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The next day, Tom came over to visit us-- both of us. He was worried that,
after we'd had time to think about it, we'd be upset over what we'd done
the night before.

It didn't matter that we'd done far more than that in the past; he didn't
know that, and he worried about us. He really did seem to understand that
we had something special, even if he didn't understand what it was.

When he finished his halting, hesitant explanation of the reason for his
visit, I stopped Amy before she could speak.

"Me first," I said, and looked at him. "Tom... you have no idea what this
means to me, how... I was afraid _you_ would freak out. That you'd think it
was... was incest, even if we didn't touch each other. That... you wouldn't
want Amy anymore. But... you're worried about _us_."

He shook his head in denial. "Of course I'm not freaked out," he said, then
paused. "Well, maybe a little, because you let me watch you. I'm... I
should have said this last night," he continued after a moment. "I'm
honored, Sue. I'm honored that you think enough of me to... to let me see
you that way, and that you trust me enough."

"It... wasn't easy," I admitted. "But you've been good to Amy, and you've
gone out of your way to be good to her, like when you talked to me before
you asked her out, or... or today. I was... almost certain I could trust
you."

"Almost?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Almost. And I was right. I could trust you with that. I'm... almost
certain I can trust you with the rest. I _am_ certain that you wouldn't use
it to hurt me." I took a deep breath. "I think, really, that if things were
a little different, I might be able to tell you now."

"Sue, I told you last night. You don't have to tell me anything."

"I do," I said, tears welling up in my eyes. "You've been too good to
Amy... too good to _me_ for me not to tell you."

"You can tell me whatever you want, whenever it's right for you," he said.
"I'm not going to push. I'm not even going to ask."

I took a deep breath, and glanced at Amy, getting a small nod. "Will you do
me a favor?" I asked.

"Anything, as long as Amy is okay with it," he responded instantly.

"She is," I said. "We've already talked about it."

"Then yes," he said. "What is it?"

"Would you take me to the Prom? Along with Amy?" I smiled wryly at his
confused look. "I think most people at school have figured out I'm not
interested in guys, so they'll think you're being noble and agreeing to
take me so that I don't have to stay home or go alone. After the Prom, Amy
and I were thinking we could get a suite at a hotel. Officially, she and I
would be sharing a room, and the other one would be for you."

Tom looked more than a little shocked. "Officially?"

I shrugged. "No one else has to know where Amy _actually_ sleeps," I said,
carefully not mentioning myself. "And... when we get there, I'll tell you."

"Sue...." He stopped. "I'm not going to argue with you. You obviously want
to tell me, but I can tell you're scared. So...." He looked at Amy. "You're
okay with this?"

She nodded, biting her lip. "Yeah. I... well, I know what it is, and... I
think she's right to tell you. I don't know if it's really right to _not_
tell you before then, but...." Her voice trailed off.

"It probably isn't," I said, sighing. "No. I know damned well it isn't. But
it's not something I can just drop on you when we don't have time to talk
about it, and...." I sighed again. "It's complicated, okay? If you weren't
the kind of man you are, I could never trust you enough to tell you, even
though it's not right to keep it from you. So... when I do tell you, will
you remember that I wanted to tell you sooner, and that I knew it was wrong
not to do so?"

He opened his mouth to answer, then stopped before actually speaking. "This
is important to you, isn't it?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah." I swallowed. "You-- yeah."

"Then I'm not going to give you a glib answer, like 'of course I won't be
upset'," he said. "I want you to answer two questions before I give you my
answer."

I swallowed. "Okay."

"You obviously think that whatever you have to tell me will upset me, or
hurt my feelings or something," he said. "Is whatever it is that this is
about something you did to hurt me, even if you regret it now?"

That was an easy one to answer. "No," I said, looking him in the eye. "Not
even close."

"If I insisted, would you tell me now?"

I glanced at Amy, looking for her opinion. After a moment, she gave me an
almost imperceptible nod.

"Yes," I said, my voice shaking. "But I'm asking you not to. Our parents
will be back in a couple of hours, maybe sooner, and... we wouldn't have
time. Not enough time."

"Then I can wait," he said, sitting back. "Because you _aren't_ keeping it
from me, or at least not without my agreement."

I let out a sudden breath in relief. "God... thank you, Tom. Thank you." I
stood up abruptly. "I'm going for a walk," I said. "Amy... thank him for
me? Please?"

She looked at me, startled, and then caught my meaning. Her lips curved up
in a smile. "Of course," she said. "I'll... 'thank' him until he has
trouble walking at school tomorrow."

***

The fact that Tom had agreed to wait helped with my feelings of guilt for
not telling him; it wasn't right to keep him in the dark about something
this important, but now he _knew_ there was something important he didn't
know.

And it didn't change a thing about his behavior, except that possibly he
was even more careful about my feelings. I wondered if he'd guessed-- I was
afraid that I'd said too much, and given us away-- but I never caught him
looking at us with the kind of speculative lust I would have expected if he
knew we were lovers. Instead, there was, if anything, a slight sadness in
his eyes when he looked at me.

