I was cold, and hungry. The snow was falling again, harder. And the damn wind had started back up too. When they said that Denmark could get cold, they weren't kidding. I had never expected to be here, out on the streets like this. I had been traveling Europe alone. No firm plans, just wandering around. Bumming from one country to another. Staying at hostels and smaller hotels to make the money last. But then I hit Denmark, and couldn't find a hotel that was open, that I could afford.

I was sitting in the bar when I met the man who put me here. But, my fault. I had trusted a stranger.He said he knew a small boarding house up the street. They normally only rented by the month, but since he knew the owner he could get me a room for a week. It was late, I was cold and hungry, and had, had a few drinks. When we walked out to his car he simply whacked me over the head and took my stuff. All he had left me with was what I was wearing, and a killer headache. No money, no clothes, and no passport. I guess I was lucky that's all he took. I was angry and mad as I walked along.

What should I do? I didn't speak the language, and by the time I had woken up, it was the middle of the night anyway. I didn't know where to go, or who would listen to me anyway. Ahead of me I saw a light. And wandered over. It was a small gift shop, closed of course. But it looked so inviting. I wandered around back, thinking someone had to be there, as there was a light in the back. I pounded on the back door, hoping someone would answer. But no one. Just then the wind picked up even fiercer. My thin jacket did nothing to block the cold. I realized then I was in trouble if I didn't get out of the cold soon. I tried the door, but it was locked of course. Then I saw the small window.

The cold got fiercer and my hands and feet were turning numb. I managed to pry open the little window and squeeze myself in. It was rough and I almost got stuck. Now wouldn't that be something. The owner comes along tomorrow and finds me frozen to death, stuck halfway into the window. Like some bizarre version of Winnie the Pooh. I laughed and wiggled in, falling to the floor below. I lay there, trying to catch my breath. Trying to breathe quietly as I listened. I hoped someone was there, but then again. I had just broken in, so what would they do if there was someone here. Quietly, I shut up the window again. The wind no longer able to get at me. Heaven. I wandered around, trying not to bump into anything, trying to find a door so I could find where the light was coming from. There, a knob. Slowly I opened it but it squealed. Ugghh. Couldn't anything go my way tonight? No, I was lucky to have found the window. That should be enough. Find a phone, that's what I needed to do. Then call the police and get going on finding a way to replace all my stuff.

I walked down a hallway toward the light, but it turned out to be a backroom, and someone had simply left it on. I looked around for a phone. There on the desk. I picked it up, still shivering. Nothing. No dial tone. Now I felt like the star of a bad monster film. Where she gets trapped and everything shuts down and she cannot get away. Trapped and cold she must fight off the monster. I realized I was getting hysterical. The bump on my head hurting and making me woozy, my thoughts and the situation not helping at all. I sat down, trying to calm myself, but soon I was sobbing and crying. I sank my head down onto my arms and cried. Hoping to feel better later. My shivering brought me out of my crying fit. I was still so cold. There on a hook was a flannel. Ooh. I hoped no one minded. I took off my wet jacket, and the top too. I was soaked all the way through. I wrapped myself in the flannel. Warmer now. There must be a radiator or something around here. I looked and found it behind a shelving unit. Again I thanked the owners of this shop and prayed they would have that Danish Hospitality everyone talked about, as I cranked up the heat. It hissed as it started. I sat down on the floor against it. More tired now then anything. I would just sit here awhile and then go out and try to find a phone that worked, or someone to help me find a policeman. But soon my eyes started to shut. Warm and safe at last. And the head injury put me out quickly. Without even realizing, I sank down and curled up tighter in the flannel, sound asleep.

I must have slept for hours, because when I awoke, I could barely move. I had been so tightly wrapped up that my muscles were sore. I sat up, and regretted it at once. My head was no better. Everything seemed to tip as I moved. Then I froze. There was someone here. I heard someone out in the hallway moving around. They were coming in here. Had someone seen me break in? Or had I slept through the night and this was simply the owner on her way in to open the shop? Either way I was safe. Or was I? My experience with the man at the bar made me weary, and I realized that I was at whoever it was mercy.

Now I am not a weakling, I traveled around Europe on my own remember. But I wasn't feeling good, hadn't eaten in over 24 hours and had been hit on the head pretty hard. This had a tendency of making me a bit anxious. I sat there quietly as they entered, trying to shrink into a tiny ball, wrapping the flannel around me more. Flannel. Oh no. My jacket a, shirt and bra were out there on the desk. Where they would be seen as soon as they walked in, and that was when they did.

The door swung open. I could see their legs. A man. Great. A woman would sympathize, but a man was likely to be angry and mad, and belittle me and my situation. I saw them stop at the desk, but was unable to see what they were doing. Oops. "What the hell?" The voice was puzzled and confused. It was time I stepped forward and admitted what I had done, and get them to help me.

I stood quickly, before I could change my mind. But before I could say anything, my head spun and I dropped onto the shelving unit. Knocking it over as I fell. I came too on the floor. He knelt beside me, holding my hand. A puzzled look on his face. "Shh. Don't speak. Just lay there a bit." Then he started feeling around my body. I yelped and tried to get away. Struggling to sit. "I am sorry. I am not trying to hurt you. I need some identification so I can get you some help." I shook my head, and fainted again.

This time there were several men standing over me when I came too, I was moving along as if floating. And realized I was strapped to a stretcher. He must have called the hospital or whatever. I was frightened and scared, but he stood there, holding my hand. "Don't worry. I am right here and will see you are taken care of." He spoke perfect English. Somehow, looking in his eyes. I knew I was safe, that this man would help me however he could. I closed y eyes again and slipped back to sleep, knowing he was watching over me.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

I was half asleep again, there in the chair, when he came back. He was struggling with several bags, so I jumped up to help him, but only succeeded in falling, at his feet again. Immediately he was on the floor beside me, holding me. "Are you okay? Please little one, be careful. No, let me get a Dr." I shook my head over and over. Then, still kind of dizzy, I tried to stand. He helped me to my feet, not letting go though. I stood there, trying to catch my breath while the room spun around and around. Finally I lay my head on his shoulder, and though I tried hard to control myself, started crying. It was all too much for me. I had been on vacation, having fun. One false step and I was beaned, robbed and now so sick I had to rely on a stranger to help me. And what a stranger. He was strong and kind, handsome in a rough outdoors way. And probably married and feeling like he has to help this poor stupid American girl. His wife must just love that. He had to be married. He was too kind and gentle to be single. I wondered how I could ever thank them for what they had done for me. Most people would have called the cops and let it go at that. Yet, this wonderful man had spent many hours here, and helped me through all this. And if what the nurse had said was true, he was paying my bills too. Why I wondered? I had insurance. I couldn't think straight anymore. The sobbing kept on and on. It got harder to breath. At first he just held me, but soon he became alarmed and tried to stop me. I knew I had to stop. I was causing him worry, and myself harm, but I couldn't. He even gently shook me, but to no avail. Avail, what a word. My mind wandered as the sobs tore through me. Avail, avail, avail yourself, avail me.... I pleaded with him with my eyes to help. I couldn't stop. Sorry I saw him mouth to me. Sorry .. slap, slap, slap.

