RMC: BIRTHDAY PRESENTS

"Hi lover, have you missed me?"

I have to give Bug credit; she'd actually managed three full days before calling. Had I missed her? God yes; after being with her nearly non-stop for 15 days, how could I not? Three full days of being naked and fucking each other senseless, followed by another 12 days of several times a night and again first thing in the morning? If nothing else I was getting withdrawals.

"Oh, hey Bug," I calmly answered as if it was nothing hearing from her at 10:30 at night, the erection growing in my pants just at the sound of her voice saying otherwise - even if she couldn't see it. "Yeah, I suppose I've missed you. Mostly just getting caught up on my sleep," I teased. "I wasn't getting much sleep for the last couple of weeks, and just figured out why - I was sleeping with a Bed Bug! Here all these years I've been warning people not to let the Bed Bugs bite - but I think I'm going to have to change my recommendation." Bug's laugh was music to my ears.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking of you."

I chuckled. "Me either. Do you realize that you and I had more sex in two weeks than Debs and I did on our honeymoon?"

"Really?" Her voice sounded puzzled. "You guys didn't..."

"Oh no, we did," answering her un-worded question, "it's just that we'd already been together for two years when we got married. We'd gotten past the doing it whenever we were alone stage, we were keeping it down to just a couple of times a day by then." Of course that was saying nothing about the illicit nature of our relationship making it that much more exciting.

"I'd say we beat that record by a long shot. God that was fun."

"That it was." I really hadn't thought about how many times we had done it, but it had been practically constant the first few days, and then after that at least every morning and night. There were multiple times during the weeks when one or the other of us had woken and snuggled with the other in the middle of the night, instigating an impromptu session. Even Bug's mother, my sister Gayle, had helped by allowing us to be alone one afternoon. Everyone else was going into town to do some shopping, but I'd said I wasn't interested and Bug had opted out too. The snowmobiles and trailers were used to shuttle everyone down the mountain, requiring two trips. When the second load was about to leave and Gayle realized that it was going to be just the three of us left, she suddenly 'changed her mind' and made everyone wait while she got her coat to go along. She smiled at me going out the door and said she'd be sure to call before anyone headed back up the mountain. We ended up being alone for nearly four hours - it was practically like it had been our first couple of days. "I'll bet we did it fifty times."

"Too bad it wasn't a hundred."

"Gees Bug, you had me walking all bent over as it was; what do you want to do, kill me?"

"Uh - uh, I don't want to kill you but right now there is something else I do want to do to you."

"Oh is there now? And just what would that be?" There was no mistaking the lusty tone of her voice. I reached down and straightened my dick where it was bunched in my underwear.

"Suck your cock."

I laughed. "Oh you would, would you? I'm guessing from that statement that your roommate isn't home?"

"She has a late class tonight; she usually doesn't get home until about midnight or a little before."

"So you're alone for the next hour or so? Too bad we don't live closer so you could come and see me or I could come and see you." It was quiet for a moment before she answered.

"Did you find my presents?"

"Presents? No, no presents for me. I found a couple of tiny little boxes with my ski boots and thought they might be for me, they had my name on them, but they must have been for someone else. The sweet little nothings that were in them definitely won't fit me."

"So did you like them?" she asked, ignoring my tease.

"Oh my god, yes."

"Did you put them somewhere special?"

"I guess. They're in the bottom drawer of my nightstand. But the real special place I want to put them is on you."

"I can't wait to have you take them off of me."

"That too," I agreed. "So what are you up to right now? Studying?"

"I'm just lying here on the bed thinking of you."

"Getting ready for bed?"

"Sort of. Just wishing we were together."

It suddenly dawned on me what Bug was probably doing on the other end of the line. "Bug, what are you wearing?" I asked.

Her naughty giggle told me exactly what she was, or most likely wasn't, wearing. "If you've got FaceTime I'll show you."

"Oh really? Am I detecting someone's being naughty?"

"Maybe."

"Hmm. I don't have FaceTime but I've got Skype on my laptop, but I didn't bring my laptop home tonight."

"Bummer. I was really hoping to see you, to see what I've been dreaming about."

"You've been dreaming about me?"

"Ummm. I've been dreaming about doing things to you."

"Yeah, I've missed you too. It doesn't seem possible that it was only four days ago..."

"When are you bringing your computer home again?"

"I normally bring it home every night, but I stayed late tonight and I've got an early meeting tomorrow so there was no sense in bringing it home."

"Ok. Too bad. But you'll have it next week?"

"Probably. I just need to remember to bring it home. Why, have you got something in mind?"

"My roomies got class again so she won't be home early. If you've got your computer, we may not be able to be together, but at least we can see each other naked."

I'd walked away from everything when we went to Colorado for Christmas. I hadn't taken my laptop with me, which is always a mixed blessing. For two full weeks I truly was away from work, totally unable to see or respond to the myriad of national and international requests for help while we were gone. Unfortunately, once I returned, I was once again immediately buried in a backlog of work. Within days of returning home the memories of two weeks in the Rockies with my family, especially Bug, had become more dreamlike than real. Had my niece really seduced me, or was it that I seduced her? Had my sister really found out that I was having sex with her daughter and accepted, even approved, of that happening? Certainly she'd been the final reason that Bug and I had been able to continue sharing a bedroom and bed. If my sister had said "over my dead body," I know Bug and I would have been separated, but instead we'd continued discretely as lovers for the entire two weeks.

