I remember feeling myself getting hard at the thought of what I might find on the other side of the door. And the thought "what if she isn't here."

Carol answered me when I announced my entrance.

It was warm in the room and she had the lights on. I set my suitcase down and took a look at her. She was propped up with pillows against the headboard of the nearest of the two queen sized beds. She was sitting upright, her legs drawn up, knees bent, and spread.

She was wearing white stockings, crotchless panties, and a white, low cut corset.

"I've been waiting for you," Carol said.

"I can see."

"I went home and got some things so I could stay with you tonight. I bet you had a hard day."

"You could say that," I replied. "Though, I've really turned most of the work over to Catie's brothers." I briefly recounted my day to her. I told her about the gifts that Catie had gotten for me that her brothers delivered.

"That must have been weird for you." she said. It was. "Let's see if we can make your day better," Carol said and she slid over next to me and started taking my clothes off me. She had me stand up so that she could remove my pants and underwear and as she did, my penis stood out at attention. "Catie and your pictures weren't lying" she said as she released me from my confinement. We didn't delay much in getting back on the bed. Actually, I had her get back on the bed while I went into the bathroom and got a generous handful of toilet paper rolled about me fingers. I placed it on the table between the two beds and then got on my hands and knees in front of her as she reclined against the pillows and the headboard.

I started with her face and her lips and worked my way down her body until I was approaching her crotchless panties. There, carefully placed, was the retrieval string of a tampon. She had warned me that this was the situation I'd find by waiting a week. Still, this was a situation I had dealt with before as I deftly brought my mouth and tongue to bear and began tracing around the folds of her pubic area. I carefully retrieved the string with my tongue and my teeth and was ready to slowly pull her tampon out of her.

Since this tampon had a loop string, I could hook it with the my upper and lower incisors. I reached over and picked up the toilet paper that I put on the table and put it in front of me between her legs. I began pulling on the string with my teeth and pulling the tampon out. There was some, but not a lot of, "resistance" as it slid out of her. I placed the toilet paper in my hands to catch the tampon when it dropped out of Carol. When it fell out of her and dropped into the toilet paper it contained a substantial amount of menstrual blood but wasn't saturated. I wrapped the tampon and placed it on the bedside table.

"You've obviously done this before," Carol said.

"Mmm, hmm," I acknowledged, now heading back into her pussy with my lips and my tongue. I knew from my experience that not all and maybe not many women feel all that "sexy" while having their menstrual period (afterwards all bets might be off. During, not so much). But the presence of a little menstrual blood had never been an issue for me, so if she was okay with it, so was I. I mention this only because it seemed that Carol needed to warm up to this. Over a the next few minutes she did warm up to my gentle (and not so gentle) plying of my tongue to her pussy. There was the slight metallic taste that I associate with blood and it wasn't overwhelming compared to the flavor of the other juices she was secreting.

Where she really came alive was me getting on my back and having her flip around to sit on my face and take my cock into her mouth. At first she started sucking me "from above" in that she lifted my cock off my abdomen and took me into her mouth. It was an unusual sensation in that she was able to take my whole length into her mouth if she flattened herself against me and tilted her head back. Whereas Catie had difficulty getting past the gag reflex, Carol had no apparent problems and I realized that she had the head of my cock in the top of her esophagus. I knew only a couple of women who were that accomplished.

In this position, Carol was getting treated by the underside and tip of my tongue while I was getting an interesting workout on the head of my penis in Carol's warm mouth. Almost abruptly, I began to feel that buildup to an orgasm. From this position, there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was like a runaway freight train that I couldn't stop or even slow down.

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy and said "Carol, you're going to make me cum. "

She acknowledged with a "Hmmmm." And if it was possible, she took me even deeper down her throat and her fingers tightened around my balls as she kneaded them.

"OH, GOD! Carol, you're going to make me cum!" She didn't let up.

