But had anything changed? Joanna was still my girlfriend; she had made it clear she wasn't going to have sex with Paul and had said Kaitlyn had agreed to not have sex with me. But Kaitlyn last night had made it abundantly clear she wanted us to fuck. Kaitlyn and Joanna had spent the whole afternoon together. Had they miscommunicated?
I did feel like one thing had changed. When one of the girls was skiing and Mom and Dad were steering and doing lookout, Paul boldly flirted with the other girl, particularly Joanna. I couldn't hear what he said over the engine noise, but there was no mistaking how he looked at them and how much he enjoyed flirting with them.
Joanna checked with me occasionally, but Kaitlyn spent more time sitting next to me. She didn't say anything; she just put her hand on me in a way so that Mom and Dad couldn't see. Her touch thrilled me. Deep down, I knew I couldn't resist Kaitlyn. My desire for her had been building steadily through the week. She was the sexiest woman I knew. If an opportunity came up for us to fuck and Joanna didn't stop us, Kaitlyn and I would do what she wanted. At the same time, she was my sister, and I knew we shouldn't have sex. Especially because Joanna and Paul would know what we did. What if Paul got jealous and went to my parents? That'd make our lives a mess.
How would Joanna respond to Kaitlyn and me fucking? Would it be the end of our relationship? She had seemed almost happy when I said I wished I could fuck Kaitlyn. Why would my girlfriend want me to fuck her best friend, my sister? Was it that she got off on the idea of a brother having such immoral desires for his sister? Or was there something else? I had the feeling Joanna and Kaitlyn were working together to get Kaitlyn and me in bed, and it was only a matter of time before it happened.
For lunch, I made a sandwich, wandered out onto the deck and made for a far corner. I wanted to be alone so I could pull my thoughts together enough that when Mom and Dad "napped", I could have an intelligent conversation with Kaitlyn and Joanna about what was going on.
To my surprise, Mom came out of the lake house and sat down next to me with her lunch. We chitchatted for a while, and I did my best to act normal.
Finally, Mom said, "What's wrong, Brandon?"
"Wrong, Mom?"
"You've been acting out of sorts this morning. What's wrong?"
Your daughter wants to fuck me, I'm probably going to let her, and I think my girlfriend is okay with the idea. But other than that, everything's normal.
"I don't know, Mom. I think I'm worn down. I do a lot of physical work at the golf course, and I've been out on the water constantly since we've been here. Maybe I should take a big nap this afternoon while the rest of you water ski."
"Don't lie to me, honey. I know something's going on."
Oh shit! Does she suspect what we've been doing at night? I had to say something was wrong, but what?
I sighed and shook my head to give me time to come up with something, and then said, "I don't get along well with Paul."
"You haven't been upset for two days because of Paul."
True. As I didn't know exactly what Mom had observed/figured out, I decided the best course of action was to keep my mouth shut. I shrugged and picked up my sandwich.
Mom said, "You're upset about Joanna, aren't you?"
My eyes widened. Did Mom suspect what Joanna and Paul had been doing? If she did, she probably suspected what Kaitlyn and I were doing. I decided to hedge the best I could. "Yeah. Things have been different between us the last few days."
"Oh, Honey," Mom said in an 'it-hurts-me-more-than-it-hurts-you' tone. "I had worried Kaitlyn and Paul might break up during this week, but you and Joanna breaking up hadn't crossed my mind."
"I don't think we're breaking up." We'd happily fucked last night.
"You two are pulling away from each other. Look Honey, being together constantly for a week is very stressful, particularly when you're with the same people and are doing the same things day after day. Don't rush to any decisions."
You have no idea what you're talking about.
Mom continued in her concerned mom voice, "I've known Joanna for years, and I think the world of her. She's grown up in a very difficult situation, and, given that, she's amazingly well-adjusted. She's overcome a lot of challenges, and I admire her resilience, but she's going to have struggles you can't understand because you've grown up in a stable, loving family."
Someone who grew up in that same stable, loving family wants to fuck me.
"Love is all fireworks at your age. But when the fireworks dim, real love is work."
Fireworks with Kaitlyn. What an awesome image!
"There are days when I don't like your father, even though I still love him. Love is a choice; it's deciding every day to be totally committed to your other. I see Joanna as the type of person who can do that."
You have no fucking idea what you're talking about.
"What I'm saying is she's worth persevering for. Give her a second chance, and a third chance, and a fourth chance before you decide to do anything you might regret later. Okay?"
"Okay, Mom." I'll go back now to thinking about fucking my sister.
Mom stood up and smiled at me, her motherly message delivered. She went back into the lake house, leaving me to my thoughts.
I didn't have much time with them as Kaitlyn immediately came out after Mom went in. She sat down in the chair that Mom had occupied moments ago. "What did Mom say to you?"
"She's concerned because I haven't been my normal self recently."
Kaitlyn reached out and gave my hand a squeeze. "You're having a hard time with what we've been doing at night, and I admire you for that. So many guys would be 'The more making out the better'. Paul is certainly that way. But you're not comfortable making out with someone you're not committed to, are you?"
I was so thankful that Kaitlyn understood. "No, I'm not."
"Well, tonight is our last time since tomorrow night we have the big campfire." Our family tradition was that on the last night of vacation, we'd have a beach campfire where we'd tell stories, roast marshmallows and make s'mores. It was an evening of family fun.
"Last night," I said. What would happen tonight? Would Kaitlyn and I fuck?
"When I told you last night that I wanted you to fuck me, what did you think of that? Did it appeal to you?"
My thoughts were instantly scrambled as I both wanted to fuck Kaitlyn and was repulsed by the idea. I once again wrestled with my desire and my disgust at my desire. What kind of guy wants to fuck his sister? Particularly when he's got a girlfriend?
"Kaitlyn, I'm your brother."
Kaitlyn gave me a small, knowing smile. "And I'm your sister. Last night, did the idea of fucking me appeal to you?"
Why was Kaitlyn asking me this now? What was the point? It wasn't like we were going to fuck while Mom and Dad were "napping".
I had the feeling she was going to keep asking me until I answered her. I tried to think of an answer that wasn't really an answer, but I realized that Kaitlyn wouldn't accept one of those.
"Yes, it appealed to me. But I'm still Joanna's boyfriend."
Kaitlyn patted my arm. "You are. And you're a great boyfriend to her. I wish to God I had a boyfriend like you." Kaitlyn had a wistful look on her face. Then she pulled back her hand as her face turned serious. "Which is why I came out here. I told Paul to wait for me in our room. When I leave you, I'll go in and break up with him. I'll tell him that he needs to pack up his stuff, and that you'll take him back to our house."
"Holy shit!" I just about had a heart attack. This was not the news I was expecting. This was absolutely not the news I was expecting. "I didn't see this coming."
"I've told you that I had almost had it with Paul. This morning, I decided to pull the plug." Kaitlyn leaned forward. "You have to take him home. If Dad or Mom go with you, Paul will probably blab about what we did during their walks. I don't want Mom and Dad to ever know about that. So I'll go into our bedroom, give him the news, and then I'll come out and you go in. I'll tell Mom and Dad. You need to get Paul out of here as quickly and gracefully as possible."
I was stunned. Nothing in how Kaitlyn had acted on the boat had foreshadowed this. Well, she had kept her conversations with Paul brief and had spent as much time with me as with him. But they hadn't argued. She hadn't seemed mad at him. And now, BOOM!, she was sending him home.
"Does Joanna know you're breaking up with Paul and are sending him home?"
"Yes. We had a private chat while Mom made breakfast, and I discussed the possibility with her then. When we were clearing the dishes after lunch, I let her know I was going to do it."
The shock was wearing off, and though I was surprised by the decision, I liked it. Kaitlyn wanted to get Paul out of here as quickly as possible, and I could see the wisdom in that. "Okay. Let's do it."
We stood up and went inside. I dumped the remains of my lunch in the trash and put my dish into the dishwasher. I walked over to Kaitlyn's bedroom door. When she came out, I went in.
After I closed the door, I looked at Paul. He was sitting on the bed with his hands on his head, stunned. "Do you know what Kaitlyn just told me?"
"That she's broken up with you, that she wants you to gather all your belongings and for me to take you home."
"Why? Why did she break up with me? She told me it was because of Total Galactic War. I've been playing it since before I met her. Why dump me now? We had a blast last night. We had a good time skiing this morning. Why now?"
I walked over and sat down in the one chair in the room. "I don't know. The more I know about women, the more I know that I don't know anything about women."
