It was about 6:00 AM and it was still dark outside when I awoke. It was cloudy, cold and windy. I knew that there were things to be started in a couple of hours to prepare for the Thanksgiving meal that would take place late in the afternoon.

Abby was still asleep beside me. I was on my back towards the center of the bed. Abby was to my left, her head on my shoulder and her left arm draped across me. Looking toward her had me look to the mirror. In the reflection, I could see those sweet ass cheeks that I had filled just a few hours before. I hadn't gotten much sleep, but I apparently slept soundly because I didn't remember awaking at all after Abby and I fell asleep together. I wondered how Catie was doing and if she was even awake.

I didn't need to jump up and go to the bathroom right away to empty my bladder like I suspected I might after the enema. That was a good thing. I was laying there with my morning erection, even though I had cum multiple times up to a few hours before now. Well, that's what we (young) males do, I guess. We wake up hard and erect ready for another day.

I listened to Abby's breathing and to my own heart beat. I would need to get out of Abby's room sometime soon and be in the room I was supposed to be in with Catie but that need wasn't immediate.

Abby's breathing was changing and she began to stir. Whether it was a dream or she was awakening was difficult to determine at first. I was laying there awaiting what would cum next. I didn't have to wait long. Abby awoke and realized that I was still there with her.

"Mmmm, good morning," she cooed with a smile on her face.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Mmmm...well fucked," she whispered. Her hand glided over my abdomen and reached my morning erection. "But I could use some more."

She started to get up while saying "I've got to clean you up so I can have you in me again."

"I've already done that."

"When?"

"When I went to the bathroom after cumming in your ass."

She slipped back into bed next to me, grasped me, and told me "Cum here."

I rolled on top of her as she guided me between her legs. This was the foreplay as I slowly entered Abby. It didn't take long to get into her. And although it had its vigorous moments it was a mostly slow and tender session as a "good morning fuck."

Right after cumming inside her again, we rolled over and she was on top of me again. We both worked to keep me inside her (which was successful) and we continued to a second session. Again, it was slow and quiet as I got to watch Abby have all these little orgasms. As I got close to cumming I had her sit straight up on me and I sucked on her breasts. I turned her attention to the reflection in the mirror to watch as I laid back had my second orgasm into her since we awoke. While I was cumming inside her, she was triggered into another orgasm.

After we were both finished she laid down on me. I played with her hair and told her she had some new "firsts." She asked what they were.

First time for a guy to spend the night in bed with her

First time to wake up with a guy in 'her bed' with her (hopefully, someone you like and want to be in bed with you).

First time to start the day with one or more lovemaking sessions and "loads of cum inside you."

"Something else to tell your girlfriends about."

I told her that these moments of intimacy between the sexual acts were always some of my favorite moments. Cumming is great, but the closeness associated with it was the thing I liked most.

After about 20 minutes of laying there together we heard the water running in the bathroom on the other side of the wall in the master bedroom indicating that Marianne was up. I finally said "Your mom is up. I think I'd better get out of here before your mom finds us here together."

I gave her a kiss, I got up and gave her one last kiss, picked up my clothes and slipped out of her room naked and back into Catie's room. Catie was already awake waiting for me.

"Hi, lover. 'Cum' here often?" Catie asked.

"As often as I can!"

"I wasn't sure whether you'd come back to me last night or spend the night with Abby."

"You told me not to hold back and I thought that would include spending the whole night to wake up with me in her bed."

"It's okay. I'm glad you did. Did you have a good time with each other?"

"I know I did. I hope she did, too," I said.

"Did you have sex this morning?

"Yes. We could hear your mom was up. We literally just finished before I came in here."

"I can see!"

She could see my cock was still wet from my semen and Abby's vaginal secretions.

Catie flipped back the sheets and told me to get in her because she had been thinking about me all night and was "horny as FUCK!."

I went from being mostly erect to very definitely erect in a matter of seconds. I slid in between her legs, lined up, and pushed into Catie's vagina in one stroke. The deviance of having just cum in her sister and then penetration into her was the sort of thing that appealed to her. It wasn't the traditional "sloppy seconds" that guys sometimes reference. It was close enough, however.

She was VERY HORNY. I guess that laying there imagining what was happening in the next room was quite an experience for her. Catie had an orgasm almost immediately after making contact with my cock. Where my sexual interlude with Abby this morning was quite gentle, Catie was wild and intense. Not particularly loud but she wanted to be fucked hard! I obliged her.

Marianne came walking down the hall and knocked on Abby's door.

"Abby, time to get up, sweetie."

We could hear her reply OK to her mom.

Marianne knocked on Catie's door.

"Gary, Catie. Time to get up!"

I replied, just to let her know which bedroom I was in.

"I've already gotten up!"