She was going to take me right over the edge. My heart was racing and I was breathing hard as she brought me closer and closer. With a deep breath, I plunged my face into her pussy and probed her as deeply as I could with my tongue. With my arms wrapped around her hips, I pulled her even tighter to my mouth and my tongue. She started quivering but didn't let up. I felt myself go past the point of no return and knew that all I could do was enjoy the sensation as each spurt of sperm left my cock to find its way down her throat. I wasn't sure how she was breathing because I felt like I was barely breathing. I tilted my head back a little to let a little air in through my nostrils and took in the close range sight of her cute ass visible through the opening in her crotchless panties. I expected to be entering her ass later.

I continued to swirl my tongue around her pussy as each contraction emptied that first load of cum from my balls. She held me in her mouth and throat as it took about a minute for that last big contraction to push out just a little more cum and then another minute or so as I began to soften. She let me slide out of her mouth.

She sat upright on my face and ground down on it a bit. I took that as a cue to continue my mouth and tongue action and she had another wave of orgasms. As the waves subsided, she swung herself off of me and, on all fours, turned to face me.

"That was good! You liked that," she said. It was more statement than question.

"That was great!" I replied. She looked at me and said "You're a mess, let me clean you up." She got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard water running in the sink and then a few moments later she came out with a wet wash cloth to wipe around my mouth. Some small amount of blood was visible on the white wash cloth as she took it away from my face. She put the wash cloth on the table between the beds and the laid down beside me, propped up on her right arm, her left hand down on my soft and still leaking cock. She commented about me eating her pussy during her period. It was a first for her. She asked me if I did that with Catie.

"No, the timing never worked out. But she watched me do it in one of our threesomes, so she knew that it was something that I'd do. If she was still here, she would have been directing our action. She seemed to like being the director of this type of action" I said. It felt weird saying it that way to Carol.

"Trust me. She would have loved it," Carol said. Carol continued to gently rub me and I was getting hard again. We moved on to kissing and as I got fully erect she started to straddle me. I stopped her for a moment so that I could remove her panties. Even if they were crotchless, This gave more cumplete access.

She straddled me, positioned me, and then slid down on my cock in a smooth stroke. She shuddered as she bottomed out and let out a low loan. She was warm and wet and it was good to be inside her even if I wanted it to be under different circumstances. I let Carol control the pace initially. As she got into a rhythm, I began to unsnap her corset to release her breasts even though they sort of peeked over the edge of the push-up bra area of the corset.

They weren't large. But they were a nice shape. I raised up and she leaned down to allow me to take them into my mouth. As I sucked them, I gradually increased the suction on her nipples and areolas. She had me back off how hard I was sucking on them because her breasts and nipples were tender. I found the happy medium for her breasts and watched her cum multiple times above me. I eventually removed her corset so that there maximum skin-on-skin contact. As I got closer to cumming, I let Carol know that she was bringing me closer to my next orgasm. I went over that edge rather than riding along it for a long time and filled her pussy with as much semen as I had to release. As I finished cumming, she started to roll off of me. I asked her to stay on top and let me stay inside her unless she really needed to get off of me. She laid down on top of me and I gently stroked her body and her hair.

We laid there quietly for a few minutes. I gradually softened but was still held tightly inside her. I told her what I wanted her to do as I slid out of her.

I think I remember her exact words were "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Haven't you ever had a guy clean you out after cumming in you?" I asked.

"NO!" Carol said in a rather put out way.

"Well, it will be more firsts. First guy to clean you after cumming in you and the first guy to clean you after cumming in you during your period," I said.

I eventually started to slide out of Carol and she raised herself and I slid my body down so that she could settle down on my mouth. A mixture of my cum and her blood drained out of her vagina and to my mouth. My tongue swirled around as deeply as it could reach. From this position, I could look up at her abdomen, chest, and face, watching her close her eyes as she felt my tongue probing her. Reaching up, I took each of her nipples between my forefingers and thumbs and gently squeezed and twisted her nipples between them. That's all it took to send her over the edge as she relaxed and released her next orgasm.

