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Sweet Dreams Are Made of These - 6
by Innuendo (keepsake411@yahoo.com)

***

It's not so easy to make a good thing last, even if 
Jahn's finding it every bit worth the effort. What 
challenges are yet to come? Ghosts of the past, 
realities of the present, or shades of the future? 
(FFM, exh, voy, rom, fantasy)

***

Chapter: June "Ties That Bind"

In a parallel universe, anything is possible. A world 
might exist where you're the president, a prize-
winning journalist, a loud-mouthed radio host, or 
maybe just a homeless bum. An ideal you might even 
exist, a you that never had any regrets, made all the 
right choices, and walked through life with a song on 
your lips. It's an appealing fantasy for those who are 
sure there are worlds other than these, and that a 
better place can be found in amongst their number. 

Jahn had bookshelves full of the stuff in the old 
apartment, and had an odd certainty that he must have 
stumbled into one of them. Sweet dreams are made of 
these, he thought, the rhythmic beat sliding through 
his head like liquid mercury, as he breathed in the 
lingering perfumes of the women beside him.

It seemed only natural that one of them might join him 
that first night, in the bedroom they'd given him. 
Fiona had gotten there first, slipping through the 
half-open door with a light knock to announce her 
presence, a slight smile on her face as she silently 
moved across the room and leaned down to embrace him. 
Raising her lips to his cheek for a lingering 
goodnight kiss, she whispered, "Would you mind if I 
stayed with you tonight?" making the request shyly, as 
if the act of sleeping together in one bed were 
somehow more intimate than the sex they'd already 
enjoyed.

Of course he didn't mind, and as he lay down, she 
settled her small slender frame next to his on the 
spacious bed, nestling her head into his shoulder, and 
tracing a finger across his chest in a possessive 
gesture.

With all the subtlety of an elephant in a china shop, 
Jen spilled into the room less than ten minutes later, 
halting at the sight of her sister and her boyfriend 
already lying together on the bed. There was nothing 
to interrupt, as they'd only meant to sleep, but the 
sisters stared at each other like unfamiliar stray 
cats trying to work out the ownership of new 
territory. Finally, and without a word, Fiona lifted a 
hand, gesturing to the other side of the bed. His 
other shoulder, he realized. 

A sigh of relief escaped him, prompting the brunette 
to give him a reproving knuckle to the ribs. Her 
sister seemed to have decided that the unspoken 
suggestion had merit and circled the bed, and taking a 
seat, drew her long legs up beside him, before finally 
lying down.

Total chastity, safe within each sister's boundaries, 
because nothing more than a loving embrace was needed. 
Darkness was slow to draw in through the blinds, but 
it was a long while before he slept.

***

With Mrs. Reed in town, he was reminded of what little 
family he had left. Both his mother and father had 
passed nearly a decade back, and Jahn hadn't spoken to 
Roger in nearly a year. Natural, of course: his 
brother had a wife and a kid, a life of their own. He 
should contact his brother about his plans, but needed 
a good excuse… no, he really didn't. Roger was family. 
Pulling out his cell, he keyed in the number, still 
familiar to him even after so long.

His brother picked up on the second ring. "Holy shit, 
Jahn, that you? Been awhile, bro."

"Yeah," Jahn responded uncomfortably. "Time flies…"

"It's cool, buddy. 'Shell and Joey keep me busy here. 
Need anything, or you just call to shoot the breeze?" 
The cheerful goodwill of his brother seemed to exude 
from the device in Jahn's hand.

"Actually, yeah. You have everything you want from Mom 
& Dad's stuff in the storage unit?"

"Everything except the mahogany dresser, yeah. 'Shell 
wants it for the extra room when we finish. Sayyyyyy, 
you finally got Andrea to soften up and move in with 
you?" 

"Ah, no. Ended that a few months back, found someone 
new."

A low whistle sounded from the other end. "Sorry to 
hear that, I know you were really into her."

Jahn replied, more curtly than intended. "The 
relationship ran its course."

"Yeah, got it…" He'd had a few conversations with 
Roger about his ex early in that relationship, but it 
always left a strain on any chat, so he'd dropped it. 
"So, just a few months back, huh? Quick worker. Who's 
the lucky girl?"