I didn't hear from Janet until the early the next week. She and Rob had family visiting over the holidays; they'd been completely tied up for weeks also, so we hadn't gotten together since early December. It wasn't unexpected that she called; it was unexpected that she said she was making arrangements for overnight nursing help so she could spend the night with me. "I need to get away, and for more than just a few hours," she'd explained.

Except for our first date night, when her husband had conspired to arrange for us to spend the night together, we'd only ever spent time together during the day or evenings when she normally had medical assistance with Rob. Even though I was buried at work, I made arrangements to be off from noon Wednesday until noon Thursday. Midweek was so much easier to arrange for overnight help than it was on a weekend.

When she'd said she needed an overnight away, I understood exactly what she wanted and needed. Being a round the clock caregiver she never got to participate in anything that most of us take for granted. Except when she was with me she no longer did anything away from her home. She no longer went out to dinner, never went to the movies, and never took a walk on the beach. Occasionally we'd caught an afternoon movie together - but doing so reduced the amount of time we had in bed. I'd offered many times, but on a limited time budget, she almost always said no; "wouldn't you rather just spend the afternoon in bed?" This time when she said she was making arrangements for an overnighter, I knew we were going to do something besides sex - we were going to have a real date.

"It's a beautiful city, isn't it?" Janet asked. We were sitting on a bench at Cabrillo National Monument overlooking San Diego Bay and the city; one of the greatest all-encompassing views of a major city to be found anywhere. Janet's arm was wrapped inside mine, my hand resting on her knee. I didn't say anything, just squeezed her knee acknowledging her statement.

She sighed, a sigh of contentment. "I really needed this."

"Why's that?"

"Oh, you know. When my sister and her family visit, they all help out, but still - it's my house, and my responsibility to make sure everyone is fed, everyone has a place to sleep, everyone has clean towels, and everyone is taken care of. It's a great vacation for them, but without Rob it's all on me. And then, except during the day, I'm taking care of Rob, too. And then when they left I had to put the house back in order. I didn't realize how much kids make a mess of everything."

"You don't like kids?" I asked, reading more into it than what she'd said.

"Oh no, I love kids - it's just that when they're around, everything is always a mess." She shivered, and hugged my shoulder a little tighter. "Let's go, I'm getting chilled." It was a cold day for San Diego, in the high 50's, but with the continual breeze from the ocean it felt much colder. "I told my sister about you," she said as we walked toward the car.

"How'd that happen?" I responded. Not that I was averse to her telling anyone, after all, I'd told Gloria, Bug, and my sister, but they had a need to know. It didn't seem like Janet was just one to be telling others that she had a boyfriend elsewhere.

"She wanted to know whether it was possible for Rob and me to still have sex. I told her no, that except for his tongue, nothing works anymore. She was aghast; she said 'You mean you're not getting any at all? What do you do, are you married to your vibrator?' So I told her. I didn't say it was you specifically, I didn't tell her who you were, just that we had a friend that was a widower and we got together whenever we could." She giggled.

"What?" I said, looking over to see why she was giggling.

"It drove her crazy! She couldn't stand that I wouldn't tell her any more about you. She wanted to know your name, where you lived, how often we got together, how long we'd known each other, whether you were a good lover, whether you had a nice one - and I didn't tell her anything. For the rest of the time they were visiting she'd drop little hints that she wanted to know more, or she'd ask questions where it would be easy for me to say something about you. I never did though. She finally confessed that although she loved her husband and kids dearly, there were times when her life was just so 'humdrum,' that there were times when she wished she could have a lover, a little "variety like she had in college" is how she put it."

I pulled the car up in front of the practically deserted restaurant. We were early for the dinner crowd and late for lunch so we practically had the place to ourselves. They started to give us a table that was convenient for them to wait on but I asked for a small table overlooking the bay where we could talk a bit more privately. It turned out we were right next to the marina where we could watch the small, and sometimes not so small, boats returning to their slips.

"Are you and your sister close?" I asked when we'd finally settled into our table.

"Not as close as we used to be." She continued to talk unprompted about her sister and family, telling me about how when they were growing up they'd been rivals and bickered about everything. And then her sister went off to college and found out about sex while she was finding out about sex at home and somehow all their rivalries had disappeared. Whereas before they'd bickered about everything, they found out it was more fun to share everything. "She's known all my history until now and it drove her crazy not to know." I didn't tell her anything about my Christmas yet - just let her talk.

We finished dinner just as the after work crowd was beginning to arrive. Rather than fight rush hour traffic, we detoured to Sunset Cliffs and watched the sunset over the Pacific. A crystal clear evening, the sun set behind a line of black clouds well out over the ocean. "Shall we head for home?" I asked when a shiver shook her body once again.

"Yeah, I guess. It's just so nice to be outside without having to worry about Rob, or feeding a family, or taking care of things."

"I put the hot tub on - we can go warm up and still be outside if you want."