Paul laughed bitterly. "Truth. It was so good between Kaitlyn and me at college. And things have steadily fallen apart this summer. But I haven't changed, and she hasn't changed." He raised his hands. "What went wrong?"
"She hasn't told me anything." Bullshit, but it wasn't my job to tell Paul about his romantic failings. "But it doesn't matter. She's declared it's over. Time to pack up and move on. There'll be another girl. A good-looking guy like you will have another girlfriend in no time."
Paul grunted. He didn't seem in the mood for the plenty-of-fish-in-the-sea talk. "Joanna..."
He looked at me. He seemed to realize that I was the wrong person to discuss any possible outreach to Joanna. She was my girl, and I was glad things had gone no further between her and Paul than they had. They had gone too far, but they had gone too far between Kaitlyn and me as well.
"Let's get you home. It's been fun having you here, but you're Kaitlyn's guest, and I'm not going to argue with her about having you stay longer."
Paul sat there for a while thinking. Once again, I was very aware of our difference in size. If he wanted to vent his anger by beating the shit out of me, I was certain he could. I was not happy being put in this role by Kaitlyn. The things you do for family.
Then Paul shrugged. He got off the bed, grabbed his duffle bag and started loading clothes into it. "Tonight, I thought I'd get to see you and Kaitlyn fuck."
"She's my sister."
Paul's eyes lit up. "That's why I wanted to see the two of you fuck. A brother and sister fucking. It happens all the time in porn videos, but never in real life."
The way he said that, I expected him to add, It would have been something to tell my grandkids.
I decided silence was the best answer. I too had thought he'd get to see Kaitlyn and me fuck tonight. That was what everything pointed to.
Why had Kaitlyn asked me minutes ago if the idea of fucking her had appealed to me last night? By the time I drive home and back, it'll be after Mom and Dad have finished their walk. And tomorrow night, we wouldn't do anything because of the campfire. And then we'd be home. It made no sense. The more I knew about women, the more I knew that I don't know anything about women.
Paul had his stuff packed up. He picked up his duffle bag, and we left the room. Only Mom and Dad were visible when we came out. Dad looked like he was ready to join me in subduing Paul. I walked over to Dad, and he wordlessly handed me the keys. Paul and I went down the stairs, got in the minivan and headed home.
* * * *
For most of the drive, Paul told me about Total Galactic War. It was almost as exciting as listening to paint dry. But I'd rather listen to him talk about that instead of how my bitch sister had done him wrong.
After a couple of hours, we stopped at a convenience store. We bought sodas and snacks and got back into the minivan.
As I pulled out of the parking spot, Paul said, "I was going to fuck Joanna tonight, and I was going to get see a brother fuck his sister."
"No, that wasn't going to happen."
"Bullshit! I saw how Kaitlyn has been looking at you. And how you've been looking at her. You both want to fuck."
"I admit that Kaitlyn and I went well past what a brother and sister should do, but we did what we did because she and Joanna kept swapping back and forth. But Joanna told me last night that she and Kaitlyn had agreed that last night was as far as they would go. No fucking, no oral sex except with their boyfriend. Joanna likes being naughty, but not that naughty."
Paul grunted. It wasn't the answer he wanted to hear.
I asked, "Did Kaitlyn say anything to make you think she and I would fuck tonight?"
I heard Paul exhale angrily. "No," he said bitterly. "She told me the 'no fucking, no oral sex except with their boyfriend' too last night." He fumed quietly. "But you and her last night..."
"That's why you make rules ahead of time. We followed them last night, and we would have followed them tonight."
Paul was silent after that, but eventually started telling me about Total Galactic War. He was still telling me about it when we got to our house. I watched him put his duffle bag into his car and drive off, and then I headed back to the lake house.
* * * *
As I drove, I got angry. I had been so nice to Paul on the drive back to our house for fear that if I made him angry, he'd tell people about what Kaitlyn and I had done. I should have let him know that I thought he was a big jerk and that he deserved to be dumped by my sister.
And I was angry about what he had done with Joanna. She was mine. No one else should kiss her or suck on her tits. I shouldn't have let that happen. I had let it happen so I could do the same with Kaitlyn, but I shouldn't have been doing that either. Doing so left us vulnerable to blackmail from Paul.
I took a deep breath. "I'm sexually attracted to my sister. She's the sexiest person I know. I'd love to fuck her." There, I had said it. That was the truth I had been avoiding. And because I had been avoiding it, I hadn't been thinking straight. Now that I had set that down on the table, I could deal with it. And I had to deal with it. Kaitlyn wasn't going away. She was still Joanna's best friend and was going to spend a lot of time with us.
One thing I didn't understand was why Joanna had been so accepting of me making out with Kaitlyn. Didn't she feel possessive of me like I felt possessive of her? Why didn't it bother her that I made out with Kaitlyn as it bothered me that Paul made out with her? Was Joanna the kind of person that would want to swap with other couples? Was she into having casual sex with some guy so long as it didn't threaten our relationship?
I didn't think so. I more had the feeling that Joanna was willing to do what she did with Paul as a favor to Kaitlyn, so Kaitlyn could do the same with me. Joanna seemed to enjoy my making out with Kaitlyn and had encouraged me to do so. This led me back to wondering why she was so accepting of me making out with Kaitlyn. Was Joanna thinking she was giving me what I wanted? She could tell that Kaitlyn and I were sexually attracted to each other. Was she thinking she was doing me a favor by letting me act on that attraction while at the lake house? Then her making out with Paul was a sacrifice she was willing to make so that both Kaitlyn and I could have what we wanted.
I hadn't communicated well with Joanna, whereas she and Kaitlyn seemed to know what the other was thinking. And Kaitlyn had used that to get what she wanted, which was to make out madly with me and to get me to the point where I wanted to fuck her.
Did Kaitlyn want me to fuck her? Or was what she wanted was that I wanted to fuck her? Was that the conquest she was looking for? That she could get even her brother to want to fuck her? Was that why she asked me this morning if I wanted to fuck her last night?
That made a lot of sense. It was consistent with Joanna saying that she wouldn't fuck or have oral sex with Paul. Kaitlyn had wanted to see just how wild she could drive me, and Joanna had gone along as she thought it'd be harmless fun I'd enjoy. If Kaitlyn hadn't sent Paul home, then tonight she and I would have gone right up to the edge of having sex; she would have driven me so wild that I would have wanted to go all the way, and then Kaitlyn would have stopped me. And after that, she'd be able to hold over me that I had wanted to fuck her, but she hadn't let me.
What did I think of Joanna planning things with Kaitlyn behind my back? I was uncertain. Joanna liked surprising me with her naughtiness, and I had enjoyed her surprises. If Joanna thought that letting me and Kaitlyn make out was a way of making both of us happy, then her planning things with Kaitlyn was a good thing. But I felt like Joanna and Kaitlyn had planned to do much more tonight than last night, and I was curious about exactly what they had planned. I'd ask Joanna when I got to the lake house.
I was tired of Kaitlyn's games. Yes, I had enjoyed kissing her and sucking on her tits. If we were the only two people in the world, I'd love to be her boyfriend and to fuck her every night. But we weren't, so our relationship had no future. All that physical pleasure just wound up leaving me confused, and now I was angry that Paul got to do the same things with Joanna. No more of that. When I got to the lake house, I'd tell Joanna that she was mine and I wanted only to be with her. If Kaitlyn tried to play up to me again, I'd tell her no and get Joanna to help make her stop.
* * * *
When I got to the lake house, everyone was still up but headed to bed immediately. Joanna and I got into bed with me on my back and Joanna on her side, snuggling up to me. I asked her quietly, "Why did Kaitlyn break up with Paul today?"
"I don't know. She refused to say."
"You two had a plan for today. What was it?"
"To play things by ear." Joanna nibbled my ear.
"Kaitlyn told Paul last night that there'd be no fucking, no oral sex except with a boyfriend. You told me that too."
Joanna tweaked one of my nipples with her finger. "That's what we agreed to yesterday when we went to town."
I had the feeling that Joanna and Kaitlyn had agreed to far more than that.
Joanna kissed me, scattering my thoughts. She rubbed her body against mine as she said, "I've missed you."
"I've missed--"
Joanna kissed me again, more passionately this time. Her hand went to my cock, which was beginning to stir.
"Joanna," I said that like a parent addressing a misbehaving child. "We shouldn't. You know the rules."
Joanna slipped off her panties. "You expect your naughty girl to follow the rules?"