The four months until the prom simultaneously flew by, and took an
eternity. Mom kept a careful eye on us for the first week after they got
back, but didn't say anything until we approached her with our intent to
rent a suite after the Prom.

"Are both rooms actually going to be used?" she finally asked, examining us
carefully.

I took a deep breath. "I... don't know," I said honestly. "I... hope not. I
don't _think_ so. But I don't know for sure."

Mom sighed. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" she said, after almost a
full minute.

Amy nodded. "He's not going to have a problem with it, at least we don't
think so. We're pretty sure we'd know."

Mom closed her eyes. "All right," she finally said, tiredly. "I'll talk to
your father about it. I just hope this doesn't blow up in your faces."

I couldn't fault her for that. So did I.

***

Prom night finally arrived. Amy was, of course, beautiful, and I don't
think I'm being arrogant to say that I didn't look bad myself. Tom was...
well, if I looked at him intellectually, I suppose he was quite handsome in
his tux; if he'd been female and Amy I probably would have been drooling.

Not that I wasn't anyway. Amy was gorgeous in her dress. Luckily, Tom was
too struck by his first sight of her in it to notice me.

I wasn't sure what to expect when we got to the Prom. We hadn't kept our
plans a secret, but we hadn't gone out of our way to tell everyone, either,
so the fact that everyone seemed to take it in stride was both surprising
and reassuring.

No one seemed to catch my wistful stares at Amy and Tom during the slow
dances, or so I thought, until about an hour before the end of the Prom.

"Um... Sue?"

"Huh?" I looked up to see who'd stepped in front of me, blocking my view of
Amy, blushing that I'd been caught.

I vaguely recognized the girl; she was a cute, shy brunette about a year
younger than we were.

"I was wondering... I saw you watching them, and you look so lonely..." she
said. "You... um. You don't have to sit here all by yourself, though."

"I don't?" I asked, wondering what she'd meant.

She reached out, taking my hand. Tara, that was her name, I thought.

"You could... I mean... if you wanted to... dancewithme?" The last bit came
out in a squeak.

I didn't know what to say. She wasn't Amy. It wouldn't be fair to lead her
on... but it was just one dance, right?

"I'm... Just a dance?" I said, and took a deep breath. "I guess... yeah. I
could do that."

I learned something that night. I like dancing, especially with a pretty
girl in my arms. She wasn't Amy, but she felt nice. After the second dance,
though, I led her off the floor, and outside, so that we could talk.

She looked up at me, nervous, moving closer, and I suddenly realized she
was hoping I would kiss her.

"I think... I think I owe you an apology, Tara."

"Why?" she asked, looking up at me.

"I shouldn't have said yes, at least... not without explaining." I sighed.
"I shouldn't have let you think it might be... more than I meant."

I could see the faintest signs of hurt in her eyes. "I don't understand."

"I'm... I'm not looking for a girlfriend," I said. "I'm not even sure...
I'm not even sure I _like_ girls that way. I think I do, and... dancing
with you was nice, but... if you want more than a dance, I can't... I can't
give you that."

She looked down. "Oh," she said, and I felt like scum.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I should have... I should have turned you down."

"No." She shook her head. "At least I have the dance."

I hesitated. Maybe it would make it worse, or maybe it would make her feel
better. I didn't know.

"I...." I took a breath. "It looked like you wanted me to kiss you, when we
came out. Do... do you want...."

She looked up at me, searching my eyes for something, and then raised up on
her toes, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me quite thoroughly.
And nicely. She was the only girl other than Amy that I'd ever kissed, and
I had to admit it felt nice.

Pulling back, she slowly broke the kiss, and looked up at me. I could see
tears forming in her eyes.

"Thank you," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "I... if you ever get
over her... I'd like a chance."

I swallowed, going pale. "Get over who?" I managed.

"Whoever it is that you're in love with," Tara said. "I... I hope you
don't, though. I hope it works out for you, but... if it doesn't... I'd
like a chance," she repeated, before turning and almost running back
inside.

"Well... shit," I said, feeling worse than I had in a long time.

***

"You okay?" Amy asked, startling me. I'd been so lost in thought that I
hadn't heard her walk up. "I saw you leave with her, and she came back in
looking upset...."

I sighed, looking up at her, and seeing Tom behind her. "Yeah," I said.
"I'm okay, I just... I shouldn't have led her on by dancing with her."

"Oh," Amy said, as understanding dawned.

I sighed again. "Do you think we could get out of here?" I asked. "Between
this and worrying about later, I don't think I could enjoy it any longer."

Amy looked at Tom, raising one eyebrow, and he nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "I have to admit I'm kind of curious."

"Great," I said, relieved. "Let's go."

The drive to the hotel was a little awkward; everyone knew there was a big
discussion coming up, so small talk didn't really seem appropriate. We sat
in an uncomfortable silence most of the way.

"Okay," I said, once we were in the suite and the doors were locked. "Um.
I'm not sure how to start."

"I am," Amy said, looking at Tom. "But before I do, I want you to remember
I love you, okay? Nothing you're going to find out tonight changes that."
She kissed him, thoroughly. "Nothing. I love you."

