Yes, it's been a while.
I wrote this a few months back as a way of wrapping the story up, and never got around to posting it. It's short and there's less sex than there was in chapters 1 and 2, but I like spending time with Andy's girls and I hope you enjoy seeing the story to its conclusion. If you do, let me know via comments, votes or messages.
I woke to find my cock being lovingly and affectionately sucked.
Kaz, fully dressed, knelt over me, her head bobbing up and down slowly as she deliberately and artfully slid me in and out of her mouth.
As she felt me stir, she looked up into my eyes. Hers were full of that familiar twinkling mischief.
To the left of me Eleanor slept, her knees drawn up to her chest so she looked very small and fragile. On the other side Jen also slept, a less elegant pose on her front, one arm stretched out full length so her fingers were mere fractions of an inch from me.
We were downstairs, of course. In honour of our first meeting I had once again dragged mattresses downstairs and we'd made a makeshift camp in the living room. Funnily enough both girls had seemed a little shyer when it was the three of us, neither wanting to make any obvious advances. Perhaps they were shy of making love to me while being watched by the other without Kaz as there as a third to change the dynamic.
I wasn't entirely sorry. I was more than happy to cuddle up with them both and watch a film on television, me in the middle with one arm around each girl. Then, when the film had finished, Eleanor had made us some decaffeinated coffee and we'd chatted quietly for a while under the blankets. Once Jen had sneaked her hand over to fondle my cock and had found Eleanor's hand already there, gently working me under the covers. She'd started to withdraw but instead Eleanor had let go of me and reached for her sister's hand instead, placing it firmly on my crotch and then taking her own hand away. Jen had smiled at her and Eleanor had smiled back.
They were special, these two sisters. For all of Jen's occasional grumbly protests, there wasn't an ounce of jealousy between them.
And now, as they slept, their best friend, clad in blue jeans and a black t shirt, her hair drawn up into a bun, sucked me and ran her fingernails gently down my stomach. I remembered her attentions to me that time in her bedroom when I hadn't been sure I could climax. This time I was worried that I would too soon. Her mouth was so skilful, with just the right combination of speed, suction and variation that I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. And it seemed such a waste, a quick and explosive climax all over in a few minutes. Good for me, perhaps, but less satisfactory for the girls.
I reached down and stroked Kaz's hair. "Slower," I said. "Please."
She smirked - in so far as she was able - and adjusted her rhythm expertly, just dialling down the pleasure enough that I could relax and enjoy it, knowing that there was no immediate danger of exploding into that lovely mouth.
Eleanor stirred and opened her eyes. She looked at me and smiled rather woozily, Then she saw Kaz and giggled softly to herself.
"Oh Andy," she murmured. "What have you got yourself into?"
"Hey!" said a grumpy voice from the other side of me. "Who said you could start without me?"
Kaz lifted her head and I drew a sharp intake of breath at the touch of the cool air on my wet cock.
"Take over," said Kaz to Jen. "I want to say good morning to Eleanor."
"Oh," said Eleanor, eyes widening. "Oh no... you really don't need to, Kaz..."
But she may as well have saved her breath. When Kaz was set on something, very little would stop her. As Jen made her way over to me, Kaz moved over to my other side and peeled away the covers from her friend. Eleanor, of course, was naked beneath them. I saw goosebumps forming on her arms and on the slopes of her lovely breasts.
Kaz somehow peeled off her skin-tight jeans in an elegant, almost single movement that mentally I made a note I should try and remember - when it came to removing my own jeans elegantly it usually turned into an undignified wrestling match with much tugging and cursing. Then, just in skimpy white panties and her black t shirt, she slid between Eleanor's legs and pushed them slightly more apart.
"Oh no," said Eleanor again, but with even less conviction. "Oh Kaz..."
I felt Jen's mouth envelop me and I looked down to watch her. She too was engrossed by the tableau on the other side of me, her eyes greedily taking in the scene even as she moved her head up and down. I didn't blame her for not giving me her full attention.
Eleanor sighed again, a long, happy drawn out sound. She stretched out both her arms and surrendered herself to Kaz's attentions. I took the hand nearest to me in mine. After a second, Jen did the same, putting her hand over mind so the three of us had our hands stacked like in that children's game.
Eleanor closed her eyes. "That's so lovely... oh yes, that's so lovely... I do love you Kaz... Oh, that's so..."
Jen's breathing had changed as she watched this. I wasn't surprised by what she decided next. She removed her mouth, moved up my body, and lowered herself down onto me, never taking her eyes off the action unfolding beside us. Then she bent down and lay on my chest, her head just below my chin. She twitched her hips against me in an unmistakeable request. Or perhaps it was a command. Either way, I was happy to comply.
I began to thrust slowly up into her, my spare arm encircling her. The other was still stretched out so I could hold Eleanor's hand. From deep within Jen I felt a small grunt of satisfaction.
Kaz's tongue was clearly working overtime now. Eleanor was squirming and writhing and beginning to gasp. Her grip tightened on mine, a surprising strength for such a slight, gentle girl.
"Oh Kaz... you're going to make me... yes... please Kaz... don't stop... oh god I love the way you... mmm... oh..."
Like all of them, my own excitement was building. I began to fuck Jen more firmly, tightening my grip on her, using her body more urgently and selfishly. She didn't seem to mind, turning her attention more fully to me and reaching up to lock her mouth to mine.
"Yes. Fuck yes, Andy! Fuck me hard while Kaz makes Lennie come. Please fuck me hard!"
It is not often, I imagine, that two sisters orgasm within a few seconds of each other in the same room. I'd like to say it was at the same moment, but Eleanor came first by a few seconds, a long drawn out howl of pleasure that was quite uncharacteristic of her. The sound seemed to trigger Jen, she suddenly locked her legs more tightly around me and stopped moving, her body stiffening and going rigid.
"Oh fuck yes!" she said. "Oh fuck fuck yes!"
I felt her muscles contract and her whole body tremble. I lay still, looking up at her. I resisted the urge to fuck her harder, to get myself over the edge and climax deep inside her, which nearly every fibre of my being was urging me to do.
"Oh god... I do love being fucked... so much."
Kaz eased herself out from between Eleanor's legs.
"Did he come in you Jen? Or have you left him for me to finish off?"
It was amusing - but also terrifically sexy - that she asked Jen rather than me. I was, in many ways, their sexual toy. They liked me, I think they even loved me, but their own bonds of friendship and affection came first, and I would never be a full member of that circle. And that was entirely right. I certainly wasn't complaining.
"He's all yours," said Jen, rolling off me with uncharacteristic generosity and grace. "I'm not sure my pussy can take ever having sex again."
"Wanna bet?" asked Kaz. "I reckon forty-five minutes tops."
Even as she spoke Kaz was slipping off her underwear and tugging her top upwards to reveal that she hadn't bothered with a bra that day.
She looked at me with that lovely devilish glint.
"Consent is very important," she said to me solemnly. "Do I have your consent for sexual intercourse, Andy?"
"Um," I said. "Let me think about it."
She nodded, and reached out and put her hand around my cock.