Catie burst into laughter quickly covering her mouth. I wasn't sure, but Abby may have heard my response and laughed, too.

"Okay," Marianne replied. "See you downstairs. "

"At least she didn't ask me what I'd gotten up to."

I resumed fucking Catie, telling her all about the things I did with Abby.

A few minutes later there was another knock on the door.

"Sis, I'm going to get in the shower."

"Okay, we'll be there in a few minutes!" Catie could barely get the words out.

As I finally reached my own orgasm, I told her that I'd saved some 'cream' for her. As my final spurts flowed into Catie, she wrapped her arms around me and brought me down on top of her.

She stroked my back (which she had scratched without me noticing at the time) and my hair as my breathing and heart rate slowed.

A few minutes later I noted that two of the three women in the household had been "properly fucked."

"I wonder if my mom would like a piece of the action."

"I have my own personal baster to get her oven hot. It's inside you at the moment, though."

It was quiet for just a moment.

"We could ask," Catie said. "Imagine what that would be like. Talk about 'mommy-daughter' action," referencing a previous conversation about my experiences with multiple simultaneous sex partners that included a daughter and her mother.

"Catie, I was just kidding." I wasn't sure she was. I could imagine her asking her mom if she'd like to fuck me while the turkey was cooking in the oven. Maybe all of us participating.

We laid there quietly for a few more minutes.

"You know I love you?" she said.

"I do know that. And I love you, too."

"Let's get in the shower."

As I prepared to leave, Catie asked if I was going to wear anything.

"Why? Everyone in this house has already seen me naked. I assume you've been seen naked, too."

We strolled out of her bedroom naked and headed to the bathroom. At that moment the bathroom door opened and out came Abby, She had a towel wrapped around her. But when she saw us coming towards her, she undid the towel and let it unwrap so that she was naked, too. Catie was on my left and Abby passed to me right.

"Thanks, Sis!" Abby said as we passed and then, with her right hand, slapped my right buttock as she passed. I jumped and turned and Abby gave me a smile and a wink and then continued on towards her room.

"These women have such nice asses" I thought. I continued into the bathroom with Catie. Catie turned on the water and we got in. It turned into a very sensuous and erotic shower as we washed each other and intertwined under the showerhead. Even after we turned off the water, we stayed in the shower in a close embrace. We finally stepped out, dried each other off, and walked back to Catie's room. We got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen where Marianne was already working on preparation for the Thanksgiving dinner.

We had a light breakfast and then we "got to work." I was given the job of doing the light dusting of the furniture and vacuuming. I pulled Catie aside and asked how that might be received if I did it naked like at home.

"I know at least two people who would find that entertaining and to their liking."

"Would that include your mom?"

"Probably not. But who knows, she might come around, too?" Catie winked and walked off. The rest of the morning was a combination of various tasks and then just waiting. Around noontime, Catie's oldest brother and his fiancée arrived. Shortly after that, Catie's youngest brother arrived. There was all the family interaction associated with getting together on a special holiday. It was time to go retrieve their father from rehab and a small group went to the rehab facility. I stayed at the house.

By 2:30 PM everyone who was coming to dinner had arrived. Catie's dad had been brought from the rehab facility. He was doing remarkably well. A slight slurring of his speech and loss of equilibrium and fine motor control were the most obvious signs. But he seemed to have made progress since I saw him there just a couple of days ago. This was a happy family compared to a little over a month earlier.

I was surprised that I was asked to give the Thanksgiving blessing but I mentioned friends, family, friendship, companionship, and love. Late in the dinner, Marianne asked where my family was on Thanksgiving. I told them where my son, mom, and dad probably were. I wasn't sure about where my brother was hanging out for Thanksgiving.

"So, your mom and your dad never remarried?" It seemed we had covered this before.

"No, neither one. A couple of long term relationships but neither decided to marry again, yet." My brother was also in the middle of a separation and divorce.

"How about you?" It was the younger brother's girlfriend who asked the question. Then there was that awkward moment when everyone realizes that probably shouldn't have been asked.

I looked at her and said "Yes, I can see myself married again. My experience with my wife doesn't preclude getting married again to someone I care about and who cares about me." I was really thinking about Catie as I said that. Yet, there was sense for me, in the moment, not to forget about Abby.

It was really nice to be involved with a loving and caring family again. I felt like that had ripped away from me when my wife revealed her affair and then her subsequent departure from our home. Holidays, particularly family holidays, seemed more difficult because of the emptiness of suddenly losing the family interaction.

There were all the mainstays of a traditional Thanksgiving dinner and even after all the consumption of food, there wasn't a rush away from the dining room table. I enjoyed the conversation. I was particularly heartened by the change in mood of these family members that I really only just met and under much more difficult conditions. I was glad for all of them that the father and husband they knew seemed to be on the mend. The progress seemed so slow in the first weeks.

