had originally flown to Portland to be with Catie and to provide emotional support as needed and wanted. Of course, I realized that the weekend that we planned together in Chicago and our intimate time together wasn't going to happen. But I certainly hadn't expected this. There was a side to Catie that I had gotten a glimpse of while on the train, saw more fully when I spent the weekend with her in Chicago at the end of the trip (i.e., the inclusion of Jody and the way she "directed" us). I thought that was a "one-off," or maybe a situation where Catie had decided that she was willing to "share me" with a very close friend from time to time to create a more exciting sexual experience and relationship.

But now she was actively "sharing me" with her sister. If Abby had been younger than 18, I wouldn't have gotten involved in this way with Abby or Catie. Yes, Catie might still have allowed Abby to watch us from the stairs without my knowing but the conversation / dialogue would have been completely different and I wouldn't have allowed myself to get drawn into that sort of involvement. From my own personal experience and history, I knew where to draw the line.

Still, there was the question; What had I gotten myself into and did I need to get out?

These weren't top of mind concerns but they were there. And looking back on it, I realize that the sudden change from a "sexual drought" to a "sexual flood" was intoxicating. This wasn't my first threesome. But it was the first one that involved sisters where one was 'experienced' and the other one was still virginal if not a virgin (At the time, I thought she was from what she said and the questions she asked).

Certainly, both of these women were pleasing to my eyes and, so far, I did enjoy pleasing them. I certainly hoped they were pleasured as well. And I could rationalize it at the time in that we were adults, so I largely dismissed the danger and the possible trouble ahead associated with being intimately involved with two sisters of vastly different experience.

Sunday afternoon at the hospital was uneventful. We arrived at the hospital around 2PM. Catie's brothers (and the fiancée) left shortly after 3PM. For all the antics that Catie, Abby, and I had just shared, I thought everything probably looked "normal" and did not hint at the sexual escapades. There weren't any overt sexual innuendos in our shared conversation and our public display of affection between Catie and I was pretty low key. Maybe Abby was a bit closer to the two of us (Catie and I) than might be expected, but I couldn't really be sure of how that looked to the other family members. We said our goodbyes in the context of me returning and seeing them again at Thanksgiving.

As the afternoon wound down towards evening, I offered to take these three women out to dinner at an Italian restaurant that I had frequented over the summer. When we left the hospital, Catie and Abby rode together in one car. Marianne asked me to ride with her.

As I rode with her to the restaurant, we had a short conversation about my situation at home between my (not yet) ex-wife and I. She had a couple of questions which I answered willingly.

"You know that my daughter is quite taken by you?" Marianne said.

"The feeling is mutual. Getting together with her was totally unexpected on my part." Of course, I was talking about Catie but also realized that we could be talking about Abby without her knowing it. She asked if I/we had any immediate plans. I told her that we were taking it day by day and week by week.

"It seems you've unlocked something inside her" and referred to the way she seemed compared to the end of the summer when she was at home visiting. I asked if that was good or bad.

"I don't know," she said. "But we haven't seen her this way, at least not recently. She seems more excited about her life now."

This was random chance and things between us clicked in unexpected ways. "We really enjoy being with each other. It's been difficult to be separated by the distance and our professional lives." She asked if either one of us were planning on moving to do something about that. I replied that we hadn't discussed it, yet.

I told her that I wanted Catie to come to North Carolina to meet my friends and coworkers at a party that I was having before Christmas and that she would meet my son then. Marianne asked if Catie would also meet my ex-wife then. I told her that she probably would but didn't elaborate how that might happen.

With regard to my son: "He's spending Christmas with me this year and I plan to go to DC to see my family then." My ex-wife and I had already worked out the Christmas and Thanksgiving holiday schedule for joint custody. I told her that Catie and I hadn't gotten too far on the planning to meet my family in DC, but I hoped that we could do it during Christmas if we could get everything worked out. I went on to share a bit more about my family as we drove to the restaurant.

I didn't know if she knew just how kinky her oldest daughter was or how much Catie had shared. I kept that to myself. Some of it was getting "way out there," even for me and even dangerous. But if her mother wasn't going to ask me about it, I wasn't going to volunteer it.

We arrived at the restaurant and it was a busy Sunday evening. Some of the staff and management recognized me from the summer and greeted me. We exchanged pleasantries before showing us to a table.

When we were seated, Marianne was across from me, Catie to my left, and Abby to my right. Both Abby and Catie were playing a version of footsie with me under the table in that they were using their feet to rub the back of my calves. I'm pretty sure their mother was unaware of what was going on under the table.

