Abby and I sexually uncoupled on the shores of the Columbia River, and after my cock slid out of her, we picked up our stuff, and walked down the beach towards the setting sun. Our arms were wrapped around each other and my cum was leaking out of Abby as we walked. It somehow seemed fitting in where we were in our relationship. This phase of our relationship, like the day, was about to set. But like the sun, it could rise again to another dawn. And I knew that, at least in this time of our lives, we both had a special place in each other's hearts.

During that week of recovery and between Abby's visits to me, I was invited over to Abby's house. I was still part of the family, strange as it was. It was good to see the family again and to see how we had all come through the tragedy more than four years in the past.

Abby now had nieces and nephews that she didn't have back in 1986. Her brothers were there as well as their wives and their children. Peter and Trisha were married and had children. We had our memories of that one weekend together but it was a one-off. A pleasant one, but there was nothing else associated with that. Abby's oldest brother had mellowed on the relationship between Abby and I, particularly when I stepped away from the relationship when Abby arrived in Corvallis. He realized (eventually) that I was important to Abby in ways he didn't understand, but also that I wasn't controlling her life or somehow forcing her to be with me (as a substitute for Catie?). I also took it as part of his grieving process for his sister and mother.

It was good to see Abby's dad again. He was doing well. Now that Abby had completed her (first phase of) college education and was moving forward in her life, he had decided to sell the home that he and the family had lived in all these years and move to something smaller. Even though it was a gathering place for him, his children and grandchildren, he was letting go of this house. In a quiet moment when we were alone, he told me that although the house had so many memories of their lives together, it was full of memories of a life that had been, not what it was now.

Then he said that it was a great party house, though. I thought about Ted and Annie's house in Minnesota. It, too, was a large beautiful house for the two of them that had largely become their party home.

"But I don't need anything this big, not just for me," he told me.

The three children had mixed feelings about him selling the house but it was time for something different for all of them. Abby's dad didn't plan to move away from the Portland area, at least not immediately. But he didn't need the huge house to take care of. Even for his grandchildren. It was time for someone else to own it and make it their own.

Still, many things had happened in all our lives besides marriages and children within their family. It was trips together to explore other places, even Chicago, to see the city that Catie seemed to embrace after growing up in Portland. Chicago did have a different vibrancy. For me, it was my most recent backpacking adventure, my skiing and all the places I/we had been to ski on our ski trips. There was New York City at Christmas time, Christmas in New England and in Vail, Colorado. I still hadn't gotten to Alaska yet, but there was still time. We talked about my experience with the earthquake in San Francisco less than a year earlier and my experience with the remnants of Hurricane Hugo while working up in western Maryland.

Abby and her boyfriend (Scott) were living together in the Portland area after they graduated. Although I knew about him and had for the last two years, I met him there at the house for the first time. As mentioned in the previous chapter, he knew who I was. In some ways, he couldn't avoid it. I was already a presence in the family when he met Abby and I was still a presence within her family even though I wasn't there like I had been earlier.

He knew about Abby and I being lovers in the past. Abby told him how Catie and she conjured up this plan and created this love triangle we lived through until Catie's death. But I don't think he knew everything that Abby and I had done. He knew Abby did enemas for cleanout for anal sex, that she and I would do them together as part of our sexual repertoire. Abby told me that he would help her from time to time, but he wasn't all that interested in enemas for himself or to share with Abby. And because of that, he didn't really know or understand about the level of enemasex that she and I tried. He didn't know all the details of the sexual escapades that Abby (and Stephanie, Anne, and Delaney) had participated in with me during the spring of 1986 after their graduation from high school. He did know that as Abby's BFF, Stephanie and I played together with Abby, because so had he.

When the two of us were sitting alone in the backyard (in the same area where Abby and I had our own very erotic sexual experiences) watching the other family members nearby, I said "Didn't know what you were getting into did you?" Scott shook his head no. But he had a smile on his face.

"It can be a bit of a three-ring circus," I said, as we watched the children playing.

"You're pretty special to Abby," Scott said to me.

"So are you, " I replied. "So are you. I can tell it when she talks about you." He knew that Abby and I talked periodically though not like we had after her sister and her mom died.

"Can I tell you something about this?" I asked. He told me that I could.

"When I met her sister, I had no idea that any of this would happen, certainly not to me. It's like I unlocked something in Catie and gave her permission to do her own thing. I didn't know it right away when we met, but Catie already had bisexual tendencies as I found out when we reached Chicago. And you know Abby does, too?"

"It seems to run in the family," Scott said.

