I was shaving in the morning when Olive came in. "I need to pee Kyle, you don't have to move." She had a robe on so there wasn't any real reason to leave. The bathroom is quite large, and the toilet isn't in line with the mirror. Candy came in and was dancing around, waiting for Olive, they switched places, Olive watched me shave from the hall. Candy flushed and watched from the other side. As soon as I finished they washed their hands and I finished dressing. I wondered at that, as they could have used the kitchen sink. Not that it really bothered me to have them watch or that I was only wearing briefs. They both gave me pecks on my cheeks before I left. That seemed to start a new trend they repeated every morning. It made me feel good. Not all torn up like some of Kate's antics.
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They had been here for over a month now, we had settled into a relatively stable relationship. They were more casual about being nude in front of me, Candy's mad dashes to the toilet started that. She just didn't have time do dress. By the time her body had succeeded in getting her attention it was almost too late. Olive started following her lead after she asked if Candy was bothering me.
"No, Olive. Neither of you are flaunting. If you need the bathroom why dress? If you come in here nude and start bouncing around in front of me then I'll assume you are wanting me to screw you, and I'll act accordingly."
She caressed my face. "You are a dear man. Maybe some day we'll try that."
She left for the porch, I wondered at the
we
in her statement.
I joined them on the porch sometimes when it wasn't quite so hot. I couldn't lay down behind them if they didn't at least have panties on.
One Saturday morning, I think they did it just to bug me, I had snoozed for a while. I woke up when it got too warm, they had taken off their panties and were hard at work. They were lying in front of me a couple feet apart from each other their legs spread slightly. I stared for several minutes before I realized I wasn't dreaming. I dashed into the house, hearing soft laughter from behind.
Mom and dad had written to say where they were, and that they were fine. I wrote to the next place they were headed, to tell them everything was fine here.
One Friday night I discovered the girls were through playing games. Olive followed me into my room and put her arms around me and we kissed for a long time before undressing. I only asked. "Candy?"
She snuggled tight to me and said. "We are much too competitive to both be here, We tossed a coin, I got to be first. She'll be along later."
From then on, one or the other was at my side in bed, or just holding hands when they were working. The blanket disappeared from in front of the window. I could go on the porch any time. Occasionally one of them would join me on the lounge for a little groping session, sometimes that would up end inside. There were no signs of jealousy between them. I showed no favoritism. There also were no words of love. I understood there would be an end to this sometime. We were just very close friends.
Mom and dad were due back soon. We were into September. There had been a slight change in our complex relationship, I started finding them both in bed with me sleeping. There was no sex when that happened although hands did wander freely. I wasn't surprised when one would leave for the front room and the other would get serious. Then they would usually swap places but we always woke up three at a time. I was only sad that it wasn't going to be forever.
They never said how long they could stay. Olive said they might be back next spring. But she couldn't say for sure.
The folks sent another letter saying they would be back mid week, I was expected for dinner Sunday. I checked their house over, but everything was fine. I invited the girls to go along with me Sunday. Olive said. "We are much to close to being done do that. Maybe another time."
The rest of the week they broke tradition and both stayed for the sex games. It stretched my endurance to the limit. They would have the cooler running, and as soon as I walked in they would attack. Into the shower and beyond. I was exhausted, and clear headed. From Friday to Sunday when I left to see my parents, was one continuous romp.
Oh, I knew, this level of intensity couldn't have gone on, I knew when they begged off from visiting that they would be gone when I got back. I knew so strongly that I wrote a goodbye note and put it in the book where they kept their gas slips in their truck.
My dear lovely girls. I'm betting that Sunday afternoon you will have left my life. I'm also betting that sometime we will meet again even if it's only a public meeting. The change you have made in my life is a profound one. I shall never forget either of you. You are and shall always be my very best friends. Come back a day, a week, or years from now. I will welcome you. With all my love as your friend, Kyle.
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I saw the hole next to the garage first. There was a letter on my table. I turned the cooler on and stripped down before reading it. The sentences alternated, first from one, and then the other.
Dearest beautiful Kyle. My sister and I are crying as we write this. Our stay with you, has been the greatest adventure of our lives. Your kindness and caring has renewed our faith in the male gender. We both love you in a way that we never could have imagined before. Free and no strings. A brotherly love plus. We have never done this before, both of us sharing one man let alone separately sharing a man. And a man you are. I have been more worldly than my sister, I bet we will never top this. I don't think we will even try. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. We can only hope that some day, a week or years from now, you will welcome one, or both back to the shelter of your arms. Or even if it can't be as close, we still wish to spend time with you. We will stare into each other's eyes, and remember. Good byes are much too hard. We could not leave, if you were here. So we are sneaking out, like a thief in the night. But we have left things behind for you to remember us. All our love and friendship. Olive, and Candy.
There were indeed, tear stains on the page, I read it several times, and each time I was choked up more. But it wasn't grief. There was sorrow, yes, but it was a good ending. It started in honest friendship and ended the same way. They had left behind more then memories, there was a large stock of food and drink, and the little trinkets they had added to the front room as the mood struck them. I picked up my dirty clothes and headed for the shower. I stayed under the stream for a long, long time. I dried off and went in search of clean clothes I found two bags in my dresser, and an other note in two different hands.
Kyle, These are yours to keep. We stored them in specimen collection bags to preserve our scent. Love, Olive, Candy.
They were two pairs of panties, used, one to a bag. I stored them carefully in the back of the drawer. Touching them only briefly through the bag with my finger tips.
On the computer were many photos, most I never knew had been taken. Most showed the joy that we were sharing, myself and one or the other. Most would be pornographic to anyone else. There were a series showing both girls and I. They must have set up a time lapse sequence to capture them. The last two were them standing arms around each other, naked, waving at me. The last, they were bent over butts to the camera looking through their boobs and legs hands spreading their butts so I had no doubt what they were saying.