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“Cool,” he said, “then, maybe, we could have a
threesome? You think?”
    “Yeah,” Traci responded, her eyes sparkling
with merriment. “That’s what I was thinking about. And that’s
something I think I just might be able to work out, like I said a
little while ago. And no, I won’t tell you what I have in mind”
Traci changed gears. “Except for what I have in mind right now,
that is. Do you want to fuck me again?”
    Traci’s hand was still on her brother’s
cock. Between her squeezing and stoking it, as well as her
intermittent licking and nibbling of his nipple, along with the
talk about a threesome with their mother, Tim’s cock was fully
erect again.
    “Because,” Traci continued, “I feel like I’m
stroking a steel bar covered with velvet.”
    “Oh hell yes!” Tim responded
enthusiastically.
    He rolled his sister onto her back and was
between her legs so quickly that she was still holding on to his
cock. So, she positioned it strategically, moved her hips up a bit,
then removed her hand. Tim did the rest as he shove his whole
length deep into his sister’s still very wet and very willing
pussy. They fucked liked animals and after several minutes they
came within seconds of each other, gasping, laughing, hugging, and
kissing.

CHAPTER
TWO
    Susan and Traci were both wearing oversized
T-shirts that came down to about mid-thigh and only panties
underneath, no brassieres. It was their normal sleep wear. But they
weren’t sleeping. They were on the couch in the family room
watching a “chic flick” on the big screen TV. They had snacked for
dinner and were sipping wine. Susan allowed Traci, and Tim, to have
a couple glasses of wine, or beer, if they were staying home for
the night.
    As to Tim, he had gone off with a couple of
his friends to see the latest “aliens attacking the Earth” film.
This was by design. Traci had told him to be gone tonight and not
come back until late.
    Susan had her legs pulled up under her, as
did Traci, who was snuggled up next to her mother. Her glass of
wine was on the end table next to her mother’s glass and, from
time-to-time, she would reach across her mother’s body to pick up
her glass. Twice, while doing so, Traci managed to very lightly,
very casually brush her arm over her mother’s breasts. Her mother’s
only reaction was to shift her body slightly, but she didn’t say
anything.
    Traci was sitting to her mother’s left. She
had her right arm under her mother’s left arm and was holding hands
with her. Their hands were resting on Susan’s thigh. When Traci
wasn’t reaching for her glass, drinking from it, or setting it back
down, she rested her head on her mother’s shoulder.
    “Mom,” Traci said during a lull in the
dialogue of the movie. “I think I need to talk to you.”
    Susan heard something in her daughter’s
voice that concerned her. “What about, baby?”
    “There’s this girl at school who, well, uh,
well, she kind of likes me, you know?” Traci couldn’t believe it
but she was actually able to blush.
    “When you say like,” Susan was not fully
focused, “what do you mean, exactly?”
    “Well, she’s, you know, a lesbian. I mean,
uh, she’s admitted it to me and she also told me that’s she’s,
like, really hot for me.”
    “Well, I can understand that, sweetie.
You’re a very attractive young women. I imagine that a lot of, um,
well, girls who like girls, not to mention all the boys who know
you or who even just see you, would be really hot for you. So,
what’s the problem? I mean, how do you feel about her?”
    Susan, herself, was bi-sexual. She liked
making love to women as well as men. There were two women in
particular that she had sex with at least once or twice a month
each for the last couple of years. One was a lesbian, but she had
taken a job in another city. The other was bi’ like herself, but
she had gotten married and now they rarely found time to meet. But,
of course, Susan knew that Traci didn’t