The next morning Janey bounced into the kitchen, full of energy and noise. She was greeted by the sullen expressions of two horny adults who knew they weren't going to be getting satisfaction for another 5 long nights. It didn't deter her or dampen her obvious energy in the slightest. She was wearing, if you could call it that, one of the wispiest, sheerest short nightgowns I had ever seen her wear, and nothing else. A blind man could have seen her she was so exposed.
It didn't do anything to relieve my hard-on. It did even less when she came over and sat on my lap, directly on my stiff cock. She wiggled around until the tip slipped out of my pajama bottoms and up between her firm thighs.
"Good Morning, Dad. Sleep well?" she chirped.
I eyed her suspiciously. Just as I thought, she was grinning impishly. I grunted and focused on not raping her right there on the granola and yogurt.
"I'm sorry if I got you in trouble. Really, I am. Is there anything I can do to make it better?" she asked seductively.
She wiggled her firm ass suggestively on my cock. It slipped a little further between her thighs. Her seductive and sexy actions belied the innocent expression on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing and the effect she was having on me.
"It's all right, Honey. I'll survive. But," I lifted her up and off my lap, "this definitely isn't going to help me survive."
"I know. I just couldn't help it. I borrowed one of Mom's sexy things to tease you," she said.
She posed obscenely for me.
"Don't you think Mom would look hot in this, Dad? Huh? How about like this?"
She bent over facing away from me. "Or maybe like this?"
She cleared the dishes from in front of me and hopped up on the table. She spread her legs wide, dipped a finger in the butter and slicked up her cunt lips.
"Oooh, I bet it would go in so smoooooth."
In desperation I stood up and went to the refrigerator. There, I got a pitcher of ice water and calmly poured half of it over her head. She sat on the table stunned, sputtering. The thin material of her gown clung like a second skin to her near naked body, giving me serious second thoughts about the wisdom of my actions. I don't recall ever seeing anything so God Damned sexy as she looked right then.
The second half of the pitcher I poured down the front of my pajama bottoms. It was the best relief I could imagine, and for the first time I could remember since I had seen them in their short T-shirts and tight shorts the morning before, I was not achingly erect.
"Go get dressed, Janey, you'll catch cold running around all wet like that," I said, sighing in relief.
She glared at me then burst out laughing. "I was just trying to make it even. Mom's taking it worse than you are!"
I looked over at Sally, surprised. Then I noticed the red eyes and the puffy lids, signs of a sleepless night. She gave me a wan smile.
She nodded at the pitcher of ice water. "Nice move. I wondered how you'd get out of it. She was determined to break you. For my sake, even if it meant having sex with you. Though I don't think the little scamp would have particularly minded doing it, at that. I'll have to remember that trick with the water. Messy, though." She nodded her head towards the corner. "Mop's in there."
I looked over to Janey. "No fair taking sides, kid. This is between your Mom and me, OK?"
"OK. Sorry." She dripped her way out of the kitchen.
I turned back to the corner, headed for the mop and bucket.
"Sally, did she mean, 'Sorry, ' as in Mom, I'm sorry it didn't work, or as in Larry, I'm sorry I teased you?" I asked her.
"Hell if I know. But if you hadn't dumped water on her, I was about ready to jump her bones," said the girl's mother.
"Sally!" I said, stunned.
"Hey, if it feels good..." she offered lamely.
"No cheating. Agreed?" I restated.
Her agreement was a long time coming. But she gave her word very reluctantly.
The week passed. And passed. And passed again. It seemed to have gone by several times over. And then it was the next day. Friday lasted a week. Saturday felt like it lasted two weeks. Saturday night we couldn't even be in the same room, none of the three of us. Fortunately, it was a big house. I slept on the couch, until Sally came out and said it was worse being miserable alone than being miserable together. We agreed not to hold any grumpiness against each other, given the circumstances. However, I knew my limits. I wouldn't go in to the bedroom. She slept with me on the couch. That was worse as if forced us into close contact with each other.
Sunday I had several calls to make to arrange for the visit of Amud and his wife. We spent a leisurely time on the telephone, and by the time we were finished, the evening had been arranged. I hoped Sally would be pleased. I also made several calls to arrange the next "Family Day." I wasn't sure Sally would like the next special day's events. But it had to be done and it wouldn't kill her.
Monday I got up early, took an icy cold shower, and went to my office down the hall. There I closed the door and got to work. At ten o'clock the door to the office slammed open. Sally stood there gesticulating, clearly exasperated. It was almost comical. Her mouth was moving, but she said nothing. Not a word. At eleven, it was the same. At twelve thirty she burst in.