I didn't have a good rebuttal to that. I wanted my naughty girl to not follow the rules. When she pulled on my boxers, I lifted my butt up so she could take them off me. I said, "We'll have to be quiet."
Joanna flashed me a smile, savoring my surrender to her. "Of course."
We weren't quiet, but we weren't loud. When we were done, I was laying on my back again with Joanna's head on my shoulder. I was happy. Very, very happy. It felt so good being with Joanna. She was unpredictable and never boring. It was like now that Kaitlyn had been taken off the table, I realized how perfect Joanna was for me.
I said, "I love you."
Joanna gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I love you too." She said it almost condescendingly.
"I'm serious, Joanna. I love you, and I want to be with you. I want to be with you for more than just the summer. You're fun to be with, I'm really comfortable with you, and you make me very happy. I want to see where our relationship goes long-term."
I expected Joanna to say something similar back to me. Instead, after a few moments, I heard a sob. I twisted around, so I could see Joanna's face, and I saw tears running down it. She said, "I never expected you'd say something like that to me." She threw herself on top of me and hugged me. "I love you, Brandon."
"I didn't mean to make you cry."
"Don't worry. These are good tears."
"So you are very happy?"
"Yes, Brandon. I'm very happy."
"Good, because I want to make you happy all the time." I guided Joanna's head back to my shoulder. "I love you." I felt her tears on my skin, but she didn't continue to cry. We drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
The next morning was Saturday, and we went out on the jet skis. Kaitlyn, Joanna and I took the big jet skis. We rotated around. When I was with Kaitlyn, nothing special happened. It was great that there wasn't any drama, that it was just the three of us having fun.
After lunch, Kaitlyn, Joanna and I made our way down to the chaise lounges. Joanna was in the center, holding my hand. She said to Kaitlyn, "Last night, Brandon told me the 'L' word."
Kaitlyn asked innocently, "Lesbian?"
Joanna cracked up. "No, he told me that he loved me."
"Congratulations. I told you two that you were a great couple."
I added, "And she told me that she loved me. It didn't take too much begging to get her to say it."
Joanna poked me in the ribs. "I told you I loved you right after you told me."
We lay down on the chaise lounges with Joanna in the center. I looked over her to ask Kaitlyn, "Why did you really break up with Paul yesterday after lunch? He said you told him that it was because of the game, but he's played the game the whole time he's dated you."
"That's probably true. But there's a huge 'but'. When we dated at college, we both lived in the dorms with roommates who never went home. When Paul's roommate would be gone for a while, we'd go over to his room for sex, and then I'd come back to my room. When my roommate would be gone for a while, Paul came over to my room. Sometimes, we'd ask one of our roommates to give us a couple of hours of privacy. We never slept together. I knew Paul played the game, but he always played it when we were apart."
That sounded reasonable.
"When Paul spent the night at our house the first time, we had sex and then I expected us to cuddle until we fell asleep. Instead, Paul pulled out his tablet and started playing his game. It bothered me. I really wanted to cuddle. I eventually rolled over and went to sleep."
I could see why that'd be disappointing. Cuddling time after sex was when I felt my most lovey-dovey. During the rosy post-sex glow last night was when I told Joanna I loved her.
"First thing the next morning Paul reached for his tablet and started playing his game. No good-morning kiss. No cuddling. Certainly no interest in morning sex. It bothered me. Not earth-shattering, but it bothered me. That weekend was the first time I was with Paul continuously, and I finally saw how much time he spent on his game. And it was way too much. Spending time playing the game was more important than spending time with me. I realized that at school he hadn't spent as much time with me as I had wanted not because he was studying but because he was playing his game." Kaitlyn sighed in frustration. "I really enjoyed being with Paul when he was focused on me. But I grew to hate being with him when he played his game."
Joanna said, "And his game addiction was a huge problem this week. He kept pulling away to play when the rest of us obviously disapproved of him doing so."
"You're right," Kaitlyn said. "I had told him before the trip that things had been going downhill for us all summer, and that we needed to recapture the magic this week. But his game addiction upset me more this week than ever before."
"Why not ride it out for the few days left?" I asked. "Why end it after lunch yesterday?" Why ask me if fucking her appealed to me?
"Thursday night, I had a great time. I was so in the mood when Paul and I went to our bedroom. We had great sex. And then, he didn't reach for his tablet right away after we were done. The first time ever. And he didn't reach for it because he wanted to know if Brandon and I were going to fuck the next night. I told him that Joanna and I had agreed that we would only fuck or have oral sex with our boyfriends. He wouldn't let it go. He kept saying, 'I know you want to fuck Brandon and that Brandon wants to fuck you.' It really pissed me off. I eventually told him to shut up and play his stupid game."
Ouch! That was consistent with what Paul had told me in the car. He had seemed obsessed with the idea of watching me and Kaitlyn have sex.
"As I went to sleep, I thought about breaking up with Paul the next morning. But breaking up with him would ruin the day for everyone. I decided to try to make it work for the few days that were left. But on the boat, he kept bringing up that he wanted to see Brandon and me fuck. I kept trying to laugh it off and change the subject, but it didn't work."
Joanna said, "He kept telling me how much he looked forward to fucking me that night. We had made that rule, but I didn't know if the two of you wanted to set it aside for the last night. So I didn't tell Paul no, and I didn't tell him yes."
"On the boat, I decided to pull the plug on everything," said Kaitlyn. "I had some plans for last night, but they weren't going to work with Paul wanting to fuck Joanna while watching Brandon and me fuck. Rather than have a disastrous evening, I decided to send Paul home." Kaitlyn got up and came over to me with arms open. I sat up, and she hugged me. "Thanks for handling that yesterday. Any problems?"
"Not really. I was surprised that Paul hadn't been angrier. I was expecting him to lash out at least somewhat, and he didn't."
Kaitlyn said, "I think it's because he knows he's addicted to the game, and his addiction was what ruined our relationship. He probably didn't want to talk about that, but I think it's why he was as willing as he was to accept being sent home."
I nodded. That all made sense. But I felt like something was missing, that Kaitlyn was holding back on me. I was sure that every word she told me was true, but what she had left out would have told a different story.
Joanna was sitting up too now. Kaitlyn sat down next to her and gave her a side hug. "And thanks for your support this week."
Joanna patted Kaitlyn's arm. "No problem. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have Brandon as a boyfriend who loves me."
Kaitlyn ended the hug and brought her hands together in front of her in a let's-talk-business position. "Now that you're in love, I think you two should sublet an apartment for the rest of the summer."
"What?" I said. "We just said 'I love you' last night. That's way too fast, Kaitlyn."
"I know it sounds fast, but if you're going to live together this summer, you should do so now. If you wait longer, you'll probably miss the chance to do so. You will live with Joanna this fall at college, right?"
I hadn't considered it. "The last I heard, the plan for college was you and Joanna getting a two-bedroom apartment together. I'd get an apartment with a friend. I'm fine with that plan."
Kaitlyn gave me one of her you're-being-stupid looks. "And how long until you spend the night with Joanna? Probably the first night, right? How long until you're spending all your nights with Joanna? Two months? A month? And then you'd be stuck paying for an apartment that you aren't using. It'd be a huge waste of money."
"I told Joanna I loved her last night. I'm not ready to commit to living together yet. I want more time together before taking that step."
Kaitlyn looked frustrated. "You have to plan to succeed. You have to take the leap of faith that you and Joanna will make it as a couple for you and Joanna to make it as a couple. Money will be tight for the two of you. Her mom gives her no financial support. If Joanna has an unexpected expense, she has nothing to fall back on. Financial struggles are the kiss of death for most relationships. To put you and Joanna in the best financial situation, you need to commit now to living with her in the fall. You need to assume that your love will grow over the summer for your love to be able to grow in the fall."
I thought over what Kaitlyn said. It was a lot to process, but it also made a lot of sense. I was not one who thought a lot about the future. I was content to let things develop at their own pace. But getting an apartment and then not using it made no sense. Money would be tight, and apartments were expensive.
I looked at Joanna. She had her head down. I could tell she wasn't going to interrupt. It was up to me to make the first move about living together, just like it had been up to me to say 'I love you' first.
"What do you think, Joanna? Would you like to live with me this fall?"
Joanna smiled widely. "I'd love to live with you this fall."
Kaitlyn said, "That's wonderful. But I still think you should sublet an apartment this summer."
