The Laaning sisters duly arrived at Vivian's regularly rented apartment. They quickly settled in and established a copacetic living arrangement. It helped that there was not a serious sibling rivalry between them. The fact that they occasionally indulged in lesbian sex was definitely a factor in lessening any tension or friction that might normally arise from disagreements.
Basically since they were farmer's daughters they were not lazy. Each of them as soon as they had reached the age of four years, were assigned chores they had to do. And their farm duties became more demanding as they got older. In living together they instinctively divided their necessary household chores equally without either one of them harboring any resentment or apprehension of any unfair division of labor. Vivian expected to do more once Erica's baby arrived, but she knew her sister would not shirk whatever of her duties that she was capable of fulfilling.
Within a week of their arrival in Madison, Erica succeeded in obtaining a suitable server's position in a high quality restaurant. She was forthright in acknowledging by now her very obvious pregnant condition, but was able to persuade her interviewer that she would not be missing any undue amount of time as a result. Being able to advise that she shared living accommodations with her sister satisfied her interviewer that she could be trusted to be reliable employee.
In contemplating her senior year at the University of Wisconsin, Vivian formed the belief that she would be engaging in an anti-climatic underwhelming academic year. In her three previous undergraduate years, she had established a superior GPA such that only an uncharacteristically bizarre lack of effort on her part could destroy. Her provisional acceptance to the University of Chicago Law School could only be negated by an unrealistic complete collapse in her studies.
As for the potential for sexual activities in the upcoming year, her prospects seemed dim. Nigel Koeninger and Khalil Ford, her most reliable, and enjoyable fuck buddies in the past two years were gone via graduation. Those she had been intimate with and who were still available on campus were an uninspiring lot. To think that Frank Underwood, the pompous twit who spurned her explicit invitation to fuck on the night she met Angela, was the best of the said uninspiring lot, made Vivian's despair quite understandable.
Although, Vivian was without reservation happy and content to having her sister, Erica as a room mate, there was no denying that such situation did dampen the opportunities for even a one night stand. Now it wasn't the case, that Erica would not get out of the way and keep to herself in the second bedroom of the apartment. And of course, Erica did not begrudge any sexual fun that Vivian could procure. Still it did not feel right to Vivian to engage in sex while her sister would be having none and subject to hearing the sounds of her sexual activity.
The obvious solution to such dilemma is to indulge in a threesome. We have already known that the Laaning sisters have no problems in participating in such private orgies. However they were to learn that the same might not be equally palatable to the tastes of their prospective male third.
One night in October, Vivian was able to entice a gentleman she met in a downtown bar to come back to her apartment. Upon spotting the very pregnant and semi nude Erica sitting nonchalantly on the living room sofa, the said gentleman screamed:
"What's this? What the fuck is going on?"
Vivian tried to pacify the situation by stating:
"Relax Malcolm! (That was the gentleman's name) You can have the two of us for the price of one!"
The gentleman named Malcolm screamed even louder:
"You fucking whores! I don't pay for sex."
And the gentleman named Malcolm stormed out of Vivian's apartment never to be seen again. Vivian realized her choice of words were unfortunate, but she couldn't help bemoaning to Erica:
"Shit! Dammit! In getting him to our apartment I never mentioned money. All the conversation between us were consistent to the idea that we were into a consensual sex situation. Despite my phrasing he had no reason to assume we were hookers!"
At this, all Erica could offer was:
"You win some! You lose some!"