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Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These - 4
by Innuendo (keepsake411@yahoo.com)

***

How do you know when to hold on, or when to let go 
because you hold too tightly? That's the question 
Jahn has to ask himself now. (FFM, exh, voy, rom, 
fantasy)

***

Chapter: April - "Dirty Dancing"

If you have any talent for bullshitting, there are 
some torpedoes you can see coming and prepare for 
them with a little well-intentioned manipulation. 
Evil questions like 'Do these pants make my ass look 
fat?' or 'Do you think that girl's hot?' can be 
deflected with a casual compliment to the fine 
derriere of the former, or the snarky comment about 
dime-a-dozen looks to the latter, because unless 
she's really looking for a fight, she'll accept the 
validation. That's what Jahn liked to tell himself, 
anyway, because the rule had always seemed to apply 
with his ex.

Fiona had dropped a similar grenade on him, anxiously 
asking after their second time together whether he 
thought her breasts were too small. He liked her tits 
just fine, in fact: dark-nippled and delightful domes 
of flesh that gave her womanly curves even if they 
didn't seem to satisfy whatever inferiority she felt 
towards her sister's far larger rack. Blue-sky lob, 
that throw was, and he'd managed to cover his ass by 
asking what she thought of Reanna Chevriez's figure. 
Inspired remark, it turned out, as they both knew she 
had a girl-crush on the songstress, a tall, dark and 
beautiful woman…. who just happened to be flat as a 
board. He supposed that could come back to haunt him 
if she really wanted to make an issue of it, but 
she'd laughed and let it lie.

There was no such inspiration for Jenny's question. 
What were he and her father saying about her and 
Fiona? Jahn couldn't very well lie about it. Jen had 
been standing right behind him while they were 
talking, and while he'd done some beating around the 
bush in an attempt at being circumspect, the 
inference was clear.

So he told her, attempting to explain why he'd 
responded to her father the way he had, why he'd 
given the man that much information. Truth or not, it 
wasn't what she wanted to hear. Glancing at his 
girlfriend from the corner of his eye while driving, 
he could see the pale skin of that pretty face 
darkening, and knew it wasn't a blush but real anger. 
Directed where? No illusions: choice curses peppered 
between a stream of 'How could you?' and 'That's my 
father you were talking to!' made it clear that he 
was the target. Closest they'd gotten to fighting, 
and he couldn't really defend himself, because while 
he might have the truth on his side, it sure didn't 
feel righteous.

Pulling the Taurus onto an off-exit, he found a place 
to park and turned to her. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? 
It's not an excuse, but I couldn't think of the right 
thing to say, and I'll admit – he was pissing me off, 
the way he talked about Fiona. You said he's racist, 
I get that. But for fuck's sake…"

Long blonde locks fell forward as Jenny ducked her 
head, and it took him a moment to realize that she 
was crying. Reaching out, a hand on hers, he waited 
for her to subside. When the tears had finally 
ceased, she said, "I love them both, but Daddy always 
hated her so much. I used to try and tell myself that 
it was just because she wasn't his daughter, but I 
know. It's why Mom threw him out. He never raised a 
hand to Fi, but the words… hurt so much more. I tried 
to stick up for her, be a peacemaker, but I was like… 
6. Mom knew, knew that he was hurting all of us with 
his hate."

"He's a bad person, I know that, but sometimes I 
think it's because of the way he treats Fiona. Not 
because he killed someone." Fresh tears flowed. After 
a moment, Jenny got hold of herself again. "It's so 
fucked up. There's something wrong with me, I know 
it."

Squeezing the smooth flesh of her fingers tightly, he 
said, "No, Jen. You love your family, and family 
doesn't always make sense. They don't have to; they 
are what they are and we love them anyway."

Consolation wasn't enough, and he could sense that 
there was still an undercurrent of anger at whatever 
presumption he'd had in explaining the situation to 
Donovan, but for the time it was directed elsewhere. 
The remainder of the drive took place in silence, and 
when he dropped her off, he said, "Give me a ring 
when you're feeling better, we'll go dancing or 
something." Jen nodded wordlessly, and he couldn't 
help but notice how much like Fiona she seemed as the 
door closed in her wake, quiet seriousness that was 
utterly unlike her.

God help me, I hope I didn't hurt her by running my 
mouth, he thought, invoking an unspoken prayer.

***

A week passed without a word from either of his 
girlfriends before the phone finally rang again. 
"Hello, Jahn. Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. 
I talked to Jenny on Saturday, and she said she 
wanted some alone time. I figured we could all use a 
break from each other. Things have been a little… 
tense, here as well.  I just don't want you to take 
it the wrong way." Fiona's voice echoed over the 
phone with her usual confidence and self-assurance.

