Tags- MFF, FF, interracial, incest (adopted sisters), oral, dildo, romance, exhib, voy, casual polyamory.
Intro- This story is fictional and meant for mature open minds. Please do not read it if you object to graphic sex featuring the tags listed above.
If you are a regular reader of my work, this story takes place a month after "Bad Connections" and thirteen months after "Girls Dorm Gathering". It features original characters from both works and continues themes established therein. You can also enjoy it as a stand-alone. The depiction of the Shapiro family's libertine Christian sect is religious satire, which I believe should be protected speech, although I do know many Christians in real life who emphasize compassion over judgment. The opinions I argue in this story are mine. I hope they are respected by readers if not shared. Regarding the character Reverend Benjamin Shapiro, I conceived this character years before the pundit with the same name and wildly different political views became famous. I don't see a need to change my character's name because of that pundit. Part of me even likes the irony. But let me reiterate- this story is fiction and was written for entertainment purposes only. Silvan Farrow and the Friendship are also fiction outside my writing far as I know. Every reader's religious views are their business. I, like my characters, find it best to concentrate on compassion and love.
Positive or constructive feedback on all my works is appreciated.
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Austin, TX. November 1997.
Thanksgiving was over. The weekend remained.
Doug Ramsay hoped it would go well. He was uncertain, though. Before she left for her own Thanksgiving visit to her family, his girlfriend Lisa Coleman had reminded him of her plans for their future. "In two weeks we will enjoy our first orgy together. But before that, you need to get close to and enjoy one on one time with all my regular female lovers. That way, we'll know if there can be an emotional connection between you. The best sex requires that, after all."
Earlier that day he had gotten a text message from Lisa reminding him she had set up a date for him with two of her girlfriends that evening. "Go and enjoy it. I dare you."
There could be no arguing with those words.
She wants to lessen any awkwardness between me and her girlfriends, Doug mused. Lisa and I have been dating two months, and she's pretty much hoarded me for herself during that time. Not that I've minded, but I'm aware she is also lovers with the other three women who share her house. Lisa spends nights with them on the three nights a week I can't be with her due to my job. They're all my friends too, I've chatted and flirted with them when I've seen them and there is physical attraction between us... but we're not close. I know nothing about them other than what Lisa has told me, and I can hardly believe some of it.
Shauna and Tara Shapiro are two foster twin sisters of African and Arab descent in a committed relationship with each other. Their adopted father is a Christian preacher, a Marine chaplain to be precise. Supposedly their dad is okay with their relationship. That bothers me- the devout Christians in my family would never be comfortable with such a thing. Elena Ruiz is a bit easier to accept. A bisexual Hispanic beauty dating my friend Boris, best friends with benefits with Lisa, keeping her bisexuality in the closet. And she's lovers with Shauna and Tara too. Lisa made sure I met them all before we slept together the first time, and that I knew of her relationships with them which she wanted to maintain. She hopes we will all have group sex together in two weeks' time.
Doug was under no illusions that the four girls would then become his harem. Lisa had made clear he was hers and the other three had affirmed it, saying he would just be extra fun for them. He didn't think he could handle more than one regular relationship anyway. Nor was he selfish enough to consider threatening what Elena had with Boris, or what Shauna and Tara had together. Lisa wouldn't like that either. She and I are in love, Doug reminded himself. The rest of her girlfriends will just be my casual friends with benefits. Yeah, Lisa is close to them- she's known them a little over a year and they've lived in the same house most of that, frequently hooking up with each other when not dating other lucky people. Only we have the romantic connection, though. She's told me the easiest way to organize a polyamory network is for primary partners to pair off, and the other connections stay casual. Some people can handle a trio or even greater numbers, but she isn't that adept. I don't think I am either. Nevertheless I do want to make an effort to get close with these other women. I'd have to turn down the group sex invitation otherwise, and there's no way I'm doing that.
He laughed, checking his looks in the mirror of his bedroom. Doug was a young man of eighteen years with a stocky dancer's body sculpted by regular exercise. He had dark blonde hair and a thin beard Lisa and many other women found attractive. Horn-rimmed glasses framed his light blue eyes. He spoke with a faux upper-class British accent, something he'd cultivated to overcome a speech impediment and social awkwardness. I'm not sure what it is that attracts women to me, Doug would say if asked. Some find me handsome, charismatic. But more than that, it's an interest in helping and pleasing others. I get satisfaction from that. People trust me too- especially once they get to know me. I'm always happy to help them out as best I can and be their friend. The first girl I dated in high school, an Asian nerd named Sun Ren, said I was like a Device Optimized for Ultimate Gratification, a DOUG. We had a good laugh over that.