She eventually got up off my face. Looking down at me she said "You're such a mess!" She grabbed the wash cloth that was laying on the night stand, took it to the bathroom. After hearing running water, she came back and wiped my face and my balls and cock to wipe up the blood and cum before it dried. She went back into the bathroom for a couple of minutes before returning and joining me in bed.

She cuddled up beside me under the covers. We were quiet for a few minutes lost in our own thoughts and that afterglow from orgasms. It was Carol who brought up the question about it feeling weird to be fucking me and asking me if it felt as strange as it did for her "after the death of our friend," as she put it. I pointed out she was more than just a friend to both of us, she was a lover to both of us and, I added, she was going to be the mother of my children.

We laid there and talked about being "shared lovers" posthumously. Carol asked if she knew any of our (Catie and I) shared lovers. I told her she knew a few of them but when she wanted to know who they were, I declined to tell her. She asked if Catie and I slept with other people while either Catie or I weren't present. I told her that we had started that with me sleeping with women Catie selected ("You're one of them") and she had recently taken up her sleeping with men separately. Carol found this quite curious. I told her that it was so new to me that I didn't know how it would play out over the long term. I told her that the key had been that we felt we were bound to each other, that we belonged to each other, and that we'd return to each other as our primary relationship.

I had come to the realization that this was the difference with the affair my first wife had and the relationship that Catie and I had. My first wife intended to leave the relationship and she chose that path to exit. In the relationship that Catie and I had, we had agreed and told each other that we would always return to each other (that it wasn't cheating and that our sexual liaisons were known to the other and were approved and even encouraged).

Carol asked me if I had known about Catie's bisexual nature. I told her that I didn't know when I met her and that it quickly became evident that she had a number of bisexual tendencies. Asked if that bothered me, I told her "no" because it was who Catie was and I loved who Catie was.

Our conversation moved on to what Catie would have had us be doing and how she would have been participating.

"Oh, she would have watched us for a while. Catie enjoyed watching people she liked or cared about having a good time fucking. But then she would have joined us. If she were here, when you were riding my cock, she would have been sitting on my face, riding my face, while facing you so she could stroke you and play with your breasts and finger your clit while I was inside you."

I could tell the thought of that excited Carol as her nipples hardened.

"After cumming in you, she might have encouraged me to stay inside you and maintain as much as erection as I could. Or, more likely, she would have switched positions with you and attempted to place my softening, wet and bloody cock inside her to coax me back to an erection while watching you drain your cum-filled pussy into my mouth," I said.

"What about anal?" Carol asked.

"Oh, that's a whole session to itself. She'd eventually get an enema nozzle inside you, probably with me inside you while you were riding my cock, and fill you with a warm enema or two to clean you out. Later, we'd have a whole session of anal sex."

Our conversation turned to anal sex. Carol enjoyed anal sex but hadn't really used enemas as a way to clean out her rectum. She normally depended upon natural evacuation to have an empty rectum. But she also wasn't engaged in anal sex as often as Catie and I were and Catie had become a fan of enemas for how they felt and particularly when we were engaged in sex with each other.

"Catie would like you to try taking an enema that she administered to you (and me) while I was inside you." The idea was intriguing to Carol and all this talk got both of us aroused again. She got up on top of me once again and slid me into her vagina. At some point, I rolled her over so that I was on top. When I came inside her again, I had her legs up over my shoulders. When I finally slipped out of her, I asked if she wanted me to clean her. She told me no and that she wanted to cuddle next to me. We drifted off to sleep this way. Fortunately, there was a towel under us.

Sometime later, Carol got out of bed and when she returned, she slipped me back inside her for a slow, low energy session. It was about 4 AM when I came inside her again and then we were cuddled like spoons as we drifted back to sleep.