During dinner, my trip back to NC and my early morning flight out of PDX came up. I suggested that I could check-in to a hotel near the airport the next day so that no one had to get up early to take me to the airport on Tuesday morning. Catie probably would have liked the hotel room idea so that the two of us could spend the night together before she saw me off. I just floated the idea in case anyone was willing to take me up on the offer. I was greeted with the response that it was no problem to get me to the airport and that I should stay at the house. During dinner, the conversation bounced around a lot including a discussion about Catie and Abby's dad and what things looked like for the near future. There was a hope that he would be released to rehab and maybe be home about Thanksgiving. Or maybe rehab at home. But there was still uncertainty about that. About an hour later, we gathered ourselves and I paid the check. I told the restaurant staff that I hoped to see them again in the near future.

As I rode back to the house with Marianne, she asked if I checked into a hotel, would I expect Catie to spend the night with me. I told her that wasn't my expectation and that I'd let Catie decide that (with her mom's knowledge, of course). Clearly, Catie's mom was considering the offer.

"Do you love my daughter?"

I didn't hesitate to give an answer or really even give any thought to what to Say. It was a very short pause before I said "Yes, I believe I do."

I told her that "I think about her all the time. I look forward to hearing her voice and us talking at the end of the day. I miss her when we're apart, always anticipating the next time we talk and the next chance we get to be together. And when we're together, we really enjoy our time together." My long distance bill backed that up.

"She's told us the same things about her feelings for you," Marianne said. I knew it was early in the relationship and so many things could change.

Another quiet period of maybe a minute.

"Maybe it's just the sex," she said. I thought that we'd eventually to this point. Implicit in this statement was an acknowledgement that Catie and I were sexually involved. At our ages, I figured that was a given.

"It could be," I said in response. I had no idea what Catie has shared with her mom. I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts.

"Can I tell you something about that?" referring to her "sex" comment. I paused to give her a chance to tell me yes or no. "Yes," she said.

"I know you're her mother and that she's your daughter and this feels a little weird for me to tell you. But, we're not children anymore. We know what this is about even though we don't know if it's going to last. The sex is wonderful..., incredible..., some of the best I've ever had." I paused a moment, Again, I didn't know what Catie had told her mom and I would answer any question she had honestly.

"Maybe it is the sex," I said. "But I think it's more than just that."

"We just want her to be happy and we don't want her to get hurt," Marianne said to me.

"So do I."

It was reminiscent of a statement my former father-in-law said to me when he sensed that something was going wrong between his daughter (my soon to be ex-wife) and me just before she revealed her affair to me and to them. I can guess the various reasons he thought that whatever was wrong had to be my doing. He was incredibly shocked to find out that it was daughter that was having an affair and not me.

We arrived at the house a couple minutes later. I told Marianne that there was another load of laundry to complete and I got it started on it. Marianne told me which bedroom I could use now that her boys had left.

"I can stay down here if you want."

"No, it's okay. Go ahead and move your stuff upstairs."

I took my suitcase upstairs to the bedroom she wanted me to use and then came back downstairs.

Abby and Catie arrived several minutes later. "We stopped to get gas." Oregon was one of the few states where you couldn't pump your own gasoline.

The four of us sat downstairs and watched Sunday night television. I got up a couple of times to finish the laundry. Catie followed me one of those times.

"Your mom had me move upstairs tonight."

"That's good."

"Should I plan on a late night visit?" I asked.

She reached for my crotch and cradled my balls.

"No, I want you to get your rest and to fill those up overnight. I have plans for you tomorrow," Catie said. Now, that was something to think about. I hadn't expected any sex during this trip and the time she and I spent was wonderful. The inclusion of Abby was completely unexpected.

After watching TV for a while, Marianne told us "goodnight" and went upstairs. Catie, Abby, and I remained downstairs. No sexual conversations tonight. At around 11PM, Catie and Abby went upstairs. Abby was going back to school the next morning. After watching the late news, I went upstairs to the bedroom I was now assigned. Reaching the top of the stairs, the lights were on in both Abby's and Catie's rooms from the light visible under the closed doors.

I went into the back bedroom half expecting that maybe one or both of them were waiting for me. Neither of them were. I quietly closed the door, stripped out of my clothes, and crawled into bed. Occasionally, I thought I could hear Abby and Catie down the hallway and around the corner. I eventually drifted off to sleep. Except for waking as I turned over in the bed, I slept well and alone.

I didn't set an alarm clock for the morning but I knew that the household was stirring. I could hear someone in the shower in the bathroom around the corner. I closed my eyes and drifted back into a shallow sleep. A few minutes later, I was aware of someone opening the door and entering the bedroom, pulling at the covers to join me. She was wearing a towel as she came up to the bed in the dim light. I could still hear the shower running in the bathroom. The towel fell to the floor and she crawled into bed with me, snuggling up beside me, her head laying on my shoulder.