There was the clearing of dishes, putting away of leftovers, and loading and staging the dishwasher for at least two loads. Most of us retired to the living room to watch the end of the professional football games (or doze off in a tryptophan stupor). I was curled up against Catie on the couch that I had slept on during my initial visit. Abby would come sit down beside us and occasionally lean up against me. Although she was "behaving herself" when next to me, I wondered (worried) what this might look like to the others in the room. It wasn't like there was inappropriate intimacy being displayed. In fact, the way Catie held me was appropriate to what people would have expected from us. The fact that Abby would lean up against me at times was just a bit different.

Even though I had worked in the Pacific time zone all summer, one of the things that I never really adapted to was the difference in time for various live television programming. It was even more dramatic when I was in Hawaii. Here, football games started early and finished early. The remainder of the evening was uneventful.

Catie and I said our goodnights to everyone and went upstairs to Catie's room. We both sat down and wrote in our journals, comparing notes and recounting the day and the previous night. Writing about such erotic experiences had us want to culminate the day in our personal sexual interlude. We quietly made slow and passionate love with each other until we were both sated and then drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

We awoke Friday morning to another cold and windy day in Portland. It was Black Friday. Now, I've never really been a big fan of the whole Black Friday sales day with all the crowds. I know that some people are. Catie's brothers and significant others were out of the house early to go shopping in the Portland area. That left Catie and Abby's mom and dad as well as Catie, Abby, and I at the house. We had a very simple and light breakfast after the big meal on Thursday. There were all manner of leftovers for lunch and dinner. It was during this Friday morning when Catie sat down with me to talk about her thoughts about Christmas.

As much as she wanted to go with me to visit my family at Christmas, she thought it might be a good idea for her to come back to Portland at Christmas. Her dad would be out of rehab and she thought it might be a good thing for her to be here this Christmas. She told me that we could schedule a trip to DC at a later date, maybe associated with one of my business trips into the area. I didn't disagree with her because family is important. My family structure certainly wasn't as coherent as hers was and, after giving it some thought, I agreed with her.

Marianne was going to take Catie's dad out for a while that afternoon just to give him a less confined environment. That was going to leave Catie, Abby, and I at the house alone once again until their brothers returned from shopping. Abby was going over to her friends house mid-afternoon. Theoretically, that meant Catie and I might have some time alone. However, changing our Christmas plans also meant some different logistics around Christmas presents and Catie decided that she wanted to go out with her mom and dad so that she could get me a Christmas present that I could take home with me and open on Christmas Day when I was in DC.

As she was getting ready to leave, I went upstairs to talk with her in her room.

"You know that this means I'll be in the house alone with Abby."

"I know," she said.

"What do you want me to do if she approaches me for more sex?"

"Enjoy yourself. You have my permission. Just remember that other people may be returning and you might not want to be caught with your pants down, lover boy. And if you feel like you don't want to do it, tell her 'Maybe later' and ask her to understand."

I came back downstairs with her. A few minutes later, she and I, along with her mom, were helping her dad into the front seat of the car. After he was buckled in and the door was closed, I gave Catie and hug and a kiss and then watched them drive off.

I stayed downstairs when I came back into the house. There was some college football game on television that I turned on to watch. A few minutes later Abby called down to me and asked me to come upstairs. When I got to the top of the stairs and to her room she asked me if we were the only ones in the house.

"For the moment," I told her.

"Good! I have a favor to ask you?"

"Okay, what is it?"

"I don't want anything long and elaborate. Can we do a 'quickie?' I just want you to give me a quick fill before I leave."

She had me sit down on the end of her bed. She flipped her skirt up and she wasn't wearing any underwear. Catie had told me to enjoy myself. And so I let her take my pants and underwear off and then she pushed me down onto her bed and quickly inserted me and used her weight to take me into her. She was getting easier to get into and she masterfully rode me to a relatively quick orgasm in about 11 minutes.

She hopped off of me as soon as I was really done, told me "thank you," and that's what she needed. I got up and put my underwear and pants back on and left her room. Although orgasms are always welcome, the quick nature of it was not quite "enough." But she sent me on my way.

A few minutes later she came down the stairs. I heard a horn blow, looked out the window and recognized Stephanie.

"I'll see you later tonight," Abby said as she went out the door and got into Stephanie's car.

I had the house to myself and I laid down on the couch to watch whatever game happened to be on. It didn't take me long to doze off.

I awoke around 3:30 to the sounds of people coming into the house, talking about something. But these were people who belonged here.

"Everyone left you?"

"Yes," I said and enumerated where everyone went (to my knowledge). I commented that I got a short nap out of it. It was getting dark when Catie and her mom and dad returned. They came in with several bags (some of which Catie wouldn't let me see).