"Ummm, Jen and Fiona Reed. You wouldn't know them."

"Geninfiona? That some sort of Germ- Wait, did you say 
'them'?" The surprise in Roger's voice was clear.

"Well, it's like this..." Filling in his brother on 
the details, he waited nervously, hoping Roger 
wouldn't think he was some kind of idiot, or gone 
cultist, or worse, pull the same drooling routine some 
of his friends from work had given when they found out 
he had not one girlfriend, but two. Jahn shouldn't 
have worried. Roger was a rock to lean on, always had 
been.

"It sounds like you really dig them. I'm glad for you, 
bro."

"You don't think it's weird, then? Or like I'm taking 
advantage of them or something?"

"I've met men and women and seen all kinds of 
relationships all over the world. An extra girlfriend 
is like… nothing here in the USA. You could shout 
random shit and show them off like arm candy, and 
nobody would bat an eyelash. Far as the personal 
judgments go, you've never been the kind of guy to 
treat a girl like that. If you believed you might, I 
trust you'd do the right thing."

"I guess I would."

"Damn straight. I'll come down this weekend and give 
you a hand with moving anything they want out of the 
unit." The offer came at him so fast, he didn't think 
to turn it down then wondered why he would have. Roger 
had given his seal of approval. That was what 
mattered.

***

"Oh ho ho ho ho," chortled Jen, as they made their way 
into the bedroom of his old apartment. "Finally, I 
gets to excavate ze hidden secrets of ze master's 
lair!"

Rolling his eyes, he dropped a stack of packing boxes 
onto the floor. "Like you haven't been here at least a 
half dozen times already?"

The blonde gave him a wicked grin, tugging at the 
neckline of her t-shirt. "Sure, but when the only view 
I get is your ceiling or the mattress…"

Laughing, he returned, "Yeah, yeah, point made. Dig to 
your heart's content. I've already seen your dirty 
laundry." A whole closet full of it, in fact; she 
hadn't been joking about her porn collection. Probably 
why she was heading straight for his closet, he 
figured, as he began the tedious process of unplugging 
his work center.

"Hmmm, lotta magazines in here…" she piped up 
impishly. The shuffling of paper was audible, but he 
ignored it. 

"Pretty tame compared to _your_ collection," he shot 
back with good humor. "Just some Playboys and some 
other assorted crap. You can toss 'em in the trash." 
Jen might not appreciate the girl-on-girl stuff hidden 
at the bottom of those stacks, he reflected, and 
turned to give her a hand, maybe dump them on the sly 
before she got that far. "Here, I can do that for 
you…"

"Dream on, sucker, you're not slipping anything past 
me." Damn, she was quick. A small stack of magazines 
thudded onto the bag by the closet, sliding askew on 
the floor. "Hah! That explains it. Trying to slip your 
pervy girl-on-girl stuff past me…" 

"Uh yeah, I think you mentioned something about that 
sort of thing bothering you." Jahn couldn't think of a 
thing to change the subject to.

"What?" She was silent for a moment, but a snort of 
laughter followed it. "I was talking about my sister. 
Not girls in general. Big difference." Jen had a thing 
for girls? That was news to him, if useless. No way in 
hell he was going to risk losing Fiona over a 
threesome with some random chick. The last of the 
magazines was pitched onto the bag. A comfortable 
silence fell as they worked on packing his 
belongings..

Absorbed in his work, Jahn was abruptly and painfully 
brought back to reality by an overjoyed squeal from 
the closet. Muttering as he rubbed his head from a 
bump against the desk, he turned his attention to the 
closet where Jen appeared to have regressed to 
juvenile spasms of delight.

"If dirty magazines turn you on that much…"

"Fuck you, jerk! You've been holding out on me!" A 
look of rapture had come over her face as she held up 
his bomber jacket. It took him a second, and he 
couldn't help but laugh as he made the connection.

"Oh please, it's not a replica jacket, and hell, it 
doesn't even look much like the one in the movie. No 
need to drool on it."
	
"Totally _not_ the point," she said emphatically. 
"You're not the only one with an imagination, you 
know! And after I set up that harem girl outfit for 
you!" Her mouth widened in a Cheshire grin. "I think 
it's only fair that you make it up to me."

