"Aww!" Britney comes over and sits next to you, giving you a tight hug. Erin mimics her sister on your other side. "Don't you just love our sweet fool," Britney says smiling, ruffling your hair playfully. She then gives you a peck on the cheek. "You think if we're doing something you like then we're doing it in spite of our wishes." Both girls are silent for a moment, mischievous grins on their pretty faces. Then Britney speaks again: "The truth is," Britney pauses and Erin finishes her sentence: "that we did it because we really like you." She rests her pretty head on your shoulder and her sister continues: "We didn't ask you to stay because we couldn't survive without you. You know, I can pull a trigger just as good as you can. We wanted you to stay because you're good guy and what you did proves it, because we like you."
You feel so good in their embrace. Only your girlfriend's company felt this friendly and loving. Before she died that is. The girls act like they completely trust you: something you are convinced is next to impossible to fake. "And why the hell not," you think to yourself. "Why is it so hard to believe that these two girls who just lost all their friends and loved ones besides each other would feel genuine attraction to me, especially after what I did? As for sex, women are also human, aren't they? If my sexual instincts became hightened in this environment, is it so hard to believe that theirs have, too? Of course it's not. They genuinely like me and I like them, not just sexually, but also personally. I mustn't abuse their feelings and mine, but I mustn't feel ashamed of it either. Of course, having a relationship with two sisters one day after meeting them would be unusual in the old world, but so would be scavanging for food, looting homes, fighting gangs of animal-like lunatics. This is an unusual world. People do unusual things. Even good people. So, if we both want it - well make that if all three of us want it - what's so bad? Nothing."
These thoughts make you feel much better, both about what just happened and about your situation as a whole. Somehow, you're confident that the three of you will survive togeather, come hell or high water. You gently stroke Erin's soft amber hair resting on your shoulder. "I love you, girls," you whisper honestly. "We know. We love you too," is music to your ears.
After about a minute, the sweet silent embrace is ended by giggling Britney. She pushes you down on your back and leans over to briefly kiss your lips, running her fingers through your hair. "Now, you had better hide your over-sensitive conscience somewhere," she whispers sexily, "because I'm still hot." Erin energetically nods in agreement: "Me too!"
You are a bit surprised at the sudden shift from romance to sex, but then recall that while the girls gave you a most superb blowjob, you never did anything to satisfy their needs. You feel so foolish.
Britney continues: "Now, how about..." |