"Why would we get an apartment this summer?" I asked. I felt myself getting angry. Kaitlyn was pushing too much. Having Joanna and me commit to living together in the fall should have been enough for her.
"Because if you're going to live together this fall, you might as well start living together now where you can get a lot of support for setting up a household. Mom and Dad have lots of dishes and linens that they'd be willing to lend. You'll have the time to go to yard sales to look for stuff."
I said, "Us living together now is too fast."
"Setting that aside, why not?"
"I'm not setting that aside. It's too fast. Mom and Dad aren't going to accept it. Joanna's mom isn't going to accept it. It will be a big enough shock to them when we tell them that we are planning on living together in the fall."
Kaitlyn raised her eyebrows. "Do you really think Joanna's mom will give a flip if she moves in with some guy?"
Joanna said, "No. She won't." I was a little surprised she had chimed in, as this talk had mostly been an argument between Kaitlyn and me. "She'll be unhappy that I won't be around to do the cleaning and laundry, she'll miss the two hundred a month I pay toward rent, but that's it." Joanna thought for a moment. "I like the idea of living with Brandon now, but your parents won't approve of it. And we'd really need their support to move in."
"My mom loves you, Joanna. She's thrilled you're dating Brandon. She's not going to disapprove of you two moving in together. She and Dad will support you two in doing so." Kaitlyn leaned forward. "Let me tell you something that happened earlier this summer. Paul didn't like staying at my parents' house. He asked me about getting an apartment for the two of us. He'd pay two-thirds of the rent. I talked to Mom about it. She wasn't thrilled about it, but she said I was an adult and could make my own decisions. As Mom and Dad only pay a fixed amount of my college expenses, the net result of my getting an apartment with Paul would have been that I'd wind up owing more on my student loans when I graduate. I looked into doing it. What Paul and I would have done is take over someone's lease. It happens all the time. There's even a section of Craiglists for doing so. I didn't do it because I didn't want to spend the money to be alone in an apartment most of the week. If Mom was fine with me living with Paul for the rest of the summer, she'll be totally fine with you and Brandon living together for the rest of the summer."
I said, "I'm not convinced."
"You two have been basically living together this week," added Kaitlyn. "Have you seen anything from Mom and Dad to indicate that they don't one hundred percent approve of you and Joanna being together?"
Kaitlyn was right - Joanna and I had effectively been living together this week, and my parents had been totally cool with it.
"Why not have Joanna live with me in my bedroom for the rest of the summer? We wouldn't have to pay rent that way. I'm pretty sure Mom and Dad would say yes. They were okay with Paul living with us on the weekends."
Kaitlyn said, "Yeah, Mom and Dad would probably be fine with it, but Joanna's mom won't believe that Mom and Dad are fine with it. She'll think that Joanna hates living with her and begged our parents to let her move in."
Joanna said, "That's exactly how she'd take it. I think she'd be fine with me moving into an apartment with Brandon, but not into his parent's house. I love my mom. She's not the best mom in the world, but she loves me, and she's done the best for me that she can. I'm not going to do anything she'd take as an insult."
I wasn't going to let Kaitlyn win this argument. She had played too many games with me this week. I felt like she had a hidden agenda; that she wasn't just arguing for what she thought would be best for Joanna, and that the three of us living together was something she'd directly benefit from, but she wasn't saying how.
"Joanna and I don't have the money to live together this summer. We need to save all our money for the fall. You said so yourself. The better financial shape we're in when we move in together, the more likely living together will be successful. If we lived together this summer, that would mean that Joanna would have to come up with her share of a security deposit and one month's rent on TWO apartments." I turned to Joanna. "Have you saved up that much money?"
"I have. I've saved up quite a bit."
That was a deflating answer. I thought of the old maxim that a lawyer should never ask a question in court they don't know the answer to.
"How about this," said Kaitlyn. "To cut Joanna's share of the summer apartment, I'll live with you and her. We'll get a two-bedroom apartment. Then as she is using one-half of one bedroom, she'll only pay twenty-five percent of the rent. Brandon, you and I will pay the rest."
I countered with, "Where are you and I going to get the money to live with Joanna for the summer? Doesn't it make more sense for us to live at home and save our money for when we get to college?"
"I wasn't willing to spend the money to have an apartment with Paul for the summer. I'm willing to spend the money for you and Joanna to live together. And I think it'll be a lot of fun living with you. Are you willing to spend the money to live with Joanna for the rest of the summer?"
Kaitlyn had put me in a position where I'd be a bad guy to say no; where it'd look like I loved Joanna less than Kaitlyn did. I didn't like it. I felt like Kaitlyn was manipulating me.
"I still think the best plan is for all three of us to live at our homes and save our money for the fall."
* * * *
That night was our traditional campfire, and I opened the campfire by telling everyone that I loved Joanna and was planning on living with her at college. Mom ran over and hugged her. To say Mom and Dad responded positively would be an understatement. We spent a lot of time talking about our plans for college.
We took turns sharing memories as we roasted marshmallows and made s'mores. We made fun of Paul quite a bit. Joanna didn't share as much as the rest of us. As we were wrapping up our stories, Joanna said, "Thanks for making me feel like a part of your family."
Mom went over and hugged Joanna again. "I hope someday you are part of our family."
When Mom released her, I pulled Joanna into a hug from behind.
Kaitlyn said to Mom, "You're obviously okay with Joanna and Brandon living together this fall. We discussed a bit about the three of us living together this summer. It was just a discussion, but Brandon and Joanna wouldn't want to live together this summer without your approval. Would you be okay with that?"
Mom shrugged. "You're adults; you can do as you want. There's not a big difference between you living together this summer versus this fall."
I was ticked that Kaitlyn had brought this up. "It was just a discussion. We have no plans to live together this summer."
* * * *
After breakfast the next morning, we put all of the aquatic equipment into the boat house. We cleaned up the lake house for whoever used it next while loading up the minivan and then headed out.
As there was nothing else to talk about, the five of us discussed Joanna and I living together this fall; where we'd get the furniture and the other things we needed for the apartment. Mom volunteered to lend us plates, silverware, and cookware.
Joanna said, "I want to do the cooking!"
"Joanna," said Kaitlyn, "You've learned how to get out the ingredients and how to cut things up, but have you ever made a meal from a recipe before?"
"No. But I want to learn." She looked at my mom. "I feel like a good wife should know how to cook. And I intend to be a good wife someday."
We got home in the afternoon. Once the minivan was unloaded, I took Joanna to her apartment and dropped her off. "Do you want to go out for dinner?"
"No. I want to spend the evening with my mom. I'll see you Monday night."
I kissed Joanna. "See you then."
Once I got back to the house, I put my stuff away and then went to Kaitlyn's bedroom. I closed the door as I entered. It was unusual for Kaitlyn or me to close our doors, but I didn't want our parents to hear this conversation. "Kaitlyn, I'd like to talk to you about our week at the lake house."
Kaitlyn pointed me to sit down on her bed. She sat down in her chair and said, "Let me start this by apologizing. I lied to you at the lake house. I was very selfish this week. I hope I didn't damage your relationship with Joanna, and I'm very glad it ended with you two deciding to live together in the fall."
I was surprised. I had intended to talk about how we went way over the line while Mom and Dad took their nightly walk. "When did you lie to me?"
"Let me back up a bit. When you kissed my neck Sunday night, it was electric. A kiss had never affected me that strongly before. I loved it. I absolutely loved it. And I wanted more. I've always had something of a crush on you, and your kissing me blew that crush up. When Paul made love to me that night, I imagined it was you. And I wanted it to be you. I was done with Paul at that moment. I should have sent him home the next morning."
"But you didn't."
"I didn't think of it. Before the trip, I was leaning toward giving Paul one last chance and then breaking up with him after the trip if things didn't improve. After you kissed my neck, I decided to definitely break up with him after the week. So I put on my sexiest bikini and showed off my tits to you. I loved doing that. After lunch, I asked Joanna if she'd be okay with you kissing me again, and she said she was. That night, I wore my sexiest bra and panties for you. As Joanna and I changed, I joked about her and I taking our tops off after you had kissed my neck and showing you and Paul our tits to really get you two fired up. Joanna laughed, but I think she knew that's what I wanted to do."
"And we did that."