He nodded. "I know," he said. "I'm not worried about that."

"Good," Amy said, with obvious relief, and turned to me.

And kissed the hell out of me.

I hadn't expected her to do that. I'd planned on trying to ease him into
it... but there was no way I could _not_ respond when she kissed me like
that, and Tom was observant enough to realize this wasn't our first kiss,
or even our tenth.

When Amy finally released me, my head was spinning, and I looked up at Tom
nervously, knowing that she was doing the same.

"So...." He stopped. "No, wait. There's something I need to do _before_ we
have this discussion, especially since I know now." He walked over to his
bag, and dug through it briefly, returning with something in his hand.

My eyes widened as he dropped to his knees in front of Amy. Was he....

"Amy," he said, seriously, looking her in the eye, and opening the small
box in his hand. "Will you marry me?  Will you be my wife?"

Amy bit her lip, reaching for the box with a shaking hand. She stopped just
before she reached it. "I... yes, but...." She closed her eyes and took a
deep breath. Opening her eyes again, she looked at him.

"I'll marry you," she said. "But you have to understand that I love Sue,
just as much... just as much as I love you. And she's just as important to
me as you are. If... if you can't handle that, if you don't want to marry
me now that you know, then... then I'll understand."

He smiled slightly. "I knew before I asked," he said. "Well, guessed,
anyway. That kiss wasn't exactly sisterly. I think I can live with it." He
glanced at me. "I'm pretty sure I'm not the one with the prior claim."

I swallowed. "You aren't mad at us for not telling you before?" I asked.

He hesitated. "I might have been, if you hadn't made it so plain that you
_wanted_ to tell me," he said. "Or if I didn't understand why you didn't.
You wanted to make sure I wouldn't freak out after I had time to think
about it, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"It's not just that," Amy said, softly. "It's... we wanted to be able to
give you something special when we _did_ tell you."

Tom looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I flushed.

"I'm... not interested in men," I said. "That's the truth. I'm not even
really interested in other women. So... I'm not really likely to do
anything with you, but... I'd really like to help you make love to Amy."

He swallowed. "I... um. That's. Um."

Amy giggled. "You like the idea, don't you?"

Tom flushed. "Well... yeah. I'm alive, aren't I? The two of you are
gorgeous."

Amy licked her lips. "There's something I've been wanting to do ever since
the first night you fucked me," she said. "We haven't, because it wouldn't
have been right to do it without you knowing, and... because you deserved
to be there for the first time at least."

"What?" he asked.

Amy swallowed. "After you've... come in me... I want her to go down on me.
And... you know. Lick me clean."

He closed his eyes for a moment. "Oh, god...."

"Yeah," I said, hoarsely. "It's a hot idea, isn't it?"

He nodded. "And you... haven't? Because of me?"

"Yeah," Amy said, softly. "It was bad enough we couldn't tell you, but...."

"I'm not upset," Tom said. "I... think you did the right thing, not telling
me. If you had, I don't think I'd have been able to _sleep_ the last few
months, thinking about it."

Amy giggled. "And this is going to be any better?"

He grinned. "Well, at least this way I'll have memories instead of just my
imagination."

Amy giggled again, reaching out and taking both our hands. "I love you
both," she said.

"I love you too," Tom said, and I sighed.

"So do I," I said. I looked at him. "Are you okay that I'm... I'm not in
love with you?" I asked. "I love you, for being so good to her, but I'm not
in love with you. I'm in love with her."

"I feel the same way," he said. "So, if you're okay with it, I am too." He
grinned. "I think I've actually got the better position here?"

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, I've got two beautiful girls to look at, one of whom loves me, and I
get to watch them make love... I do, right?" he asked nervously.

I giggled. "Definitely. I think Amy has an exhibitionist streak."

"So, see, it's all good. But you have one beautiful girl, and a guy you
aren't interested in. It doesn't seem fair."

I smiled. "I'm not... sexually attracted to you," I said. "But that doesn't
mean that watching the two of you make love didn't seriously turn me on."

"Oh." He flushed.

Amy bit her lip. "I do like being watched, at least by Sue... and I assume
I'll like being watched by you both," she said. "I like to watch, too,
though."

I glanced at her, recognizing the look in her eye. I wasn't sure what was
coming, but it was probably trouble.

"Sue?" Amy asked, her voice rough. "You aren't attracted to Tom, but he's
not... repulsive, or anything, right?"

"No..." I said slowly, wondering if she was going where I thought she was.

"Then...." She bit her lip again, her cheeks reddening. "I've... kind of...
hadthisfantasy...." she finished rapidly.

"And this fantasy would be?" I asked, my own cheeks red. I was pretty sure
I knew where this was going.

"I... We're in a, you know, sixty-nine... and he's... fucking you while I
eat you," Amy said.

I swallowed. I'd thought she was leading up to him fucking me, and I wasn't
sure how I felt about the idea. I mean, I liked her doing it with the
dildo, and getting eaten while I was being fucked sounded... nice, but....

It was my turn to bite my lip. "I don't know," I said, looking at Tom,
worriedly. "What if I don't like it? I mean, you know, _really_ don't like
it."

