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The following is fictional. Names, and locations have been made up and are not meant to depict real people living or deceased. These stories also depict dangerous, unprotected sexual situations. In this day and age of STDs, please be careful and wear protection!
This is an adult's only story. If you are underage in the community you live in, please do not go any further. Thank you and happy reading!
Chapter 1: In the Beginning
Where do I begin? I guess an introduction would be useful. There are five of us who own
The Four Sisters Saloon
. My wife, Cindy, her three sisters, Carla, Fran and Amy and then there's me, Tommy. We're all equal partners in this little adventure and it's worked out very well. The bar has done very well over the years and none of us are hurting for money. We've enjoyed the business but more importantly, we get a lot of pleasure out of the business too. In fact, the pleasure part of it is probably the best reason for being in business. You see the bar is how we get our bed partners.
A little explanation is probably in order. It wasn't always this way. I mean, we didn't always choose a customer here and there to join us in bed. It just sort of happened. I also don't "have a harem." The women are free to choose their lovers. I'm just sort of the backup plan for my wife's sisters. It's nice work, when you can get it. My wife and myself are also free to hookup when we'd like. The only caveat is that our partner has to approve of the deal. It's been working out for us so far, neither one of us has turned the other down.
Right now, you're probably thinking to yourself, "
This guy is FULL of shit. There ain't no bar like that. There ain't no family like that
." Well folks, you believe what you want to believe. All I can do is relay the tales.
I guess I should start off by telling you how we got to where we are today, four sisters and one very horny husband and brother in law living and loving one another. It wasn't always like this. I've known the sisters since Cindy and I first started dating almost 30 years ago. We met when she was a junior in high school. I had recently graduated and was attending a dance with a mutual friend of ours. We met on the dance floor and have been together ever since. Carla is three years older than Cindy and I. She was wild when she was younger and really hasn't slowed down much since then. Fran is just about two years younger than us and Amy brings up the rear, being five years younger than Cindy and me.
The ladies have always been a tight knit family. Cindy and I were living out west when we heard about her folk's dying. I really liked my in-laws. The first time I met my father in law, he offered me a beer. I was underage so I declined, but then, I've always been a Jack Daniel's Man myself. I had it in the Coke I was holding in my hand when we first met. My mother in law was as beautiful as she was kind. She accepted me into her family as soon as Cindy and I became serious. I loved them both very much and miss them to this day.
The call came in on a Tuesday night. Amy was crying on the phone and it was all I could do to understand her. I handed the phone to Cindy and watched as her calm demeanor turned to tears. Her folks had been killed in an auto accident. To say we were shocked would be an understatement. We had just visited them about a month previous to the accident. With heavy hearts, Cindy and I headed back east to attend the funeral.
It was tough watching my wife and her sisters grieve. Their pain was very evident in thoughts, words and deeds. The four of them hung close to one another throughout the wake and funeral. I stayed within earshot should they have needed me for anything. Grief is a funny thing, it can tear families apart, or, it can bring them closer together. Luckily for me, it was the latter.
Cindy and her sisters have always been pretty independent. They all moved out of the house during college and only returned to visit. Granted, they visited my inlaws on almost a daily basis, but they were at least on their own. Something changed after my inlaws were killed. Cindy and I started getting more phone calls during the week and the sisters were always making excuses to come out and visit us. I certainly wasn't going to complain since all three of my wife's sisters were good looking. Look, I'm not going to lie and tell you they were all
HOT
. They weren't, but they were damn sexy just the same. Plus, the chance to "accidentally" see them coming out of the shower was always on my mind. It never happened, but the idea had crossed my mind. Although I'd often fantasized about sleeping with one of my sister in laws and propositioned them all, I knew my chances of getting the opportunity to do so was non-existent, that all changed three years ago when Carla came out to visit.
Carla had just gone through a divorce. Cindy and I had bought a run down club in town and we were in the process of trying to build up business. The locals found it a great place to unwind after a hard day's work and, being on the main drag through town, we got our share of truckers and travelers as well. Business was starting to look up and we were in need of help. Carla's arrival was unexpected and coincidental but turned out to be the best thing to happen to me since I met Cindy.
I knew there was trouble as soon as she walked in the door. "
Well, well, look what the cat dragged in
!" I smiled as Carla walked through the door. The place was empty and Cindy and I were just talking trash behind the bar. Carla flipped me the bird.
"
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on
" she quickly shot back. "
No, wait, you'd enjoy that way too much!
"
Cindy ran around the bar and gave her sister a big hug. I served a beer to one of our regulars and told him it was on the house. I noticed the Cindy and Carla had headed off to one of the back booths so I took my time getting over there. I have Carla a big hug and a peck on the lips and asked her how she was doing. She just sighed heavily.
"
Oh the usual. I've gone through yet another relationship. My fucking husband tells me he's fallen in love with his secretary. What a crock of shit. That little bitch must be fucking him on his desk. Fucking whore! He hasn't slept with me in three months!
"
"
Isn't that how you met him?
" I meant it as a joke but Carla immediately burst into tears.
"
Fuck you asshole!
"
My wife shot me a look that pretty much told me my humor was
not
appreciated at the moment. She helped Carla up and they both headed off to the ladies room. I returned to the bar to find my regular customer shaking his head.
"
You have got to be the dumbest Mother Fucker I've ever met.
"
"
Well, at least I'm at the top of someone's list.
"
Half an hour later, I was working by myself. Cindy and Carla headed off for the house and I had to deal with "Happy Hour" by myself. I thought about closing up and hanging a "Family Emergency – Sorry We're Closed" sign in the window, but as good as business was, we needed the money. I lucked out. I was able to call in one of our other waitresses and she and I handled the crowd no problem. I was not looking forward to going home though. I figured having two women mad at me, instead of my usual one, was not going to make my night.
When I got home, Cindy was sitting at the table nursing a beer.
"
Where's Carla?
" I asked quietly.
"
Oh, she headed off to bed. She told me to tell you she forgives you for being a shit head and to let you know there's no hard feelings
."
"
Well, that's a relief. I was already to get down on my hands and knees and beg forgiveness
."