Working her words over in his mind, he responded, 
"Yeah, I guess we _have_ been seeing an awful lot of 
each other over the last couple months." That was an 
understatement. Jahn could count on one hand the 
number of days that he hadn't been with one sister or 
the other. Mostly Jenny, now that he thought about 
it. Potential problem? He made a mental note.

"I'll let Jenny work out her funk first, but we'll 
set things right again," she concluded.

"Sounds good. Say, a question while I've got you on 
the phone…"

"Yes?"

Hesitating, unsure of how to phrase what might be 
considered unnecessarily snoopy, he asked, "Jen's 
father said he has a friend outside who keep an eye 
on her. What does that mean?"

There was silence as she considered the question. 
"Margrave."

"I don't know the name…," but damn, it sure sounded 
familiar.

"Big man across the street. I'm sure you've seen him 
around." Ah, name on the mailbox. Heavy-set man. 
"He's got an unpleasant disposition, but he used to 
run off any kids that gave Jen a hard time."

"Okay, got it. Wanted to make sure I wasn't dealing 
with a dangerous asshole rather than just some nosy 
but otherwise harmless bastard."

"Mom told me once that Margrave was one of Mr. 
Donovan's buddies from way back and that we should 
stay away from him. She said they were a bad 
influence. You can probably guess why."

"Yeah, I can. Thanks for the call, Fiona. Take care, 
both of you." 

There was no response for a moment, and it seemed 
she'd hung up. Instead, a heartbeat before his finger 
cut off the call, he heard the faint reply "I love 
you, Jahn. Be well."

***

One grenade after the next, Jahn thought, absently 
studying the cellphone nestled in his palm. I love 
you, Jahn. What am I supposed to say to that? He 
already knew how strongly he felt about Jenny, though 
he wasn't sure she felt the same unless the 
insatiable sex streak was her strange way of 
expressing it. Fiona, on the other hand… there was an 
increasingly warmer spot in his chest for her each 
time they were together. The prospect of eventually 
having to choose between them... that felt like 
sacrificing a family member.

Goddamnit, he thought, squashing the thought 
ruthlessly. There's gotta be a way to ensure this 
works. Mulling the problem over his head as he took 
care of the cleaning he'd been neglecting since New 
Year's, he found himself at a loss.  It wasn't like 
he had anyone he could ask for advice. Despite their 
usual bragging about sexual conquests, he knew none 
of his work buddies had anything useful to offer on 
the subject. Either married, or perpetually single, 
that was their lot. 

The internet? Desperate times call for desperate 
measures, he thought grimly. I'll probably get 
nothing but trolling, but whatever. After some 
searching, he was able to find what looked like a 
reliable forum for relationship advice. A little 
hesitation at first, but he finally typed out:

~Luckystarz: Hey people, newbie looking for some 
advice here. I've got relationships with two great 
women who know about each other and are okay with it… 
for now. How do I maintain this? How do I make it 
work? 

Leaning back, he waited for a few minutes before 
replies started popping up.

~Guest12: fuck em both lol
~AdonisLives: tits or gtfo

Die in a fire, he thought with a spike of irritation.

~Ladiesman42: bullshit, get out troll

"Karma," he sighed resignedly. How many times have I 
posted something like that when some dude started 
ranting about his supermodel girlfriend? 

~ModGod: Cool the flaming, kids. You know the rules. 
Real advice only, even the requests seems unreal. 
Love takes many forms.

Things got quiet after that, and the wait lasted what 
felt like eternity, stretching to an hour. Bored, he 
took a break to take care of his bills. When he got 
back to his computer, nothing much had changed, with 
one small exception.

~Birdwatcher: LS - speaking from experience, here – 
balance is part you part them. Treat them with 
respect and love always, but you have to know that if 
they feel the situation is unfair or wrong or 
something else entirely w/e your best intentions 
there's nothing you can do. You cant make them 
change. It didn't work out for me and I couldn't 
choose so they both left. Sad story boo hoo sure but 
do what you can and pray for the rest.

Is that really all there is? He wondered, bookmarking 
the site. Love them as best I can, and hope they feel 
the same? Could it last, like that? Jabbing a button, 
he cut the power.

***

A rollercoaster, he thought. Up 'n down 'n away we 
go, screaming into oblivion. As Jahn pulled into the 
Reed driveway, he recalled the surge of sheer 
pleasure and adrenaline when Jenny had at last called 
him the previous evening. A full week of moping 
around his apartment, waiting for advice from people 
that didn't seem to have anything worthwhile to offer 
– depression to exultation, that's what this was.
 
Jen had told him that she'd made reservations, though 
she wouldn't say exactly where, and that she wanted 
him to see her dress before they left. Excuse for a 
quickie, he was betting, but he'd settle for admiring 
a new dress too, if that's really all it was. 
Snatching up the rose he'd gotten for her, he let 
himself into the house.

"Knock knock?" he shouted, not seeing any sign of the 
blonde in the kitchen or living room.