"Oh - now that sounds great!" She turned toward the car and extended her hand for me. I took it and we walked hand in hand to the car.

"Thank you," she said after she shut the door and I started the car.

"For what?"

"Just being there. Being exactly what I needed tonight, without needing to demand anything from me. My entire life is on demand, sometimes I just need someone to take care of me and my needs - and you do that perfectly."

I gently laughed. "I don't know about perfect - I'd say I'm a far cry from that, but I certainly enjoy being with you."

"Me too." Janet had talked nearly non-stop all afternoon, and now as we headed home, she seemed to have run out of things to say. The street traffic was light, within minutes we were out on the freeway which was now moving at full speed, the rush hour traffic already having dissipated.

I checked the spa with my hand when we got home although the steam coming off the water actually was enough to tell us it was hot. Janet had long before given up any hints of bashfulness - we stepped into the laundry room and took our clothes off. Wrapping her arms around her naked body, shivering just a bit, she pranced out the door and up the steps toward the spa. I pulled out a couple of towels, waited until she'd started stepping down into the spa before I turned off the outside light, and then carefully walked out myself - my night vision having been destroyed by the bright laundry room lights.

"Umm, this is perfect," Janet sighed as I dropped the towels on the bench and stepped down into the hot tub myself. As chilly as it was, the water felt almost too hot to begin with, but I rapidly acclimated.

"It feels nice, doesn't it?" I answered as I settled in and began to warm up. Leaning back against the edge, I turned slightly sideways across from Janet and put one foot up on the bench. Janet pulled away from the far side, turned around and settled into the spot on the seat in front of me, cuddling back into me. I wrapped my arms around her, one on her belly, the other resting on her breast. She turned slightly, lifting her face to mine and I kissed her. Just a short kiss with promise of more to come; she pulled away and settled back into my arms. I squeezed the breast in my hand without pursuing further, understanding what her body had told me: there was more to come, now if I wanted it, but she was perfectly content for the moment to just sit in my arms for a while.

"Can we turn the jets off?" I didn't answer, just reached for the control and found the button turning the noise and bubbling off. The quiet enveloped us, the steam from the water wafting around our faces. "Ahhh, perfect," she whispered a few moments later.

Neither of us said anything for several minutes, just letting the heat from the hot water soak into our bodies, our eyes gradually becoming accustomed to the night. To the west the dark clouds at sunset were rapidly moving in; I hadn't heard a weather forecast, but it looked to me like rain clouds.

"How was your Christmas?" Janet asked. "You haven't told me anything about it."

"I just haven't had a chance yet. It was nice hearing about you and your family visiting."

"I'm sure it sounded like I was complaining, but I wasn't. It was really nice having them here, but I'm glad that they're gone, too."

"I can understand that." I didn't say anything for a minute or so, and then began to tell her about my Christmas trip. I backed up to the planning stage, where we'd all decided I would take the suburban and go early, and the decision was made that Bug would go with me, and then continued right into the story. I gave her the long version, telling about Bug's and my relationship while she'd been growing up; about her nickname and where it came from, about Bug forgetting her bag, about her and Debs. I told her about the snowmobiles, and the lodge, and Bug nearly dying, and about her seducing me, or me her, or both of us seducing each other - however you want to describe it.

"You fucked your niece?" Janet said, more of a statement than a question, when I had paused in my recounting the tale for a bit gathering my thoughts. I'd eased my hug of her long before as we'd warmed up, one of my hands just resting against her hip, the other on my thigh although she still leaned back against me. Her hand was gently stroking up and down my arm.

"We made love," I answered, indicating that it had been more to me than just sex. Janet rose and slid forward, away from me; moving back to the far side of the spa where she slumped down so only her head was out of the water and put her feet on the bench beside me. Turning myself, I lifted her feet to slide my leg under and began massaging them. Her head tilted back, her eyes closed.

"Ummm, this is absolute heaven," she whispered a bit later, both of us sitting quietly for a few moments except for my hands kneading her feet. I had just begun to wonder what she was thinking about what I'd told her when she said "Did you tell her about us? Did you tell her about you and Gloria?"

"Of course," I answered, and picked up the tale from there. I told how we'd spent the better part of several days together alone, and how after everyone else arrived her mother had essentially completed the arrangement for us to share a room - although ostensibly we were just using different beds in the same room. I didn't tell her about my sister and her husband and their relationship with her brother-in-law and sister-in-law; that wasn't something that actually happened to me. Although my sister had admitted they were lovers, to me it was still hearsay and needless gossip.

When I finished the story we just sat there for a few moments. She slid a bit further forward in her seat, her foot coming between my legs to find my cock, her toes playing with me. "Did you use condoms?"

"No," I answered simply, there was no need for explanation - it was what it was. I knew what was going through her mind, and even though her foot was playing naughty with my cock, there was more to be said about this. I reached down and rubbed her foot.

"I fucked my cousin."

I'd thought she was thinking about what I'd told her - instead this, right out of the blue, caught me by surprise.

"You did? When he was here?"