"Yes, it does," I replied. He knew about Abby's parents and Stephanie's, and a few other couples that Abby's and Stephanie's couples swapped with.

"You know I met Abby when I came here with her sister after her dad had his stroke?" He told me he did.

"When I met Abby, she was the precocious younger sister. I would have never have even thought about getting involved with her. But the sisters cooked something up, along with Stephanie's help, and the next thing I know I'm in this love triangle with the two sisters. At times it felt competitive between them. But Abby wanted to have what her sister had, what her friends had sexually. She didn't want to be left out, the only virgin in the group. Catie told her how wonderfully different her sex-life was with me, and she even let her watch Catie and I, though I didn't know it at the time."

Our conversation turned towards some of the things he and Abby had done (sexually). His sex-life with Abby had remarkable parallels to Catie and I. Maybe there was something to this "running in the family."

"Abby told me that you fucked Trisha," Scott said.

"Yes, I did," I replied.

"Is there any woman in this family you haven't fucked?" Scott asked in a lighthearted way. I pointed to the wife of Abby's oldest brother. "Her," I said.

"Well, there's still a chance for you," Scott laughed.

"I don't think so," I said in a drawn out manner. "And I didn't fuck her mom, though Catie told me that she thought their mom might. That's before we knew about any of what her parents were into." I paused for a moment.

"No, Trisha and Peter were a special case and it was a fantasy of theirs to have two guys, one of them being Peter, fucking her. It was also Abby's fantasy, but she wasn't going to let herself be fucked by her brother just to fulfill that fantasy. I don't know whether they did anything with anyone else, but if they did, I don't know about it."

He knew that he benefitted, but was also challenged in some ways, by Abby's sexual experiences with me. Essentially, I had trained Abby in finding her sexual *requirements* and expectations for young men in things that she really liked and wanted to have as a shared experience with her lovers. "Do this because I like it" was something he had already experienced without knowing it was me who had done that or someone else that she had been with.

Abby didn't suffer fools or jerks gladly and would quickly dismiss them. As the death of her mother and sister had shown, your life could end in an instant that you don't see coming until it's too late. A long life isn't guaranteed, so you might as well live you life as fully as you can while you have the time. That was the lesson learned from her mother and sister's death. It took her a little time to be able to look back and see that as a big change in how she viewed life.

"I didn't know her mom very long. But, I can tell you that she raised two strong-willed daughters, who, under right circumstances, knew what they wanted and liked and became unafraid to go get it," I said.

I told him that he had something with Abby, much like I had with Catie; a woman who is a sexual explorer and who is fiercely loyal to him. Catie and I called it belonging to each other and that, no matter what, we were each other's primary partner. Catie loved watching me fuck other women, she loved me watching her being fucked by other men, and I loved watching her. I told him that the reason why that worked was that these other people weren't a threat to our core relationship.

"It was something that might have been possible for me with Abby," I said. "And I'm happy she has that with you. Don't lose that with her. There may be a time where you both want something more *normal* or you may end up in a situation like Abby's and Stephanie's parents have. If you stay each other's, you'll both be fine."

Abby came up the hill towards us. "What are you two talking about?"

"You!" we both answered. She looked back and forth at us. Finally, she said "Good! My two favorite lovers! I like it." She turned and walked away from us. We watched her walk away in those cute shorts she was wearing and then look at each other. We just had to laugh and shake our heads at her response.

"You know, she has a really nice ass," Scott said.

"You're right. She always has," I replied. I didn't go further to remind him that I had it first.

As the night wound down, I finally said my goodbyes. With the exception with Abby, I suspected that this might be the last time for a long time (if ever) I would see some or any of these people. There hugs and well-wishes. With that I drove back to the hotel.

For my last night in Vancouver (before moving up towards Seattle in preparation for my dad and son's arrival), Abby told me that she had a surprise for me. I came back from Rooster Rock State Park and stopped to pickup some things for my Mount Rainier climb.

When I arrived at the hotel, she was waiting for me in my room on the bed (dressed). So was Scott. He was sitting in the chair at the desk. I must have had a puzzled look on my face. I knew (or assumed I knew) why she was there. It was the last time for us to fuck/make love for quite some time, and maybe forever. Obviously, she had my second key so that she cum and go as she pleased. She asked if I had dinner yet (no) and so we went out to get a quick bite and something to drink (now that everyone was of legal drinking age). Abby was dressed quite nicely. I noticed she was wearing her diamond ear studs I had given her. I took a quick shower before changing into some nice slacks and a polo style shirt before we left.

We eventually got down to what she/they had in mind.