"And I loved it. I loved showing you my tits. And you seemed to love seeing my tits. I felt like you felt toward me like I felt toward you, but you weren't willing to embrace those feelings like I was. And I wanted to explore those feelings more. I wanted to kiss you. So the next day, I intentionally didn't bring the sunscreen spray, so I could ask you to apply lotion to me. I loved the feel of your hands on me. And then I told my first lie - that I was thinking of breaking up with Paul at the end of the week. I acted like it was a possibility and not a certainty. I got Joanna to suggest her helping to teach Paul to slow down. I didn't care about teaching Paul anything. It was all an excuse so I could kiss you."
"And we kissed."
"And it was awesome. I never enjoyed kissing a guy that much. The whole time that night I had sex with Paul, I imagined it was you. I began thinking about you and me being boyfriend-girlfriend. It was all I could think about. The next day, I dropped a bunch of hints to you that I wanted to be your girlfriend. You didn't seem to pick up on any."
"That was Wednesday, right?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, I didn't pick up on any hints that you wanted me to be your girlfriend."
"That night, I joked to Joanna about letting the other guy feel our tits. Again, I think she knew I wasn't joking. She got Paul to tell you to feel my tits. And I was in heaven. Kissing you while you touched my tits was the most erotic thing ever. And I wanted you as my boyfriend even more."
Replaying the week had me hard. It was interesting hearing Kaitlyn's side of it. "What did Joanna think of us making out? What she'd think about making out with Paul?"
"She was fine with us making out." Kaitlyn paused for a bit. "You have to realize that Joanna and I have been close for a very long time. So now, we don't have to say a lot. She knew I had a crush on you. She knew I was enjoying kissing you. I think she knew I was lying when I was lying, and that what I really wanted to do was make out with you. So we didn't really talk about it. She loved dressing up sexily. She enjoyed planning what we were going to do each night. I'd make a joke about what I wanted to do, and then she'd let me do it. She even worked to make it happen. She wanted me to do what made me happy, and she trusted me to not hurt her in doing so. So we didn't really talk about you and me making out." That made some sense. "As for making out with Paul, we didn't discuss that either. I think she liked it, but she liked it because it was a piece in a larger whole. It was part of being naughty and letting me have what I wanted. Paul was very nice to her, but she vastly preferred you to him."
"Okay. Then on Thursday?"
"On Thursday-" Kaitlyn's phone rang. She looked at it, and I could see that it was Joanna calling. Kaitlyn answered it with, "Hey! Brandon and I are talking about the fun the three of us had at the lake." Kaitlyn listened and her face quickly turned serious. She nodded her head a couple of times. "That was the right thing to tell her." She listened some more. "Of course. We'll do it. I'll talk to Brandon. I hope he'll agree, but if he doesn't, we'll go forward with just you and me." Kaitlyn listened some more. She was smiling now. "You'd do the same for me." Kaitlyn listened for a bit more. "Let me go." A brief listen. "Bye."
Kaitlyn set her phone down and looked over at me. "Big news. The guy her mom has been dating moved in while we were at the lake house. He's a little creepy, and Joanna is not comfortable living there with him. So she wants to sublet an apartment for the summer. Our plan was always that if he moved in, we'd get an apartment. She told her mom about you telling her that you loved her and that you wanted to live with her. She then told her mom that you wanted her to live with you right away, and that you were looking for a summer sublet for the three of us."
"Basically what I rejected yesterday."
"Yeah, but things have changed. She needs to move out. If you don't want to live with us, that's okay; we'll just say that you are. It's not like her mom will check. You're just an excuse, so she can gracefully move out. She wants this relationship to work for her mom. Life is so much better for her when there's two paychecks coming into the household. Joanna and her mom have been living life on the edge for the last two years. Lots of dinners of beans and rice. Driving as little as possible because there's no money to fix the car if there's car trouble. Shopping at Goodwill and sewing their work clothes. Or not having any new work clothes. If all the guy does is pay half the rent and groceries, it'd make a huge difference. And this guy is fifty, so maybe he's ready to settle down and behave."
"Why does Joanna need to move out?"
"She had to beat off several assaults from her mom's prior boyfriend. Whenever she thought her mom might leave her alone with that loser, she'd figure out a way to get out of the apartment before her mom left. She spent a huge amount of time doing homework over here. I'd suggest we'd go shopping whenever she'd say a certain code word. It was a very, very scary time for her. This guy may never make a move on her, but the idea of being alone in the apartment with him brings back all the trauma of living with the prior boyfriend."
That sounded absolutely awful. "Okay. I guess we'll be living with Joanna as soon as possible."
"That's great. Kaitlyn made a pushing gesture with her hands. "Setting all that aside, I think her living with you this summer is the best thing for hers and your relationship."
I furrowed my brow. "Why do you think that?"
"Look, you told her that you loved her, and I think that's great. It made her very happy. But she's had lots of guys tell her that they loved her. She needs to hear a lot more than words. She needs to see commitment. She's never had a guy who was committed to her. Her dad disappeared before she was two. All of her mom's boyfriends haven't stuck around for very long. Her boyfriends haven't lasted. My theory at the beginning of the summer was that when she didn't feel like her boyfriend wasn't committing to her, she'd start doing self-defeating behavior. That's why I pushed so early for you to agree to take her to the lake house."
I was confused. "Why was agreeing to take her to the lake house such a big deal?"
"Because it showed that you were committed to her; that you weren't going to drop her after a month. It also showed you were proud enough of having her as your girlfriend that you were willing to have her spend a week with our parents. The Friday that Paul came to our house for the first time, we talked about going to the lake house that evening. That was the first time you talked about her going to the lake house with you, wasn't it?"
I thought back. "I think so."
"The next Monday on the drive to work, I could tell a big difference with Joanna. At some point, she brought up that you were only dating her because I had forced you into it and that you didn't really like her; that you were just looking to have sex with her. She's had similar conversations with me about other boyfriends. In those conversations, I could see her feeling of self-worth plunge. But this time, I could push back. This time, I could say you were committed to her and proud to have her as a girlfriend. She pooh-poohed what I was saying, but I could see it affecting her. Telling our parents that you were committed to bringing her to the lake house raised her self-confidence and her feeling of self-worth."
I thought back to that time. "The next night after that was when we made love for the first time. She initiated it. I told her for the first time that night that I was her boyfriend. Our relationship really took off after that."
Kaitlyn nodded. "And she's been the happiest she's ever been since. She had a tangible commitment from you throughout this week, and I think she needed a new commitment from you to keep her feeling of self-worth up. If you had just said 'I love you' for the rest of the summer with no new commitment, she'd think you're only saying that to have sex with her, as her other boyfriends had done."
"So you pushed me to commit to living with her this fall."
"Yes. At the lake house, she was still struggling with her self-worth. She still didn't think she was good enough for you to date her long-term. Telling her 'I love you' in no uncertain terms boosted her self-worth. But you committing to living with her this fall and telling our parents that you loved her and were going to live with her this fall really pushed up her self-worth. She knows you really love her now. She wouldn't have told her mom that you had asked her to live with you as soon as possible if she didn't think you'd back her up on that."
"So why this summer? Shouldn't committing to live together this fall be good enough?"
"It probably would be. But I think living together now will really cement in Joanna's head that you love her and are fully committed to her. You could have always backed out on living together this fall."
It was very odd having a conversation with my sister about how much Joanna loved me. I wasn't the greatest at having relationship discussions, but one would think that Joanna should be telling me this stuff. And speaking of Joanna telling me stuff... "Why didn't Joanna call me tonight instead of calling you?"
"Several reasons. Joanna isn't confrontational. She wasn't going to call you up and say she told her mom that the three of us were going to do what you rejected yesterday. She wanted me to convince you to do it. And that convincing involved discussing her mom's last loser, which is something she hates discussing. She probably wanted to keep the conversation brief, so she could get back to spending time with her mom and her boyfriend. She could do that with me, but not with you. And she trusts my judgment. She wanted to hear me agree that what she did was the right thing to do."
"Amazing." I shook my head. It was stunning to have Kaitlyn pull back the curtain and show just how close she and Joanna were and how her and Joanna's relationship worked. "You don't have to live with us."
"Joanna has already told her mom that the three of us will live together. I don't want to change from that. And I think a quarter of the rent is all Joanna can afford."
I thought that over. "That makes sense. Now, where were you in your telling me about what happened from your point of view at the lake house? Thursday?"