"Oh no," she giggled, "He wasn't here, just my sister and her family. I haven't seen him in probably 10 years. This was a long time ago. They lived on a farm in Iowa, and sis and I went to visit for the summer. She had to leave a few weeks earlier than me, her college was on a different schedule, so I was there alone for the last couple of weeks. Or, at least I was alone with him." She giggled again, 'God it was so much fun - we'd sneak up into the hayloft in the barn. We thought we were being so smart, waiting until everyone was in bed and sneaking out to do it in the middle of the night. During the day we'd take our swimsuits and say we were going to the creek to go swimming but we weren't wearing our suits. We'd flirted and snuck kisses and stuff when my sister was there, but except for letting him feel me up - she kept interrupting us - we just never got to be alone for more than about 2 minutes. We joked about 'kissing cousins' and all, but once my sister was gone there was nothing to keep us apart. We'd done it about 10 times in two days when my Aunt grabbed me on the way out of the house. She just grabbed me by the arm and looked me in the face, and just like that - I knew that she knew. She said 'Do you need condoms or are you on the pill?' I was so shocked; I thought we'd been getting away with it, and all I could say was 'How'd you know?' She said, 'Sweetie, I wasn't born yesterday and you've been absolutely glowing for two days. Now I asked you a question - do you need condoms or are you on the pill?' I told her I was on the pill, and she just said, 'Ok. You two just be careful now, you hear?' And that was it; she let my arm go and never said another word."

I realized with her telling me this she was saying that she wasn't shocked, or at least wasn't being judgmental, about Bug and me. "You surprise me, Janet. Somehow I thought that Rob was sort of your one and only."

"There's a lot you don't know about me. Rob's my soul mate, but he wasn't my first, and he's not been my only. Are you going to see her again?" she asked, changing the subject back to Bug and the present, not even giving me time to think about her and her past and what she was telling me.

"Probably," I answered, nodding my head, and told her about the two 'presents' she'd left me.

Janet withdrew her foot from where she'd been stroking my mostly hard cock, and dropped it to the bottom of the spa. Leaning forward across the gap between us, she slid into my arms, her mouth searching out mine, her hand coming behind my head to hold me to her. Our tongues dueled, her hand slid into my lap to find my cock as my hands stroked her body. I was surprised how hot and wet her mouth was; although I couldn't tell about her pussy being in the water like it was. It didn't matter, whether it was her natural lubricant or the water, her legs spread to my touch as I stroked and fingered her. I felt a drop of water hit me in the head and wondered where it came from. A glance at the pool confirmed I hadn't imagined it as I saw the random splash of raindrops, the frequency increasing even as I looked.

Janet turned even more in my lap, almost sideways now, her hand stroking my cock while mine plundered her pussy, our tongues dueling for position. With her face upturned, the raindrops were now hitting her in the face. A minor inconvenience became an irritation as it continued to rain harder. Pulling away from our kiss she glanced at the sky. "Shall we go in?"

"Before we get wet?" I laughed, but we were both already moving. I grabbed the towels, just barely damp on the upper surface, and we dashed toward the house naked and wet. Standing in the open doorway drying off we heard the rain let go; the sprinkles became a harder rain that we'd just missed.

I didn't say anything after we were dried. I just stuck out my hand and she took it, following me naked through the house to my bedroom. Turning she stepped into my arms, my erection pressed between our bodies. I bent to her face which rose to mine again, our kiss picking up where we'd left off in the spa. I eased her back onto the bed freeing my hands to caress her body, to arouse and pleasure her. I pulled away from kissing her mouth but continued kissing, moving ever lower, suckling her nipples, her hand finding the back of my head as I did, her other hand that had been holding and stroking my penis slipping away as I moved lower on her body. Her legs spread giving me easy access, my mouth and tongue finding her pleasure spots. I remained between her legs paying undivided attention to her until her back arched, her hips quivered, and her orgasm washed across her. I played my tongue over her lips and clit until her hand on the back of my head indicated I should stop, but when I slid my body back up parallel to hers, her legs moved to close herself off keeping me from being between them.

"We need to talk first," she said, looking me in the face.

"About what?" I asked, knowing perfectly well that her closing her legs after I'd eaten her meant that my cock wasn't welcome there, at least for the moment. I rolled onto my side beside her and she turned to face me.

"You said you'd use condoms if there was ever anyone else."

"I did say that," I confirmed, nodding my head in agreement. "I said I'd tell you and Gloria if anything ever happened, and that I'd use condoms. I didn't plan it; it just happened and I wasn't prepared. I'm sorry."

"It did sound like it was pretty hot, though."

"It was that."

"And what are the chances that this hot little co-ed niece of yours has other lovers and that she's been using condoms with all of them? Jim, I want you to fuck me silly - but I don't want to take chances either."

"I know," I said to her and then explained, "She told me just before we made love that first time that she wasn't a virgin, it wasn't going to hurt, that she was on the pill, and that she didn't have any diseases."

"Did she tell you how she knew?"

"No. It's just her word, but knowing Bug, she wasn't just saying that. She really did have everything planned out."

"I'm sure she did, but did you see a test, or did she just tell you what she thought? She's a college co-ed, and I was a college co-ed once and I know that despite good intentions, I wasn't always good either. I've had the clap once, and I don't want it again." I realized that just like fucking her cousin, this was another little secret, her second revelation of the night.