My alarm went off at 7:00 AM. After turning it off, I stayed in bed with Carol for a few minutes. She knew that I was supposed to be back to Catie's apartment around 8:30 AM. I asked if she wanted to return that night (Saturday) to explore more and get into the anal play. There was a party that she wanted to attend (a pre-game party for the Playoff game), but yes, she wanted to cum back and play.

I went to take a shower. After I was in the shower for a few minutes, Carol came in and joined me. It was more sensuous than sexual as we washed each other. We got out and dried each other. I got dressed and I got her some coffee and some tea for me. I left her in bed and I prepared to go to Catie's apartment to meet with Catie's brothers. She told me that she'd be over to Catie's apartment to help in anyway she could. She did want a couple of items from Catie's apartment, too.

I drove to Catie's apartment after stopping at a local fast food restaurant to get some breakfast for myself and Catie's brothers. When I arrived and entered her apartment, I could see that the brothers had done some more work on packing items for people to carry off or to be taken to local organizations that accepted such items. They had already arranged to rent a truck for hauling any furniture and leftover items to those locations.

Some of this was clearly difficult for them; to clear the apartment of a sister that they had known all their lives. Neither one of them slept in her bed, electing to sleep on the couch or the floor in the living room instead. For me, the apartment had a completely different vibe. Catie was someone I had met only four months prior, with whom I had some really interesting and unique experiences, and with whom I had fallen in love. This apartment was just part of the four months.

For example, we sat down at the table in the dining area at the end of the kitchen to eat breakfast. For them, it was just the place to sit down and eat. For me, it was where the first sexual sharing started after Catie and I had met and gotten off the train that first weekend. Where I first encountered Jody when I was naked and then all the things that transpired over the ensuing weekend. It wasn't just a table and chairs. My mind drifted to those thoughts as we were sitting there eating.

Catie's brothers knew I was spending the weekend in Chicago. They were thinking that, if they were able to move everything out during the day, they might leave and begin the trip back to Portland. I could turn the keys in to the apartment complex manager before I left. I told them I was willing to do that and we needed to contact the office later in the morning to arrange that.

As we were sitting there, they were discussing the strategies of what to do with stuff they didn't give away (e.g., some of her clothing) or couldn't give away (e.g., the mattress, underwear if someone didn't take them from the morning "flea market"). None of us knew how all that would go.

I commented that they seemed to have gotten things a lot sorted out over the previous evening and that they were probably in a lot better position to head back to Portland with a more manageable load than they thought only a week earlier. It was Catie's older brother who asked "Do you know where Catie's journals are?"

"Yes, I have them," I said. I almost added "for safe keeping" but didn't.

"Why?" he asked.

"Catie was letting me read them to get to know her. She started sharing what she wrote in her journals from the beginning when we met on the train. We had lots of conversations about our past," I said, "so that we'd know what we had experienced that made us who we are today."

That part was true. Catie had, indeed, given me some of her journals for me to do just that; to read, discuss, and know. I wasn't as prolific a writer as she was but I had also shared some of my journals with her. And what I hadn't written down, I shared with her during some of our phone conversations and in those moments when we weren't in sexual ecstasy. There was something liberating about being able to tell someone you were intimate with your intimate "secrets" and have that experience be accepted in a non-judgmental way.

I didn't tell him that I had flown to Chicago to retrieve the rest of them. And I had left enough of other items like my clothes, my photographs, her enema bags and our sexy lingerie not to betray that.

"We're going to want them back," he said. I could sense a certain level of fear and I knew why. It was what Catie had written in her journals that caused that fear.

"Of course," I replied.

"I have something else I've wanted to ask you," he said. "Is there something going on between you and Abby?"

This was not an unexpected question and, in fact, I wondered why it had taken so long to be asked. I also knew that it could go very badly after this point depending upon how offended, threatened, and maybe protective they felt about such things. I took a moment and a deep breath.