"Sure, sure," he said agreeably, though he'd never 
been in a drama club like she and Fiona had, and 
wasn't sure how he was going to pull off pretending to 
be a pilot. Vroom vroom, he thought distractedly.

"Right. Now." The blonde pressed, still grinning 
wolfishly down at him. "Take me to bed or lose me 
forever, is how it goes."

"There's something I'm supposed to say to that, right? 
It's been a long time since I saw the movie…" Jahn 
said, as he rose from the floor.

"Just put on the jacket and lose your jeans. We can do 
the really fun stuff later." Fun was relative in 
Jenny's World, painted in a rainbow of degrees.

Fortunately it still fit, or he might have had a 
rebellion on his hands. What was that song? Ah… "As 
you turn to me and say… take my breath away" he began 
to sing quietly, though his recall of the lyrics was 
spotty at best.

Jen eagerly pushed him to the bed as he unzipped and 
lowered both jeans and underwear.. As contagious as 
ever, her enthusiasm infected him, and he reveled in 
the sensation of her lips making contact with the 
flesh of his cock, practically setting it aflame with 
transient, plush sensation. His girlfriend had 
possessed even less experience with this than he did, 
but in the few months they'd been together, she'd 
acquired her own little sphere of expertise, switching 
from tongue to lips and back again in a teasing flurry 
that stoked the fire in him to raging hardness, 
amplified again by the lowering lids of her shining 
blue eyes that sparkled with pleasure, as she had her 
way with him. Her tongue slid from the head of his 
dick to the base of his shaft, and he groaned with 
pleasure. "Oh fuck," he muttered, trying to support 
himself on the bed as she took him deeper into her 
mouth. "Fuck!"

The last expletive was not directed at the intense 
pleasure she was giving him, but at the sound of 
knocking at the apartment door. "Cock-blocking 
fucker!" he swore, feeling himself shift from 60 to 0 
so fast that the rush of blood dizzied him.

Jen looked disappointed as well, but he knew she'd 
take it out of him later. Too bad he'd forgotten about 
this jacket. Maybe he could get something more like 
the real thing for her.

***

Funny how fast goodwill could drain out of you, and 
flood right back in again. Like a rollercoaster, Jahn 
thought, as he gave Roger a heartfelt hug. The sight 
of his brother, his only surviving family, was a 
tonic. "Good to see you again, man."

"You too, Jahnie boy. I'm guessing this one is the 
lovely Jennifer Reed?"

Jen beamed up at him, no small feat. Jahn had been 
blessed with his father and mother's height, but Roger 
stood a good few inches above even him. "Jen, or 
Jenny, if you like."

"My wife would rather I not be too familiar," his 
brother said, winking. "But it's a pleasure to meet 
you, Jen." He took her hand in a casual handshake that 
he deftly turned into a kiss on the back of the hand. 
Jahn had always envied his brother for his adult 
mystique, and seemingly endless talent for making a 
good impression on women. If he'd been closer to 
Jahn's age, he'd have had to worry about being in his 
brother's shadow, but Roger was more like a cool and 
much older uncle, always coming home first from 
college, and later from the military, with a story to 
tell, and just the right insights and advice for his 
clueless younger brother. The blonde's eyes widened 
briefly at the unexpected gesture, unsure how to 
react. Old school has its downsides, no matter how 
cool it looks in the movies, he realized.

Roger turned his attention to Jahn. "I've got the 
truck. Should be just enough space for all of us if 
you want to pick up your… other lady, first."

"No, we're going to need a second vehicle. Their 
mother is staying for a few weeks. Got a game plan, 
though. I figure we'll stop at the house, let you have 
a look around and meet Mrs. Reed, then introduce the 
womenfolk to the storage unit." Jen gave him a sharp 
poke with her elbow at his use of the word 
'womenfolk', but her smile never wavered. "I'll cover 
dinner at Flannagans, let Jen and Fiona figure out 
what they want to take home, while we do the lifting. 
None of it's particularly heavy."