"What in the Hell did you give that girl to read? I am going crazy," she shouted at me.
A distinct giggle came from Janey's room.
"What's she reading, one of your filthy books?" she asked me accusingly.
I thought back to the books in the box. Ooops. "Actually, it's one of your dirty books. I gave her your copy of 'The Story of O' that I found in the library stuck behind the encyclopedias," I told her.
"Oh, great! Just fucking great! Well, young lady," she yelled down the hallway, "it doesn't take that long to read the damn book!"
"I'm memorizing the good parts. There are a lot of them, ya' know," came the laughing reply from the closed room.
"Well, keep both hands on the book, damn it. You're driving me crazy!" shouted her mother
A musical tinkling came back at her. "Sooorrrry."
The office door slammed shut. I wondered how the house stayed intact with the amount of slamming and banging I heard for the rest of the afternoon. Dinner was two slices of bread and a piece of cheese. And ice water. I considered soaking my dick in it.
That night we both went to bed and slept as far apart as possible. The seconds ticked by an hour apart.
BRRAALLLATTTT!
I had apparently dozed off. My alarm went off at 11:59. One minute to Tuesday. I had set it to the Atomic Clock in Boulder, CO. I was taking no chances on cheating.
RRRRRIIIIINNNGGG!
Her alarm went off seconds later.
We lay there, letting the last 30 seconds of Hell end.
"NOW, Damn it. Fuck me, Larry. Please?" she pleaded.
I rolled over on top of her nude body. My iron hard prick rested between her thighs riding up onto her stomach. This was not going to be a finesse fuck. Neither of us had the need - or the patience - for that. This was going to be a race to the finish, two, three strokes tops. I cocked my hips, moving the throbbing head of my cock to nudge against her swollen cunt. I was all set to go, but first, I wanted to extract a simple promise...
"Sal, give me your word we'll never do this again," referring to the enforced celibacy. I pressed forward so that the tip split her lips open just slightly.
"Lar, give me your fucking cock, or we'll never do this again." She emphasized her words with thrusts of her hips, trying to force more of my cock into her.
Leaning heavily on my elbows, I placed my hands on her chest and pressed her down onto the mattress. As she couldn't slide any lower without ripping her tits off her chest, she was foiled in her attempts to impale herself on me. But I did move to allow the whole of my cock head to slip inside her. The hot, tight lips of her pussy closed around the corona. I swear it was trying to suck me in. I tried again.
"Sal, I'm serious. This has been the hardest week of my life. Please promise me. Never again will we withhold sex as a punishment," I demanded, seeking her agreement.
"I don't give a shit how hard you have been. It hasn't been easy for me, either. And giving Janey that book was a low blow, dirty. I only care that you're hard now. Now shut up and fuck me. Or pull out and let me do myself," she responded angrily.
I didn't pull out. I didn't go in. I stayed very still and kept her pinned to the bed. What had begun as a frenzied fuck, a race to the finish, had become a contest of wills. There suddenly seemed to be a whole lot more at stake here than I had imagined. Why is that always the case when it comes to women and sex?
I felt her first contractions begin as a light flutter and then her pussy clamped down on the head of my cock. If cunts had teeth, you could have called me Ichabod. I knew I had to do something but the only thing I could do was to focus on not coming myself. I centered myself, remembering something a martial arts sensei had taught me years ago when I took karate in high school. I emptied my mind and imagined a fist, tight around the neck of my cock. I willed myself not to cum, squeezing that fist tighter and tighter, blocking the egress of the ejaculate.
I heard a gasp from Sally. It brought me back from wherever I had been in my mind. I was afraid I had hurt her. I opened my eyes to find her looking up at me, a startled look in her eyes. Her face was wet, as if she had been crying, or more likely, I had been. As I became more aware, I felt that my whole body was drenched in sweat. Her face was covered in my sweat that had dripped down off my face above hers.
I looked down at my hands that had been holding onto her soft breasts, fearful of the damage I had done to them. They were a good inch off her chest. She was not pinned to the mattress, yet she had not moved down onto my prick.
"OK, Uncle," she said, a touch of awe in her voice. "You win. I promise we will never again withhold sex from each other in anger or punishment. Now," she looked up at me with concern, "if you're OK, can we do it now?"
"Yes, Love."
