More Than Just Friends, Chapter 14

  • Posted on August 27, 2016 at 9:40 am

By Jeneee

I slowly slid my way back down into the hot tub, a satisfied smile on my face, the hot bubbly water caressing my glowing skin in the aftermath of an amazing orgasm, quite unlike any I had experienced before. I was quickly joined by Emily and Pam, and together we watched as Becky and Sharon continued to hug and kiss in front of us, Sharon’s hands grasping and squeezing Becky’s cute little butt as their bodies squirmed against each other.

Emily giggled and nudged Pam as one of Sharon’s squeezes caused Becky’s cheeks to spread, revealing her butt hole and forcing her very prominent pussy to open wide. “Her cunny is even bigger than yours,” she teased Pam as she poked her.

“Well, she is older than me,” Pam replied, jabbing her back playfully. “Wait until I get to be fourteen,” she added, sticking out her tongue at Emily.

“Hey, Mommy,” Emily said, turning to me, “it looks like Sharon has a new girlfriend. Aren’t you jealous?”

“No sweetie,” I laughed as I slipped my hands down between the thighs of my two young lovers on either side of me, gently cupping their swollen pussies. “Because I have two new girlfriends too, don’t I?” I teased.

“Woo-hoo, yeah,” Emily replied, pushing back against my palm while Pam snuggled up on the other side of me and squeezed her legs tightly together, trapping my hand, a gentle sigh escaping her lips.

Sharon finally released Becky and smiled at me over her shoulder as the young teen turned around to face us. Her firm breasts stood out proudly, their nipples at full attention as Sharon cupped them and softly ran her fingers across their hard points, which seemed to become even harder from her caresses.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” she mouthed to me as I gazed back at them with mixed feelings, hovering between extreme arousal and slight jealousy. But I chided myself quickly since, after all, I had been the first to taste Becky’s charms a little while ago in the kitchen, so what did I have to feel jealous about?

I smiled at the two of them as they stepped back into the hot tub and sank deeply into the relaxing bubbles that now delightfully massaged all of our bodies. As Emily and Pam cuddled beside me, I found myself pondering where all this was going to lead, my thoughts falling back to the predicament in which the two sisters now found themselves as their parents served their jail terms.

Maggie would have no choice but to look after them, whether she wanted to or not, unless… unless we could come up with a satisfactory alternative, satisfactory to the girls, to Maggie, and of course to the girls’ parents. Several possibilities flitted through my mind, one of them having the girls stay with me, but I quickly dismissed that since there simply wasn’t enough room in my house. Well, Pam could stay in Emily’s room – that would work, but there was just no room for Becky.

And then – wow, this might work! – I suddenly thought to myself. I’d been trying for months to convince Sharon to give up her apartment, where she rarely stayed overnight anyhow, and come to live with us permanently. She had stubbornly refused up to now, the reason being that she thought Emily and I might sometimes need time to be alone. In spite of our assurances that we could still be alone while she was at work during the day, she had held on to her apartment.

“Would you girls like something to drink?” I asked Emily and Pam. Their heads nodded. “Becky, how about you?”

“Okay, Jen, thanks,” she replied, stretching her arms high above her head — again doing wonders with her firm young breasts, which still looked as though they were begging for attention.

“Sharon, come give me a hand,” I asked her, standing up and reaching over to pull her onto her feet.

“You and Becky seem to have hit it off well,” I teased, as we walked into the kitchen, the screen door banging behind us.

“Told you I’d get my turn,” she replied, giving me a sly wink. “I wasn’t going to let you be the only one to molest her,” she giggled. “She’s so adorable, and experienced way beyond her years. And her boobs, mmm, so firm and kissable.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I noticed you couldn’t leave them alone. I’ve been thinking,” I said, as I opened the refrigerator door, the cool air immediately causing me to shiver and harden my nipples. “About Becky,” I added, as Sharon looked at me, waiting. “About what’s going to happen to her. And to Pam, for that matter.” I started to pull a few cans of soda from the fridge, wondering how to put this idea to Sharon.

She waited.

“Your apartment,” I started.

“What about it?” she asked, probably wondering if I was going to return to our old disagreement again, but then, suddenly sensing where I was going she continued with, “Wow, that’s a great idea, hon. Becky could move in with me. We’d have to ask her aunt, of course. And I guess she’d have to okay it with her parents. And that’s going to be an interesting challenge,” she continued, as I struggled to deal with her eagerness, recent images of her and Becky flooding my mind. “That was what you were going to suggest, wasn’t it?”