"Then we stop," he said. "I'm not going to push you at all, Sue. You're in
love with Amy, not me."

I swallowed, looking at Amy and seeing the hungry, pleading expression on
her face.

"Okay," I said. "We can try. But... I want to do it the other way around
first. I want to eat her while you fuck her."

He swallowed, and Amy made a hungry little noise.

"And I can just keep eating her after you come," I said, causing Amy to
squeeze my hand hard.

"If someone doesn't start taking off my clothes, right now," she said,
huskily, "I'm not going to be responsible for their condition in the
morning."

Neither Tom nor I was stupid enough to argue with something we wanted to be
doing anyway. Still, it took us some time to get her completely naked; we
kept getting distracted, especially once the dress was off.

"Wait," Amy said, as I knelt in front of her after taking off her panties.
"You're still dressed. I want to see Tom undress you... and I want to see
you undress him."

I hesitated, looking at Tom, and he silently indicated that it was up to
me.

"O-okay," I said, swallowing.

He was gentle, but I knew he would be, of course. I had expected that. What
I hadn't expected was that the light, brushing touches would make my
nipples harder, that seeing the expression on his face would cause my
breathing to speed up.

By the time he was done, my nipples ached, and I was even wetter than I'd
been when he started.

It was... surprising. I'd never been attracted to a man before, and, to be
honest, I still wasn't sure I was. Tom loved Amy, and that made him...
different.

"Your turn," Amy said, breaking into my thoughts, and I nodded shakily.

There were no surprises as I undressed him-- I'd seen him naked before,
after all, and... well, he was put together nicely enough, for a man, I
guess, but he didn't have the things I really liked in a body. Like Amy's
tits, or her thighs, or her incredible ass....

When I tugged his underwear down, however, I couldn't help but stare at his
cock. It was the only one I'd ever seen, and I hadn't been this close when
I saw it.

It seemed even larger now that it was only a couple of inches from my face,
and I could see it bobbing slightly in time to his heartbeat. It wasn't
as... pretty, I thought, as Amy's cunt; it wasn't something I'd want to
frame a picture of and put up on the wall as art.

Still, there was something... fascinating about it. I looked over at Amy.

"Can I... touch it?"

She giggled. "Of course you can," she said. "I think he'd like that."

I looked up at him, and he nodded, a slightly disbelieving expression on
his face.

"Go--" He swallowed. "Go ahead."

I wrapped my hand around it, comparing the sensations to our dildo, and
trying to imagine how the differences would translate to the way it would
feel inside me.

It was warm. That was the first difference I noticed. The dildo was cool to
the touch, but his cock was warm, almost hot, and it throbbed in my hand.
The texture of the skin was... I wasn't sure how to describe it, but it was
nothing like the slick feel of the silicone of the dildo.

It was soft, too, where the dildo was... not hard, exactly, but harder than
the skin of his cock. Underneath the skin, though, it was just as firm as
the dildo.

Experimentally, I squeezed gently, and he groaned.

"Is that okay?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he said. "I think I'd better sit down, though."

"Lay down on the bed," Amy said. "That way it's easier on her."

I didn't let go of his cock as we moved onto the bed, something that made
Amy giggle, and me blush when she pointed it out.

"It's... interesting," I defended myself.

"Interesting," she said. "That's not the way I'd describe it."

"For future reference, Sue," Tom added, "Guys really prefer 'incredible',
or 'amazing', or-- best of all-- '_ENORMOUS_' to 'interesting'."

He said the word 'enormous' with such an over-exaggerated tone of shock
that both Amy and I collapsed, giggling, and it took me a bit before I'd
recovered enough to resume my exploration of his cock.

I slid my hand up, feeling the skin moving over the shaft, barely touching
the edge of the head with my fingers as I reached the top. I knew enough to
know that the head of his cock would be very sensitive, but I wasn't sure
how sensitive, and I didn't want to risk hurting him.

"Is that okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," Tom said. "You can squeeze a little harder if you want."

I did, stroking his cock, watching the skin move under my fingers.

"Does that feel good?"

He nodded, and Amy giggled. "He's got a beautiful girl's hand wrapped
around his cock," she said. "Of course it feels good."

"Yeah," Tom repeated. "What she said."

I blushed. I knew Amy thought I was pretty-- and I guessed I was, just...
not like her-- but to have Tom agree startled me a bit.

A drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock, and I stared at it
nervously. Part of me wanted to know what it tasted like, but....

"Here," Amy said, her voice even huskier than before. She touched her
finger to the drop, and brought it up to my mouth. "Taste."

I did, automatically, sucking her finger into her mouth. Normally when she
did something like that, her finger had been in either her cunt or mine.

It wasn't bad, I thought, distantly registering Tom's groan. It wasn't...
tasty, like Amy's cunt, but it wasn't repulsive or anything.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

I shrugged, a little uncomfortably. "It's not _bad_," I said, with an
apologetic glance at Tom. "It's not... something I'd go looking for, but
it's not... I don't know, disgusting or anything."

He gave me a quick smile. "It's okay, Sue. I know you're a lesbian, so...
honestly, I hadn't expected to do _anything_ with you. Just getting to
watch the two of you would be enough."