The pain penetrated and I was able to slow down, calm myself better. Soon the sobs were less and less. He continued to hold me though. Rocking me back and forth and soothing me with a humming. Strange words he whispered as he held me. I realized they must be Danish. Then, when he sensed I was getting better, he swooped me up and carried me to the bed. Gently he lay me down, and turned away. I gasped. He spun around, a quizzical look on his face. "No, please." Puzzled, then a dawning understanding. "No, I am not leaving you. I am just getting some Kleenex and water. I won't leave you."

I lay there, trying to breath, but the crying had triggered off a coughing spell. Over and over I coughed. He rushed back, making me sit up and somehow holding me and ringing for the nurse at the same time. In minutes she entered, saw me coughing and shooed him away. "Please. Help me." I muttered to her. She took one look at me and spun to him. "What have you done to her?" Pointing to my face. I slowly put one hand up to my cheek, still burning from the slaps. Oh no. She mustn't think. But I couldn't speak through the coughing. He tried explaining that I had been crying so hard I couldn't stop, and that... but she wouldn't listen. "Please, " I managed to stop the coughing a bit. She stood and seemed ready to force him out by her own will if necessary. “No, no..." she turned back to me. :Did he hurt you? Or were you really. No, I see by your eyes you were crying. Sorry. I was just trying to protect her." "Me too." he muttered, as he stepped back to the bed. I lay back against the bed, exhausted and worn out from all the activity. I tried to stay awake, but my eyes kept shutting. I felt them tucking me in, but couldn't even thank them. I drifted off again. The last thoughts in my mind were that they made a lovely couple.

When I awoke it was dark and I was confused and scared. Somehow in the last week or so, the confident American had been replaced by this weak, scared little girl. I remembered where I was, and what had happened. My hand went to my cheek, wondering if the mark was still there from the slap. My throat was so dry. I wanted water, but couldn't reach the table. I didn't want to ring, but... No. I would get it myself. It was the only way I would ever get better and let these people get on with their lives. I had been too much the burden already. I sat slowly, taking my time. No, I wasn't dizzy anymore. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, sat for a bit, and then slowly stood. The room tipped a bit. But I took it really easy. There. I was on my own. I decided to go to the bathroom and get the water myself, and use the facilities. I groped my way over in the dark, not knowing where the light switch was. Once there I flipped the switch and the sun came on. Yikes! It was the wrong one, one of those heat lamp things. I quickly shut it off and found the right one. Ugghh. The mirror was in front of me. I looked a fright. My hair was half braided and half not, all knotted and tangled. My face pale, dark rings under my eyes. Lovely. So much for the lovely, weak patient routine that they showed in the movies.

I used the bathroom and decided to wash up also. A shower would be nice, but I was too weak to try that alone. I removed my shirt, but was to tired to go any further. I used the washcloth and washed up, feeling better already. Tying the shirt around my waist I realized it was stinking now. Wait. He had brought in bags earlier, before I went crazy. Wonder if he left them. There on the back of the door was a bag. I pulled it down and peeked. He must have meant them for me. Oh my. Now I knew he must be married. No single man would know what a woman would like so well. Clean underwear and bras. Pretty and satiny. And the right size. He must have asked the nurse. I needed to ask her name. Then I found a couple tank tops with matching shorts and sweat pants. And noticed the robe hanging there too. A pretty blue robe. Yet practical. I almost cried again when I saw the matching slippers on the floor.

I wasn't sleepy though so decided to get dressed in a fresh underwear, tank and shorts. I had to sit on the toilet and finish. I was exhausted, but proud. Now my hair. I pulled the braid out and began untangling it. Ouch. I heard someone out in the room, calling for me. Rats. I wanted to surprise them. It sounded like the nurse. "In here." I continued to pull my fingers through my rats nest. "It's okay. I am brushing my hair. Come in." As she entered, ready to scold me, she stopped in her tracks. I sat there, beaming up at her. Feeling like a school girl. "Don't fuss. I need to start doing things myself. By the way. I feel silly, but what is your name? You have been so helpful and sweet. I feel bad, as I have been such a bother to you, yet you seem so patient."

"Of course you want to get better. Just go slow okay? Feels good to be clean and have clean things on, doesn't it? and my name is Glenda, and you are not a bother. Trust me. Some of the patients here, with less cause then you have, are a bother." "Glenda, as in Glenda, my good witch." I smiled, hoping she got the reference. Laughing as she helped me brush my hair, "Yes, I guess you could say that. You are kind of like Dorothy. Lost in a strange land. Wonder what that makes Kenneth?" "Oh, a combination of all the good things. Sweet, and kind, and wonderful. His wife is so lucky." I watched her reaction, hoping for a hint. She smiled. "Wife? No, he isn't married. A Bachelor. It seems he has been too busy building up his business to find a wife. Besides..." She trailed off. "What?" Oh no. I wondered. Could he be gay? No, I answered my own question. I somehow knew not. She finished brushing my hair and we slowly went back to the other room.

"I am not sleepy. Please don't make me go back to bed. Can't I sit up in the chair. Maybe read? I know you have things to do. But all I do lately is sleep, and cry. I have to get better quick so he can feel he doesn't have to hover over me." "I don't think he minds the hovering, at all. But yes, you can sit up. It's almost time for breakfast, so I do need to get going. I am off shift in a half hour. How would you like company?" "Yes, I would love it. But don't feel you have to hang around, just cause I am alone. I will be fine. Don't you have family to go home too?" Shaking her head she sadly smiled. "No, I am recently divorced. And haven't any children. So, no one waiting except an empty house. Please let me stay. I hate going home alone. I will bring you a special breakfast. We need to fatten you up a bit." Puzzled I watched her leave. Then realized she was right. I had lost weight as I wandered Europe, and being sick had lost even more. Now I was too skinny. I lay back, already in a half doze, and waited for her return.

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

For the next couple days I gained strength. I could walk around on my own, in fact did better so. Glenda and Mr. Barton, well, Kenn, clucked over me like I was a baby chick. I enjoyed their company and loved watching the relationship springing up between them. It wasn't till the Dr was ready to release me that they let me know they had set up a small suite for me at his house. In fact, with a shy smile from Glenda. She would be staying with me there. She had time and was taking some off so that she could help me adjust. She needed this vacation anyway. It was her deserving to be spoiled that made me decide to take him up on his offer of a place to stay. Otherwise I might have had to get strict about finding my own place. As soon as I decided to give in, I felt a weight off my shoulders. I don't know why I had been making such a fuss. It was obvious he meant it. A lonely guy like him, well, if I saw rightly. He wouldn't be lonely long. Glenda was halfway to being in love with him, and I think the same was true in reverse. I saw the way his face lit up when she entered the room. The way he watched her every move, trying to hide it. 

