Karen was wonderful wife. She was attentive, always beautiful and great in bed. It was hard not to think of the sex I'd had with her mother but not a single word about the incident had gone between Marie and I in the ensuing two years. Karen graduated summa cum laude from Catholic University. Her parents had a big party planned for her when we got back up to Maine.
I probably should note that much to our dismay Marie did get pregnant from our encounter. I couldn't believe it and almost freaked out when she told me. My mind had raced uncontrollably but Marie had calmly stated that she would take care of the situation and that I should worry in the least. Of course I did worry anyway but Marie was very reassuring that our good relationship wouldn't be hurt and it wasn't as far as I could tell. Since she was Catholic abortion wasn't a consideration but the pregnancy of course caused many problems not the least of which was how to explain it since it was rare she had sex with her husband. Marie calmed me by telling me it had already been taken care of. She had confided in her gynecologist of her indiscretion without letting on that it was me she'd had sex with and had gotten him to agree to shift the conception date forward. When the baby arrived he'd assure everyone that the baby had come early and since Marie was a mere four weeks into her pregnancy when it was discovered it wasn't likely anyone would figure it out.
But the baby had its own plans and was actually a little late in arriving. Her doctor was concerned because of this. The baby came about eight days late and somehow no one seemed to notice that she'd arrived "early." At least no one ever said anything about it. When Marie asked me what I though we should name her I'd said that I'd always wanted my first daughter to have her mother's name. Marie responded that she thought Marie would be a wonderful name for the new arrival and even though of course that wasn't what I had meant it worked perfectly.
Because we'd maintained our residence in Virginia while Karen finished school we hadn't seen a lot of her family even over the summers. Mike had gotten married the summer before and moved to San Francisco to take a job as a risk analyst. But also the same year Karen graduated from college Leah was graduating from high school. Like her sister before her Leah had graduated with high honors. So her parents had planned a party for both of them and as they described it, no expense would be spared.
Karen and I moved up to Maine on Memorial Day weekend. We'd put most of our stuff in storage until we settled on where we were going to live. Since neither of us had a job at that point her parents had insisted we live with them.
When we got to Maine we found the first of the "surprises" her parents had promised Karen. The back yard was still humming with workers as the swimming pool was being put in. It was mostly done but of course it needed a lot of landscaping around it. Her father assured us that the landscapers would be done and gone long before the late June party they had planned. In fact both the pool and landscaping were done by the first weekend in June.
Karen loved to swim. I looked at swimming as staying alive in the water but still loved the idea of sitting around the pool on a hot day enjoying a beer and a good book while taking in the sun. Maine, however, can be rather cool in early June and so it was that year.
The big bash, as we called it, was schedule for the last Saturday of June that year. Two days prior Maine got hit with a heat wave as the temperatures suddenly soared from the mid-60s to the mid-90s and suddenly I was glad to have the pool right there. Even though the ocean was only minutes away with the water temperature hovering in the low 50s even the slightly sea breeze would render the beach very chilly.
On Friday Karen's father had talked me into going out to a local driving ranger to hit a feel balls. Even though I protested that I didn't have any idea of how to swing a golf club let alone hit the ball he prevailed. We went in separate cars because he needed to go to Portland on business when we were done. When we left Karen and Leah were busy calling people about the next day's party. Marie had a late morning appointment with the pediatrician.
Jack and I got to the driving range early. I was thrilled with myself the one time I accidentally hit the ball 200 feet. Jack, of course, was able to lob them that distance almost every time. We parted ways around ten thirty and I was home ten minutes later. As I went through the house I called out, "Karen honey, I'm home!" There was no answer. I went upstairs thinking maybe she was up there but she wasn't. Our bedroom faced the rear of the house so I looked out of it and down on the pool. I caught the sight of both Leah and Karen there. I saw Karen sitting behind her sister rubbing what I assumed was sun block on her back. But then I noticed that neither of them had the tops of their bikinis on. I couldn't see either of their breasts but felt tied to the scene.
The window to the bedroom was open so I could hear their banter. They were talking about who was coming to the party, who they liked and who they didn't like. I wanted to see more but I was afraid to go out there so I just stood staring. I heard Leah tell Karen that the massage portion of rubbing in the block felt really good and so Karen continued to massage Leah's shoulders.
I had decided that I wanted to surprise them by seemingly accidentally come upon them at the pool like they were. I virtually ran down the stairs and only slowed as I went out through the rear door to the pool.
"Hi honey I'm home!" I said almost foolishly. But what I hadn't expected to see were Karen's hands on her sister's breasts. As Karen quickly withdrew her hands my jaw dropped and I said, "Holy shit!"
Leah quickly grabbed a towel to cover herself. Karen didn't but tried to innocently ask, "What?"
"You were touching Leah's breasts."
Both Leah and Karen blushed and Karen blurted out, "No I was . . ." but stopped herself from continuing. We had had a conversation about denying the obvious and of course this was exactly that situation. It was a discussion we'd had only a few days before so it was fresh in both our minds although of course this context was never considered.
I just stood there staring at Karen, then looking at Leah, then back to Karen. This was the loudest silence I'd ever experienced. Finally I asked, "Are you two having . . ." I let my words trail off as I was actually afraid to finish the sentence.
After a couple of seconds Karen said, "Sex, are we having sex?"
"Yeah." I said almost sheepishly.
Karen looked at Leah and then up at me. She gave me this look she'd given me so many times when the answer seemed obvious but it still needed to be said.
"What do you mean by sex?" she asked.
"Well," I fumbled, "do you kiss and stuff?"
Karen again looked at Leah then as she looked back at me she nodded. "Are you mad?" She asked.
I paused and then said, "No, just surprised." I knew I couldn't be mad at her with my history with her mother. "How long have you two . . ." I was having a hard time completing sentences.
"I dunno, a long time," Karen replied.
I needed to sit down so I took the chair closest to the two of them. As I sat down I look at Leah. She was still holding the towel to her chest. "So what do we do now?" Leah asked very sheepishly as she looked towards Karen.
Karen didn't immediately reply and feeling emboldened and holding some power over them I looked at Leah and said, "Let me see your tits."
The grin that had gone across my face was quickly washed away as the both said "No!" at the same time.
"Why, they're just tits and besides which I already saw you two you know."
I knew it was a weak case but to my surprise Leah shrugged her shoulders as Karen looked at her and then dropped the towel. Leah's breasts were more like her mother's than Karen's. They were what some people would call pendulous but the nipples and areoles were puffy. I'd always had a thing about puffy nipples but prior to that moment I'd been confined to seeing them in magazines.
Finally I said to Leah, "You guys must have been out here for a while."
They looked at each other a bit confused and then Karen said, "Why?"