"I understand," I said, and I truly did, having made sure earlier in the evening that I was prepared beforehand. I rolled over to the bedside table and pulled open the drawer, bringing a pack of condoms with me when I rolled back. "Do you want the honors?" I asked, pulling one out and flipping the rest of the pack to the other side of the bed.

Janet smiled, and took the foil packet from me, grabbing my hand and pulling me to her as she did. She pulled my head to hers, our mouths clashing, tongues battling for a moment before she pushed me away. "God I love you. I should have known you would understand."

"It's only what I would want if I were you," I answered. I watched her tear open the foil and toss it aside. Reaching for me, she urged me up toward her, onto my knees, so my cock was near her face. Her hand went to my penis, which was still plenty hard, however instead of installing the raincoat she first leaned over and took me into her mouth. Her tongue and mouth worked me while her hand slid down and fondled my balls. I moaned in approval watching her blowing me for a few moments before I leaned back slightly, my hand searching out her pussy, my fingers sliding into her warmth, slathering her natural lubricant around, up and over her clit and pussy lips. It may have been hard to tell if it was natural lubricant in the spa but not now. She pulled off my cock with her mouth and immediately began to unroll the condom down my shaft.

I shifted back between her legs where, as I began to position myself to enter her, she wrapped her legs behind mine. Her hand guided me in, a moan of approval emanating from her as I slid into place. Watching my rubber covered cock disappear inside her I realized it was the first time we'd ever fucked with a condom. I eased in, feeling the extra friction of the rubber versus the normally slippery sensation when my cock wasn't jacketed. I had to pull back and ease in a bit further, repeating three of four times before I'd fully bottomed out in her. "Oh God, I've needed you," she moaned again, her hips rising and writhing to my assault on her inner reaches, her pussy contracting and gripping my rod where it filled her. Her hips rose to thrust against me, her legs pulling against the back of mine, her motions joining with my thrusts so our bodies worked together in unison.

I had dozed off, just resting after our tryst, when Janet began to play again. Snuggled to my shoulder, she'd leaned forward and just tongued my nipple before repositioning so she could suck my nipple into her mouth. "Is somebody ready to play again?" I asked, caressing her naked shoulder. She didn't answer, her hand slinking down my belly. My cock was still limp but it slowly began to stiffen to her grip and even faster moments later when her mouth moved down and engulfed me.

Although I knew there was a good chance that before we separated and went our different ways the following day that we would share at least one session of oral satisfaction together, I also understood that we didn't get together every day. Janet didn't have multiple lovers, and most of the time when we got together, she had a certain lust for fucking that she needed satisfied. Most of the time when she performed on my skin flute to get me off I was already hard; when she went down on me before I was totally hard I knew it was not her intention to get me off with her mouth but rather to get me hard so we could do it again.

I live with a cellphone, or rather - I'm practically married to a cellphone. It goes with me virtually everywhere. In the modern business setting it's both a curse and a blessing. With a cell and laptop your office can be anywhere in the world. With a cell AND a laptop, you can be in the office virtually 24 hours a day. I seldom go anywhere without it, and if I do - the first thing that happens when I'm reunited with that electronic alter-ego is to find out who called and what messages await me.

There are times however where those who know my cell number, which is most of the world, won't get through. When I'm in a meeting, in a movie, taking a shower, or taking a crap are instances where I won't answer. Making love with a beautiful woman is another. It doesn't mean that I didn't hear it. In this case it just happened to be plugged into the charging station halfway down the hall, but the sound of the familiar tune in the distance definitely reached my ears. Not this time, I thought, you'll have to wait.

Although I'm practically married to the cell phone and it's my primary point of contact with the world, I also maintain a phone at home. An anachronism in this day and age, it's a relic, a back-up that I've maintained for those occasional times such as when my cell is dead or I've got a conference call that needs me but not necessarily with undivided attention. I seldom actually get a worthwhile call on my home phone. During the day it's almost always some sales pitch and virtually no one calls at night. I talk so much on the cell phone that many people have even forgotten that I have a home phone. It has an unlisted number; Janet and Gloria know it, I've told my family, but other than that only a couple of important people who have been told to only use it in an emergency know that number. I told those few that if they absolutely have to get hold of me and I don't answer the cell to immediately call the house phone, otherwise leave a message on the cell and I'll get back at my convenience. I consider my house phone the emergency number, when it rings in the middle of the night - it is seldom good news.

Whether Janet heard my cellphone ring or not she now definitely heard the harsh bell of the house phone. I know I tensed with the first ring; on the second she pulled my cock out of her mouth to just say "leave it."

"I can't babe," I answered, my hand stroking the back of her head as she again greedily sucked my almost rigid member back into her mouth. "There are only a few people that know to call on the house phone immediately if they need to get hold of me." I shifted and began to stretch for the phone; Janet reluctantly pulled her mouth away from my cock again with a sigh.

"Hello?" I said, not having a clue who it might be as my ancient landline didn't even have caller ID. An answering machine at the other end of the house provided that information if I was out there, but here in the bedroom,I identified the caller the old fashioned way.

"Hi Lover!"