I laid there for a moment while wrapping my right arm around her and gave her a gentle kiss. Her hand floated down my abdomen to my morning erection. She grasped my erect cock gently and then continued down the length of the shaft to coddle my balls.

"What an unexpected surprise," I said.

"I hope you filled these overnight," she said referring to my balls.

"I told your sister I would do my best. Where is she, by the way?"

"She'll be here in just a minute."

Several minutes later, the shower cut off, the door to the bedroom opened again, and another figure appeared, closed the door and glided through the dark room. She dropped her towel that was covering her and got in the bed on the other side of me, sort of half beside me and half over top of me. She leaned over to give me a passionate kiss. Her left hand glided down my stomach where she, too, encountered my erection and the hand that was cupped over my balls.

"You're 'up' early," she said, referring to my erection.

"He was already hard when I got here and got in bed with him."

"He usually is, first thing in the morning," Catie said.

And so my morning began, with Abby joining me first in bed and then Catie. I had one in each arm as they gently stroked me. I became aware that I was already starting to produce a continuous trickle of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. It was obvious that this was part of some plan on their part. I remember wondering if they showered together before joining me. But that was a question I didn't ask.

"What are our plans?" I asked.

"Abby's got to go to school. You and I are going to the hospital this morning while mom stays here to take care of a few things. We'll stay until the afternoon. Mom will come to the hospital this afternoon and we can leave. Abby will go to the hospital after school. We're on our own for dinner because Mom's got a board meeting to go to tonight and she'll go to it after leaving the hospital."

"Sounds like a plan." It wasn't the plan I was really asking about because I was in bed with two naked sisters first thing in the morning and they were stroking my cock and balls. It was something they obviously planned.

We laid there in bed this way for about 10 more minutes more until Abby got up to get dressed. We watched as she got up, picked up her towel and walked out the door. I quietly commented to Catie that, like her, Abby had a sweet looking ass. Quite a family "ass"-et.

"I bet you were surprised," Catie said after Abby left.

"I am and I was."

Catie pulled herself more over my left side now that it was just her and I.

"You make a good teacher," Catie said.

"You're the teacher. I'm just the teaching instrument and maybe the assistant," I said.

"So, what are you two planning?" I asked.

"Well, we haven't worked it all out, yet. But you'll enjoy it. It'll include enemas."

Abby came back into the bedroom a few minutes later carrying her clothes. We got to watch her dress though I really thought it was a show for me. She stepped into a pair of dark bikini panties and put on a bra with a front snap closure. I watched as she slipped on some panty hose. She put on a blouse and pair of pants. She come up to the head of the bed where Catie and I were watching. She gave me a kiss and told.me/us that she was going downstairs to get some breakfast and to go to school in case we didn't come downstairs before she left.

Before Abby left she told her sister not to get tempted. She wanted to be sure that my "balls were full" when she finally got home.

I tried to get Catie to tell me more or give me some idea of their plans for me after Abby left. She repeated that the two of them hadn't worked it all out. I asked her what they had worked out and all she could do was assure me that enemas were on the menu.

"You're going to get an enema. She's interested in seeing you get an enema. She might even give it to you," Catie said.

"She thinks they're gross and weird?"

"She still might." Then she told me that she had encouraged Abby to give her an enema after they went upstairs. During the enema she described the sensations of what she feels to Abby when we are sharing enemas.

"What did she think about it?"

"The poop release is still a hang-up."

"Not surprising."

"But she admitted that it all felt pretty good."

"What?"

"I gave her an enema. After she gave me one, I asked her if she wanted to feel how good it could feel. She said yes."

She went on to describe what they did.

"You went down on your sister? Was she freaked?"

"A little. I told her to remember what it felt like to have your lips at her pussy. The difference is I knew how it felt to be on the receiving end. She really liked the way it felt to cum on your mouth and the way it went on and on and on."

Catie had also told Abby how much she liked to feel me inside her while she was being filled and/or holding an enema and some of the fun we had when we were both filled. She also told her quite a bit on anal sex. As I listened to what the two of them did and shared, the erotic nature of her description was making both of us quite horny.

"You didn't tell her about Jody, you, and I, did you?"

"No, we didn't talk about that."

I don't remember precisely when it dawned on me where this was really heading. The signs were always there. From that conversation the first night, I guessed that Abby was (still) a virgin because she had asked us what it was like for us to "lose" our virginity. I had told her that (in most cases) you don't lose it, you surrender it to someone. Hopefully, to someone you care about and who cares about you. As both Catie and I both shared our first experiences with her, Catie went further and shared what it was like to surrender both her vaginal and anal virginity.

And where this looked like it was was heading was Abby, with Catie's help, was going to surrender her virginity to me.