Doug had just gotten back from visiting his family for Thanksgiving the previous day. He'd returned to the University of Texas at Austin, resumed his first year of college. He studied History and Criminal Justice, hoping for a career in law enforcement. He also worked a part time security job in the club district and low-income apartment complexes. Doug had just finished a security shift at one of the apartment complexes that Saturday afternoon. After getting home, he'd changed out of his uniform. He now wore a black button up shirt and jeans. He combed his hair and spritzed on cologne, hoping his appearance would please Lisa's roommates.
I have a dinner date with the Shapiro sisters tonight, he reminded himself. Lisa wants me to get to know them and then if things get intimate, great. She's a budding psychologist, probably senses I have more trouble accepting their background than Elena's. Lisa always likes to handle complicated problems quickly as she can. My first test for the orgy was simple- I had to visit a strip club and enjoy casual intimacy with several different girls there while not questioning their morality or getting too close to them. Then I had to learn my friend Boris was bisexual- like Elena, he's in the closet to those who don't need to know- and still accept him as a platonic friend. That wasn't hard to do. Yet Lisa was worried because I've had some issues with gay bashers in my past- growing up in conservative parts of Texas carries that hazard. I'm straight, yet I had disagreements with the bashers because I consider myself an ally of people with alternative sexualities. I still keep a comfortable distance from gay men, though- Lisa had to make sure I knew about Boris and could handle sharing Elena with him in the orgy they have planned. It should be fine, our boundaries are set. All that remains is getting to know the women with whom I'll later be having sex. That shouldn't be hard, right?
He could not help but feel a bit of unease. Doug had never been religious- his family had dragged him to church like a lot of kids and he'd gone through the motions of attendance- but he always saw it as more of a chore than a necessity. He'd always believed in God- humanity was more than just random lucky chemistry and physics, right?- but didn't think all the rituals of religion were necessary for life. He also disliked all the moral conflicts, hypocrisy, people who prioritized condemnation over charity... Doug pushed it all out of his mind. He was not such a person. He was into redemption and mercy, not condemnation. That was good.
I hope the Shapiro sisters see that in me, he thought, and that they are not such people either. They don't seem like it, but... I just hope this goes well.
Heh, he thought, I've never been religious, but that was almost a prayer.
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He drove over to Lisa's rented two story house on the West Campus. A tall beautiful black woman met him at the door. Shauna Shapiro was of North African descent with a slim figure and short curly hair only slightly lighter black than her skin. She wore a white cotton blouse and tan skirt. Doug recalled she was the more outgoing of the Shapiro sisters. She greeted him with a smile. "Hello, Doug."
"Shauna," he greeted her with a nod, then stepped inside. "We alone?"
"Tara's in the kitchen fixing food. Otherwise, yes."
Lisa and Elena are both still out of town visiting their families, Doug remembered. "Okay, well, let's go help your sister out. I'm supposed to get to know you two tonight. We can talk while we work."
"Sounds good, Doug. Let's spend the evening getting to know each other better."
Her knowing smile told him sex would definitely be part of that if things went well.
Doug followed Shauna into the kitchen. Another beautiful woman of medium height with caramel skin and long wavy dark hair stood at the island there chopping up vegetables. Tara was black like her sister, but shorter and more of Arab descent than African. She had a slim waisted and bustier figure and wore a silver cotton blouse and black slacks that showed it off well. Her facial features closely resembled Shauna's- if not for the different skin tones and body shapes, Doug could easily believe they were sisters by birth. Nineteen years old, he recalled, and they've told me they aren't sure who's older.
Tara looked up from her cutting and beamed a grin at them both. "Hey, Dougie. How's it going?"
"Great." She's a beautiful woman, Doug reminded himself. You can tolerate the nickname you normally dislike from her.
Neither sister had dressed up for him, he further mused. Their clothes were simple, not elegant. Yet each sister filled them out well. He could smell a combination of scented soaps in the air that was enticing. The food on the stove- a pan of ground beef and another of boiling noodles- smelled good also. "What are we fixing?"
"Spaghetti with salad and meat sauce," Tara said. "Lisa says you were raised by an Italian. Tell me if I'm doing things wrong, okay?"
He looked over her ingredients and setup. "Seems fine to me. I have to confess, though, I only paid my stepfather's cooking cursory attention. What can I do to help?"
"Just keep those pans stirring," Shauna suggested. "I'll set the table and fix our drinks." She took a bottle of red wine out of the fridge and stuck a corkscrew in the top. Doug guessed that twenty-two year old Elena had bought the wine and reminded himself to drink in moderation. Shauna also poured them each a glass of milk. While she set the drinks and dishes on the table, Tara continued cutting vegetables for the salads. Doug checked the pans- everything seemed fine and smelled great.