I swallowed. "Thanks," I said, before looking back at his cock. "I don't
know. It's not... it's not like your cock drives me crazy with lust, or
anything, but it's... interesting."

Amy giggled again. "Well, do you want to experiment a little further with
it?" she asked.

"How?"

"You could suck it...." she said, with that wicked little smile that always
makes my breath catch.

"I don't know...." I hesitated, looking up at Tom. "Is it okay? I don't
know if... I mean, I don't know if I'll want to do it, you know... until
you...."

"It's fine," he broke in, reassuringly. "Look, I know the two of you aren't
going to tease me and leave me hanging, so... anything you want to do that
Amy's comfortable with is fine by me."

I swallowed, looking at Amy, and she nodded encouragingly.

"Okay," I said, and lowered my head.

It... wasn't what I expected. Subconsciously, at least, I think I'd assumed
that it would be like licking Amy, only with a different shape, but it
wasn't like that at all. The feel of the head of his cock under my tongue
was completely different, like nothing I'd ever felt before, and the taste
was different too. There was the taste of his pre-cum, of course, but there
was another taste too, one I couldn't describe. I finally gave up and just
decided that it tasted 'male', even if that didn't really make sense.

Remembering what Amy had done (and what I'd seen done in the porn videos
we'd watched on the computer), I moved my head up and down experimentally,
causing Tom to jerk.

"Um, careful," he said, swallowing. "Teeth can hurt."

I flushed. "Sorry," I said, pulling off. "Maybe Amy should--"

"It's fine," Tom said, interrupting me. "I'm not complaining, I just wanted
you to know. It didn't actually hurt that time."

I wasn't sure I believed him, but he obviously wanted me to continue... and
so did Amy, if the way her fingers were working between her legs was any
indication, so I lowered my head and went back to work.

I couldn't take much into my mouth, nowhere near as much as Amy could, but
I did my best, and Amy gave me pointers as she played with herself.

"Use your hand, too," she said. "Jerk him off while you suck him."

I did, and he groaned, his cock twitching in my mouth.

When I tried to take too much in my mouth and gagged, Amy told me not to
try to force it.

"Doing what you can and not having to stop feels a lot better for him than
trying to take too much and stopping every few seconds, right, Tom?"

"Y-yeah," he said. "Um. I'm not gonna last much longer, so if you don't
want me to come in your mouth you might want to pull off. I'll try to warn
you, but... oooh... this is really... really hot."

I wasn't sure if I wanted that, so I pulled off, only to see Amy looking
disappointed.

"I wanted to see him come in your mouth," she said. "I thought it would
be... really hot."

I swallowed, seeing the desire written all over her face... and lowered my
head back down.

I might not _want_ it, but I was more than willing to do it for Amy.

"Oh god," Tom said, his hips twitching under me, as if he was fighting not
to move. "Close...."

Amy reached out with the hand that wasn't playing with herself and stroked
his balls. "Do it," she said. "Come in my sister's mouth."

He did, catching me by surprise and making me choke and pull back. Amy
didn't waste a moment, sliding her mouth over his cock almost as soon as I
pulled off.

I kept stroking his cock while she sucked, her lips brushing against my
fingers. Part of me thought it was odd that while sucking his cock hadn't
really turned me on-- maybe a little, or maybe that was having her
watching-- jerking him off into Amy's mouth _did_ turn me on.

Finally he pulled back, reaching down and tugging Amy up to kiss her. "That
was... incredible," he said. He looked down at me, uncertainly, and raised
an arm in invitation.

I crawled up next to them. "So I did it okay?" I asked. "I've... well,
obviously I've never done that before, but I'd never even _thought_ about
doing it before."

"You did it way better than okay," he said. "Can I... Is it alright if I
kiss you? I always try to kiss Amy after she does that to say thank you."

I nodded, and he kissed me.

It was different from the two times I'd kissed him, maybe because Amy was
watching, maybe because of the reason he was kissing me, but whatever the
reason, it turned me on.

Not as much as kissing Amy did, or even half as much, but it definitely
aroused me.

"So did you like it?" Amy asked.

"I don't know," I said, after a few seconds. "It was... well, sorry, Tom,
but it was interesting. I didn't _mind_ it, but it's not something that
really turns me on, either."

"I didn't think it would be," Tom said.

"I wasn't sure," Amy admitted, causing me to look at her in surprise. "I've
never been really sure you were a lesbian, sis. All the girls you thought
were attractive... god, this is going to sound conceited, but they all kind
of looked like me, so...."

I thought about it. "Huh," I said, surprised. "I guess they do. It makes
sense, though. You're gorgeous."

Tom nodded. "You are, you know."

Amy blushed. "Well... anyway, I thought it was possible you might like guys
more than you realized, but I guess not."

"I don't know," I said, thoughtfully. "I think I do like them more than I
realize, just not as much as you do. Or at least, I like Tom more than I
thought I would. Well, Tom's dick. I knew I liked _Tom_."

"So, you're mostly gay, but not completely?" Amy said.