"Oh. Hi Bug." I glanced at Janet, who looked into my eyes before she rolled over to lie beside me on the bed. She rested her head on my belly, her hand resting on my upper thigh, but she gave up loving on me for the moment.

"You didn't answer earlier. Did you bring your laptop home?"

Her question reminded me that our little Skype session was supposed to be tonight and I'd totally forgotten. Taking off at noon, turning off all my electronic tethers so we wouldn't be disturbed, I'd completely forgotten Bug, totally distracted for the last several hours by my sexy neighbor. "Ah, gees, Bug - I forgot. I've got my laptop, but I forgot you were going to call. I'm sorry, I can't tonight... I'm busy."

Was it right to tell her I was in bed with another woman? Was it right to not tell her I was in bed with, and making love with, another woman? I don't know, but it ended up being a moot point.

"You're not alone, are you?" It wasn't instantaneous, it wasn't a question; there had been a slight pregnant pause before she said it. I didn't deny it.

"You're in bed with her, aren't you?" Again it wasn't really a question.

"Yes."

"Oh." I wasn't sure what to say, what exactly is there to say when one lover finds you in bed with another lover, even if they know about each other? It seemed obvious to me, as honest as I'd been with Bug that she'd know, but the next question was, "Have you told her about me, about us?"

"Yes, I've told her about us," I repeated aloud for Janet's benefit. Again there was a pause before she said something else.

"So I guess Skype is out for tonight, huh?"

"I guess so. Can I call you tomorrow?" It was time to get her off the phone. This was no emergency, just my own screw up. I should have called Bug and told her not to call.

"I guess. Can you call me about 2?"

"Sure. I can do that."

"Ok. I'll let you go..." the pause just long enough to make me think she was done before she continued, "We're you doing it when I called?

I didn't even hesitate, "That's none of your business young lady."

"You were, weren't you!"

"No comment." Her laugh told me that she knew, or at least thought she knew, but there was no need for me to tell her about something that at the moment wasn't any of her business.

"Ok. I'll let you go, but let me say hello to her before you hang up."

"To Janet?" I asked, stupefied by her request.

"Of course Janet," she replied, "I don't want to talk to Samson. Are there any other 'hers' around there?"

"Don't get sassy young lady," I answered with a laugh.

"Let me talk to her."

I put my hand over the phone and turned to Janet. "It's Bug. She wants to talk to you."

"Me?" Janet asked, surprised, rolling up onto one elbow. I nodded affirmatively. "She wants to talk to me? What for?" I just shrugged, waiting for her to make a decision. When she reached for the phone, I handed it to her.

"Hello?" ... "Yes..." "Yes, he is..." Janet glanced at me, I watched, puzzled.

The conversation went on, with me only hearing the one side. I could tell that both sides were loosening up the more they both talked, the sentences got longer, and then Janet asked if she had something to write it down, followed by her giving Bug her phone number.

"That will be fine, almost anytime. I'll tell you if it's a bad time..." "Yes, right now is a bad time..." Janet laughed and looked at me again.

"Ok, Bye." Janet handed the phone back to me. I put the phone back on the cradle.

"What did she say?" I asked, curious.

"Nothing really. Just that she thought we should talk and asked if she could call me. She surprised me; she came across quite mature for her age."

"She's a good girl; she's always been my favorite niece."

I lay back onto my back and Janet snuggled into my side again. We lay there for several minutes, saying nothing, I'm sure each of us thinking of Bug and her call and perhaps its timing. The erection that Janet had been working on before the call had wilted away, the mood definitely changed but when her hand slid across my belly to fondle my penis again, this time I responded immediately swelling to just the caress of her hand.

"Before we do this again," Janet said when she'd rolled back toward me, opening the condom package, "you need to get a blood test, and if you're going to be seeing Bug, she does too. OK?"

~

I finally hired a housekeeper. Although I'd gotten to where I managed to at least keep the dust off the bookcases by myself, really the house was beginning to look like a bachelor pad. I finally decided that I just didn't have time, particularly when I was gone all the time, and hired a cleaning service. More like a maid service, they would show up once a week for as long as I wanted. The longer they stayed the more work they did.

I had a washing machine, but always seemed to be out of underwear and shirts. I had a dishwasher, but it always seemed to be full of clean dishes that I hadn't put away and the sink was full of dirty dishes that I hadn't washed, or vice versa. Now when I came home every Friday the house was clean, the dishwasher was empty, the sink was empty and my life was ready for starting a new week and weekend.

Occasionally I'd get home a little early and find the housekeeper still there, so I didn't think too much of it when I saw the little white Corolla pulled well over to the side in the driveway, even though I wasn't particularly early. I opened the front door finding the living room was spotless and empty. I paused momentarily, my ears not indicating anyone in the house moving around. I wondered idly where the housekeeper was, but it really didn't bother me. Dropping my computer bag into the office, also spotless and empty, I turned toward the bedroom, coming to a rapid halt when I stepped into the not so empty bedroom.

"Happy Birthday, Uncle Jim!"

Bug was lying on the bed, wearing the sweet sexy little nothing that had previously been in a box in the stand next to my bed. Shocked at first, a grin rapidly came to my face. "Has somebody been snooping in my drawers young lady?" I smiled, unable to keep the delight of seeing here off of my face.