It came down to this: ever since Abby found out about her sister having two (or more) sex partners with me, she had wanted to try it and she really wanted to try it with me. And after Peter and I had done Trisha she wanted it even more. That was what the last night together in 1986 was supposed to provide us, but Stephanie's boy toy at that time just didn't cum through.

Abby, of course, got to have multiple sex-partner experiences while she was attending Oregon State. Sometimes two guys, sometimes three, and a couple of times more (a gangbang). The latter got a little unmanageable according Abby and she and Stephanie (or any other of her female friends didn't do them any longer). In fact, it was one of these MMF threesomes where Abby decided that she really liked the way Scott treated her. It reminded her that it was very much like the way I treated her. He wasn't quite as enamored with eating a cum-filled pussy (or ass) as I was. But she still hoped and wished that I would be one of her sex partners in sharing this (since I had been her first).

I knew all of this and she didn't need to give me this much of the background. This is more for you, as the reader.

So, she (and Scott) wanted to share this experience with me before we parted ways and just in case there was no opportunity for me to experience it in the future with Abby. I confirmed with Scott that he was okay with this arrangement.

"Yes, I'm okay with it. She loves you, man, and I want her to be happy."

Right answer. Maybe a little more enthusiasm.

"Do you care for dessert?" Our server asked.

"I think we have that covered," I said. We all laughed. Our server could probably figure out what we meant but not the specifics. I paid the bill and we went back to the hotel.

When we arrived back at my hotel room, we kicked off our shoes and then began to take Abby's clothes off her. I was pleasantly surprised that she was wearing the lingerie I had bought her four years before (and she was just as lovely in it as she was then, maybe more because she looked more mature. I thoroughly enjoyed undressing her with Scott.

Once she was naked, she started undressing us by alternating back and forth between Scott and I. She dropped Scott's underwear first and took his cock into her mouth causing him to moan not so quietly. After a minute or two or sucking his cock, she switched to me and removed the thong I was wearing (just for her). She loved being able to rub my bare ass like this. She pulled them down and I stepped out of it as she took my cock into her mouth. I exhaled and maybe moaned quietly as Abby's mouth engulfed my cock. I was somewhat larger in size than Scott, but not by much by my approximation.

We both led her to the bed. She started out on all fours as we took turns spit-roasting her. Scott came first in her pussy while she had my cock in her mouth. Abby had taught him well...to stay inside her until he absolutely was going to slide out of her. She had us switch positions. I moved to replace Scott and slide my cock into her cum filled pussy. He moved to allow Abby to take his softened cock into her mouth with his cum and her juices to get him hard again.

His cum lubricated my entry and soon I was fucking her as she had his cock in her mouth. As I got closer to cumming, she told us what we were to do: I would cum inside her and as soon as I finished cumming and while was still hard, I would slide my cock into her ass (she had already lubed herself to help whichever one of us slipped into her ass first). Scott would slide under her, get his cock into position, and the Abby and I would move to allow his cock to slide into her pussy so that we were DP'ing her. We fucked her this way until we both came. Abby seemed to be in a continuous state of orgasm there for a while.

It was a longer time before we came while we DP'ed her. Scott came first and I followed wherever Abby moved to while he was cumming. I thought I could feel his contractions through Abby's rectal wall. Right after that, I went over the edge and filled her ass with my cum. Both Scott and I stayed in her for 5 or 6 minutes. When I felt myself sliding out of Abby, I moved to pull out and then give myself and them some maneuvering room. That brought us to our first of many breaks over night.

Abby (and Scott) wanted to try it all: DP, variations with spit-roast, DVP, DAP in various positions, sometimes with me under Abby, sometimes with Scott under Abby as well as a few variants in position. I was very surprised that Abby could do double anal and double vaginal penetration. It wasn't easy but her toy play with Scott paid off. What I remember was an intense orgasm early in the morning (around 3:30 AM) and an "OHHH FUCK!" as we reached another resting point.

My original plan was to drive from Vancouver to Mount Rainier to take my training recertification class and then spend the night inside the National Park with an extra day and night to remain in the park before heading to the SEATAC airport to meet my dad and my son. If I was going to take the class this morning, I would have to leave by around 6:00 AM. I figured I was all fucked out and would put off the certification class and use the extra day I had built into my schedule. I asked Scott and Abby what their schedules were for the day. They had planned to go back to their apartment and make it an intimate recovery day.

I told them that if I could extend my stay a day, we could stay at the hotel.

"Why don't you spend today and tonight at our place," Scott suggested.

