Joyful Joyful

My eyes canvassed her beautiful body again, travelling up past the previously hidden recesses of her body over her stomach to those wonderful breasts, then up to her wide and welcoming shoulders. May wriggled a bit under my gaze, embarrassed by the awe and love in my eyes. She wrapped her arms around me.

"Robbie, I've waited so long for this."

I looked deep into her sapphire eyes, deep pools filled with love staring back at me. My eyes came to rest on her face, sweet button nose, medium mouth, startling eyes, full of life and joy, entrancing in her beauty.

"May, I want to touch you all over, to let my fingers remember this magic moment."

"Let me touch, too, Robbie. I'm going to remember it forever."

I traced my fingers over her feet, letting them roam up her exquisite calves, well-turned in the classic phrase, not skinny, not heavy. My hands caressed her thighs, stroking again and again until I had covered the full surface of their strong roundness. I eased my hands under her to feel the smooth surface of her buttocks, massaging gently to again feel the strength and femininity of my sweetheart sister.

All the while May ran her hands over me, feeling the strength in my arms and thighs and back. She sought out my penis and stroked it, bringing it to full hardness while I was exploring her body. Once done she relented and stroked my arms and chest, committing me to her tactile memory. Her feather light fingertips rained sensation over my ears and neck and jaw.

I trailed my fingers over her hips and lightly through her pubic hair, brushing at the lips of her vagina and then gone, travelling upwards across her stomach and chest to her wonderful breasts. I grasped them, a touch more than a handful, then flicked her nipples alert and wandered up to her shoulders, her neck, her ears.

I pulled her to me for a long, loving kiss. When our tongues started to caress each other I dropped my mouth to her breasts. With one hand I lightly massaged a breast and with my mouth I loved the other, licking, suckling, enjoying the sweetness of her body and her arousal for me. I switched hands and breasts from time to time. My spare hand stroked her sides. May stroked me and maintained the fire in my centre.

We were both writhing in passion.

"Robbie, come to me, come to me," she whispered.

I raised myself over her and started to penetrate. She was moist, but I withdrew, re-entered, pulled back and pushed down to enter her fully. She was tight, warm, welcoming. I was in heaven.

"Robbie, that feels so good, so wonderful. I love feeling the length of you inside."

"May, you feel good around me, warm, strong, willing, welcoming, comforting."

I could probably have lain there for some time, wrapped in my sister's arms, deep inside her, just feeling the wonder of her loving self. May thrust her hips up once, as if to remind me why we were there, and my penis developed a life of its own, starting to thrust gently, deep inside her, withdraw, plunge deep again into the warmth. I experimented, based on what I'd learned with Jenn, and found some of what I'd learned made things better for May, some had no effect, but then there were other ways that pleased her. Two wonderful girls, different, both loving me, both loved by me.

"May, I'm an idiot, I never asked whether you were protected. Are you?"

"Yes, Robbie, dearly as I love you I'm not ready to have a child. I've been on the pill since I was sixteen."

I don't know whether that assurance pushed me or that I was ready to finish, but I started to pound into my dear sister with long strokes that were no longer just loving. As I approached my peak I could feel May tensing. I tried to hold on to myself a little longer, a few more strokes, but then I succumbed, my cock pulsing as I shot streams of semen into my sister's vagina, deep inside her. As I throbbed with the force of my ejaculations I could feel her climaxing, the walls of her vagina clasping me, milking out the last of my ejaculate, as she writhed and bounced beneath me.

"God, Robbie, is that what should always happen? That's marvellous, wonderful, fantastic."

"Making love to you is a special experience May. You are quite wonderful, an incredible woman."

"So was I as good as Jenn?"

"May, you and Jenn are two incredible women. You are different from each other. Neither can be 'as good as' the other. You are both wonderful, sweet, caring, passionate women in your different ways. If you mean, do I prefer to make love to Jenn rather than you, the answer is no. I truly have no preference. If you were to stand me up against a wall and threaten to shoot me, I still couldn't decide which of you I would rather make love to."

As we recovered from our orgasms we cuddled and stroked each other, murmured words of love to each other, basked in the force of our love.

"Robbie, we have to go see Jenn. We have problems."