I thought about it for a moment, and shook my head. "I don't think I'm
really homosexual _or_ heterosexual. I think I'm Amy-sexual, with
occasional exceptions."

Amy blushed again, more deeply this time.

"Oh," she said. "So Tom's one of those exceptions?"

I hesitated. "Maybe?" I said. "As long as you're involved? I... this sounds
bad, and I'm sorry, Tom, but I don't think I'd really be interested without
Amy in the picture."

"That's okay," he said. "I have to admit that while I'd enjoy it either
way, it's a _lot_ hotter with her here."

Amy giggled.

"Everything's hotter with Amy involved," I said. "Do you think you've
recovered yet?"

"I need a couple more minutes before I can really get hard again, if that's
what you're asking," he said.

"Why don't Amy and I get started, and you can join in when you're ready?" I
suggested.

He swallowed, and I saw his cock twitch out of the corner of my eye.

"Okay," he managed.

By the time Amy was straddling my face, he was half-hard again, and less
than a minute later he was moving up behind her, his cock in his hand.

"Let me," I said, reaching for him. "Does the idea of my hand guiding you
into my sister turn you on?"

It did. I could tell by the way his cock pulsed in my hand.

Watching his cock slide into Amy, just an inch or two above my head, was...
wow. It was incredibly arousing. It was like a porn video, only it was real
people, people I loved, people who loved each other, and somehow that made
it even hotter.

Amy loved it; she started coming almost as soon as he slid into her, and
she didn't stop. He didn't last more than a couple of minutes in her, and
when he pulled out, I could see the cum mixed with Amy's juices on his
cock.

On impulse, I grabbed it, raising my head up to take it into my mouth and
suck it clean, causing him to groan, before letting it go and turning my
attention back to Amy.

He groaned again as he watched my tongue flick out and trail along her
labia, teasing her, making her flex her hips impatiently.

"Please...."

I raised my head a bit further, and pressed my tongue into her cunt,
lapping at the juices which were leaking out of her.

"Oh god oh god oh god...."

I brought my thumb up to her clit, rubbing it gently while I licked, and
sent her over the edge, making her come hard until finally she rolled away
from me.

"Too much," she gasped, panting for breath. "But... wow."

"So you liked it, then?" I asked. She nodded, and I smirked. "I don't have
to ask if Tom liked it."

He blushed sheepishly, his hard cock in his hand. "Well... you can't blame
me, can you?"

"Not really," Amy said. She looked over at me with a predatory expression.
"You haven't come yet, Sue."

"I know," I said, nervous.

"Why don't you come over here and sit on my face? I'll eat you out, and Tom
can slide that nice big dick into your cunt."

I swallowed nervously. I still wasn't sure I wanted to do that, but Amy
seemed to like it a lot, and... it wouldn't hurt to try, right?

So I moved over to straddle her, and groaned as she started licking. She'd
gotten me close, before Tom had started fucking her and she lost the
ability to concentrate on anything but what we were doing to her, and it
didn't take long before I was close again.

When Tom moved up behind me, though, I tensed.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked, placing one hand on the small of my
back reassuringly.

I bit my lip. Even if I didn't like it, I could do it once, right? For Amy?

I nodded. "Y-yeah," I said.

"Okay. If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?"

I nodded again, and then stiffened as I felt his cock pressing against the
opening to my cunt.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Tom said, his voice low and soothing. "Just
relax, okay?"

I took a deep breath, and made a conscious effort to relax as his cock slid
into me.

He wasn't as long as the dildo we had, but he was thicker, and it stretched
me, almost enough to be painful, but not quite. Where the dildo had been
cool inside me, his cock was warm, and it moved differently, whether
because of the texture of his skin, or the fact that the skin could move
over the shaft underneath, or something else entirely I wasn't sure.

I didn't really care, either. It felt _good_, and my worries about whether
or not I could handle it felt silly. I still wasn't sure whether I'd ever
want to do this without Amy being there, but like this, with Amy underneath
me and Tom fucking me....

Oh yeah. I could do this every day of the week. Twice on weekends.

I groaned, clamping down on him, and he slowed down.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded frantically. "Oh yeah," I said. "Feels good. Don't stop,
please...."

He laughed, and so did Amy, and sped back up. It didn't take long for me to
come the first time, and I just... kept coming, or maybe it was lots of
little orgasms right after each other, I don't know. I wasn't really paying
attention to things like that at the time, and looking back it's just this
one big blur of pleasure.

I know that at some point we changed positions, so that I was on top,
riding his cock, and Amy was sitting on his face, kissing me.

That was even better. She wasn't licking me, but honestly, I always have a
hard time deciding which I'd prefer, and this way I could play with her
breasts.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour of orgasms, Tom thrust up into me,
and I could feel him coming inside me, the hot, wet come shooting out of
his cock and into my cunt.

"Did you come?" Amy asked him, and he nodded. "Oh, goody!"

With that, she pushed me off of him and onto my back, and pushed my legs
apart, greedily lapping at my cunt, at the cum that was oozing out....

I came again. I let her keep licking as long as I could, but I finally had
to push her away, regretfully.