"Only because you didn't leave them out where I could easily find them," she answered, rolling her legs off the bed and hopping up to practically jump into my arms. "I didn't think you would mind." With that her arms went around my neck, her lips met mine and there was no more talking. One hand went to my chest, unbuttoning my shirt, her other holding my head to her mouth.

My cock had lurched in my pants when I'd seen her, nearly naked, awaiting me. By the time she got my shirt unbuttoned, my hands had roamed her back, slipping to her naked bottom covered only by the silky nightie and the string of her thong underwear and slipped around and fondled her breasts. My prick had almost totally erected and was pointed down my pant leg but was trying to point up causing a huge tent in my pants. I began to pull the shirt off my arms; Bug's hands went down to grip my erection through my pants leaving me to immediately begin undoing my belt by myself.

"Umm, Looks like somebody's happy to see me," she said pulling away from our kiss momentarily. I'd gotten my belt and zipper undone, she'd immediately relinquished her hold on me long enough to slide her hands inside my pants and underwear, fishing my cock out the top. As I pushed my pants down she pulled away from our kiss, dropping to her knees, and engulfing my erection in one gulp.

"Oh my god, Bug! Am I detecting that you're a little bit horny?" Her head bobbed, an 'um-hum' which I heard although she didn't take me from her mouth. Her hand went underneath gripping my balls, her head tilting up to look at my face as she expertly tantalized my member. I reached behind her head and gently stroked her hair in appreciation, giving up on getting my shoes and pants off for the moment.

She pulled back and ran her tongue from the base of my cock to the head before she said, "God yes. I've been dreaming about doing this with you all day." Pulling back from sucking me off momentarily she tugged at my pant legs. I hooked my shoes with my other foot stepping out of them and my pants.

"And I've been dreaming about you in this sweet nothing for weeks."

"Do you like it?"

"Hell yes, you little fox!

"This is what I thought I was going to seduce you with at Christmas. Now it'll just have to be your first birthday present."

I'd reached down and was pulling her back up to kiss her again, slipping my hands under the transparent gown to cup her breasts as she said this, but didn't miss her use of the word 'first'. "First?" I answered, using my arm to push the nightie out of the way, bending down to suckle her already erect nipple. With my mouth on her breast, I slid my hand down her belly and under the elastic of her thong, my finger finding her already hot and wet. "You really have been thinking about me, haven't you?" I said momentarily lifting my face from her tit.

"I want to fuck you so bad," she whispered, her upper hand now running through my hair while her lower was stroking my cock. I slipped my finger inside her, finger fucking and pulling her juices up onto her clit which elicited a quiver of pleasure. Feeling and enjoying her slippery wetness, I closed my grip so my finger was pushing up inside her vagina, eliciting a wiggle from her, moving it into exactly the right position. "Now Uncle Jimmy. I want you in me now," she begged moments later.

Reaching with both hands I gripped her bottom and picked her up, lifting her against me. Her arms went around my neck and I stepped forward the few feet to the bed setting her onto the edge. She laid back and I reached between her legs and pushed the little nothing of a see-through thong aside and stepped forward. She reached for me and gripped my cock as I stepped between her legs, guiding my cock to the mouth of her glistening pussy. Her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands gripped her waist, and I slipped forward, working my cock into her enveloping warmth until I'd bottomed out, my pubic bone pressed against hers.

Bug's eyes closed as I entered her, a smile of ecstasy on her face. I stopped when I was buried to the hilt, just enjoying our coupling, feeling her legs constricting around my waist trying to get me to move, when her eyes fluttered open. "Don't tease me," she frowned, realizing that's exactly what I was doing.

"I like to hear you beg," I answered in return, but at the same time slowly slipped back out, watching my now shiny cock, slathered in her juices, appearing from between her lips. Sliding slowly back in she helped pull me into her with her legs, obviously wanting me to move faster than I was. I repeated the motion, slipping slowly in and out, the whole time watching my cock appear and disappear inside her; a slow motion fuck. "God, you're so fucking sexy Bug. I could fuck you every night."

Her eyes opened again, a smile appearing on her face. "I'd like that," she whispered.

Stopping when I was buried deeply inside her again, I reached over and pulled her left leg from around my waist. I shifted my hand underneath and lifted her leg, turning her partly sideways and lifting it up onto my shoulder, her foot behind my head. I stroked in and out once again, and then stopped and swung my leg up and over so her other leg was between mine. I wiggled my pelvis to move my cock inside her. "Ever do it like this?"

"Uh-uh." I began the fucking motion again, plunging as deep against her as I could, still keeping my motions somewhat slow. With our pelvis's perpendicular to each other, I felt like I got deeper into her before our bodies clashed, and apparently she agreed as she said, "It feels like you're so deep in me."

"Debs used to like this position; she always said the same thing." She didn't say anything, her eyes closed again, but she was rotating her pelvis against me, getting my cock to stroke her where she wanted.