"Serious ones?"

"Maybe. I'll know when we see Jenn. Let me get something on."

May slipped over to her room and came back. I pulled on my swim shorts. May had put on her royal blue bikini. Holding hands, we descended to the pool area, where we knew Jenn would await us. May held my arm with two hands, almost as if she were asserting ownership. As she approached Jenn, May let go of my arm, almost pushed me at Jenn. Her eyes were closed.

"He's yours, now," May told Jenn.

"Did you have a good time?" Jenn asked.

"I haven't had such an incredible time before in my life, Jenn. It was marvellous. Robbie was wonderful, warm, caring and passionate."

"Then what's wrong?"

"I have to give him back." I started to interject something about just who was deciding my fate, and that I had a voice of my own, but decided I would just shut up and see where Jenn was going to take us this time.

"May, what do you think sharing our love with Robbie means?"

"I think it means now you've shared him with me, I have to give him back. I don't want to give him back. I want to keep him."

"If you keep him, May, would you ever share him with me, if he wanted to?"

"Of course I would, Jenn. I'd never go against what Robbie wants, or what you want. You know that."

"So I do. Do you not believe that I'd share Robbie with you if that's what he wanted?"

"Of course you would, Jenn, you're a wonderful person."

"So where's the problem?"

"I want to have Robbie all to myself except for you, Jenn."

"I want to have Robbie all to myself except for you, May. I thought that's what we were planning. I felt left out and alone when Robbie went off with you, but I let that happen for you, sweetheart. It did you good, didn't it?"

"Oh, it was marvellous, Jenn, just fantastic. And you see, I want more."

"May, I know you asked Robbie if you were as good as I was. I know because I would have asked the same thing. It wasn't right and it wasn't fair, but we'd both ask. What did he say?"

"He said he couldn't choose, not if you threatened to shoot him."

"Did you believe him?"

"Yes, of course, it's the way he is. He'd never lie to me about something that important to me."

"May, this may sound a little strange, because it sort of spooked me when I came to this conclusion while I was waiting for you two lovebirds. You and Robbie have made love for the last time alone. So have I. To share Robbie's love doesn't mean trading him back and forth. It doesn't mean I lend him to you now and again. It means we both of us share him, together, all of the time."

"Truly, Jenn? I think it would feel strange, to have an observer. I think sex should be private."

"Not an observer, May, a sharer. Someone who loves you both, sharing the love we all have for each other."

Jenn nodded at me and I hugged May tight in against me.

"May, you remember when Jenn and I had our first time, that I made love again to Jenn here by the pool, but first I chased you away?"

"Yes, Robbie, I watched from the window. It was so loving, and I felt so left out and alone."

"Today, princess, I want to make love to you again, but I'm not going to chase Jenn away."

I undid her bikini top and dropped it to the ground. May didn't appear to notice. She mashed her perfect breasts into my chest. We hugged tight, and she kissed me hard, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I nodded to Jenn, who removed her own bikini, and reached for my swim shorts. May pulled back enough to give Jenn room. Once I was naked May wriggled her hips, a clear invitation to Jenn to remove her bikini bottom so she could get closer to me.

I slid onto the mats, pulling May down with me. She hugged tight, continuing to kiss. Jenn started to stroke me. May lifted slightly, letting me have access to her breasts. I suckled one firm nipple and grasped the other breast, my spare hand cuddling her bum. May stroked me, careful at first to avoid Jenn's wandering hands, then seeking them out to follow. The touch of one hand followed so closely by another, different hand was incredibly erotic. I moaned in pleasure.

May pulled herself up over my penis and slid me into her. I continued to massage her breasts and to tweak her nipples. Jenn continued to stroke me. May began to raise and lower herself, drawing me in, releasing me, drawing me in again. I released her breasts and cuddled her bum, raising and lowering myself, thrusting deep into my love. I helped with pressure on her bum to raise her and lower her, thrusting into her again and again as she pleasured herself with me.

May suddenly tensed up, climaxed with a groan, her vaginal muscles pulling tight, squeezing me, but not quite to orgasm. May slid off, her hands urging Jenn to mount.