We had a dinner of leftovers. Nothing really formal, just the food put out for people to create a meal that included turkey, potatoes, gravy, and cranberry sauce. We sat around the dining room table or in the living room eating the meal of our creation. Catie eventually got me to a place where she could ask the question "what happened?"

I told her what had happened. There wasn't much to tell because there was nothing intricate about what Abby wanted. It felt like it took longer to tell Catie than the actual sex act itself, though I knew that wasn't the case. We were back with the rest of the family in relatively short order and were discussing all sorts of things.

Abby came home around 9:30 and joined in the family activities for about 30 minutes. I told everyone good night and that I was going to bed. I went upstairs to Catie's room. I was laying in the bed dozing off while waiting for Catie. The door opened and Abby came into the room and she sat down on the bed next to me.

"I wish you would sleep with me again tonight."

I told her that it wasn't a good idea now that the house was full of family. She protested that she was an adult now.. I responded to her "being an adult" by once again pointing out that she was living in her parent's home even if it was where she called home, too. I gave her a kiss and told her goodnight.

Catie came to bed sometime later and I was already asleep when she slipped in on top of me.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Just after midnight. We were talking downstairs."

"Who?"

"My mom, brothers and I. We were talking about plans to take care of my dad after he comes home in December."

She didn't specify what was going to happen and she cuddled up to me to be close. I didn't perceive that she wanted sex, just to be close (to me). She fell asleep in my arms and I drifted back to sleep. I awoke about sunrise on Saturday morning and it was another cold and cloudy day. I wondered in my journal if it was ever going to warm up while we were in Portland.

I was awake for a while before I was aware that any else was up. It was probably about 8 AM when I realized that I wasn't the only one awake. I got up, put on some sweats and went to the bathroom before going downstairs. Catie was still asleep.

I sat downstairs with those who were up. I fixed a cup of hot tea with cream and sugar. We had no special plans for the day. It was just going to be the Thanksgiving Saturday with the array of football games on the TV schedule. I wanted to go shopping for several gifts to leave behind for Christmas. I already had an idea of what to send the family for Christmas from NC. The gifts I wanted to purchase were for Abby and for Catie.

I had some ideas of what I planned to purchase and it was a matter of getting to the correct places to purchase them. And while Catie and or Abby could drive me to those stores, I really wanted my gifts to be a surprise for each of them. I made a request to borrow a car for the afternoon so I could go shopping alone.

I took a cup of hot tea back upstairs with me to give to or share with Catie if she was awake. She was awake and I peeled off my sweat clothes and got back in bed with her. She was glad to have me back in bed with her. I told her that I planned to go out for the afternoon to do some Christmas shopping. We nuzzled together in bed to enjoy our morning together. We didn't stay in bed long, just long enough.

I left shortly after noon to go on my Christmas hunt and I found what I was looking for. I had the presents wrapped and brought them back to the house. I certainly hoped that they would be pleased when they unwrapped them on Christmas morning. I regretted that I wouldn't be here to see their reaction and to see them model what I purchased for each of them, but I figured that I'd get to see sometime after Christmas.

It was starting to dawn on me that it would be nearly two months before Catie and I would get to see each other again after we would get off the train in Chicago. Waiting until the end of January to meet up in Denver now seemed like such a long time. No, we would have to meet up after Christmas.

I suggested that Catie and I go out for dinner together for just a little intimate "us" time alone without the competition of family. I was still concerned with the way things had developed within this love triangle of Abby, Catie, and I. But I had the same kind of sensation when I left Chicago the first time after the weekend with Catie, Jody, and I and that triangle. It still felt more dangerous because I was involved with sisters this time and not "just friends." I had not expected Catie's libertine tendencies nor would I have guessed it. It certainly wasn't boring and it was the most exciting sexual activity that I had experienced in quite some time (if not in all my life).

Abby was going over to Stephanie's house as we prepared to leave. Stephanie pulled into the driveway and we all went out the door into the cold air. Abby asked if we would be able to pick her up later and we told her to give us a call and we'd come over.

We went to this place that Catie knew. It was nice to get dressed up and go out on a date together. We started laying out plans to see each other after Christmas.

"Maybe you can fly to Raleigh on New Year's Eve and if you're not in the mood to be at a party, we can have our own party in my bed to end one year and start the new one together with champagne enemas " Afterwards she could fly home to Chicago. She liked the sound of that. And although we weren't thinking more than a few months ahead, our time together was becoming ever more meaningful and intimate.

Our conversation turned to our departure from Portland and return to Chicago on the train and two days of anal sex and enemas (according to our previously considered plan). As we ate our dessert crepes, I wondered if anyone had been able to hear our conversation. We were pretty quiet in our discussion and it might have given some one quite a thrill to listen to. Life was sweet!