We spent that Sunday night before Christmas in Helen's apartment. When

William said it was time for us to return to the hotel, Helen said we

should stay with her. William hesitated, but then agreed. He and Carrie

showered while Helen and I made out on her couch. After they retired to

the second bedroom, we took a long shower together and then went to bed

and had our second night of wonderful sex, before drifting off to sleep

in each other's arms, in Helen's bed.

The next morning, Helen was up early. She fixed breakfast for us, then

got herself ready to go to work. Helen and I both cried when she dropped

us off at our hotel, and Carrie came close to crying, too. Even though

we would see each other again at the end of the week, that seemed like a

long time to us. We hugged for a long time, until William finally told

me we had to go. I watched Helen's car as she drove out of the hotel

parking lot, then followed William and Carrie into the hotel.

As we went up to our rooms, Carrie was trying to be upbeat and cheerful

for my benefit. I hugged her, thanked her, and said I would be Ok. After

we packed and checked out, we hung around the hotel lobby for perhaps a

half hour, until Uncle Phil showed up. He helped us carry our bags out

to the SUV, then I got in the front seat next to him, while William and

Carrie took the back.

As we were pulling out from the hotel, Carrie said, "There's Helen," and

pointed to her car, parked across the street. Helen was sitting behind

the wheel, looking at us. She wasn't crying any more, but she looked

pretty unhappy. Carrie and I waved to her, and she waved back.

"Make sure she doesn't follow us," William said.

"She won't follow us, she just wanted to see Char one last time," Carrie

said. Sure enough, after we were half a block down the street, Helen

made a U-turn and headed the other way, toward the dress store where she

worked.

"Is there something I should be aware of?" Uncle Phil asked, watching in

his rearview mirror.

Carrie laughed softly. "Just another member of William's cult for you to

worry about, Philip," she said. I smiled at her gentle teasing of Uncle

Phil. Carrie explained, "She's Char's new friend, and she's spending

next weekend with us at the house, so we'll have to come back to town

and pick her up Friday." Of course, Uncle Phil began objecting. He and

Carrie argued back and forth for a few minutes, until finally William

said it was important to me, and it had been decided. Uncle Phil glanced

back at me, and I told him I was in love with Helen. At that point,

nothing we did could surprise Uncle Phil any more, he just smiled at me

and nodded his head, saying he understood.

On the way out of town, we drove by a big shopping center, one of those

mega stores that sells anything you could want at very low prices, by

screwing their employees on wages and health care. A part of the parking

lot had been roped off and was dedicated to selling Christmas trees.

Carrie told William we had to have a Christmas tree, and he immediately

agreed, much to everyone's surprise. Carrie said she also needed to shop

for decorations for the tree, so Carrie and William went into the store.

It was left to Uncle Phil and I to select the tree and get it tied to

the roof of the truck, which we accomplished in about half an hour.

While we were waiting for William and Carrie to return, I got sleepy and

curled up in the back seat of the truck.

I woke up when Uncle Phil popped open the rear hatch of the SUV. Sitting

up, I looked out the back of the truck and saw that Carrie had bought

two big shopping carts full of ... stuff. I had no idea what it was, but

if it had all been tree decorations we could have decorated a dozen

trees. While William, Carrie, and Uncle Phil were piling all of the

packages in the back of the truck, I looked at the clock on the

dashboard. I was surprised to see that Carrie had spent over two hours

shopping. "What is all that?" I asked.

William grinned at me. "Whatever she saw, she bought, I think it's

called power shopping," he said. "I'm just happy she stayed out of the

major appliances section."

"It's all junk, that's all they sell in there," Carrie said. "But I want

us to have a Christmas present exchange, so I bought a lot of trinkets.

We can each pick out gifts to give one another, and it will be sort of a

surprise. I got wrapping paper and ribbons, too. I want a real Christmas

with my family." Looking at me, she said, "I have an idea for a present

you can give Helen. We can talk about it later."

When we got home, Carrie and I began carrying the packages into the

house. Meanwhile, William and Uncle Phil got the tree off the roof of

the truck, put it in the stand Carrie had bought, and set it up in the

living room.

For the rest of the day, until well after dinner, I was too busy to

think about how much I missed Helen. Looking back, I'm certain that was

Carrie's plan all along. It took us until nearly dinnertime to decorate

the tree, and Carrie was like a little kid the whole time, bubbling over

with enthusiasm and happiness. Neither William nor I could resist her

infectious joy.