Jenn, slippery wet, took her place. As she recovered May continued to stroke me, to inflame my nipples, to bring me to the erotic awareness of her presence as I made love to her best friend, my other true love. Jenn slid up and down on me, keeping me hard and intense. I massaged her breasts and then clasped her bum to join the rhythm she had established. Jenn tensed up, ready to explode. I was hanging on the edge. May's hand, a finger, really, just touched my penis where it joined me each time Jenn released me. That was all it took to send me over the edge, driving deep into Jenn and spraying my semen in her depths. The vibrations from my spasming penis tipped Jenn, who screamed with the joy of it and collapsed on me. May, too, collapsed on me. The three of us hugged with pleasure and the happiness of having found our solution for true sharing.

"Well, May," Jenn asked when we had recovered somewhat, "what do you think?"

"It was a little strange, to have you there while I was naked with a man. Then you were naked, too, sharing the loving we gave Robbie. Then I realized that we were truly sharing our love for Robbie, and it stopped being strange and started to feel natural and right. And then I came and I knew Robbie hadn't so it felt right to ask you to help Robbie. I hope you didn't mind."

"Of course not, I had a really good time, too. It did seem a little strange to start, but when you followed my hands and I could see how much Robbie was enjoying having two women feeling him up at once, I knew this was right. So when you collapsed with your climax and urged me to complete the job, it just seemed an extension of our sharing, our joint commitment to making Robbie happy while he made us happy. It was a loving way to share, I thought. It really felt nice."

"Robbie," Jenn said, "I'm sorry we've been talking about sharing you as if you weren't here. We had some things we had to sort out in our own heads about what sharing means to us, to May and Jenn, not some other women who may choose to share differently. For us, it works. Does it work for you, dear? You seemed happy, but I had no chance to ask."

"Robbie," May added, "I'm sorry I was dense about what sharing could mean. I'm very happy now with what you and Jenn have shown me. I only hope it's all right with you."

"Sweethearts," I replied, "I know this is a hard thing for us all to sort out. Sharing the love of another person can founder on 'how' more than on anything else. I want this to work out, so any way of sharing that is good for you two is all right by me. I'm so pleased that you both want me that I'll do anything to make it work. Except, now, to share you with anyone else. Robbie has the two most beautiful girls in the university, and he ain't sharing, the greedy little pig. So there, hah!"

"Robbie, be serious," Jenn admonished me.

"I am serious. I have the love of two of the most remarkable women anyone could find anywhere. I'm not sharing and I'm in love big time. Anything you want, anything at all, is fine by me. I agree that making love to two women at once was unsettling at first, but it flowed with your own love and sharing. I like what you've found for yourselves. For me it fits better than taking shifts or something. It's a good thing one bed in the apartment is a king. We should all fit in."

"Robbie," May pealed, "we'll sleep so close together it could be a twin!"

We got dressed before Mom could find us and played a bit in the pool. When Mom did get home she invited Jenn to dinner with us. This wasn't unusual, but there was no apparent reason tonight.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Comeau, but I don't have anything suitable apart from this bikini and a not very covering cover up."

"Not to worry, Jenn. It's completely informal and I know you can borrow something decent from May."

That was a fair statement. May and Jenn were the same size in almost everything, even boyfriends (me) - but I thought maybe we had better not speak of that.

Jenn and May slipped upstairs to pick something for Jenn while May got out of her wet suit. I was quite prepared to help, of course, but May whispered to me not to be an asshole in front of our parents. It probably was really stupid of me, but I wanted to do it. I overrode my sister's veto and Jenn hit me, hard.

Loving two women at once might have a downside, I thought disconsolately.

I changed quickly into something reasonable for supper. Jenn and May had slipped on a blouse and shorts combination, which only made them more desirable, especially because they had managed to find identical clothes. It didn't make you think they were twins - they didn't look that much alike, and one was blonde and one brunette. But it did make you look twice. I always thought that you should look twice or three times at either of them anyway, and when they were together you should just stare avidly.

After supper when we were all sitting around the table - Mom had just rejected an offer from May to clean up - Dad started the conversation.

"Robbie, I understand that you need to find a couple of roommates to carry the rent for your apartment this year."