The introductions had gone easily enough, though Mary 
Reed had shown a wolfish grin uncomfortably 
reminiscent of Jen's when Roger pulled that smooth 
little hand kissing trick on her. His brother might be 
pushing forty, but still possessed the fitness of 
youth, and he had looks that were starting to trend 
toward what was referred to as 'distinguished' as age 
finally caught up. She's just flirting, she's just 
flirting, Jahn assured himself, in response to Mrs. 
Reed's attention to his brother over dinner. He was 
remembering the jealous streak Roger's wife Mishelle 
reputedly possessed.

And because the sexual tension just wasn't enough to 
put a damper on his evening, Margrave also had to be 
out and about, working on something in his driveway 
and paying plenty of attention to the proceedings with 
what Jahn like to think of as beady little rat-like 
eyes. He shot the man a friendly wave that was 
ignored. Fuck you too, he thought, sighing audibly.

Bringing Mrs. Reed along had been a stroke of 
outstanding luck. Finances had always been tight 
around the Reed household, a single mother raising two 
girls without a breadwinner's help. While her own 
small income had ensured they kept well away from 
welfare, there were any number of things she'd wanted 
for her home and to pass on to her girls when they 
grew up. A keen eye and appreciation of some of the 
furniture his folks had left behind had their mother 
pointing out items for her daughters that they 
probably wouldn't have thought to ask for on their 
own, and would never have occurred to Jahn to 
recommend. 

A hutch with a glass display case certainly looked 
nice, he'd admit, but he never really understood what 
his mother did with the thing. Glorified dish rack? 
Damn, he realized. My sense of household aesthetics 
really does suck.

It occurred to him that if things ever broke down with 
Jen and Fiona, he'd either have to haul all this stuff 
out again or leave it behind. Somehow, the latter 
didn't seem to matter. Everything was gathering dust 
here. What was the point of leaving it in a storage 
unit somewhere or pawning it for a few extra dollars?

The women made their choices, a process that was like 
a weird shopping spree, albeit one that involved 
intense debate over the merits of placing end tables 
by a couch and adding a coffee table to the living 
room. In the end, when all the lifting and moving was 
done, there was a strange new companion in the Reed 
household. A sense of nostalgia was present, the past 
and present merging and creating something entirely 
new. Something better. Was that it, he wondered? Was 
it because he was bringing something with him, rather 
than just moving in?

These are the memories that last. This is the reason 
for scrapbooking, he thought suddenly, the odd flash 
of insight striking him as the chatter of family 
circulated through the living room. Mark the moment. 
Excusing himself, he retreated to his room to find his 
camera.

It was going to be a long, hot summer, and he didn't 
want to miss a thing.

***

His camera turned out to be the aphrodisiac for Fiona 
that the "dress-up" sessions were for Jen. Pale enough 
that she burned easily, the blonde preferred the air-
conditioned environment of a gym for her exercise, and 
usually begged off of biking trips, leaving him and 
Fiona to enjoy long rides together. They'd been doing 
that off and on for the last month, and the camera was 
a constant companion on their outings. Jahn's 
photographs were strictly amateur, but he had a skill 
for recognizing good landscapes or other scenes to 
shoot, and was starting to acquire a sizable 
collection.

Incorporation of his girlfriend into the pictures had 
been a happy accident. Both of them were usually 
focused on enjoying the trips as much as the other's 
company, and it hadn't really occurred to him to take 
any photos of her other than those he kept for the 
family scrapbook.

A hot day of biking on a back trail through one of the 
state parks had them stopping for a break. As Fiona 
leaned over to unpack their lunches, he admired the 
firm curve of her butt through the material of her 
shorts, and raised the camera almost unconsciously to 
snap off a picture. It was an old model, not one of 
the new digital jobs with all the fancy features, and 
the camera made an audible click as he did so.

She whirled with a blush on her face to confront him, 
but there was no heat in her words. "That's a 
dangerous weapon you've got there. I hope that's not 
going to find its way on the internet…"

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said flippantly. "Can't 
promise it won't find its way into my private offline 
collection, though…" 

His girlfriend's teeth gleamed brightly in the sun as 
she smiled. "I'll trust you to that, Jahn. Just 
remember that reasons for castration vary from woman 
to woman in our house." She winked, to allay any 
concerns, but it wasn't like he had any intention of 
doing that to her. While Fiona could be a charming 
woman, comfortable in the company of others, she was 
intensely private about personal matters, preferring 
to keep them among family or close friends. He'd begun 
to develop some regret over the way he'd confronted 
Andrea in their breakup, and knew he couldn't ever do 
that to Jen or Fiona without hating himself for the 
rest of his life. There had to be boundaries.

