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!
This is an adults only story. If you are underage in the community you live in, please do not go any further. Thank you and happy reading!
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.
"How'd you guess?"
"Well, duh! I mean come on. They miss you, you miss them, I'm sure they'd like to stay out here a bit to hang out. So, when to they get here?"
"Sometime this week. From the sound of it, Fran and Amy can use a break from the big city. I told them they could stay with us and just hang out if they want or they could head over to the coast to check the ocean out. They said they'd think about it and get back to us. I'm so damn excited Tommy! The four of us haven't been together since mom and dad's funeral." Cindy seemed quite excited by the situation and it would be good to have some more eye candy around here, even if it was only for a week or two.
Carla, although happy, seemed a bit put out. "What about our 'situation'? I mean, how do we explain the sleeping arrangements?"
"Maybe we can sneak in a session here and there," I quickly replied.
"I don't know, it sounds kind of risky. We don't want them to think we've started a swinger's club." Cindy chimed in.
"Hey, they're old enough and big enough to handle it. Besides, we can always invite them to join in!" Carla smiled.
"What are you trying to do, kill me?" I laughed.
Fast forward to a week later. I am now living with four, very sexy and very exhibitionist, women. Fran and Amy arrived the weekend after our phone conversation. They arrived while I was working the bar. Cindy and Carla had decided to stay home to greet the girls when they arrived. I wasn't going to argue with them about that so I called in Debbie and Susie to help me out at the bar. The bar was quite busy that night and I didn't arrive home until after midnight. I found all four sisters on the couch laughing and reminiscing about old times.
"Hey, look what the cat dragged in!" Fran exclaimed. She and Amy both got up and gave me big hugs and kisses. "Barkeep, a drink for my dear brother in law! Oh, wait, you ARE the barkeep, guess you'll have to make your own!" Fran joked.
"Hardy, har, har, guess how many times I've heard that one, my dear?" Fran pouted a little until I quickly added, "Lots, but not from someone as cute as you."