“Er, well it did occur to me that Becky might like to move in there until other plans could be made. Pam could still stay with us sharing Emily’s room, of course – Emily will just love that – but the only other room available here is the one you use, and I suppose Becky could share that since you usually end up sleeping with me anyway,” I laughed. “But it might make the house a little crowded, so…”

“I think it’s a great idea, having her at my apartment,” she interrupted again before I could finish. “So, aren’t you happy now that I didn’t give it up?” she added, with a teasing smile.

I was somewhat taken aback by her eagerness, and started to wonder if I had made a mistake suggesting it in the first place. Not that I was jealous of a fourteen year old girl living with my girlfriend, but it would also mean that Sharon would not be sleeping with me as much, at least during the school week. And I had to be honest with myself – after that little scene in the hot tub – flashes of Becky and Sharon sleeping together at her apartment were darting through my mind in spite of myself.

My face must have given something away because, as if on cue, Sharon blurted out, “Oh, baby, you don’t think…” she started, and put her hands on my shoulders, peering into my eyes. “Surely you don’t…”

I interrupted, “No, of course not sweetie,” I smiled, coming to my senses. “It’s just that we won’t see each other as much until this whole thing gets worked out properly. Besides, we still don’t know if Maggie will agree to it anyway. Or the girls’ parents, for that matter.”

“Well,” Sharon, resolved, picking up some plastic glasses from the counter and turning to the door, “let’s go ask Becky and Pam what they think. And if they’re in favor of it we’d better contact their aunt and bounce the idea off of her. Although I can’t see her disagreeing… except that she’ll have to ask their parents for permission, even if they are in jail.”

I grabbed the sodas and followed her out the door, still wondering if we were doing the right thing. Cheers went up from the three girls as we appeared with their drinks.

“We were about to come in and look for you two,” Emily said, as she reached for one of the cans of soda and a plastic glass. “Thought maybe you had decided to mess around without us,” she teased, as the other two girls giggled.

“Oh, so now we have to invite you lot to join us when we make out? Is that the way it’s gonna work from now on?” Sharon asked as she jumped back into the tub with a splash.

I followed, sitting beside Becky with my daughter on the other side of me. Sharon and Pam were across from us, Pam still glowing from having her sister back with her again.

“We were trying to come up with a way of helping you two orphans get through this period of being separated from your parents,” I explained, as Pam looked eagerly at me, a hopeful look on her pretty face. “And we have an idea.”

Emily screeched out, “They can stay here! Right, mom? Is that what you decided?”

I laughed, but then got serious as I put the plan to both girls. “Well, partly, sweetie. But there isn’t enough room here for everyone. It would just be too crowded.”

“But they could sleep with me in my bed,” Emily suggested, trying to be helpful in her own sweet way.

“Oh, sure, honey. And just how much sleep do you think you’d all get?” I countered. “You’d be kicking each other all night long. Not to mention your other activities,” I grinned. “Your bed is too small, but…” I continued, as she started to protest, “Pam could share it with you.”

Emily smiled, but then frowned, “But what about Becky?”

“Well, that’s what we were discussing.” I turned to Becky and asked, “What if your aunt agreed to let you stay with Sharon at her apartment? As long as it was okay with your parents, that is. And Pam could stay with us here. That would get both of you out of her hair for awhile and leave her free to do whatever it is she does, with her art and teaching, I mean. You and Sharon could still come over here on weekends, and for meals during the week, so you’d still see Pam a lot.”

I was taken by surprise as Becky suddenly burst into tears and hugged me tightly, sobbing into my shoulder. Sharon looked over at me, her eyes wide at this unexpected outburst from Becky, and I noticed even Pam had a tear flowing down her cheek.

Emily was uncharacteristically silent at this emotional display, but I knew she was hoping that her new friends would agree to this arrangement, and at the same time praying that the girls’ aunt and parents would also go along with it. Frankly, I felt it was really up to Maggie, since Becky and Pam’s parents had left her in an awkward situation, and shouldn’t really have anything to complain about.

As I softly stroked Becky’s hair, she slowly regained her composure and looked up at me with tears in her eyes. “You’d really do that for us?” she managed, between slowly subsiding sobs. “I can’t believe how sweet you all are. You barely know us.”

And here Emily returned to her usual form, exclaiming, “We know you well enough that I love your sister, and I think I’m going to love you too, Becky.” I turned to my beautiful daughter and hugged her with my other arm as Becky wiped away a few tears and smiled at us, resting her head on my shoulder and sighing contentedly.