He raised the camera again. "So, a few more?"

Again, a dazzling smile lit her face. Fiona turned out 
to have a knack for playing to the camera, as if it 
were some sort of sub-set to her skill of dressing to 
kill. Nature forgotten, they spent the rest of the day 
having her pose for him at various locations, egging 
each other on to ever more risqué shots. Shenan Oaks 
Park was isolated, and there was little chance of 
being caught. Just a hint of danger, but no real risk. 
That seemed to be Fiona's kink. She played to it with 
gusto, showing off her sun-darkened nut-brown skin at 
his prompts, figuring out poses of her own that were 
far more erotic than anything he might have 
considered, tantalizing with the hidden rather than 
the explicit.

Fiona knelt before him on the boulder, eyes half-
lidded beneath the afternoon sun, arms behind her 
head, fingers in her hair as if she were bathing in 
light. Back arched, small breasts thrust outward on 
her nymph-like frame, dark nipples glistening with 
sweat. 

The smile on her face wasn't dazzling, but sultry, 
evoking pure sensuality. "Dear lord, that's hot," he 
croaked, throat drying from one heat as much as the 
other. She made a beckoning motion with her hands 
outstretched that he mistook for a pose until she 
crooked her finger at him again, eyebrow raised. Oh. 
Right. 

No further prompting was necessary. He approached her 
quickly, ready for whatever she had in mind. Fiona 
liked for him to initiate, usually throwing off cues 
of varying subtlety, but this time she was the first 
to act, leaning forward to slide her thumbs into the 
elastic waistband of his shorts. An exotic scent that 
was a mix of the surrounding pine trees and the light 
perfume his girlfriend wore combined to waft into his 
nostrils, momentarily dazing him with strangeness.

When his head had cleared, he found she'd already 
removed his underwear, and was beginning to stroke a 
finger along the base of his shaft. The delicate 
motion, as light and teasing as any tongue, caused his 
body to react with a violent shudder, blood surging 
through his body, making him erect within what seemed 
like a heartbeat.

Her breath on him, the light vapor of her mouth on his 
cock made him want to strain toward her, to take her 
head in his hands, but she held him at bay with 
splayed fingers upon his midriff, taking her time with 
the light ministrations. A finger slid along his 
length or about his girth at one moment, a flicker of 
her tongue did the same at the next. She was not 
suckling on him, not even nibbling, but heaven help 
him, what she was doing was every bit as good as a 
real blowjob.

She continued until her own arousal was evident in her 
uneasy breathing, and he moved forward to lay a hand 
on her smooth brown flesh, to share the offer she was 
whispering up to him. The moment was a spell, and it 
broke like glass as laughter sounded in the far 
distance. Cheeks tinged with a red that was definitely 
not arousal, she grabbed her shirt and dressed. It was 
some consolation that she would eagerly pick up where 
they left off when they got home, but really. Was 
someone upstairs laughing at him?

***

It seemed like they must be, because not only was Jen 
back, but within ten minutes after getting home, a 
knock sounded on the door. Fiona went down to answer 
it, and he could hear a number of voices through the 
open window of his room. Both Mrs. Reed and his 
brother had long since left, his girlfriends' mother 
to visit a gentleman she'd met in her travelling, his 
brother back to his family the same weekend he'd come 
down. Some of Jen's friends, maybe? No, too masculine. 
Curious, he descended the stairs to see who'd come to 
visit.

He froze when he saw the people standing at the door 
talking with Fiona, and the man who was standing there 
did the same as soon as he caught sight of Jahn. 
Silence like a blanket encompassed the room as Jahn 
Halvers faced the last person he had expected, much 
less wanted, to see.

Yes, definitely mocking laughter, laughter that 
sounded like words, words that sound suspiciously like 
"Asshole."

To be continued...

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