"Yes, Dad, both my roommates moved out, and the tenants I have for the summer will not be continuing in the fall."

"May and Jenn want to move out of the school dormitories and find a place of their own."

"Yes sir, so I understand."

"Have you thought of renting to them as a way out of your problem?"

"Dad, I want a place of my own," May whined, on cue, as if we'd had time to rehearse.

"I don't know that I want my little sister cramping my style."

"Gee, Mr. Comeau, that sounds like a great idea." That was Jenn, ever helpful. May looked daggers at her, as if she'd been stabbed in the back by her best friend.

"You have two vacant rooms, correct?"

"Yes, Dad."

"Then, if Jenn's parents are willing, this will solve the problem of how to keep the apartment, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Keeping the apartment is more important than your little sister and her friend cramping your style, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"As for you, May, this is a far better solution from our point of view than having you out on your own subjected to whatever temptations and dangers. This way your brother can look out for both of you, and you can keep an eye on him, too."

"I suppose I can agree if the girls are willing, Dad,"

"Since it's my money, except for Jenn's share, you can take it that May will be willing, or if not willing, will agree. I gather the park gets quite cold in the winter.

"Jenn, do you think this arrangement is acceptable?"

"Of course, Mr. Comeau. It solves so many problems. It's a truly marvellous idea. However did you come to think of it?"

"Actually, I was talking to your father a day or two ago. He brought it up first. You should be congratulating him, not me."

"Oh, Daddy's so clever!"

Now I knew Jenn had sown the seed with her father, who had been averse to her living with me until she'd thrown May into the mix, which provided the ready-made chaperone he wanted. We might sneak a bit of nooky now and then - we were for sure this summer - but it wouldn't get too out of hand, or at least not to the point he'd have to notice and make protective father noises, and it would for sure shut up the neighbours and Mrs. Grundy.

"I want my own place," May whined again.

"Marie-Thérèse, you will room with your brother this fall. It is decided."

When Dad used her full name, and that tone of voice, it was well and truly decided, carved in stone and embedded in concrete. May pouted a little but was careful not to say anything at all that could be taken as disagreement. She might be grounded for a hundred years for sleeping with me if he ever found out, but contradicting Dad after the word came down from on high would mean bread and water and chained to the bedpost for three or four generations.

After supper the three of us cleaned up for Mom, in spite of her protests, and went out to sit around the pool. All three of us had jobs that started the next week, so we weren't going to have a lot of time together by ourselves for the rest of the summer.

"Well, that went well, if faster than I'd expected," Jenn contributed.

"Bloody fantastic," May enthused.

"I almost thought you were going to ruin it, princess, but the counterpoint between you and Jenn was incredible. I thought it was rehearsed, but I knew we'd never done that."

"Taking advantage of the opportunity," May replied. "Besides, Jenn and I have years of practice playing off each other. You don't, and you did pretty well, too. 'Please don't throw me in the briar patch!' Now we have to be careful not to seem too pleased until we find out in the fall that it is actually a pretty good arrangement."

"Makes me want fall to come," Jenn added.

***

Over the next few weeks I had some time with May and Jenn. We made love, then, together as we always did. I had chances to make love with May alone a few times, but we never did. It seemed to both of us that it would be like cheating on Jenn. Oh, we'd snuggle, and hug, and maybe feel each other up a bit, but never anything more. We had established our ground rules for sharing and we were committed to them. We saw each other often enough that we could share love, at least, and sometimes have sex. I was worn ragged those times, though I would not have traded it for anything. May and Jenn were the two most wondrous women on the planet. I exulted that they both loved me.

May and Jenn truly loved each other. There was no question of that in my mind. I was surprised that they had no physical attraction to each other at all as part of the love they shared, but there was none. They weren't averse to touching each other when we made love, but it was accidental or directional, not an affectionate exchange of caresses or anything more overt. They weren't afraid of touching; they were comfortable with each other, but they didn't seek it, either. It was truly as Jenn had said. They were two girls who loved each other but weren't really physically attracted to each other.

Even with that they touched each other often outside of bed. It was more like two people in love who want to confirm the other's physical presence. They were like that with me, too, and I with them. It was a part of love I'd never thought about before.