So they packed me up and I signed myself out. The Dr. and other nurses on the floor meeting me out in the corridor. Dr. Blim walked up and gave my hand a squeeze. "You better return my best nurse soon." This got him a couple jabs from the other ladies when he stepped back. I thanked them all for all their hard work, and we left. I had to be in a stupid wheelchair, some hospital rule. And it was good that I was. For when we got downstairs, our vehicle was waiting. His limo! Holy cow. Glenda just stood there, her mouth open. The chauffeur got out and opened the door for us. "Thank you Peter." was all Kenn said. He helped us in, still shocked. Then, as we pulled away, he started laughing. "If you could see your faces right now! It was worth it." We both shyly looked around. I had never been in such an incredible vehicle. I felt like I was in a dream. Glenda got suspicious though, when Kenn didn't know how to lower the window on his own. "This isn't yours, is it?" she started tickling him till he admitted it. Yes, it was obvious they liked each other. He had borrowed it from a friend, just to tease and amaze us. It had worked. We all got laughing so hard that it started me coughing. Of course the two of them acted like I was dying. I just shook my head and laughed again."I am fine. I am fine. Just give me space, okay? I could also use a glass of champagne. Is this equipped well?" "Hey, you can't have anything to drink yet. Rules are rules." Glenda frowned at me. But quickly smiled. "So, I will have to have your share. That's the kind of friend I am you know. No sacrifice to big!" Again we all set off in peals of laughter. It felt so good to just relax and laugh. "You two are a hoot. An absolute stitch as they say." Of course, now I had to explain this to them. As we talked about slang and the difference in words between countries.

When we arrived. I couldn't help staring as we drove through the gates. Yes, I said gates. At first I thought he was kidding us again. But no, it was his. We wound along a tree-lined avenue. Unable to speak I kept looking out the window. Expecting horse drawn carriages. We turned a sharp curve and there stood his house. So absolutely perfect. It was an old English Style manor that he had inherited. He told us that as his businesses had succeeded he had had it renovated completely. Adding a few conveniences, and a few extras. He hadn't tried to keep the style complete, for the rooms had been small and dark, and he liked big open rooms. So now instead of 6 bedrooms, it had 4 and a smaller one by the kitchen.

As we pulled up a man came out the door. Glenda and I hung back as he approached. Then I saw the look on Kenn's face. He was furious at something. I pulled at Glenda's hand and she had noticed too. "Is this her?" the stranger turned to me. "Yes, I can see it is. Hello there honey." His arm stole around my shoulders, though I tried to pull away. Before I could say anything Kenn pulled his arm off me and physically pulled him away. Glenda stepped in front of me. My angel. But I could take care of myself, and started to say something. Kenn waved his hand at me and held up his hand. "Ladies meet Harold Fennigan. A reporter for a slime sheet here in town. I did not invite him, and he is just leaving. Now!!" Then I saw that the driver, Peter, had stepped forward, between this man and us ladies. Harold saw he was beat. "Don't worry little lady. I will give you a call. You are news. And I am a news hound. I'll be in touch." With a wink, he turned to a beat up car and, trying to look suave, drove off.

I didn't know what to say. But Kenn did. "I am sorry Amanda, Glenda. And thank you Peter. He has been trying to see you for a couple days now. I will have to find out how he got in here. I guess I shouldn't have, but I told the reporters you were not interested in an interview. I figured, well. I am sorry. I should have asked first." "You stop it silly man. You know damn well I have been keeping them away from her also. She doesn't want any more publicity. And you are keeping her standing out here in this chill." At that she took my hand and pulled me in the front door. I was shaking, but not all from chill. The incident had left me nervous and afraid I was intruding too much on them. And then I also saw why they had been so firm I came here for a bit. Trying to protect me again. I smiled, it felt good, but it had to stop.

Kenn and Peter brought in the bags while Glenda and I walked through a few rooms. I was right. Glenda had been here, several times it seemed. While the men were busy with the bags and stuff I turned to her and point blank asked. "Listen Glenda, it may not be my business, but. Well. You obviously have been here before. I don't want to intrude, and tell me if it isn't my concern, but. Well." I didn't know how to go on. Kenn walked up just then, and must have heard. I blushed deep red. Then stunned, I almost fainted. His hand stole into hers, and she hung her head, smiling. At once I felt even better, forgetting the incident at the door. They had found each other. I was so glad. I rushed forward and hugged her tight. She held me for a second, and I felt him behind me, hugging us both in his strong arms. But I had to pull away, my body was healed, and the thought of these two holding me like that, well, it awoke passions I would have to control. I wouldn't want to come between their budding romance. They seemed perfect for each other, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship either. It seemed like we had known each other for years.

We chatted a bit about the house as he showed me upstairs to my suite. I had laughed when they called it that. But it really was. A small outer room, filled with books!! I couldn't help but drift over to them, my hand idly tracing the titles. MMMM.... all the classics. And a couple recliners with a small table set between them. They faced out a huge window that overlooked an orchard. What a perfect view. Turning I was afraid to see the bedroom. But he led me in. A huge King size poster bed. Mmm. I could feel myself slipping deep under the covers. There were other articles of furniture, but I also noticed the many candles scattered around. And... the single white rose on my pillow. That was it. I started crying, turning so they wouldn't see. I pretended to be looking out the window at the orchard, but soon I felt her arms steal around me. I broke down then, and turning into her, I cried. I cried for their caring, their friendship, my lost vacation, all the stress and sickness. But most of all I cried for relief. It felt safe here, warm and caring. The rose had been the final straw. It showed what wonderful people they were. Again he stepped behind me and encircled us with his arms. Holding me between them, they murmured soft tender words till I started claming down. Immediately my body was reacting to their closeness. I could smell his man scent wafting around me, and her gentle musk. I moaned, unable to help myself. Luckily, they took it as part of my crying. I pulled away then. Knowing, that as safe and warm and welcome as they might make me, I had to recover and leave quickly. But as I pulled away, she held my hand still. Caressing it in hers. He handed me a tissue and showed me the bathroom. I turned at the door, thanking them.

I shut the door and leaned against it, shutting my eyes. What was wrong with me? Never before had anyone ever made me react like this. I wanted him so badly, to feel those strong hands on my body. Demanding satisfaction and payment for his kindness. And her. I had never been attracted to a woman before. Yet, every move she made attracted me. Her smile, her touch, sent a shiver through me. And the thought of the two of them together almost drove me crazy. Control, I must have control. But my brain kept up the images. Over and over I tried to banish them. But soon I felt I must cum, just to relieve it. I quickly slid my hands under my skirt, finding my panties soaked. My fingers ground into my pussy. I sat down then on the edge of the tub, noting it was huge and deep. But I needed to cum. now. I slid my left hand under my sweater and pinched my nipple, biting my lip to keep from crying out. I wanted him to be touching me, her hands on my pussy. I quickly picked up the rhythm and was soon squirming and ready. My pussy burst into a flood as I came, sliding to the floor as wave after wave overwhelmed me. I shook and moaned, trying to keep quiet. I lay there a brief moment, but realized they were waiting, and worried. I quickly wiped myself and flushed. Washing my hands and face to try to remove evidence. I could smell my need as I stood, trying to calm myself. They wouldn't notice would they? No, not everyone was a little slut like I was. Their minds had other things to contemplate.

I straightened my clothing and went back out to the bedroom, trying to appear calm and thinking that the crying jag would excuse any signs of oddness. But Glenda had a funny smile on her face. "Feeling better? It helps to let things out. Don't keep them bottled inside. Now, Kenn. Where the heck is the champagne. If I am drinking her share too, I need to get started." Her words made me wonder, but I was just being paranoid. There was no way they could know what I was feeling. "Downstairs lazy bones. Amanda, wouldn't you like a shower, while we get this lush her champagne?" Again, he sensed just what I needed. A long hot shower, to erase the smell of the hospital, and ease my body. They told me to poke around the bathroom and I would find everything I needed. If not there was a bell by the bed and they would have it sent up. They left and I decided a shower was just what I wanted. That would settle my nerves for sure.

