed that up with a quick series of half-depth thrusts, trying to angle my glans to stroke her g-spot. "Oh, Ty, that feels so good. Don't stop!" she exclaimed, grasping my shoulders more tightly, using that leverage to help me pull her up. Her nipples were dragging along my chest with every rise and fall, our stomachs sliding along each other, slick with sweat.

When Marissa cried out in another orgasm, I lowered her onto her back, her butt still held aloft in my hands, her legs still wrapped around my back. I remained on my knees and started to thrust, lengthening my stroke, Marissa using her feet to pull me in. "Oh god, Marissa, you feel so good around me," I breathed. "I'm almost there."

"Cum for me, Tyler," she said. "Fill me up again, lover."

After several more deep thrusts, I shouted, "Cummmminnngg!", draining what little sperm remained in my balls into her as I felt her shudder around me in another small orgasm. When my last dribbling pulse stopped, I withdrew, laying on my back beside her, pulling my covers over us. "Holy shit!" I gasped, turning my head to face her. "That was amazing, Riss."

"I've... I've never cum that much in one night, Tyler," she softly said. "You might just have ruined me for any other man."

I took a deep breath, before saying, "The idea of you with another guy does make me feel possessive, Marissa. If tonight is any indication, I'm going to be head over heels soon."

"Me, too," she said. "Which scares me, a lot. What if I fall for you, then this situation with the foursome doesn't work? Would you still choose me over Annie and your Mom?"

I rolled to my side to face her. She did the same. Brushing my thumb across her cheek, I said, "If it came down to not being able to be intimate with them ever again for the sake of my relationship with you? I would do that. Plus, they would expect it. We already raised the issue yesterday while I was weighing the pros and cons. I can't marry either of them or safely have kids with them, both because it's genetically risky and because it could land us in jail after a DNA test proves I'm the father. We know already that we're not going to let what the three of us have stop us from seeking outside relationships for the purpose of marriage and kids, if we want that. Mom made that 'golden egg' comment in a best-of-both-worlds sense, in having both a marriage that can produce children plus continuing being intimate with each other through the acceptance or participation of the spouse. But if we can only have one of the two, it would be the marriage."

Marissa asked, "Hypothetically, if the person I want to marry is Annie, instead of you, what then?"

"Assuming she wants the same thing, then I walk Annie down the aisle and give her away with a smile on my face and my best wishes for you both," I answered. "Whether you approve of Annie still being intimate with Mom and me after that is a separate question that I hope would be yes. It really is simple, Riss. I want to do whatever will produce the most happiness for all of us. Do I think the four of us could be happy as two married couples, you and me and Mom and Annie, secretly intimate as a foursome? Yes, I think it's possible and the best outcome given what we all seem to be feeling for each other. So, I'm going to be optimistic about that but realistic that it's not the only possible outcome here. We can't know which one would ultimately be the best until we discover our full feelings for each other."

Marissa grunted, "Ugh. It's so much more complicated than just dating one person. That's binary, you love the guy or you don't, then you decide if it's enough to marry. Here I have to worry about do I love Annie more than I love you or Shelby."

I shook my head. "I don't think that's it at all. The level of feelings we have for each other don't have to be exactly equal. We just have to make each other happy being together in whatever combination of two, three or four people. If your feelings for Annie are stronger, that's okay so long as your feelings for me are real and not a sham. That's back to that binary question, just asked three times."