After dinner, Carrie got out all of the junk, trinkets, and even some

interesting things, she thought we could use for presents. Everything

was laid out on the desk in Uncle Phil's office, along with the wrapping

paper and ribbon. Carrie's idea was that, one at a time, each of us

would go to the office, select items we wanted to give as presents, wrap

them, and put them under the tree. I went first, so I had the best

selection. It took me forever, because I had a hard time deciding what

gifts to choose. But once I was finally able to decide, it was fun

wrapping the presents and filling out the cards to put on them.

After everyone had wrapped their presents, we sat on the couch together,

drinking wine and looking at the lighted Christmas tree. I thanked

Carrie for what she had done, taking my mind off of Helen. She smiled,

and said, "I was alone, without the love of my life, for a year and a

half, and I wish someone had put up a Christmas tree for me. It's the

least I could do for my wonderful sister." Then she got serious. "I know

you miss Helen," she said, "but you'll see her again in just a few days.

Meanwhile, we're a family, we're together, and it's Christmas. Let's be

happy, Ok?" I hugged and kissed her and William. I really was happy, and

very thankful to be with my family.

Per our bed schedule, Monday was Carrie's and William's solo night. They

both wanted me to join them, because they didn't want me to have to

spend the night by myself, but I decided to sleep in the guest bedroom

anyway. I jilled off until I had cum a couple of times, then drifted off

to sleep thinking about Helen. That was the first time I had masturbated

alone since Carrie and William accepted me into their partnership, but

in my mind I wasn't alone, I was with Helen.

In the middle of the night, I woke up feeling alone and lonely, so I

woke William up to ask if I could get into bed with he and Carrie. They

pulled me into the bed between them, and smothered me with kisses and

caresses and made me feel loved, until finally we all drifted off to

sleep again. When we woke up in the morning, I was going to leave so

they could have morning sex alone, but they wouldn't let me. We all

fucked in our usual, favorite positions, until each of us had cum

several times.

It was Christmas Eve, and Carrie had insisted that Uncle Phil take the

rest of the week off and spend it with Bev, so we were on our own in the

house. After we finished up in the bathroom, William told Carrie and I

that we would remain naked for the day. They were still trying to keep

me too busy to mope around missing Helen, so Carrie and William watched

and talked to me while I made breakfast. Under Carrie's training, I had

actually become a good enough cook that they could trust me to prepare

simple meals without making anyone sick.

William let Carrie and I sit for breakfast in spite of our nakedness.

After we finished eating, we lingered over coffee and reminisced about

our weekend experiences in the city. We also talked a little about what

we would do when Helen came for the weekend. I really wanted William to

let Helen and I go our own way, separate from he and Carrie, but I

doubted he would agree, so I didn't ask. The only thing we resolved was

that William wouldn't make me flog Carrie while Helen was watching, but

he refused to make the same promise about spankings. Finally, William

sent Carrie and I to do our workouts on the elliptical trainer, while he

cleaned up the mess I had made in the kitchen.

After our exercise, we found William in the living room. He was lying on

the couch and admiring our tree. He asked which of us worked out first,

and the answer was Carrie. "That means Carrie is the most rested," he

said. "Char will bend over the back of the couch, and Carrie will

administer her spanking." I couldn't help groaning as I moved into

position and bent over the couch. Neither of us had been spanked since

the previous Thursday, and I was really hoping that trend would

continue. But I knew it was too good to last, since Carrie wanted and

needed her spankings. For reasons he never fully explained, William had

decided that I should be spanked too, although he had made it plain that

he would stop my spankings if I asked him to.

Twenty minutes later, my eyes still red and puffy, my nose still runny,

and my ass still burning, I gave Carrie as hard a spanking as I was

able. I could tell that I was pushing her limits, which she always

wanted me to do, when she asked William to stop the spanking. That

particular time she was cursing, and calling us both assholes, before he

finally told me to stop.

Most days, we were each spanked at different times during the day. One

advantage of being spanked one after the other, was that William would

usually send us to bed to make up afterwards, and this time was no

exception. When I finished Carrie's spanking, he told me to take her to

bed and fuck her, then bring her to the dining room for lunch in an hour

and a half. That meant she was my responsibility, and she had to obey

me, a situation we both enjoyed. I took Carrie by her upper arm and led

her, still crying, toward the bedroom.

A few minutes before noon, I led Carrie into the dining room for lunch.

Following William's instructions, we had gone to bed and fucked. After

we had each cum several times, Carrie had asked me if we could take a

shower. We had each cum again during our combined grope session and

shower, and then I had taken Carrie back to the bedroom and fixed her

hair the way William liked it.

From the dining room, we could hear William, still working on lunch in

the kitchen. Carrie was still under my control until I delivered her

back to William. I had her stand with her hands at her sides, while I

pinched and rolled her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. Her face

was so expressive when she was experiencing sexual pleasure or pain, and

I loved watching her when she was feeling both pain and pleasure at the

same time. Don't think I was abusing her, she loved it, and she loved me

watching her like that, too. I would have stopped any time she asked me

to.