Chapter 6

I started the shower and let it steam a bit as I slowly undressed, knowing that they had gone no further then the outer door. Just knowing how close they were made me weepy again. They deserved each other so much. Never before, in all my travels, had I ever met two such caring people. And here I was barging in on their sweet beginning. I had to recover quickly and leave them to continue on their journey.

I undressed and stepped into the steam, it felt so good. So warm and inviting. There were three showerheads and I adjusted them to hit my hair, my breasts and my pussy. The water coursed over me as I bent and rinsed myself. Then I reached for the soap, a subtle vanilla scent wafted from it. How well they knew me from such a short time. I smiled and closed my eyes, enjoying the scents, the heat, the feeling of my hands caressing and washing over me. Then suddenly I saw the controls, and realized there was also a stereo in here. Wow. I flipped it on and immediately soft Latin music. I swayed and moved to the beat as I washed, shaved and washed again. After the hospital it felt good to know that I would no longer carry that medicinal scent on me. I didn't want to leave, the water had aroused me again. As I rinsed my pussy, shaving her for the first time in weeks, I couldn't resist slipping a finger between her wet lips. Mmmmm. I imagined it was him, what harm could that do? I closed my eyes and imagined his strong hands caressing me, touching me, and immediately my nipples hardened, my pussy reacted by opening her lips, wanting his fingers, his mouth, and his cock. I slowly stroked my thighs, gyrating to the music as I danced there in the streaming water with my fantasy lover. His hands bolder on me, my body twisting and aching for his touch. The water seemed to lick and kiss me, as he might. I shifted my hips and the stream hit my pussy directly. I then adjusted the one at my breasts to be a pulsing massaging tempo, almost like someone lightly hitting them. Then I could no longer control myself. The hot pulsing on my pussy lips was driving me wild. Soon I was begging him to finish me. I bent over and let the water hit her directly, feeling like little needles as it struck my swollen lips. Harder and harder I fingered her, soon cumming over and over as the water didn't stop and my hand wouldn't stop sliding in and out. I crumpled to my feet in the water, feeling it hitting me in its mindless pulse. Shudder after shudder went through me as I kept slipping one finger in and out of her, wanting so much for it to be him. I sat there on the floor of the tub, crying in my need, and knowing I had to leave soon, or would betray this to them.

I struggled to my feet and turned the water to cold, to stop this shuddering and trembling, but it refused to listen. I got out and gave my naked body a rub down with a huge towel, so thick it was sinful. I could get used to living here very quickly. No, I must leave soon. I opened the bathroom door to release some steam and went back to the mirror. I sat, combing out my hair, with just the towel wrapped around me, still turned on and excited. I tried to steady myself and seemed to be succeeding, till I heard her call for me. "Amanda? Need help?" "In here Glenda, its okay." And in she walked. She came right up and without a word took the comb from me. "Let me do that. My goodness, I thought you were going to be forever in there, but they are sinful showers aren't they? It took me a whole 5 minutes to become addicted. But we were a bit worried when you took so long." It was then I saw I had been in the shower over 20 minutes. I must have sat on the floor longer then I had thought, and blushed. But she didn't notice, or didn't comment. "Dinner is ready and we are waiting for you to eat. Okay? I am hungry so hurry up! You finish here and I will put out some clothes. Comfy, but nice." I finished combing out my hair and pulled it back in a loose French twist, leaving curls cascading from the top. Quickly I applied a light foundation and mascara, but then decided to skip all the rest. I wasn't big on makeup anyway.

I got out to the bedroom as she was laying out a denim wraparound and a black silk blouse that tied around the waist. mmmm. My favorite shirt, how had she known, or was it another lucky guess? I wore a simple black bra and thong underneath and decided to go barefoot, as she was also. I laughed as she gave me a yucky look. "God, I wish I was little enough to get away with that. I have to wear a support bra with these buggers." Lifting her breasts to me and then dropping them. Uggghhh. "Isn't that the way it is? I would love to have more womanly curves, I am built like a teenager, especially now that I got sick and lost more weight. All you have to do is get beaned on the head and catch pneumonia and almost die. Works every time." She giggled and we left, in search of our Host. He stood at the window, watching something outside.

The snow was falling and twilight was on. There in the orchard were two teenagers having a snowball fight. I smiled as they tossed handfuls of snow at each other. The bigger one took a handful of snow and stuffed it down the smaller ones shirt. brrr. I was warm and safe here, but felt that one. Instead of struggling the smaller one pushed him over and sat on him, straddling him. With one motion he, I guess she, pulled off her sweater. There in the fading sun I saw her naked whiteness, her young breasts shining for all to see. My breathing was coming harder as we watched the scene unfold. She seemed to fumble at his waist then lift a bit. He had his gloves off and was fondling and stroking her bare, cold flesh. I shivered at the thought of what we could be about to see.

Yes, she stood over him and removed her pants, then nude except for her cute hat and her braided hair, she sat back down on him. He held her close, rubbing her body as I imagined his cock slide between her woken lips. We could plainly see her rising and falling on him, obviously coupled, and just as obviously unaware anyone was watching, or not caring. His head fell back as her motions quickened, her own hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and playing with them. Then suddenly her back arched and her head fell from side to side, and then she threw it back. He reached down and held her there as she came on him. It was so clear, every motion like a separate piece of a film. She again quickened her pace and suddenly fell forward on him, but he continued to use her hips to move her up and down, holding her there as he too threw his head back, so obviously filling her with his juices, his cum. I shook my head, trying to break away.

I couldn't move though, as they cuddled a quick frozen moment, then just as quickly dressed. As they scampered off, he held her close, in love, in lust with her. Their shapes still visible on the snow as the sun finally dropped below the horizon. Not a word had we spoken, all of us amazed and speechless. Kenn came too first. "Well. Woah. I don't know what to say. I am sorry ladies." "Heck" Glenda answered. "We should have had to pay for that." I smiled and tried to catch my breath too. It had been so incredibly erotic, and I knew, without moving, that my pussy was soaked, and my nipples hard and poking through the thin blouse I had on. I turned, afraid to look them in the eyes.

'Still hungry... for food Glenda? I am starved." Trying to change the subject to bring them comfort, yet wanting to cry out to them to please make love to me, both of them, right here. Instead we went downstairs to the dinner they had planned for me.

Chapter 7

They led me to the table, Kenn holding my chair and then Glenda's. He sat at the end, one of us on either side of him. "Ummm." Glenda curled her legs under her in the comfy upholstered chairs. The dining room made me uncomfortable as there were wrought iron chandeliers and old medieval stuff all around. It vaguely reminded me of a torture chamber, except that there were beautiful paintings and sculptures. I turned back towards them as a woman came from another room with a wheeled cart. I couldn't actually believe all this. Here I was, poor little American, being served and waited on. Wow.

"Is it all there Fiona? If so, I shall take it from here. You may have the rest of the night off. Leave dessert in the freezer and I will serve the coffee later. Thank you hon. And you make sure Peter studies for that exam or I won't go to the movies Saturday with him." The lady, maid, cook...Fiona laughed and said she would damn sure he studied, smiled at us and left. Kenn stood and started passing the plates. There was way too much food for just three of us. A huge roast beef, dripping with juices and gravy. All the trimmings too. A huge tossed salad and a couple bottles of wine. There was also a plate of cheeses and fruits. I reached for that, but Glenda slapped my hand and took my plate. She began heaping it with food.