"Yes and No," I replied. I said something like this:

"You may find that your sisters had a more complicated relationship than you know or imagined. I certainly didn't know about that or about any of her relationships with other women when I met Catie. I got drawn into that relationship with Abby through Catie and Abby seems to want that kind of relationship with me. Both Catie and I realized that she wants me and that we needed to turn her attention away from me. I've told Abby, that as exciting as that feels to her now, it's a bad combination and would probably not work in the long run. She needs to go to school and be with her friends and people her own age, not hanging out with some old guy who is 14 years older than she is."

"Right now, she's hurting, like all of us are. But she's lost her mom. She's lost her older sister. She's going to be in that big empty house with your dad trying finish out her senior year of high school. And even though both of you are only a couple of hours away, she's going to struggle with all of this, including feeling abandoned by me. She looked forward to our times together and now they're gone."

I also pointed out that Abby is the one who had to adapt the most as each one of her older siblings have moved out / moved away to go to college and to pursue their own lives. "With you gone, the family dynamics changed and Abby has had to deal with the most change. One by one, she's seen each of you leave. But the relationship between your sisters did remain strong." They both considered this for maybe a minute.

It was Catie's younger brother who asked the next question.

"So, you've fucked her?" referring to Abby since I hadn't come right out and said that I was.

"When we met, Abby asked me almost the same thing about Catie and I. She said "So you're the guy who's fucking my sister!" But yes. With Catie present and with both of their consent," I said. "Apparently, Abby liked watching Catie and I and Catie liked having her her watching. Catie certainly liked watching Abby and I. And both of them liked being in a threesome with me, though it felt a little competitive at times."

"You didn't know that about your sisters, did you?" I asked.

They didn't know that Catie was directly involved in or about the threesomes with other women. The bigger surprise for them was that their youngest sister seemed into it as well. I didn't say a word about what happened at Thanksgiving when Catie and I went to pick up Abby or anything about the videotapes. It turned out that the lingerie that I got for Abby at Christmas was what made things look a little suspicious. It became clear at the beginning of this conversation that they thought it was limited to me "cheating" on Catie by sleeping with their youngest sister and that Catie didn't know. Suddenly they were finding out that this was an active family threesome that happened right under their noses, so to speak. I told them it was even more complicated than that. They knew, of course, that Catie was planning to move to North Carolina to be with me even before we found out she was pregnant.

The thing that Catie and I were concerned about was, after Abby's high school graduation, she would want to move to North Carolina to be with us. We could see the plausible cover story that Abby was there to go to school (she certainly had the grades to do that as an out-of-state student) and to live with us (with her older sister) in order to "save money" as an out-of-state student (though honestly, money was not a problem for her family). Abby hadn't suggested that. But, absent another reason to stay in Oregon, Catie and I felt it might just be a matter of time before we would have to address that situation.

But Catie and I knew what that could mean. Although Catie and I had fun talking about it being an absolute fuckfest, being able to walk around naked in my house (when my son wasn't there) and what that could be like to be totally available to each other in this sisters threesome, we also knew that if such a situation occurred, it could (and likely would) put my joint custody agreement with my ex-wife in jeopardy. Having Catie living with me was probably wasn't a problem because my ex-wife already had her boyfriend living with her. But having both Catie and Abby living with me....

I didn't describe it quite this way to them. But they got the gist of our concern.

"Can you imagine what it would be like if both your sisters got pregnant because we were all sleeping together?" I asked.

His reply was classic. "That's really fucked up, man."

Yes, it was. I never expected any of this to happen. Catie's death did change an essential part of the equation. And a moment in time had changed all our lives forever. A few seconds either way and our lives would have been on completely different courses.

I told them that they could read about it in Catie's journals and if they had questions and didn't want to ask Abby, they could certainly ask me.

I think the revelation of the threesome between Catie, Abby, and I was unexpected. And they had no idea of how complex and elaborate it had become. From "inside" the threesome, it seemed quite natural. But trying to explain it to those outside the relationships was much more complex because it didn't fit the concept of normal relationships. Trying to explain to other family members was even more difficult.

Neither of them asked what seemed to me to be the most obvious question to ask: what about Abby?