After watching Carrie for a few minutes, I was getting really turned on,

so I finally gave her a tender kiss and then let go of her nipples. She

looked into my eyes for a long moment, then said, "If you run off with

Helen, who'll torture me?" She said it jokingly, but there was an

element of truth behind her question. We had all come to an

understanding, reluctantly on my part, that I was to be Carrie's primary

pain giver. It was what she and William both wanted. I still didn't like

it, but I was learning to accept it. Also, I was getting over my fear

that it would change our relationship for the worse. If anything, Carrie

had become even more loving and tender after we began spanking one

another. The shared painful experience seemed to have added a new

dimension to our love for one another. That was the real reason I never

asked William to stop my spankings, even though I didn't get any

pleasure from them.

I kissed each of her nipples, then smiled at her. "I'll teach Helen how,

and we'll both come over on weekends and torture you."

When William came into the dining room to set the table, Carrie and I

were locked in a passionate embrace. "Lesbian passions running amok," he

said.

Carrie pulled her lips away from mine and smiled at me. "If we kill him

and bury him behind the house, there won't be any pigs left to interfere

with our lesbian passions," she said.

"I'm game, let's do it right after lunch," I said.

William said it was a cold, sunny day, and instead of killing him, we

would be hiking up the picnic hill after lunch. Of course, Carrie

immediately asked if she could go as a pony. William said that was what

he had in mind, causing Carrie to shriek with happiness.

After lunch, it took us about forty-five minutes to get ready for the

hike. Carrie wore her latex leotard. Only her breasts were exposed, with

her reins attached to her nipples by dental floss. William said I could

drive her for the first half of the climb, and he would take the second

half. Once William had blindfolded Carrie and put in her earplugs, I

drove her through the house to the back door, and then outside.

William talked as we walked along, mostly about Helen and my feelings

for her. He still didn't question that I was rushing into it too soon or

too fast, for which I was grateful. Nevertheless, he was looking for

evidence that I knew what I was doing, and I think I convinced him that

I did.

At one point, William asked, "What would Helen think about what we're

doing right now?"

I laughed. "Well, she already thinks we're pretty weird. But this would

probably make her think we're even stranger than she imagined."

"What do you think about it?" he asked.

After some thought, I answered, "I know why Carrie wants to do this. She

loves being under control, she craves it. She also gets off on the pain

in her nipples. Also, it's physically challenging for her. It seems like

a fun way for her to get what she wants."

William said, "If we explained it to Helen like that, do you think she

would understand?"

I looked at him and slowly smiled, as I understood where he was going.

"Yes, I think she would," I said. "I'm sure Carrie could explain it to

her in a way that would make sense. Even though Helen doesn't crave

control or pain, I think she could understand how this gives Carrie what

she needs."

"If you want Helen to accept us as we are," he said, "you have to

explain what we do in a way that makes sense to her. It would be even

better if she would agree to try some things, to experience it like you

and Carrie do."

In the back of my mind was the question of whether or not he was going

to fuck Helen. It would be one thing if Helen wanted to fuck him, but I

didn't want him to force himself on her. Fearing his answer, I asked

anyway, "What kinds of things do you want her to experience?"

William shook his head. "You've got it wrong, Char. She's yours, I won't

take anything from her that's not freely given." There must have been a

look of relief on my face, because I saw disappointment on his, and then

I felt guilty and stupid for thinking he would do anything like that.

But he didn't comment on it, he continued talking about Helen. "I want

her to be comfortable moving back and forth between her world and ours.

And as soon as it's safe, I want you to begin moving back and forth

between our world and hers. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to

achieve those goals, even if we have to gently push Helen out of her

comfort zone. I don't want you to have to choose between Helen and us.

Unless that's what you want to do, of course."

I said, "No, I don't want to choose. Thank you for thinking about these

things, William. I love that you're trying to help me like this."

"What's a Master for?" he said with a grin. Then he changed the subject,

and started talking about how well Carrie was doing on the trail. I

wanted to drop the reins and hug him.

A few minutes later, William said he was ready to take the reins. After

gently pulling Carrie to a halt, I did hug him. I held him tightly for a

long time, then looked up into his eyes. "I love you, Master," I said.

He smiled, and told me he and Carrie would always love me, no matter

what.

Before taking the reins from me, William walked up behind Carrie and

patted her gently on her ass. She whinnied and pawed the ground with one

foot, making William laugh. As he took the reins, he said, "Our pony's

anxious to hit the trail, let's move out, Pardner." With a flick of the

reins, Carrie started moving, and we were on our way again.