"Glenda, there is no way I can eat all that! Please. I know I need to gain weight again, but I just can't." I tried to stop her, but Kenn added a roll as she passed it back to me. I looked at it all, it smelled so good, but if I ate like this all the time I would not only gain back what I had lost, but soon be a cow. I knew by their looks I had to try. The beef was so tender, it melted in my mouth. Flavored just right, to enhance the meat, not overwhelm. The vegetables weren't overdone either. This Fiona must be a great cook. I told Kenn so. "Fiona, a cook? Nope. She couldn't make tea if her life depended on it. It is her husband that cooks, Michael. She does the cleaning and ordering. Their son Peter is a student in a special school. He was born with a learning disability, but I don't think its as bad as the authorities say. He and I have a date on Saturday to go to the movie of his choice, if he passes the entrance exam to public school. He tries to sneak out from studying, because he doesn't want to leave his friends, so he says. I think its because he knows he will have to try harder then he does now. That's one reason I think he isn't as slow as they say. We are all friends more then employers and employees. They also help out at the warehouse sometimes, especially around Christmas. I pay for his education, in return for the extras they give me, but I would do it anyway. I have known Peter since he was born, kind of like my own son. It is hard to find people that don't feel demeaned by being a house keeper or cook. they are excellent at what they do around here. I have no idea what I would do if I didn't have them. Unless Glenda here wants to take up cleaning?" "Not on your life bud. I am only here to help Amanda, and get spoiled rotten in the process. You think I want to clean this place? You haven't seen my place. Yuck!" "Yes, I have..." his voice trailed off as he softly touched her hand. She blushed, yes actually blushed, as she noticed me watching. "But I wasn't looking at your home, just you."

We continued eating and chatting as we got to know each other a bit better. Discussing some of the art on the wall and he promised to show me his music collection. "I know." Glenda piped in. 'Tonight, since she is suppose to rest, we will have a movie marathon. Crash in your theater and eat popcorn and watch old black and whites. Okay?" "Theater? What theater? I mean, I don't want to sound ungrateful, but I am tired and don't really want to go out. Why don't you two go?" They both started laughing and Kenn had to explain he had a room fitted with surround sound and a large movie screen. Glenda called it his theater. I laughed too then, for it sounded perfect, then I could excuse myself early and leave them alone. That was my plan anyway, but they had other ideas.

They let me help stack the wheeled cart and we unloaded it into the dishwasher and cleaned up a bit. Glenda made some popcorn and Kenn grabbed a bottle of wine and some dark chocolates. Then we went off, they showed me around as we headed downstairs to the theater. I shivered and Glenda immediately told me I needed a sweater and something on my feet. "This old place is drafty and you can't get sick again." She wouldn't even let me get one myself. The phone rang and Kenn went off to answer it, hitting the stereo on his way out so that I had music. I wandered the room, looking at all the photos he had on the wall. It seemed he had been everywhere, yet, even though various pretty ladies appeared now and again. They never showed again. What a lonely life for such an incredible man. How lucky now. He and Glenda were perfect.

The wine, the music and my feeling stronger had me swaying soon. It felt good to dance again. But as I shut my eyes and swayed to the beat, I felt hands on my hips. "Shhh. Just me. Dance?" Glenda had come back. We danced to the beat, laughing and smiling as we tumbled over the pillows on the floor. "Klutz." she taunted. I picked up one and tossed it at her. This led to an all out war. We started throwing and tossing them and without realizing it acting like two schoolgirls. Next thing I knew I was on the floor and so was she, both laughing and giggling so hard we didn't even notice him returning. "Wow. Now, that was something. Can you repeat it for the cameras ladies? Or should I say little girls."

With one look at each other we both flew at him, pushing him onto the floor and hitting him over and over. I pulled away as she straddled him. "Beg our forgiveness. Now. How dare you call us little girls. We are grown women, just releasing some excess energy. Beg, come one." "No way. As long as you sit there like that I am not saying anything that might make you move." Then realizing what he said he quickly looked at me. I smiled and tossed her a pillow which she promptly beaned him in the head with. But he threw her over and was soon in control. She cried out for my help, but I was too busy laughing to be much help. He was laughing too, and after a quick kiss let her up.

She sat up and tried to compose herself. Sticking her tongue at him, she then turned to me. "Hmmm. Some help you are! I thought women were supposed to stick together? You are a big help. I think for his punishment he should have to wait on us hand and foot. Don't you think so Amanda?" "No way. I am the man of the house." and he stood and puffed out his chest. That set us all laughing again. "There is no way that with two women in the house I should have to do anything. You two should wait on me!"

I stood and then swiftly knelt at his feet. In my best slave girl voice I bent forward and kissed his foot. "Yes sir, anything Master desires." Then looked up and winked. This set Glenda off again, and soon Kenn realized I was joking and he too smiled. "See Glenda, this wench knows how to behave and treat her Master. Take lessons from her." It wasn't till he tried to walk away that he found out I had tied his shoes together and fell flat on his face in the pillows. Now there was no control as we all started throwing pillows and laughing and were unable to stop. Till Glenda got hiccups. Still she couldn't stop laughing and we weren't any help. Imitating her and, of course exaggerating them. She kept trying to hold her breath but we would hiccup loudly and send her off laughing again.

Soon though, Kenn poured her a glass of wine and told her to quickly drink it off. That would stop them. Or make her not care, as he stated. We all calmed down and relaxed, straightening the pillows, though occasionally tossing one again, and giggling for no reason. Her hiccups did seem better after the wine so I said I wanted one too, in case they were contagious, and she wanted another to make sure they didn't return. He called us lushes and poured the last of the bottle. "Great. I didn't get any. Now I have to walk all the way back to the kitchen and get more. I better bring a couple. I didn't know you two were determined to drink your way through my cellar in the first day." Then laughing he told us to behave like good little girls and left.

That set me thinking, along with the wine. "Good little girls, he thinks huh. I have an idea." Quickly we set it up so that when he returned we were both sitting quietly, our knees together, my hair in 2 ponytails, and Amanda wearing a cardigan. She was even chewing gum and cracking it in bubbles like a naughty girl. We had found a couple books to hold. This was so he got his two little girls when he returned. As we waited we had a hard time not laughing. It felt so good to cut loose and have such a wonderful time. Patiently we sat, waiting, and wondering what his response would be.

Chapter 8

His response was sheer amazement, but swiftly I saw he caught on. "Oh, back in the Principals office again are we? And what for this time? Glenda, were you teasing your math professor again?" I was trying not to laugh, but not succeeding. She was trying to look innocent, and doing even worse then I. "No Mr. Barton. I wouldn't do such a thing. He is mean and old." Her lower lip pouting as she spoke. Kenn was frowning and trying to look severe. "He says you were flashing your panties at him again. And that you distract the boys with your naughty jokes and looks. Is that true young lady?" All the time leering at her like a dirty old man. I lifted my book to hide my face, trying to be quiet.

