Author's note: This is actually part three in a series I'd had started some time ago. If you are new to the series, please check out "Triplets: Three Are One" and "Triplets 2: A Game of Risk" (parts 1 and 2) in order to get the full backstory. This story is entirely fiction and all characters are over the consenting age of 18.
While I do not condone ANY illegal sexual acts, this story focuses largely on an incestuous relationship between a set of triplets (one male, two females). Please keep in mind that this is FICTION.
Feedback is always welcome. For those of you who've been following this story, I'm sorry it took so long to complete. Writer's block can be a mean bastard sometimes. Without further ado, here's the story:
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Triplets 2: A Game of Risk: Playmates
When I pulled the door closed after us, I looked at Lydia pleasantly and said, "Once more into the breach, eh?"
Lydia smiled gently, her pink lips curling up just the tiniest bit. "Aye, and a cold breach it is. 'Twas nice to visit with Dani briefly. Time has been good to her- and you. I take it that Sammie has fared just as nicely?"
"Oh, no," I said with as much conviction as I could muster. "Horrible. Grotesque, even. Poor Sammie. Weighs a ton. We had to cut a hole in the side of the house once, just to let her get some fresh air. And she's grown fangs, too. Say... do you think it's healthy for a person's skin to have a greenish hue? Frog-like?"
Lydia leaned her head back again to laugh out loud, knowing that I was being entirely facecious. "Smart AND witty," she said. "Ye just better pray that word does nae get back to Sammie that ye said that."
I shrugged, smiled and said, "Okay. Don't believe me. But when she asks you for a pint of blood, don't come looking to me for help. Can't say I didn't warn you." I let that stand for beat and then went on. "Of course, she's fine. And she's the spitting image of Dani, with the exception of having longer hair. You'll see after we're done out here- if, that is, I can manage to coax her out of her inner sanctum." I noted the small cloud of frost that had once been my breath as we stood there, in the cold morning air, the snow falling around us. "She's been working on a website lately," I said absently. "Apparently, it's been consuming a lot of her time. But I'm sure that she'll set aside a few minutes to visit. And if she doesn't... well... there's always torture."
Lydia nodded, looking serious. "It just so happens that I know some torture tricks of my own, a wee bit I learned here and there over the years. If I cannae convince her to visit wi' me, then I'll declare defeat, hang up me hat and just go home."
I pulled my jacket around me a little more closely, to ward off the morning chill. "Well, I just hope that you don't leave too soon. Enough banter, though. Let's get you a good look at those heaters." I led her away from the door, making a path of footprints in the snow around the side of the house to where the ladder was. "These things are remarkbly good at what they do," I said, hearing her shuffle quietly behind me, the sound of fresh snow crunching under her feet. "Gloves are almost unnecessary when working with these things, they put out so much heat. You could just put your hand up against the gutter and it'll feel as warm as a summer day."
Lydia, with what seemed like no effort at all, had slipped back into "inspector mode", and kept up with me. "Have ye given any thought to having them in the gutters year-round?" she asked. "I mean, let's be realistic here. Someone has one o' these things installed and they're not likely to think of removing them when Spring comes along, right? And what about that? When it gets hot?"
I nodded enough so that she could see the back of my head bob in understanding. "I already considered that," I answered. "I plan to install a temperature sensor later on so that, when it gets hot outside or when they generate enough of their own heat, they'll shut down or go into a sort of 'pause' mode. I'd be sick to my stomach if I heard that one of my devices burned someone's house down."
We reached the ladder I had placed next to the side of the house, just next to the garage, where the roof was lowest. I oferred the lead to Lydia, who nodded kindly and started to climb it with no trouble. "Well what about wear an' tear?" she asked with a small grunt as she lifted her small body up one ladder rung after another, slowly and methodically. "Summer heat an' all would play hell wi' that polymer plastic, I should think."
I gave the stock response every engineer learns in college. "I'm working on that." I craned my neck upwards to watch her climb towards the roof, to make sure that she didn't slip accidentally, and was stunned to see that I had a perfect view up her skirt. It was dark, considering the skirt's ankle-length, but the morning light was being reflected off the ladder rungs and provided JUST enough light to catch a glimpse here and there. Each time she bent her knee to push herself upwards, I was awarded with an eyeful of her inner thighs which, much to my utter delight, were naked and purely white as the snow dancing around us. She wasn't wearing any underwear. I think my heart skipped a beat or two at that revelation. Her pink folds looked good enough to lap upon for hours on end.
When she reached the roof, she pulled herself onto it with ease and was gone from sight. Seconds later, she poked her head over the edge, looking down at me, and said, "Are ye comin' or what?"
I just stood there and blinked, trying very hard not to say, "Give me another show like that I'll be coming like a firehose." Instead I just stared at her stupidly until a snowflake fell into my right eye, which forced me to blink and come back to reality. "Yeah. Uhm. Just a sec." I mechanically reached out for the ladder and began to climb up, probably a little faster than was safe, but my mind was kind of muddled at the moment. Luckily, I made it up to the roof without slipping and was atop my house with this lovely woman. When I reached her position, I was breathing somewhat heavily, and said, "Who's leading who, anyway?"
Lydia sat back on her delectible duff and waved. "Oh, I've got no illusions. You're in charge here, Jake. Where to first?"
I looked around the rooftop dumbly for a moment, appreciating the view of my quiet neighborhood from on high. Glancing over to a far corner, the one closest to my bedroom, I pointed. "How about we start over there? That's where the power supply is at as well as the main guts of the wiring. That should provide you with a few minutes of inspection time."