A faint, "Yeah, come on up," greeted him. Quick 
negotiation of the stairs led him to her room and he 
paused with a frown. What the hell was that smell? 
Sand? Incense? Was she burning something? Alarmed, he 
yanked open the door to her room. What he saw stunned 
him into paralysis.

//Minarets cast in shadow against a burning horizon 
of orange and red sun, hazy with the coming twilight. 
Bells tolling like vespers signal the day's end and a 
call to worship. A woman stands before him, hourglass 
figure presenting the same contrast against the 
landscape, dark curves clad in translucent, 
diaphanous material. A stray wind whips past, 
colorful and clear material fluttering alike.//

The entire bedroom was cast in dim and flickering 
light, illuminated mostly by a circle of candles. 
With wonder, he realized that Jenny was standing in 
front of the bed, clad in something certainly, but no 
dress. It was some sort of… costume… that brought to 
mind a dozen old and dusty fantasies of harem slave 
girls clad in revealing silk veils, blouses and 
pantaloons, colorful and well-placed sashes the only 
nod to modesty.

//Haunting music that evokes the sense of great 
loneliness, in a vast and empty desert only sparsely 
populated with oases such as these, plays on 
unfamiliar instruments. Accompanying the piping notes 
is a woman's voice, high rich and beautiful. While 
she sings, the lone dark figure standing here begins 
to dance.//

An odd clicking noise sounded and exotic music had 
begun to play. Arabesque? He speculated. No, that's 
stupid.. This is truly _foreign_ music, the stuff you 
hear on TV specials or from singers in other 
countries. Jahn had no idea, and it only tugged at 
his ears with a sense of déjà vu rather than real 
recognition.

Jenny… he recognized that it was her, despite the 
strange garb, long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail 
and feature-concealing shadows of the room… began to 
move in liquid sway, first raising her hands skyward 
and then unleashing a rhythmic dance that flowed like 
undertow, seeming to pull his feet from beneath him.

Holy smoke, he thought, aware of a growing erection 
in his pants. This is what really erotic dancing is 
about. Not overt and raw sexuality, but hinting and 
teasing at the delights that lay concealed behind a 
thin veneer of beautiful music and sinuous motion.

His girlfriend's face was unreadable in the darkness, 
but she was communicating with him in an different 
way, entirely nonverbal, using her body to speak to 
him. First gesturing to him with open palms, keeping 
him at arms-length, turning and whirling dervish-like 
in place, kneeling, bending, twisting, always in 
motion, while never losing that graceful and rhythmic 
dancing. Colorful sashes drop away, fluttering into 
darkness.

Cupped hands, outstretched, pulling just slightly 
inward, an invitation to approach, then spreading 
outwards as if to encompass the room's small horizon. 
Jahn embraced her about the waist, but she still did 
not stop moving, the smooth rhythm of her slim body 
serving only to excite him further.

There is a roughness to the material as he pulled it 
away from her body revealing the pale candle-clad 
skin beneath, but it is no bar, was never meant to 
be, for what she is offering is his and his alone. He 
slid into the delicious tightness between her 
shadowed legs, and while he has her firmly within his 
embrace, it is she controlling him with her 
movements. A low cry of pleasure escaped him as she 
moved, towards, away, gyrating, within and without, 
the contact of outer flesh against inner flesh 
secure, but never the same from one moment to the 
next. His release is like an explosion of light, 
surging from his loins to hers.

***

A glass of ice water was all Jahn really needed, 
though he knew he was done for the evening. Jenny's 
little … ambush seemed to have drained him of every 
last bit of energy he'd possessed, leaving only a dim 
glow of satisfaction.  He'd understood the blonde was 
far more sexually expressive than her sister, but 
she'd always expressed it in raw, purely sexual acts. 
This was, well, wow. Setting the glass down, he wiped 
residual sweat from his forehead. The sound of 
movement from the doorway caused him to turn with a 
smile.

"Hey…"

"Hey, yourself." A small, slender woman stood in the 
doorway to the kitchen, and for just a second, she 
looked just like Jenny. No illusion though, this 
woman was dressed in a flattering skirt and blouse 
that were far more conservative than anything his 
girlfriend wore, and she was much older. Crow's feet 
touched the corners of dark eyes, feathered silver-
grey hair framing her forehead, putting her somewhere 
in her fifties if he had his guess. He could see 
something else in her too… both Jenny and Fiona

Cocking her head in curiosity, as if she were an 
inquisitive bird, she looked like an inquisitive 
bird. "Fiona's new boyfriend, I presume?"

Unthinkingly, he nodded. "Jahn Halvers. You must be 
Mary Reed?"

Their shared attention was drawn to a muffled oath 
immediately behind Mrs. Reed, and she turned to see 
Jenny, still clad in her harem girl outfit, clutching 
a bruised leg, blue eyes wide not just in pain, but 
surprise.

to be continued... 

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