"I can't anymore," I said. "I'm too sensitive." I made a face as things I
hadn't noticed became apparent. "And I don't think I'm going to be able to
walk in the morning."

"Did I hurt you?" Tom asked, sitting up, looking worried.

"No." I shook my head and smiled at the evidence of just _why_ he was good
enough for Amy. "But I'm going to be so sore tomorrow.... I don't think I
actually _pulled_ anything, but I don't think my stomach muscles are going
to be talking to any of us for a while. Or my thigh muscles, or...."

Amy giggled. "So you liked it?"

I nodded. "As if you couldn't tell," I said. "I don't know if I'd want it
without you being involved, but you _and_ Tom? Oh yeah."

"Good," Amy said. "Do you want to get a shower before we go to sleep?"

I thought about it. "I'd like one," I sighed, "but I don't think I can
walk, and I'm not sure I'd be safe trying to stand up in the shower."

Amy looked thoughtful for a moment, then turned to Tom. "You're a big,
strong, manly man," she said. "Carry her into the shower and help her get
washed off while I get the bed ready."

He didn't object, and while he couldn't quite _actually_ carry me, he was
able to get me into the bathroom, and keep me from falling while we were in
the shower.

"Sue?" he said, as his hands gently rubbed soap on my stomach.

"Mmm?"

"Thank you," he said. "I want you to know that I... I care about you. I'm
not in love with you, like I am Amy, but I... I love you, just...
different, if that makes any sense?"

I nodded, smiling. "Yeah," I said. "'S how I feel about you. You're not
Amy, but... you're important."

"Yeah," he said, after a few seconds spent rinsing the last of the soap off
of me. "That's a good way to put it. You're not Amy, but you're important.
I like that."

"Me too," I mumbled, as he lifted me out of the shower and really did carry
me back to the bedroom. I felt Amy's hands gently toweling me off as he
held me, then helping him slide me into bed.

"I love you," I managed, as they crawled into bed next to me.

Amy flipped off the light. "I love you too," she said.

"Both of you."

***

The next week was... amusing, really. We'd half expected there to be rumors
about how Amy and I had decided to share Tom (well, they were only a
hundred and twenty degrees off), or how we'd had a threesome (which was
true, after all), but what we actually got was... very different.

I was trying to steal Tom away from Amy. Tom was only dating Amy to be with
me. Amy was forcing me to sleep with Tom so that she didn't have to. Amy
was jealous and controlling and wouldn't let me have a girlfriend. Tom was
forcing her to have sex with me while he watched.

Those were just the rumors I heard the first day. I handled them the way
we'd agreed-- I confirmed each and every one of them, with as straight a
face as possible (although admittedly that wasn't very straight when it
came to the one about me trying to steal Tom from Amy; ditto the one about
Tom forcing us to have sex).

When people noticed the ring on Amy's finger, the rumor mill exploded with
even wilder rumors; we kept egging them on until things got so ridiculous
that no one could believe them.

All in all, I think it worked fairly well; by the time the rumors died
down, no one actually believed anything had happened-- well, anything
involving me, at least. The general assumption was that I'd spent the night
alone, with Amy 'officially' sleeping in my room (for parental purposes),
but actually spending the night with Tom.

The rest of the school year was fairly calm; the biggest problem we had was
planning the wedding. For one thing, when should we have it? We knew where
we were going to college-- even before Prom Night, there'd been no question
of going to separate colleges-- but should the wedding be before we went,
or later?

After some discussion, we decided to wait until after our freshman year,
since we were required to live on-campus the first year and we couldn't see
any way for me to live with them in the married student housing.

Another question was what we'd do for our honeymoon. Anything extravagant
was out of the question-- Amy and I had scholarships, and Tom had money for
college, but we weren't exactly rolling in cash. Plus, we had to figure out
a reason for me to go with them.

That problem was solved in a completely unexpected manner, along with the
problem of affording a place to live together after the wedding. Tom's
college money actually came from a trust provided by his grandfather, a
very smart man who'd realized that just _giving_ money to his grandchildren
was a bad idea; to get access to it, Tom had had to maintain grades higher
than mine and Amy's.

That bit there, about his grandfather being a very smart man? He was also a
very perceptive man, more than I'd realized. Tom came in one day towards
the end of the school year looking pale. His grandfather had heard about
the engagement and stopped by for a chat.

"I don't know how he knew," Tom said. "He did, though. He asked me if you'd
told me... everything... before I asked Amy to marry me, and I guess my
expression was enough of an answer. He was... really crude, talking about
your relationship. I was... I was shocked. I always thought he liked you."

I nodded, feeling hurt. I'd always thought his grandfather liked us as
well.

"Turns out it was... it was a test. He wanted to make sure I was okay with
it, and that I was okay with it for the right reasons, so when I blew up at
him and told him to get out, he just grinned and laughed at me. And
apologized."

"Huh," I said.

"Yeah. And then... he's modified the terms of my trust, so that they'll
cover rent on a place for us to live. And he's paying for our honeymoon,
anywhere we want to go." Tom caught the look in my eyes. "All three of us."

"So... he doesn't have a problem with it?" I asked.