“I was so worried what would happen to us,” she almost whispered in my ear. “You and Sharon are just like our guardian angels.” And she kissed me softly on my mouth, still hugging me tightly. “Thanks, Jen. And thank you, Sharon,” she added, looking across at my girlfriend, who still had Pam clinging to her side.

“Well then, I guess it’s settled,” Sharon said. “Now what we have to do is ask your aunt if it’s okay. Shall we all go over there this afternoon, or shall we phone?”

“Phone,” Pam exclaimed loudly. “She’s too busy with her show for all of us to go over there again now anyway.”

“But I’m sure she’d want to meet Sharon, sweetie,” I told her. “After all, Becky will be staying with her. And she hasn’t even seen Becky since, you know, since your mom and dad went away.”

“Well then, phone first. And if she wants to meet Sharon, Becky and her can go over. I want to stay here, with you and Emily.” Pam’s shyness of yesterday seemed to have quickly evaporated, and she was figuratively putting her foot down all of a sudden. Then she realized how she must sound. “I’m sorry, Jen. I don’t mean to sound rude, but…” and she blushed and hugged Sharon who pulled her close and kissed her cheek, telling her that it was okay, we understood.

“Mom, does that mean that Sharon won’t be sleeping here as much?” Emily asked, suddenly realizing the implications of this new arrangement.

I nodded. “She can still come to stay on weekends, sweetie. And we can squeeze Becky in somewhere too, so don’t worry about it. And they can come to dinner during the week. I don’t think Sharon could last too long without my pasta, do you?” I winked at her. Emily giggled, reassured once more.

This aspect was not lost on Becky either. “I’m sorry, Jen. I didn’t mean for this to interfere with your relationship with Sharon. I can tell you two are really in love, and it means even more to me now, what you’re doing for Pam and me.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, sweetie. You know we are all close now, like a family, and you’ve both shared in our intimacy, so we’re all more than just friends.” And I tweaked one of her nipples for emphasis, bringing a smile to her face and a sigh of appreciation. “Remember what Emily just said. We love you and Pam.”

*****

It came to pass that Maggie was agreeable to the new arrangement, and Becky immediately moved into Sharon’s apartment, and Pam into Emily’s bed, much to her delight. We all soon settled into the ways of our extended family, and our lives grew even more delightful as the weeks flew by, and summer turned into fall.

*****

“You realize your daughters are turning into lesbians, don’t you?”

Maggie leveled this at her sister one fall day as she visited her in the county jail. “Becky is sleeping with that older woman, you know. The girlfriend of the one who is looking after Pammy. And Pammy is having sex with that other woman’s eight year old daughter, too.”

“You were supposed to be looking after them. You couldn’t even manage to do that for me, you bitch. Too busy with your own fucking art. What kind of sister are you, anyway?”

“Look who’s talking. You’re the one who hooked up with that pervert husband of yours, and look where it got you. Is it any wonder Becky’s turned out the way she has, with a father like that? How could you let him get away with abusing her that way, fucking the poor kid when she was only twelve years old? It’s just lucky he didn’t get her pregnant. And then turning her into a fucking stripper, for God’s sake. What kind of woman are you, anyway? He would have done the same thing to Pammy if you hadn’t got caught.”

And with that, Maggie got up to leave, disgusted once more with her sister.

“Wait, don’t go yet, please. I’m gonna turn him in. I want a divorce and I’m going to report what that bastard did to her to the cops. And you’re right, he would have done the same to Pammy. That’s what woke me up. I was the one who leaked the information about the club to the police — anonymously, of course. I’d had enough. I caught him going into the back room where the girls were sleeping one night after we closed, and I just knew what he was going to do. That was it for me.”

Maggie looked at her sister with slightly more respect, and sat down again. “So, what’s going to happen?”

“They’ll arrest him and there’ll be another trial. Poor Becky will have to testify. I hate to do that to her, but I don’t think there’s any way around it. I’m sure she still loves her daddy and it’s going to hurt her. But damn it, I can’t see any other way.” She hung her head and sobbed.

Maggie left her alone like that. I can’t help her, she thought to herself as she drove away from the dreary jail compound. I just can’t help her any more.

But she had to think of some way to protect Becky. There was no way she was going to let her niece go through having to testify about all that shit, and drudge up memories that she had by now undoubtedly buried in her subconscious. No way. But that will have to wait for another day.

Continue on to Chapter 15

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