Tales From the Four Sisters Saloon
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!
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2 Becomes 4
It's been two months or so since the Two Sisters Saloon became the Four Sisters Saloon. The fateful call, that awoke us out of our post coital haze, has brought my other two beloved sister in laws out to live with us. It's been absolute heaven since then.
"Hello?" I said sleepily, as I answered the phone.
"Hey there Thomas, how are you?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked.
"Okay, so far. Hey, wait a minute, is that you Fran?"
"Yeah, it's me Tommy, how are things out there in the middle of nowhere?"
"Fine, fine. I haven't hear that sweet voice of your's in months! How are you doing? How's Amy?"
"Oh, we're both doing okay."
I noticed a hesitancy in her voice. "Everything okay sweetie?"
"Damn, is it that noticable?"
"Yeah, it is."
"Well, things haven't been going all that well around here. Amy and I miss you guys, especially our sisters. Why'd you have to take Carla away from us?"
"Hey, slow down there. We didn't force her to come out here! After her divorce, she decided to leave all the baggage behind and come out here. We had no intention of taking her away from you and Amy"
"I'm sorry Tommy, it's just that Amy and I could use a good shoulder to cry on every now and then. Carla was really good at talking things out with us. Now, we don't have that anymore."
"Who's on the phone?" asked Cindy.
"It's Fran but I think Amy is with her too." I replied quickly.
Cindy grabbed the phone from my hand and quickly started chatting up her sisters. All I could hear of the conversation was a lot of uh-huhs, yeahs, okays, that would be fines and anytime. Cindy handed the phone to Carla and it was more of the same. I got up to pee and by the time I got back, the phone was back in it's cradle.
"So, when do they get here?" I asked with a smile.