"We have anything and everything we need," Abby chimed in. That made it easy. We'd sleep for a few hours and head to their apartment. I could leave the next day and still have everything work out if I was willing to give up some or all of my "spare time" in Mount Rainier National Park.

We fell back asleep and got up in time before the end of the hotel's continental breakfast. We did take advantage of their hot water and shared a rather nice, though crowded, shower together. I gathered my gear together and they helped me pack my car. They gave me the address in case we got separated but I had little difficulty following them.

When we got to their apartment, I brought just one bag in that had my clothes, a vibrating dildo and butt plug and my enema gear. In their bedroom was the "ever present" video camera (now upgraded substantially from years earlier). Obviously, the interest in videotaping sexual experiences hadn't waned over the years. I wondered whether some of those original videotapes were still in Abby's collection and if Scott had seen them. I didn't ask and neither of them volunteered. I started to say something about the newer camera compared to the one she had before, but thought the better of it.

We didn't jump right into bed together (though it didn't take too long). Rather we took a few minutes to talk and to get comfortable with the three of us together in this new environment (for me). If it hadn't become clear to me that Abby had "a plan" for this and us, it did as we were talking together. She had prepared Scott for what she wanted us to do and experience together. I remember thinking "Just like Catie" when I was listening to her and to them. Catie liked to "direct me" with her friends for her benefit and for the experiences of us all. It wasn't something that I expected. Here was Abby doing much the same thing. Was it hereditary?

Over the years I have come to the conclusion that it was partly their upbringing (in terms of raising strong young women). But the other component was having a partner or partners that were willing to be in a partnership with them and not be in a power struggle with them for control of the relationship. The guy that Catie had dated in Glenview, IL was, from everything that Catie told me or wrote in her diaries, a control freak. Exciting at first, stifling later. It didn't start out that way but over a relatively shore period of time it became apparent to her that he was more interested in controlling her. I allowed Catie to be and to explore who she was and, in the process, unlocked something within her, and our relationship benefitted from that in ways that she, nor I, ever had.

Why was I here? According to Abby, she was with two of her best and favorite lovers and "looking down the road" this opportunity might not present itself again and she didn't want to miss it. Moreover, she wanted Scott to experience, directly or indirectly, what could be in their relationship with me being the demo and a catalyst. Best of all, Abby knew that I wouldn't freak out at some of the things she wanted to show and share with Scott. For example, Scott wasn't as enema and anal receptive as I was/am. Abby wanted us to teach him how and to breakthrough some of his barriers, if that was possible.

Scott got to watch Abby and I *go through our paces* (an incredible turn-on, he noted, and maybe they didn't do "enough of that"). Not that he hadn't seen Abby fucked by and fucking with another guy. That is actually how they started out. Rather, Abby wanted to expand Scott's horizons. So, something like being given an enema by another guy was new to him (actually Abby and I started out doing that together and as he became more relaxed Abby pulled back so she could watch, and record, the show).

I could write a whole additional chapter on everything the three of us did during the rest of the day and night. It is sufficient to say that we filled the day and night with enemas and sex and all manners of sexual pleasure. We finally fell asleep together in the early hours of the morning with Abby between Scott and I. And other than the bathroom runs, we pretty much stayed in this configuration/alignment in their bed together. Once we were awake again in the morning, Abby took turns making love with both of us (her on top) while the other watched and we took turns making love with her (us on top). We finished up with Scott and I DP'ing her before we (sadly) had to part ways.

I say *sadly* because it was a remarkably intense and intimate experience between the three of us and something that I would have like to spend more days exploring with them. But also because it highlighted what I had given up in the pursuit of a relationship back in North Carolina with someone who had no interest in being anally sexual nor involved with someone else in bad with us. That's not to say that the sex wasn't good (if limited in scope and intimacy). It just brought attention to that hard limit that I had "settled for."

*All fucked out* doesn't begin to describe the experience for Scott, Abby, and I.

Abby and I said our goodbye to tears, once again. And, yes, Scott and I hugged as I told them to be good to and to take care of each other. This "goodbye" felt different from four years earlier. Time and our experiences had both Abby and I feel that we could and were going our separate ways. The love for each other was still there while we also recognized that we were on "different tracks." And that was okay. In that moment, Scott was there for her and I left her in good hands.

Would there be another time for us? Maybe. If the stars aligned and it was right for us, then maybe it would be "our time." It was also a different "goodbye" to the rest of the family. I was the oldest potential son-in-law that didn't happen, but not of my doing or Catie's. But the rawness from four years earlier when the deaths from the car accident bore down on us was greatly diminished.

I drove away to my next stop uncertain I would ever see them again. But true love never dies.