"Thursday. That was the day we went shopping. I was on such a high that day. The prior night, the four of us had had sex in the same room. While Paul was going down on me, it was easy to imagine you doing it to me with you being right there. The crazy dream of having you as my boyfriend was really strong. During the shopping trip was the first time I discussed with Joanna my feelings for you. And I got very selfish. Up to that point, Joanna had been fine with going along with me having fun with you. At shopping, I got her to agree with something I realize now she wasn't comfortable with. We agreed we'd never have sex with someone who wasn't our boyfriend; no oral either way and no fucking. But that gave me a huge amount of freedom in what I could do with you. And I was very confident that whatever I wanted to do, you'd want to do it too. I was so crazy about you that I was prepared to take advantage of my best friend's trust in me. And then Thursday night was a blast. I told you that I wanted to fuck you; that I wanted to feel you cum inside of me. And you didn't reject that. I could tell you wanted it too. I was on such a high after I told you that."
Kaitlyn was quiet after that, apparently reliving that high. I said, "And then...?"
"And then, Paul wanted to go into our bedroom and fuck. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to fuck him. I didn't want to touch him. I wanted you and only you. But I had to fuck him, and I did. And Paul was an ass that night. Afterward, I realized that I had gotten myself into a terrible place. I had just fucked a guy I now loathed and wanted out of my life. But I couldn't get him out of my life. I had to have him as my boyfriend to participate in naughty time while Mom and Dad did their evening walk. Yes, at the next naughty time, I could probably whip you up into such a frenzy of lust that you'd fuck me. But at what cost? If I fucked you, that meant Paul would fuck Joanna. Would you ever forgive her for that? The only thing I wanted was you as my boyfriend, but you hadn't shown any interest in being my boyfriend. And for you to be my boyfriend, that would mean Joanna giving you up as her boyfriend, and that would be bad for her as you were such a good boyfriend to her. Paul, the guy I loathed, had already seen me doing things with my brother that would be very embarrassing if it got out. Did I want him to see me fuck you? Did I want my best friend to fuck such a loser?"
Kaitlyn stopped talking, leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. "As much as I wanted you, the cost was too high. Over the morning, I decided to give up on it. And once I decided to give up on it, I didn't want Paul around. So I had you take him home. And I felt really guilty; not about anything we did - we're adults, and we both consented - but about taking advantage of Joanna's trust in me and possibly hurting her relationship with you." Kaitlyn rolled her chair over to me while leaning forward so she could put her hands on my knees. "Don't blame Joanna for anything she did with Paul. It was all my fault. She'll never do anything like that again because I'll never put her in a position where she needs to do something like that for my happiness. Please say you will."
I smiled. Kaitlyn's love for Joanna was touching. "I won't blame Joanna."
"Great. And once again, I'm sorry I lied to you and deceived you. I'm not sorry about anything I did with you. I loved it, and I think you enjoyed it. If I had the chance, I'd do it all over again."
I didn't know what to say to that. I was beginning to accept that I had loved making out with my sister too, but I wasn't ready to say that out loud. If I had the chance, would I do it all over again? Maybe.
Kaitlyn said, "How about this? You start searching for subleases. I'll go tell Mom and Dad the news about us living together this summer. Or would you prefer something else?"
I stood up. "No, that'll be fine."
* * * *
In my bedroom, I hit Craigslist and searched for sublets. I set a price range based on the apartments near my college. I found several sublet ads that were fully furnished and out of our price range. There were two ads for apartments in apartment complexes; one was for a nine-month sublease and the other was for a six-month sublease. Too long for us. The only ad that looked like it could work for us was a house undergoing major renovations. Only the two upstairs bedrooms and the kitchen were not under construction. It had a pool in the backyard and a nice patio. It was furnished, which would save us from having to buy furniture now. Contractors would be working on the house during the day. Seeing nothing better, I replied to the ad.
I gave Joanna a call. "Hey. I hear you want to live with me."
"I do."
"That's great, because I want to live with you." I told her about my search.
"That would do. I like the backyard pool and the patio. I'd like to spend a lot of our evenings just hanging out."
"I'd like that too."
"I'm sorry--"
"Don't be. There are a lot of good points about us living together now. I wasn't in the mood to let Kaitlyn push me as far as she wanted to, so I wasn't open to the idea of living with you this summer. I like the idea now. But it'll probably take a week to secure a place. Are you okay there? Or do you want to move in with me in my bedroom until we find an apartment?"
"I think I'm fine. I've got a good reason to spend every evening with you. I don't want it to be obvious that I don't want to live with Mom and her loser. Mom was surprised when I told her you wanted us to live together right away, but she accepted it. That being said, I'd like to move in this weekend."
"Okay. I'll do my best."
* * * *
The next morning, Kaitlyn and Joanna had an important conversation I'd hear about much later as they drove to work in Kaitlyn's car.
Joanna said, "Okay. Thursday afternoon when we went shopping, you talked me into being open about switching boyfriends. Thursday night was to be a test run. Everybody had a great time Thursday night. And then Friday morning, you told me you were having second thoughts about the switch. You told me to be friendly and flirty with Paul, and to tell you if he talked about being my boyfriend."
"And all he talked about was fucking you and seeing Brandon and me fuck."
"Yes. So you had Brandon take him home. Let me be clear - I'm very glad we didn't switch. I was very iffy about the switch but was willing to trust you. Then when Brandon got back to the lake house, he told me that he loved me, and it's been like a dream ever since. But what happened late Thursday night so that you called off the switch and instead sent Paul home?"
Kaitlyn sighed. "To be honest, exactly what I told you and Brandon. I had talked you into switching boyfriends. I thought that would be the hardest part of making the switch happen. Thursday night, it was electric between Brandon and me, so I was sure he'd go for the switch. It just came down to Paul. I felt he knew it was over between us. I had set him up with a replacement girlfriend. I even got him to sample the goods, so to speak. He was all fired up when we got to the bedroom. When we were done, all he had to say was that he wanted you, and we'd make the switch. I had lots of different conversation lines worked up. Hopefully, he'd see the obvious and say as he and I were about to break up, he wanted you to be his girlfriend. If instead he said that he wanted to fuck you, I'd say that you were only interested in fucking your boyfriend. And then I'd lead Paul to ask if you and I would switch boyfriends so he could fuck you. Etc, etc. But when we were done fucking, all Paul wanted to talk about was me fucking Brandon. That was not what I thought he'd want to talk about. It was not what I wanted to talk about. I didn't want to admit that I desperately wanted my brother as my boyfriend. I wanted it to be that I arranged for Paul to be with you, and that Brandon and I would be left together."
"We'd know that you were lovers, but we'd pretend to not know it."
"Exactly. You don't discuss a brother and sister being lovers in polite conversation. But Paul didn't get it. He didn't get that I was offering him a new girlfriend, but he had to show he wanted her. It was all about Brandon and me. That put me on the defensive, and Paul kept me on the defensive. Finally, I told him I didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he should play his stupid game."
"Then why didn't you tell me in the morning that everything was off?"
"Because I had come so close!" Kaitlyn slammed the steering wheel with her fist. "I wanted Brandon! I hoped Paul would come to his senses overnight, that he'd realize how great of a girlfriend you'd be." Kaitlyn touched Joanna's arm reassuringly. "I was not going to initiate the switch unless I was absolutely sure you'd be happy with Paul. Paul had to want you. He had to want to make you happy. He had to want to treat you the way you deserved to be treated. But he never said that. The whole morning on the boat, it was like he thought we'd swap partners when it came time for sex that night, and then I'd be his girlfriend again. The big dolt. I was so done with him. The only reason I hadn't sent him home sooner was because I needed him to be around. Once I knew he wouldn't cooperate, I had Brandon take him home." Kaitlyn came to a stop at a light and caught her breath. "I've come to realize that my plan not only was selfish but wouldn't work. It was way too dependent on Paul. So, I'm glad we didn't switch. Were you willing to switch with me just because you trusted me?"
"No. Well, sort of. The big thing was I felt that Brandon considered our relationship to be only for the summer. If I switched with you, then I'd be in a long-term relationship with Paul. And you'd be in a long-term relationship with Brandon. So I felt bad about agreeing to switch to Paul without breaking up with Brandon, but we'd all end up in the long-term relationships we wanted by doing so. Paul wouldn't be a great boyfriend like Brandon, but he'd be a good boyfriend. And I felt I was deserving of a good but not great boyfriend, so that was more likely to work long-term for me."
You thought Paul would be a good boyfriend because I hadn't told you about his gaming addiction."
"Yeah. Not nice of you to leave that out."