Tom shook his head. "Said he couldn't see it working with anybody else, but
he thinks it could with the two of you, so if I want to try he'll support
me."

"Huh," I said again. "Wow."

***

Our first year in college was pretty much as I'd thought it would be-- the
classes were harder, and living on our own was an adjustment, but the
freedom was nice. One thing I hadn't anticipated was the fact that everyone
in our dorm figured out that Tom was sleeping with both of us fairly
quickly.

Apparently I'm not quite as quiet as I'd thought I was.

No one seemed to have a real problem with it, so other than the fact that I
went around with a permanent blush for a week or so, it wasn't an issue,
but it meant that we couldn't wait until we could move into a place of our
own.

Finals were every bit as bad as we'd heard; the end of the first semester
left us completely wiped out, but by the end of the second semester we'd
gotten a handle on what we needed to do, so we were only mostly wiped out
when we made the drive back home for the wedding.

The wedding was... well, it was beautiful. I was Amy's maid of honor, of
course, and one of Tom's friends was the best man. All of our friends and
family were there, and I don't mind admitting that I cried. I wasn't
jealous, exactly-- I knew Amy loved me, and I knew Tom did as well, to a
lesser extent. I just wished that Amy and I could have stood up there,
publicly acknowledging our love.

Still, even if we couldn't do that, we _were_ all going on the honeymoon
together. After some debate, we'd decided to go to a resort in the
Caribbean. Amy and I had purchased new bikinis. Well, sort of, anyway. I'm
still not sure there was enough fabric there to qualify as a bikini, and to
this day I don't know how she convinced me to wear it out in public.

Oh, wait, yes I do. She had a t-shirt on over hers, and told me the only
way I'd get to see what it looked like on her was to wear mine down to the
beach.

Have I ever mentioned Amy knows just how to push my buttons?

We moved into an apartment near the college for our second year, and the
next three years were spent in happily married bliss, marred only by finals
and sadistic professors who thought students should have no problems
devoting forty or fifty hours a week to their class.

Then, shortly after we graduated, disaster struck.

***

Looking back, I see I've completely neglected to mention something
important about Amy. It wasn't intentional; it's just that it's such a big
part of what makes Amy Amy that I didn't think about needing to point it
out.

Amy wants kids.

Saying it like that doesn't really get it across. There's never been any
question that Amy would have a large family; it was simply a given. The
idea that Amy _wouldn't_ have kids was simply unthinkable-- literally. The
thought had never crossed my mind.

So, a few months after we graduated, with Tom and I both having found jobs,
Amy went off the pill. I'd say we started having sex more often, but that
would be a lie; the only thing that changed was that we made sure that Tom
came in her instead of me.

When Amy hadn't caught after almost a year, we decided that we needed to
make sure nothing was wrong, so she went to a specialist. It took them all
of a month to find the problem.

The day we went in with Amy to get the results was the worst day of my
life. I sincerely hope I never have another day like it. I didn't catch all
the details, but the bottom line was clear:

Amy was sterile.

It wasn't something that could be helped with surgery, or fertility drugs,
or anything else. Amy would never have children. It was as simple as that.

Tom and I lost our wife that day. It wasn't Amy who we helped out to the
car, it was a zombie, and she didn't get any better. She went through the
motions, but _Amy_ wasn't there.

Nothing we did reached her. Perhaps if she'd been willing to talk about it,
we could have helped, but she refused to even discuss it, claiming she was
'fine', despite the fact that she clearly wasn't.

Finally, at my wit's end, I had a brainstorm. It was risky-- it could have
backfired badly-- but at the time, I was willing to try _anything_ that
might bring my sister back to us.

It took a month before I could even really start trying, and another three
before I had what I needed.

***

"Amy?" I called.

"Yeah?"

"Could you come in here? I need to talk to you about something," I said.

"What?" Amy stood in the doorway, dressed in stained sweatpants and a
sports bra, dark circles under her eyes.

I patted the bed next to me in invitation. "You, um, you should probably
sit down," I said nervously.

She sighed, but sat down next to me. "Okay?"

I swallowed. "I can't stand seeing you like this," I said.

She scowled, starting to stand up. "I'm fine. I keep telling you, there's
nothing wrong."

I put my hand on her shoulder, holding her in place. "There is. And you
know it, even if you don't want to admit it. So I've...." I took a deep
breath. "I've either done something that will help, or completely fucked
things up, I'm not sure which."

Amy gave me a dark look. "Look, either spit it out, or let me go."

I took another deep breath and opened the drawer in the bedside table. My
hand shook as I reached in and picked up a small object, handing it to her.

Amy was the one who wanted children; I was never particularly interested,
although the thought of a little miniature Amy running around was adorable.
I certainly wasn't interested in ever being pregnant.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the white plastic stick in her hand, and
my heart leapt as the spark that had been missing for the last six months
returned.

"Congratulations," I said. "You're going to be... an aunt and a mother, I
guess."

Slowly, she smiled, and tears began to run down her cheeks, matched by the
tears running down mine.

I never wanted children. I never wanted to give birth.

But I'll do it.

For Amy.

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