I shoved into her as gently as I could, but the resulting collision of our bodies still felt like a yard engine shuttling freight cars in a rail yard. She came in two strokes. I heard a cry from underneath me, and an echo in the doorway. Turning my head, I saw Janey standing in the door, trembling, sharing the force of her mother's orgasm. As it subsided, I called her over to the bed. She needed to be held, too.
They came three more times before I let go of the fist around my cock. It wasn't as bad as it sounds, really. The next two orgasms they experienced were one on top of the other. It was the last one that took a while. The immediate edge was off for her and she made me work for this one. When I came, I flooded her.
"Oh, God, Sally. I'm cumming. I'm cummmmmming."
"Yes. Yessss, oh yess. OH GOD! Are you pissing in me? What's going on? Oh. Oh. I'm cumming too, you bastard. OOOooo," she cried out.
I hadn't peed in a bed since I was three. Even at camp. I didn't this time either. It was all cum. It had sprayed into her for a good 10 to 15 seconds. Not like a series of pulses. More like a fire hose. Second mattress in a week we would have to replace. The furniture guys were going to love me. Maybe I could get a quantity discount.
Later, resting, we three snuggled. It was different, but great, having two blonde heads on my chest. They were both very still. Finally, Janey piped up,
"What the heck was that, a car wreck? Remind me not to take marriage counseling from you two."
I looked over at Sally. "What does she mean, a car wreck?"
Sally tilted her head up to look at me. "You are much more of a man than I gave you credit for, Larry Sampson," she started quietly. "You know I have always prided myself on my strength, my will. But I am an amateur compared to you." I must have looked confused.
"You remember the ice water you dumped on her last week? And then you dumped it on yourself? Janey and I were both about to lose it that first morning. There was so much sexual tension in the air, and it was acting like an amplifier. Or maybe it was because you were there, too, adding your tension, your male tension to the mix that made it worse. Anyway, we were this close to jumping you. Seriously. Fuck the bet, fuck the punishment, and fuck the agreement. After only one day, we were going crazy. Then, when the water hit you, we both felt something inside of us, too, and we knew there was a link to you. One strong enough we could hang onto, to make us stronger. To help us get through this last week."
Janey piped up and continued, "Remember those nights after the attack, when you sat with me? I knew you were there. At first it felt strange, having someone else other than Mom on the link, but I didn't realize until now that that's how I knew it was you that was sitting there with me. It wasn't that strong at first, but I could feel the good in you. You didn't try to come inside my head and get at me like the doctors were doing. You just sat there, night after night, showing me the way out, waiting for me when I was ready. Then that last night, you kind of fell asleep and the link got really strong. When I reached out and touched your hand, I could, well, talk to you, sort of. It's hard to explain. But even then, in your imagination or your dreams you didn't think of me in a scary way. All you could think of was how many great and wonderful things I would do. And you really liked that blue suit," she finished, teasing me gently.
Sally picked up the explanation. "But it's not just that. Janey and I have found that our link is stronger when you are around, like you're an amplifier, or something. Not all the time, but when you are feeling a simple emotion, like anger or love, or when you're really focused on something, the effect you have can be really strong.
"Like now, I was just beginning to orgasm - Janey, too - when it was sucked out of me, I mean us. It just went away. I don't know how I know, but you drained that energy from us. I can't fight that kind of strength, the kind you have in you. If you were any other man, I would be afraid for my life. As it is, I'm not sure."
"I see, a car wreck." I thought a minute. "Sally, why did you fight me on giving me your word? We both know it isn't good for us to do that. Why resist?" I asked her.
"I've never not been in control," she explained. "I've always had to be the person in control sexually. Except when, well, you know ... Having to rely on you for the strength to do something I have been capable of doing all my life hurt. I got mad, angry at you, even though I was the one who was weak. I just wanted, needed to have it on my terms."
"Sally, you know I would never dream of hurting you," I said. "I didn't even know what was going on, what I was doing. I was just trying to be strong for you, to prove to you that I was worthy of your love and trust. I didn't mean to frighten you or ridicule you. Please, forgive me. If I suck anything else out of you, please, tell me to stop. Unless," and I broke into my Marx Brother's voice, "of course, I'm busy between your legs..."
"Eeewww, gross" and "Oh, Larry, not in front of Janey" comments were accompanied by twin elbow in my sides.
As we drifted off I reminded the girls that the next day was going to be another Family Day. I got mixed reviews, but nothing that really indicated trouble. The two petite blondes snuggled into me, two hands slipped down and cradled my cock. Not to elicit a response, although there was a predictable one, but more in a cuddly way. I decided not to object, and closed my eyes.
It was the first good night's sleep we had had in a week.