He spun to me. "And you. Amanda, we had such hopes for you. But you had to hook up with this amoral wench. She will lead you down the path of naughty girls. And you know what we do to naughty girls don't you?" I wasn't sure that we may have gone over the line, but just hung my head. "Yes Mr. Barton." I swung around and pointed to her. "But she made me do it." "Did not!" "Did too!" "Ladies, or should I say, little, naughty girls. When you have been naughty here you know the punishment. Amanda since its your first time you only have to kiss my cheek. But Glenda. You have been here over and over. I am afraid stiffer punishment is in store for you. You have to sit on my lap and feed me popcorn and offer me wine through the first movie."

We had both giggled at the stiffer punishment part, but straightened up. I acted like a contrite little girl and kissed his cheek. How I longed to throw myself across his lap and get the spanking I deserved, but I had to control my emotions. His scent and touch hardened my nipples. I backed away and promised to behave. But stuck my tongue out at Glenda. "See what you did? You got me in trouble." "Amanda. You apologize right now." He was trying not to laugh. It was silly, but fun. "I am sorry Glenda. May I kiss your cheek too?" his eyes widened. She smiled and stood up. I went over and took her hand and kissed her softly on her cheek. I noticed a slight flush, the wine no doubt. Glenda started chatting about what movie to start with, and we settled on a James Bond. Dr. No.

I slipped to the floor in front of the couch, leaving it to them. Kenn poured us all wine and then settled down. She slid down next to me, but we heard his hmmmmm. "You were naughty Glenda. You need to sit on Mr. Barton's lap... remember?" She smiled. "Gladly." Then winking she curled up on his lap

We started the movie and were soon engrossed in it. We had discovered we were all Bond fans. And started calling this our bondage night. Laughing and giggling. I saw the looks they cast each other though, and wondered. No, it wasn't any of my business, but it kept my mind occupied and distracted. Luckily I had seen this flick many times.

As the movie progressed, the warmth and wine made me sleepy. I lay my head back to just shut my eyes. I guess I must have dozed a bit. I awoke about 10 minutes later, by the movie, and heard them kissing. Their whispered words just behind me. I pretended to sleep still, not wanting to interrupt them. I slipped down, as if still sleeping, and lay on the floor next to them, it was all I could do. I couldn't see them, but by the sounds and movements, and my imagination I guessed he was teasing her nipples and she was stroking him.

They were so close to me I could smell them, his masculine and her musk. It was driving me wild, these images in my head. I wanted to touch myself, but dare not move. "She is sleeping still. How beautiful she is." Luckily it was dark and they couldn't see the blush. It was Glenda who had spoken. "God I want to kiss her, but will settle for you darling." And then the sounds turned to obvious tonguing and their breathing shallowed. I heard him moan and then her shifting. Her comment about the kissing me part confused me. I had guessed she wouldn't mind woman love, but I was determined not to interfere with them. This situation told me I needed to get out of here as soon as possible, or ruin their chance at happiness.

"God baby. Suck it good." My eyes flew open. I knew then what she was doing. My legs rubbed against each other slowly, wanting to spread and open my pussy. But I had to lie there, knowing what they were doing. I couldn't stand it. Lying here unable to move away, or even touch myself. "Wouldn't you like her sucking you baby. I bet Amanda is a good cocksucker. She has that passion for love. Our passions. Pretend I am Amanda sucking you. Feel her lips on you baby. See her mouth stretch to take your cock."

I was stunned, unable to move or think. They were fantasizing about me! I lay there a few moments, wondering what to do. Then it dawned on me. I would let Glenda know I was awake and she could decide. I slowly, softly ran my hand along the couch and found her leg hanging there. At first touch she jumped a little, but she peeked over and saw my eyes open, and I winked. In that few seconds, our fate was decided. She winked back and smiled, knowing I must have heard her.

"Close your eyes Kenn. Picture her laying here tasting you, licking your balls. At your mercy. Begging for your cum." He lay back and closed his eyes. I carefully moved. "Now leave you eyes shut. I want to check on her, and if you peek you are sleeping alone!" She stood up and we quickly changed places, though she stayed kneeled at his side on the floor, her head close to me. I mouthed silently to her. "Are you sure?" "We love you." It was all she needed to say. I had tears running down my face as I knelt between his legs. His sweat pants half way down his legs. Awkward, but I could manage. I softly started licking, teasing his cock. It was so hard, and bigger then I had imagined. I wanted to collapse onto him and cry. They loved me. "Come on baby. I need to cum, and she might wake up."

Glenda smiled, covering her mouth with her hand to hide any sound. I saw her eyes were teary too. She leaned in to me, our mouths inches from his cock. Whispering into my ear. "Take it in, and look up at him, then I will tell him to open his eyes. Okay?" I nodded, taking his cock in my hand and then licking the tip. His scent made me want to devour him immediately. All my senses were aroused. I slowly took the head in, and then looked up.

"There darling. Look down and see your love sucking you." And he did. I kept looking at him, but plunged him deep into my throat. His eyes amazed, stunned, like a stricken deer. "What the fuck?" Then he looked at Glenda and saw her tears. Pulling her close he kissed her, one hand on my head. "Oh God ladies." I sucked him deeper, licking and nipping as I did. It was too much and soon he was plunging his hard cock as deep down my throat as he could. "Oh God, babies. Oh God. I love you... ohhhhhh." He bucked and buried himself to his balls, almost choking me. I could handle it though, but not all the cum. He came and came, I drank and swallowed, wanting every drop. She moved down next to me and I shared. Pulling his cock out she took it and licked it clean, then I shared some of the cum from my tongue with her. Our tongues touched for the first time, with his flavor on them. I couldn't stop. Our hands pulling each other close, our hands entwined in each others hair. Our kiss deep and long. Still between his legs, and her kneeling we tried to keep balance. But I was shaking and wanted her so badly. She pulled me to my knees, but I couldn't balance there. I stood and she stood too, suddenly shy. I touched her hand, and she took mine. We then knelt next to him, her arm wrapping around my waist. We were all crying now. Too moved and touched and shocked by the suddenness to speak. Kenn got a hold of himself first. "Jesus. Did you two plan that?" We shook our heads, still crying. He sat up and pulled us to him, cradling both our heads in his lap, and stroking us. Well, now what happens?"

Chapter 9

Well? Now what Happens?

I was still in shock, but in need too. It was all happening so fast. I took a deep breath. "Now? What happens now? I hope, I hope there is more kissing involved. Sir." Adding a wink, and taking her hand in mine. My hair was still in ponytails, and though I didn't look 18, I felt it. "Oh, so you two want to kiss? Naughty girls. And switching places like that. Glenda, you get up here. She stood, still holding my hand. I started to stand too, but he motioned me to stay at his feet. "You started this didn't you? You are a tease. And a tease needs to be taught a lesson. Get over my knee right now young lady. First though, Amanda, lower her panties. See how wet they are? She is a slutty girl isn't she?" He stopped as I shyly reached up. This was so weird, so bizarre, yet, so erotic too. I slid her panties to the floor, and indeed, they were soaked. I could smell her musk on them, dying to taste her. My hands were shaking as I stripped them from her. I stroked and kissed her legs as I lowered them to the floor. "Hand them here. And now yours. Now young lady. Are yours wet too?" I stood and slipped them off, trying to hide how wet and swollen I was. Glenda kept her eyes glued to my pussy though, reaching out to touch her. He pulled her hand away, slapping it. "Keep those hands to yourself. You are being punished. I know how much you want her. You told me remember. How sexy you think she is, how hard it is for you to keep your hands off her." He smiled at her, a knowing smile. She blushed deeper. I felt bad, yet saw how her nipples were hardening, her legs rubbing against each other. I slowly handed my panties to him too. He felt them. "Yes, what I thought. You are both naughty little girls. Amanda, to your knees again, at my feet. Or am I wrong? Please tell me if I say or do anything that upsets or bothers you Amanda. We love you, but love playing games. I think you do too." I knelt at his feet, kissing his knee, it was my answer. Reaching out he stroked my cheek. "God, you are beautiful, isn't she?" Glenda nodded, biting her lower lip. A tear slipped down her cheek, and another down mine.

