Millie, Mandy and Mary are sisters. They are actually one year apart but are usually taken to be triplets. All about forty now, for as long as they have been adults, they have met for lunch every two weeks to catch up on each others' lives and enjoy the close bond they developed after their dad left their mom when Mary, the eldest, was almost thirteen. Janet worked hard to raise them; she never re-married but her ex's brother, Uncle Jim, was often around to help with chores. He became the girls' surrogate father and always seemed to show up when one of them needed a male shoulder to cry on, some advice about boys, male strength or someone who unconditionally cared about them.
"Uncle Jim" and their mom grew up on adjacent farms and are about the same age. He got married a few years after their mom did and is the surviving half of a couple that is still talked about by all the old timers in this medium sized, farming town. He is in his late sixties now and was widowed early when the former beauty queen he married died of breast cancer. They had been such a loving, naughty, un-inhibited couple they prompted a lot of whispered stories among the town's population. The gossip was earned. Over the years, Jim and Fran had been caught having sex at all times of the day and night, in the barn, in a water trough, with her bent over a tractor in an open field, playing in a stream or naked with Fran tripping from one very vocal climax to another on their front lawn.
Millie, Mandy and Mary learned a lot about sex by asking their mother questions after family visits to their naughty Aunt's and Uncle's house. Jim and Fran also visited a few times. They were noisy, creative lovers. Janet had a lot to explain after her brother-in-law and his insatiable, noisy wife went home. Janet knew the girls masturbated in their rooms to the sounds that emanated from the poorly sound proofed guest room. Often Janet and her ex got turned on too and the headboard of their bed gave their girls a thumping rhythm to guide their fingers.
Truthfully, at that time, Janet didn't know enough to explain some of the goings on but after Uncle Jim's wife died and their father left, they all discovered Uncle Jim would answer their wilder questions without embarrassing them. He is tall, thin, muscular, handsome - in a rugged sort of way, and is always upbeat and positive. He also has the brightest, twinkling green eyes you have ever seen. Everyone likes Jim, however, many women remember the stories they've heard, so they look down and blush when they talk to him.
Today's main lunch topic among the sisters was Mary's eldest daughter. Ellen had become a very militant feminist during her two years away at college and was rapidly incorporating biting, man-hating rhetoric into her daily conversations. Granted, the men at her job were hitting on her, she didn't feel her pay was equal and, like in many small towns, there really was a lot of chauvinism. Ellen was asking to move back home for a while to get her finances in order after she and her boyfriend broke up. Mary was worried that Ellen's vitriol would rub off on her young children from her second marriage. Even after thousands of words and three glasses of wine, no one had come up with any ideas.
Millie, the youngest, snickered and her eyes danced giving away her naughty thoughts. Mandy said, "What are you thinking?"
"Nothing really, I was remembering the results of our "Truth or Dare" game back when I turned eighteen."
There was a pause and in unison all three said, "Uncle Jim."
Mary tried to dampen their initial thought, "How would we get Ellen to stay with him? Besides he's old now. I bet he's not like he was twenty years ago."
Millie added, "Mom still visits him at least a couple of times a month." There was a gasp and Mandy said, "She does? I didn't know that."
"You've been busy with your family and work."
The new round of wine was one too many glasses for each of them. They were quiet, remembering pleasant, naughty times. The dare had been for each of them to spend a week with Uncle Jim. Their mom heard about the dare. All she said was, "You are all over eighteen, make your own decisions but you will definitely be changed after you spend a week with him."
Way back then, Mandy, always the bold one, asked her mother, "Have you had sex with Uncle Jim?"
Their mother's response shocked them. They never talked about her answer, "I'm not going to elaborate, but you cannot be female, be around your Uncle Jim and not have sex with him." There was no reason for any of the three sisters to talk about this again, because within three months, each of them had spent a week at Uncle Jim's. Each had wild satisfying sex with him and, now, after twenty years, each still secretly fantasizes about a repeat performance whether they are married or not.
It was time for Millie's two cents, "Mary, you could tell Ellen that she can stay with you but you have to remodel or something. That Uncle Jim's place is closer to town and that he has agreed that she can stay there while you get her room ready for her to move in."
They were all having fun adding to the plan when Mary spoke about her own daughter, "She definitely would not be as militant a feminist after a couple of weeks with him. He sure made me glad I am female."
Mary called Uncle Jim from the restaurant. He readily agreed and said he hoped each of them would come visit him soon. Mary let her alcohol loosened tongue go too far. Uncle Jim might be nearing seventy but he is as naughty and playful as ever.
"I heard mom visits you a couple of times a month."
"Yes she does. Lovely, sexy, hot, tasty woman, your mother.
