This story is a follow on to the story
The Arrangement
published on Literotica, (11/26/2020,
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-arrangement-24
.) This story stands alone and reading
The Arrangement
is not required to understand this story. However, reading
The Arrangement
may be entertaining on its own merits and may provide insights into the relationships in this story. One further note on the original story: if you do read it you'll discover that I accidentally placed it in the Incest/Taboo story category when I submitted it. It properly belongs in the Loving wives category. I will not make the same mistake with this continuation.
"Fuck, it was a hot summer."
My name is Lori Hardy and in May I completed my sophomore year at university. My older brother, Casey, also finished his junior year at the same university. Two of our best friends, Josh and Ivy, also attend the same university and finished their sophomore and junior years respectively.
Casey and I grew up with Ivy and Josh. Our parents lived in the same development and have been good friends since before we were born. The Hardy and Curtis families celebrated many holidays together as well as birthdays and anniversaries. It was inevitable that we kids would eventually attend the same university.
As a freshman, my first few days on campus were slightly disorienting and Josh, who was in a similar position, was a welcome companion. A year earlier, Ivy provided similar guidance for Casey. The freedom that came with college life and being four hundred miles from home was intoxicating. We were there for the education but the social life on campus frequently interfered. Josh was a rock that I could anchor myself to and I depended on him for safe and intelligent guidance. Together, we explored the library with no charge book loans, the book store with it's not so free books and university logoed clothing, the student cafeteria with reasonably priced food and snacks and the student union where we could get free condoms.
Josh took me to several fraternity parties and saved me more than once from a brother who thought he'd like to see the inside of my panties. He stuck to me like a big brother and I adored him.
That first year, we were home for the winter break. As usual, our families celebrated New Year's Eve together. At midnight, actually eleven pm, we were watching the network coverage of the Waterford crystal ball drop in Times Square. At New York City midnight, we hugged and kissed each other. Nobody was missed. I kissed all four of the men and the men each kissed all four of the women. We'd done it every December 31
st
. It wasn't a big deal until I kissed Josh.
Something rattled my body and my mind went blank for a second. I attributed it to having spent so much time on campus with him over the last four months, until I kissed him again during the telecast of the Chicago fireworks an hour later. My panties got wet. I wasn't a virgin and I knew what that meant.
The first week back on campus, Josh and I attended another fraternity party. That night I ended up between the sheets in Josh's dorm room and we made love for the first time.
Sex with Josh became a regular event during the rest of our freshman year. It wasn't easy. We met in our dorm rooms when we were able to talk our roommates into leaving us alone for a couple of hours. Other venues were the dusty stacks of forgotten areas of the library, the backseat of Josh's car and, twice, in an off campus motel.
The first summer home was only marginally better. We could use my or his bedroom on occasion but the back seat of the car still remained an option. It was during that summer that we discovered that Casey and Ivy were having the same problem. I was surprised but not shocked when Casey told me. Their story was similar to ours and we, all four of us, brainstormed about a solution.
We settled on applying for rooms in a coed dorm where Ivy and I would be roommates and Josh and Casey the same. We were amazed and overjoyed when the university approved our requests, even though the requests for juniors and sophomores to room together was unusual. Our parents thought it was wonderful when we told them about the new dorm assignments. We didn't include all the details when we talked to them. We failed to tell them that the rooms were in the same coed dorm or that Ivy and Josh planned to exchange rooms with each other. And we didn't tell them that we were having sex with each other.
We weren't the only residents of the coed dorm with coed roommates. The resident student advisor of the dorm overlooked the violation of the dorm rules since he was sharing his room with another female student.
That arrangement worked extremely well. None of us had to ask our roommate to vacate for a couple of hours and we never frequented the dusty stacks in the library or the back seat of Josh's car. We never shared the same dorm room at the same time with Casey and Ivy. Josh and I even managed a couple of showers together in the common shower room in the middle of the night when no one else was using the showers.
We all headed home for the winter holidays that year. Josh and I were comfortable in our relationship and we pushed the envelope using both our bedrooms. Somehow we never got caught.
New Year's Eve started just like all the others. I sensed something was different but I couldn't identify the source of my feelings. At eleven, we all hugged and kissed as usual. Kissing the men seemed different somehow but I attributed it to my emotional response to Josh that I was transferring to other men. That psychology course I had taken influencing my analysis.
Kissing Casey rattled my body and my mind went blank for a moment. I ignored it until I kissed him a second time an hour later. My panties got wet. That bothered me. Casey was my brother. I couldn't have wet panties from kissing him. It just wasn't possible. With my knowledge as an amateur psychologist and determination to avoid sexual tension with my brother, I pushed the thoughts and feelings out of my mind and consigned them to an impenetrable dark place where they remained until recently.
In early May, the four of us met for another brainstorming session. The dorms were okay but we wanted something better, more private. We knew about the other coed roommates in the dorm and we assumed they knew about us. Josh and I had even encountered another couple in the showers in the middle of the night. It was mildly embarrassing since we had removed our clothing before entering the shower room. It turned out all right though. After a slow start and introductions, we had a few laughs and made love to our partners alongside each other under the hot spray of the showers. It never happened again and I still don't know if I was relieved or disappointed. The image of having sex with another couple in the room similarly engaged stuck with me.
During our conversation, we agreed that we needed to get out of the dorm. We settled on apartments as a solution. However, we had a problem with financing them. We compromised and discussed a shared two bedroom apartment. We thought we could sell it to our parents as an economic solution to the dorms with separate bedrooms for the girls and the boys.
Casey did some research and math on his laptop and we concluded we could manage it. The cost to our parents would actually decrease but we would have to fund some incidentals, like food, since the dorms included dining privileges in the student cafeteria. We could cover that with part time work since three of us were already working in the library, as a laboratory assistant and in the bookstore. We designated Casey to put together a presentation for our parents.
We put most of our stuff from the dorms in storage and we went home near the end of May. As soon as I entered my house, I knew something was different. It felt similar to what I had felt over the holidays only more intense. I wasn't home more than ten minutes when mom wanted to talk to me.