 "Over my knee now young lady. You were caught leading her astray, and need a spanking. Don't you? Ask me for it." She shuffled her feet, like a young girl. "Please. I was naughty, and was teasing her. Please, spank me." I wasn't sure where they were headed with this, but was having fun. I stifled a giggle as she lay down over his knee. "Amanda, pull her skirt up, so her bottom is bare. Doesn't she have a cute ass?" She was wiggling on his lap, giggling also. "What's the matter Glenda?" "There seems to be a rock in your lap. Or something very hard. It's digging into my belly."

At that we all cracked up, breaking the facade. But with one swat he hushed her. She took a sharp breath, crying out. Immediately there was a red imprint on her pale ass. "Amanda, you were naughty too, though very, very good. I want you to count each swat. Whisper the count into her ear. Watch how turned on this naughty slut will get, by me spanking her. She is already so wet at the thought of your body under hers. God Glenda, you should see her. She is wiggling, her nipples hard, and her  eyes, sparkling. God. I love you two." And then another swat. 'Two." I whispered directly into her ear, adding a lick to her delicate lobe. Swat... "Three." Swat... "Four... five.... six.... seven.... eight....." I counted each one, adding a kiss or lick, or nibble at each one. She was moaning and wiggling, not able to keep still.

Finally she cried out. "Please sir. Please stop. I am a naughty slut, but please." I saw the worry in his face, and then change to a smile as he realized it was not pain that caused her to stop, but pleasure. She lay there. Her ass pointed up, red with his hand prints. I leaned in and kissed it, stroking it, unable to control my hands, or my breathing. I slipped my hand between her legs, and felt how wet she was. She had soaked the front of his sweats with her juices. I easily slipped a finger within her, her moans arousing me even more. With my other hand I turned her head toward me, and lowered my mouth to hers. Our lips met, and instantly there was fire and sparks. Our tongues twining, my body shuddering at the mere touch of her lips. I thrust my finger into her again, using another on her clit. Soon she was moaning and biting at me, her free hand twisting one of my ponytails and pulling me closer. Suddenly she was shaking, and trembling, and her whole body arched and shuddered as an orgasm rode over her. She pulled away her mouth to cry out. Only his arms holding her on his lap still. She writhed and moaned as my hand teased her into another one, before she even stopped the first. Her body tensing and shaking as she lay there, her ass and hips grinding down on my hand, trying to take it all in. I let her slow down, and drift a bit, still stroking gently, but slipping back to her ass. It was several minutes before she was able to turn over. He helped her slip to the floor next to me. Her arms reaching out to me, our tears flowing as we held each other tight. Petting and murmuring. Touching and loving. Free at last to speak the words we had felt from the first minute. It was several minutes before we were coherent. She kept her arms around me, afraid to let me go. He had stood up at some point and dropped his sweats off. I turned my head and saw him nude. His cock so hard it looked painful. I wanted to taste him again. But I also had an empty pussy that was begging for him. He stood there, watching us, one hand on my head, the other stroking his cock, slowly, teasingly.

"I found that rock you were bothered with Glenda." Again we all cracked up. She swatted at it, but he shielded it with his hand. "See what I have to put up with. My poor man needs a safe home, someplace where he can feel loved. All she does is abuse me. I suffer so." Trying to pout, which sent us into more laughter. Glenda crawled back up onto the couch. "I have an idea. If no one minds." A naughty smile crossing her face. Her pussy inches from me, still dripping her scented honey. I couldn't help it, I buried my face between her legs, my tongue licking deep into her. Unable to stop as I gripped her ass with my hands holding her to my face. I heard her cries as she reacted to my mouth. Her hands grabbing at my hair, and using it to hold me there. She was like the sweetest wine, tasting as luscious as I had dreamed of. She was crying out and wrapping her legs around me, trying to draw me in tighter. I could sense him behind us, and imagined what it must look like. No wonder he had a rock problem. I couldn't help giggling at that, causing her to twitch as it tickled. Then he was kneeling beside me, his hands stroking my back, removing my clothes. I moved and twisted to help him, but kept my tongue and lips attached to her. I nipped at her lips, listening to her. Yes, I had guessed right. A little pain excited her more, like me. Then he was kissing my neck and shoulders, his hands finding my breasts, hanging now that he had removed my bra. He reached under and tweaked them. I cried out, and he pinched harder.

I was wiggling now also. My thighs wet from my pussy. I was dying for him to take me with that rock. But he kept stroking and teasing me, cupping them and pulling at them. "Naughty, naughty girls. To ignore me like this. I need to find him a safe home." He shifted down and started stroking and raking his nails across my ass. I lifted it higher, begging him with it to use it for his home. He slipped down between my legs, spreading them as he sank down. I kept my focus on her though, teasing her with my fingers, letting one slip to tease her tiny hole. Her legs wrapped tighter to hold me close. Her cries growing more intense. Then I felt his hands on my pussy. I arched my ass higher, willing him to take me, now. To fuck me so hard, I begged for it. To make me sore with his loving. And he heard my thoughts. I could feel his cock at my pussy, and then, in one swift thrust, he was buried. I cried out into her as his strength pushed me forward. I could feel my pussy stretching to accept him, he felt so big. Huge. His hands on my ass, using it as leverage. No finesse, just a hard fucking. Over and over. Every thrust forcing me into her pussy. Again I could feel her reactions, her orgasm starting. Her hands gripped me tighter as she started shaking again, her whole body lifting off the couch, my hands holding her to me. I licked and sucked at her clit, and was rewarded with a rush of juices, sweeter then anything I had ever tasted. I moaned as I licked, his thrusting driving me wild. At every thrust he was bringing me closer and closer. Finally I felt his thumb teasing my ass, and that was it. I cried out in pain, in pleasure, in desire as wave after wave tore through me. Her hands held me to her, so my cries were muffled in her thighs. My body was in his control and he rode me harder, suddenly thrusting one last time and filling me completely. His hands dug in as he came, buried within me. His cries not muffled, reaching me and holding me tighter then her hands. His desire and passion, our passion met finally in reality.

Chapter 10

Somehow we ended up in a pile on the floor. His cum leaking down the insides of my legs, my head resting next to her lap. He crawled up beside me till he reached the couch. "God help me. I have died and gone to heaven. How were the funeral girls? Did my brother show up?" Kenn muttered as he lay back. Glenda broke up at that. I guessed the siblings weren't close. She slid down and we all three leaned back against the couch, unable to speak, unable to let go of each other. Each one touching and stroking the one near them, unbelieving what was happening.