"I know this will sound crazy, but I was going to take care of you. When you found out about Paul's gaming addiction and soured on him as I had done, I was going to offer to share Brandon with you. We'd share him equally. I know that sounds crazy, but I needed you to be Brandon's girlfriend. If Brandon and I were constantly going out just the two of us, it'd be weird. Particularly as we wouldn't be dating anyone else when we easily could. And it's really important to me that Brandon and I go to movies, restaurants, concerts, etc. But it wouldn't be weird if I tagged along with Brandon and his girlfriend who was my long-time best friend. That was my end game - sharing Brandon with you. It'd be a bitch getting Paul out of the picture, and you'd have to put up with his bullshit for probably the whole summer, but you're such a great friend I thought you'd be willing to do it."
Joanna laughed. "I don't know if I'm that great of a friend."
"I know. I can be absolutely evil at times. No way I should have expected you to do that. I'm glad I came to my senses and sent Paul home instead of initiating the swap. Things between you and Brandon have worked out great ever since. You're now quite the happy couple."
"We are," said Joanna dreamily. Then she asked with concern, "You're not going to tell Brandon we agreed to swap boyfriends, are you?"
"Of course not! Brandon doesn't need to know about that. I've learned my lesson from last week - I'll never do anything again to hurt your relationship with Brandon. My friendship with you is the anchor of my life. It makes me happy to see you happy, and Brandon makes you happy. I think I'll enjoy living with you and Brandon because I'll get to see how happy you are together every day."
"And it makes me happy to see you happy."
"And right now, I'm happy Paul is out of my life. The evenings at the lake were a lot of fun, but it sucked being with him all the rest of the time. It's great not having that drama anymore."
"I really enjoyed those evenings. I also enjoyed planning them with you, deciding with you what sexy clothes we'd wear, and getting dressed up."
"And braiding my hair! You came up with the best braiding designs."
"Thanks. And I enjoyed that too." Joanna was silent for a moment. "I think part of the reason I was willing to swap for Paul was that making out with him was so hot, but now I realize that why making out with him was so hot was the mood in the room; you were totally into making out with Brandon, and it was infectious. I doubt I would have enjoyed making out with Paul if we had been in separate rooms."
"Yeah, it was hot with all four of us making out in front of each other. What gave me the courage to make out with Brandon as I did was that I knew you were fine with it. Brandon resisted, and it was hot breaking through his resistance, but I wouldn't have been able to break through his resistance if you hadn't been there letting him know you were okay with it."
"I wish we had done it one more night," said Joanna wistfully. "Did you consider not sending Paul home so we could have had a replay of Thursday night on Friday?"
Kaitlyn made an awkward face. "Not really. I was too done with Paul. And if I had made out with Brandon again, I was going to fuck him. Which would have been fine if he was my boyfriend and you were Paul's girlfriend, but it wouldn't have been fine for Paul to fuck you if you were Brandon's girlfriend. So even a scenario where we made out for a while and then went to bedrooms so Paul couldn't see exactly what Brandon and I did wouldn't have worked."
"You're right. That wouldn't have worked."
* * * *
When I got up, the people who posted the ad had responded to my reply, and I filled out their paperwork. I regularly refreshed the page all day and eventually something closer to what we wanted popped up. It was a little more than the budget I had set and was kind of out in the exurbs, but it looked like a nice, fairly new complex and the sublease expired at the end of August. I replied to the ad. I eventually got a response and made an appointment to see the apartment that evening.
Joanna, Kaitlyn and I went out to see the apartment. As we drove, we discussed how we were going to split up the responsibilities. Kaitlyn asked Joanna, "What do you want to do?"
"I want to do the cooking, pay the bills, make the shopping list, and keep the calendar for the apartment."
Kaitlyn asked me, "Do you want to do any of those things?"
"No."
"Fine. I think that's a lot. So how about Brandon and I try splitting the rest? We should make up a list of all the responsibilities and make sure that they are all assigned fairly evenly."
"Okay," I said.
Kaitlyn had a pad. She and Joanna brainstormed on responsibilities. I drove and listened.
When we got to the apartment, a woman in her twenties opened the door. "Come in. I'm Collette. And this is my son, Trevor." Her son looked three years old. She walked us around the apartment. "I broke up with my boyfriend this weekend, and he's moved out. I can't afford this apartment on my own, so I'm going to move in with my mom."
The apartment was nice. It looked only a few years old with marble counters and a well-laid-out kitchen. The master bedroom had its own bath. The second bedroom was an adequate size, and the second bathroom was down the hall from it. It was on the third floor and had a view of the parking lot.
Collette said as she showed us around, "The complex has very nice amenities. It's got two pools. One is family-oriented with a big shallow end and an outdoor kitchen. The other is for adults. There's a large fitness center and a nice clubhouse. They host events at the clubhouse regularly."
I looked at Joanna and Kaitlyn. Both of them had been nodding positively the whole time we walked through the apartment. I said, "I like it. What do you think?"
"I like it too."
"It's what we're looking for."
We made the arrangements with Collette. She'd arrange with the office for us to take over the sublease. We'd come up Saturday morning and sign all the paperwork at the office. She'd start moving out after that. She hoped to be out by Saturday afternoon. She'd then give us the keys, and we could move in.
As we walked out to the car, Joanna started bouncing for joy. "It's happening. It's actually happening." She kissed me. "We're going to be living in a place of our own."
* * * *
I got Saturday off from work. Dad rented a U-Haul while Kaitlyn, Joanna and I went to sign the paperwork to take over the lease. When everyone got back, we cleared almost everything out of Kaitlyn and my bedrooms. Once we had that done, we drove over to Joanna's apartment and got her stuff, which was mostly clothes. We drove back to our house and waited for Collette to call. Mom kept saying, "I'll miss you two so much" and "Your bedrooms look so sad now".
I said, "If you'd like, Mom, the three of us will come over for dinner once a week."
"You would?"
Kaitlyn said, "That's a great idea."
Joanna added, "I can show you what I've learned about cooking, and you can give me more lessons."
We quickly settled on Sunday night for us to come over for dinner.
When Collette called, the five of us went over to our new apartment. Mom and Joanna organized the kitchen while the rest of us concentrated on the bedrooms. We didn't have any furniture for the living room or dining room, but we'd buy that eventually. We ate delivered pizza as we worked. A little after nine, we had things well enough in hand that we wished my parents goodbye. Joanna and I put things away in our bedroom and bathroom until ten.
I said, "I'm tired."
"Me too."
"Let's go say goodnight to Kaitlyn and then hit the sack."
We went over to Kaitlyn's bedroom and each gave her a hug before heading back to our bedroom. I stripped down to my boxers. Joanna stripped down to her panties and put on a nightshirt. Would we make love tonight?
When we got into bed, I said, "Is my naughty girl happy to be sleeping with me again?"
"I'm too tired to be naughty tonight." Joanna crawled over next to me and put her head on my shoulder. "But I'm very happy to sleep with you tonight. This is like a dream come true for me." She kissed me on the cheek. "I love you."
I kissed her on the lips. "I love you too."
We cuddled a little more before drifting off to sleep.
* * * *
Sunday, I went back to work. While I was working, Joanna and Kaitlyn bought a used dining set and a couch. When I got off work, the three of us had dinner with my parents. That night, Joanna and I made love for the first time in our new place.
Over the next week, we did a variety of things, always all three of us. Monday, we went to the adult-oriented pool, swam and talked to some other adults. Tuesday, we used the fitness center. Wednesday, we went out to a movie. Thursday, we used the fitness center again. Friday, we went back to the pool. We spent a lot of time during the week sitting around the dining room table with our electronic amusements, talking and relaxing. It was very comfortable living together.
Saturday, Joanna had dinner waiting when I got home from work. It was a pasta, ground beef and tomato casserole that was one of my mom's old reliables. Kaitlyn made salads and biscuits. It was a good dinner. Afterward, we went to the pool and relaxed for a while. On the way back, Joanna said to Kaitlyn, "We might as well leave our bikini tops on and just change into shorts. I'll wear those terry cloth short-shorts if you do too."
"Sure."
We changed and headed to the dining room table as usual. Joanna got there first. She took two of the chairs and put them facing each other about six feet apart. She sat down in one as she indicated to Kaitlyn that she should sit down in the other. She then said to me, "Your naughty girl would like you to kiss her neck and shoulders tonight."
Suddenly, my heart was pounding in my chest. Joanna and Kaitlyn were dressed the same, just like the nights at the lake house. And now Joanna was asking me to kiss her neck in front of Kaitlyn, just like at the lake house. What was Joanna planning? She wasn't planning on doing something like at the lake house, was she?
I moved behind her and kissed down the right side of her neck and then across her right shoulder. I could taste the pool water on her as I did so. It was a struggle to go slowly. I wanted to see what Joanna had in mind. By saying naughty girl, she implied that she wanted to do something naughty tonight. She was going to want me to kiss Kaitlyn's neck and shoulders like I was kissing her, right?
When I got to the end of her right shoulder, Joanna said, "Now go do the same for Kaitlyn."
I looked at Kaitlyn as I walked over toward her. She had a look of anxiety and confusion. I guessed that Joanna hadn't told her what she was planning.
I pushed Kaitlyn's hair aside and kissed her neck. She gasped like the first time I had done it. I kissed a little lower on her neck and then again a little lower. I felt that sexual electricity between us beginning to build. I could taste the pool water on her too. It was good to feel her skin again with my lips.
Joanna asked, "Are you enjoying that, my best friend?"
Kaitlyn said in a controlled manner, "Yes."
"How much?"
I was kissing along Kaitlyn's shoulder now. She said a little angrily, "I love it, okay? I've loved it every time Brandon has done it to me."
When I reached the end of Kaitlyn's shoulder, I looked over at Joanna. She waved me back. I walked over to behind her. She said, "Take off my top, Brandon," as she raised her arms. I grabbed her bikini top and pulled it upward. I took it off her and dropped the damp top onto the floor. "Now play with my nipples while you do the other side."
I moved Joanna's hair and kissed down the left side of her neck. I brought my hands around in front of her and put them on her tits. As I reached the nape of her neck, I squeezed her nipples between my fingers. Joanna sucked in her breath. "That feels so good. It feels good to be naughty again. I like being naughty."
I slowly kissed along her shoulder, wondering how naughty Joanna wanted to be tonight.
Joanna reached up and scratched my head as she said, "I'm going to tell you both a secret tonight. You'll both probably think I'm a terrible person. I'm not as innocent as I seem."
When I reached the end of her shoulder, I started walking toward Kaitlyn. She had a hungry look now. I thought back to the last time we had had naughty time at the lake house, when Kaitlyn had told me she wanted to fuck me. She looked like she wanted me again.
When I got to Kaitlyn, she raised her arms in the air. I grabbed her bikini top and pulled it off of her. She dropped her arms, and I moved to her neck. As I did the first kiss, I cupped her tits with my hands. They felt so big in my hands. I loved their shape and feel. It was wonderful to feel them again.
Kaitlyn moaned as I kissed down her neck and squeezed her tits. She was allowing herself to get much more into it this time.
Joanna said, "The first time I went to your house, I thought it was the best house in the world. It was the kind of house I wished I had grown up in. And I loved your mom. I loved how she treated me. I was over with three other girls, each of whom had been over to your house lots of times. I was so envious of them. I wanted to come to your house all the time. I wanted to be your best friend. But how could I? I was this nothing-special poor kid."
I was torn. I wanted to hear what Joanna had to say. I felt she was sharing something important. But at the same time, I wanted to concentrate on kissing Kaitlyn and feeling her tits. When Paul had gone home, I had assumed the naughtiness was over, and I'd never get to touch Kaitlyn again like this. But now I was, and I was enjoying it immensely.
"And I became your best friend. Aren't I your best friend?"
I was almost at the end of Kaitlyn's shoulder now. She answered dreamily, "You are my best friend."
I finished kissing Kaitlyn and started walking over to Joanna. She got up and stood next to her chair, facing away from me. When I got to her, she said, "Get to your knees, Brandon." I dropped to my knees. "Now pull down my shorts slowly."
I grabbed her terry cloth short-shorts and slowly pulled them down. As I did, Joanna sexily wiggled her ass back and forth. She was having fun. She was enjoying driving me crazy.
"You're so naughty, Joanna."
Joanna laughed as I stood up. "I am. I'm totally naughty." She indicated I should sit down in the chair. Once I sat down, she straddled my lap and said, "Suck on my tits, Brandon." I latched onto on her nipple. "Now squeeze my ass." I squeezed her ass with both hands as I sucked on her nipple. Joanna ran her fingers through my hair. "That feels so good. You're the best lover I've ever had, Brandon. You know how to touch me, how to get me excited." She continued running her fingers through my hair. I switched nipples. "But being naughty makes it all so much more exciting for me. I love being your naughty girl."
I continued sucking on Joanna's nipple while squeezing her sweet ass. And then Joanna pulled my head back, saying, "Kaitlyn's turn."
Joanna got off of me, and I walked over to Kaitlyn. She was standing next to her chair with her back to me, just like Joanna had. I got down on my knees and slowly pulled down her short-shorts. As I did, she swayed her hips sexily. When Joanna had wiggled her hips, it had been silly fun. With Kaitlyn, it was an erotic show.
Once Kaitlyn had stepped out of her shorts, Joanna said, "Kaitlyn, Brandon is overdressed. Would you please take off his shorts?"
Wordlessly, Kaitlyn dropped to her knees in front of me. She grabbed my shorts and slowly pulled them down. The whole time, she stared at my rock-hard cock that was a few inches in front of her. The last time at the lake house, she had said she wanted my cock inside of her. And she wanted me to cum inside of her. I had no doubt that was still her desire.
Once my shorts were off, I sat down on the chair. Kaitlyn immediately straddled me. I sucked her hard nipple into my mouth while I squeezed her firm, well-rounded ass.
Joanna said, "After that first visit. I tried to spend as much time as I could with Kaitlyn. But she wasn't that interested in me. And why should she? And then one day, it happened. She said something about you, Brandon. Something like, 'He's so good-looking. No wonder he always has a girlfriend.' She was immediately embarrassed by it. She added, 'But he's such a jerk at times.' I could tell she didn't really mean the last part; it was just something to deflect away from that she thought her brother was very good-looking. After we parted ways, I thought and thought about it. And I came up with a plan. I'd regularly ask her about you. I'd try to get her to say complimentary things about you. And I'd let her know that I thought that was fine. I'd be the one friend she could talk about her brother with. That was how I could get Kaitlyn to want to talk to me."
Again, I was torn between wanting to pay attention to Joanna's story and to focus on enjoying Kaitlyn's body. Was this a one-time thing? Was this the last time I'd get to suck on Kaitlyn's tits and squeeze her ass? Did I want it to be the last time? I loved Joanna, and I wanted to be with her forever. But I also loved Kaitlyn and lusted for her.
Joanna said, "My turn."
Kaitlyn got off of me. I stood up and walked over toward Joanna, who was standing in front of her chair. She said, "Get down on your knees and take off my panties."
I dropped to my knees, grabbed Joanna's panties and slowly pulled them down. I'd lived with Joanna for a week now, but there was still something magically about seeing her pussy. I could smell her sexual excitement. Yet at the same time, what most filled my head was the prospect of seeing my sister's pussy this close very soon.
After Joanna stepped out of her panties, she sat down on the edge of the chair and spread her legs wide. "Eat me, Brandon." I shuffled over to Joanna and brought my mouth to her pussy. I parted her pussy lips with my tongue and took a lick. I was not surprised to find that she was very wet.
"That's it, Brandon. Show your sister what a great pussylicker you are. Make her jealous that you're eating me out and not her. You know she wants you to lick her pussy like this."
I attacked Joanna with relish. I slurped up her juices as quickly as I could. I had learned the subtle signs she gave to express her sexual pleasure, and she was giving off a lot of them. And the more my tongue pleased her, the more I wanted to give her more pleasure. At the same time, I wondered what was next. Was I going to eat out Kaitlyn? I had never gone that far with her. Why would Joanna want me to go that far now? But it would be almost cruel of Joanna to leave Kaitlyn high and dry after having her watch me pleasure her.
When I shifted my focus to her clit, Joanna responded by running her fingers through my hair. I continued my feverish assault until she suddenly clamped my head with both hands. She quietly came as I slowed my tongue work. I could feel that my face was coated with her juices.
I stood up, and, to my surprise, so did Joanna. She gave me a small push. "Go on. It's Kaitlyn's turn."
Kaitlyn was standing also. I walked over to her and dropped to my knees. I had hoped Kaitlyn would be wearing some sexy panties, but she was wearing a plain pink, cotton pair. Another sign that tonight had been a complete surprise to her. I grabbed her panties and began pulling them down. Kaitlyn's bush was much more trimmed back than Joanna's and a lighter shade of brown. I couldn't smell her excitement, but that wasn't surprising as my face was coated with Joanna's juices.