She reached around at that point and was rubbing her butt. "You hurt me." Accusing him with an adorable pout. I was laughing so hard now I couldn't breathe, and needed to pee desperately. She climbed up and straddled him, tickling him and rubbing her nipples against him. I slipped away while they argued over who had hurt who. I quickly raced upstairs, not knowing yet where any bathroom downstairs was. Relieving myself, and wiping my pussy off. She was slick with his, and my, juices. A shower. I turned the hot water up and let the stream hit me. Remembering back only a couple hours to when I had stood here alone, wishing for them, and what they had. I lathered up, my body still sensitive from their touches. Rinsing quickly and stepping out to a huge thick towel. All the time my mind running on thoughts of where and what we had started, and where we would head with it.

I sat on the edge of the bed, almost in tears. I was exhausted and confused. I couldn't catch my breath either, and my heart was still racing. I needed to relax, to slow down a bit. I had been so sick, and pushed it tonight. My pussy though kept me thinking. She wanted more. Wanted his fullness again. I smiled slowly as I slipped a satin robe on and went back out. There they were in the sitting room, looking anxious. I instantly felt bad. Glenda rushed up to me, her arms open. I hugged her body close, still naked. It felt good, and warm to be there.

"I thought maybe you two needed time. And I really had to pee. Then, well, somehow I was all sticky and..." letting my voice trail off as I realized how worried they must have been. Kenn laughed. "I told her this was where you had gone." But his voice trailed off as Glenda shook her head, holding my wrist in her hand. "Enough play for now. Her pulse is up and she needs a rest." Always the nurse she was. It was nice though, to have someone who cared enough to watch over me. I smiled shyly.

"If I promise to behave and be a good girl may I stay up a little longer? I am way to wired to sleep right now. Besides. I think I missed the movie. Must have fallen asleep." At that he wrapped his arms around us both, hugging us close. "Yes, and Glenda go get us some fresh popcorn and some fruit juice. And a couple robes. Be quick about it." She swatted at his butt, but he danced away quicker then her. He tripped and landed on the love seat, and again she straddled him. Her body so beautiful. I turned, tears in my eyes. I would make them glad this had happen, not regret it.

Again I slipped out, heading to the kitchen. I could at least make myself useful there. I dug around and found the popcorn and stuck it in the microwave. Then noticed the dishes from dinner. While I waited for it, and them, I decided to do them up. It wasn't till I was finishing the last of them that they finally appeared. I didn't say anything about the time, or the fact they were both obviously fresh from the shower. Hmmmm. I winked at her though, and smiled. She blushed and giggled. Kenn fussed at me for doing up the dishes. But I shushed him with a finger to his lips, which he promptly bit. "Ouch. You never told me he bit!" Turning to her. "Isn't he housebroken yet?" It really felt like we had known and loved each other for years. That our lives had always been together. There was no past that hadn't included them or me. I knew I should feel odd man out, yet it wasn't allowed. Though they wouldn't let me carry the tray of juice, and I had only spilled a little while pouring it. I waited till they both had there hands full and then proceeded to stroke and grab at them through the thick terry robes they had slipped on. They kept protesting that it wasn't fair, but I wouldn't stop. "You two seduced me, took advantage of an innocent woman in distress. You have debauched and corrupted her and now intend on ignoring her?" Again we were all laughing too hard to respond. The screen was blank when we entered. Kenn went to restart it. I fixed up the sofa a bit, finding her panties wedged between the cushions.

"Ooooohhh. Someone lost their panties. Some naughty, naughty girl was here." Waving them, and catching her scent still on them. She kept trying to grab them from me, but I tossed them to Kenn. And then he tossed them back. She sank to her knees in mock despair, pretending to cry. I gave in and sank in front of her, half sitting on her lap. Cradling her head at my chest I cooed and stroked her hair. "Poor baby. We caught you again didn't we? Are we being mean to you? Poor darling Glenda. Kept prisoner here by the mean Master Kenn." He sat on the couch watching us. I could see the look in his eyes, and knew what he was thinking. It was what I was thinking too. I placed my hands on either side of her face, and kissed her deeply. Our tongues thrashing out to taste and explore. Her moans and mine filled my ears. I was dizzy with wanting her. Wanting to taste her again, wanting her body stretched out, wanting her mouth. Suddenly she pushed me back. I fell gently, smiling. She crawled up and straddled me, my arms trapped at my sides. "Mmm. What have we here? A poor neglected soul, debauched and now lonely?" Her nipples stood straight out, I could not take my eyes from them. I licked my lips and smiled. "You forgot hungry and starved?" Pouting again I almost giggled. I heard him laughing. "I bet Glenda has something for you." She leaned down, her breasts hanging just above my head, above my reach. I lunged out for it, but she pulled away. Teasing me as I tried again and again. Finally she didn't move fast enough, and I caught it between my teeth. She yelped, but moaned. Not pulling away at all. In fact holding it up to me, as if offering. I suckled at her, feeling it swell and react to my attentions. Her hips were grinding into me. She wiggled up and then teased me with her pussy. Again bringing it within inches, and pulling away. But my arms were free now. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to my face. She instantly sank, crying out as my entire mouth opened and covered her in it's heat.

Soon she was moaning and gyrating as my tongue wreaked havoc on her. Biting and nipping even as I licked and suckled at her. No finesse, not teasing. I wanted her to cum on me. To cover my face in her juices. To lose control on me. I massaged her ass cheeks and held her tight to me, barely breathing. Her writhing was wilder. Opening my eyes, I could see her hands squeezing and pinching at her tits. Then Kenn was there, suckling on them and coaxing her. “Cum on her baby. Cover her face with those sweet juices baby. Then I will fuck you. Fuck you sore baby. But not till you cum for her. Let her savor you, like I have." Then he went back to teasing and biting at her, gently, but enough to leave little marks. I concentrated on her pussy, its sweetness flowing, her legs tightening as she approached her climax. Suddenly I nipped down and swallowed in her clit. She cried out and started shaking, her thighs tightening on my head. She rode and ground into my face, forgetting where she was, only living for the waves that rode over her and carried her away. Her juices were flowing like water, I was licking deeper into her, trying to capture every drop. My hands gripping her ass so tight, I found out later I too left marks. Over and over she cried out, only quieting as her voice gave out. Moaning and shaking still she pushed her hand between me and her. I smiled and took one last lick. She rolled off, with his help. She lay back, breathing heavy, her body flushed and red.

I rolled up on one elbow. "Now fuck her. You said you would." He smiled. "Gladly.' She tried to protest, but he pushed her down on her tummy, grabbing at her ass and raising it. In one thrust he was buried inside her. She started shaking again, crying out it felt too good. Watching him take her, roughly using her for his need. Seeing her reaction, excited me. My hand slipped down to my pussy, soaked with my own needs. He was so hot and hard it wasn't long before she was begging for more. Harder and faster, he drove into her, ready to explode when she screamed and went stiff, her body in the throes of yet another orgasm. Her reaction caused him to thrust deeper, cumming himself. Buried within her molten pussy he came, over and over he reacted. Filling her with his seed. His groans even covering her weakened cries. Then I too came, lying there beside them. My body exploded at the touch of my hand. I rode the wave as I watched them slowing. A silly look on his face, only matched by a sillier look on hers. I imagined it was on mine too. I managed to crawl over to her, and lay half on her. Breathing heavy, still in the last effects of orgasm. He finally pulled away, with a moan from her. I too hated that, the moment when he pulled out, and you were left alone. But none of us was alone, ever again.