I continued the slow motions as well as I could. It had been over a week since I'd hooked up with Janet or masturbated, and I knew that if I didn't keep it slow I was going to blow way too fast. But coming home to find a hot and nearly naked little nymph who was eager to fuck unexpectedly awaiting me had me ready to blow anyway. Pulling back, I slipped my cock out of Bug and stepped back over her right leg. Grabbing and lifting it like I had her left leg, I also lifted it onto my shoulder and leaned in, virtually bending Bug in two. I had to bend my knees a bit, but from here I could press my cock against her slit, letting it slither up between her lips and across her clit. Despite having virtually penned her, virtually doubled over, she still tried to rock against me. 'Umm, that's nice," she whispered. From this position it was the less sensitive shaft of my cock that was rubbing her clit and I was able to bring us back into track with each other. Her increased wiggling of her hips and pelvis let me know she wanted me back inside of her and after a few more moments I pulled back and reached over to push my cock down just that little bit more to re-enter her and we began fucking in earnest.

From this angle it was the upper part of my shaft that was rubbing the hardest inside of her pussy. My cock head seemed virtually untouched in comparison. Even though I was now vigorously fucking her, I was able to keep it where I wasn't going to come instantly myself. It didn't take long - her breathing began to shudder, her body twitching and her back arching. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum! Oh my God Oh my god Oh my god." The contraction of her body let me know exactly when she came and with a slight repositioning myself, a few moments later I joined her in orgasm. Not quite simultaneous, but close enough for good lovers who knew how to take care of each other.

~

"I love fucking you, Uncle Jimmy." We were lying on top of the bed, having done it a second time perhaps a half hour later, and now sated we were just lying in each other's arms. Her thong had disappeared somewhere along the line, but the see-through baby doll nightie remained. I didn't say anything, just rubbed her arm in response, thinking virtually the same thing myself.

"I really needed that," she added a minute or so later. "At least you've got Janet; I haven't had sex since Christmas."

"You haven't?" I responded, not really questioning but acknowledging her statement, my mind immediately flipping to realize that once again, we hadn't used a condom.

"Well, not with a man.

"Ummm," I answered, and then repeated "not with a man," with a slight accent on 'man', letting her know that I knew what that meant.

My mind went to Janet, and our conversation that first time, how she'd required that I wear a condom when she knew I'd fucked Bug. That had been almost 5 weeks earlier, but except for that first time, Janet had dropped her requirement for a condom and we'd hooked up at least once every week sense. Janet had never said anything, but the next time she'd been over when I got the condoms out she'd just put them aside - so I knew she'd talked with Bug.

"I take it you called Janet?" I'd never asked Janet what they'd talked about, and even here it gave Bug the opportunity to tell me what they'd said - or to mind my own business.

"Yeah. I called her."

"How'd that go?"

"Ok." I got the feeling that Bug wasn't going to tell me what they'd talked about.

"I thought so. The first time we got together after Christmas, I told her what happened and she made me use condoms that night, but the next time, she just set them aside. I know she gave you her phone number, so I knew you'd talked."

"Actually we've talked several times."

"Oh really?" I was somewhat surprised, although thinking back on it, I don't know why I think that she wouldn't have talked with her any more than I thought she would have talked with Janet. "About what?"

"What do you think?" she answered, bemusement in her voice.

"I don't know," I said. "I suppose you talked about me, about us. She obviously didn't think I needed a condom again after she'd talked with you, so you must have said something."

"We came to an agreement. I told her how I knew I was clean and how I knew and that I wouldn't fuck anyone without a condom and that if I did I'd tell you both - and that was good enough for her. She said if she could trust you and Gloria to hold that agreement, that she could me too."

I didn't say anything for a moment, but was still curious what else they'd talked about. "But you've talked to her several times?"

"I said I had."

"About what?"

"About none of your business!" Bug said. "Snoopy little bugger aren't you?"

"I was just curious," I responded, a little surprised at her rebuff. "It doesn't really matter."

We laid there resting, my mind going over what we'd said when I remembered her saying 'first' in relation to her being there and her sexy little nothing of a nightie being my 'first' present. "Hey, what was that comment about a 'first' birthday present?"

"You'll just have to wait!" she giggled. "I wondered if you'd caught that."

"What do you mean, wait? Don't I get my presents together?""

"It's not even your birthday! You'll just have to wait until tomorrow. Have you got anything special planned for your birthday?"

"Me? No, truthfully I'd forgotten it was tomorrow. Nobody to remind me, it just slipped my mind."

"Good."

"Good? As in you don't want me to do anything special, or good as in you've already got something special planned?"

"Isn't me being here special enough?" She raised her face to mine, ignoring the question, and I kissed her in return.

We got up and made dinner not too long after that. I stayed naked, she kept on the nightie sans thong - and we were lucky to make it through dinner without jumping each other again. Cleaning the dishes up didn't come until after a session in the living room, after which we ended up in bed. We actually fell asleep after doing it in bed, and I awoke in the morning snuggled with my Snuggle Bug. A rainstorm had come in overnight so I gave up my morning run and instead just enjoyed the morning in bed with my niece.

"Happy Birthday, Uncle Jimmy," she whispered, her naked body nestled into the crook of my arm which was wrapped around her shoulder. I pulled my arm in to squeeze her just a bit.

"Thanks Bug, it was a great way to start a birthday." She'd awakened not too long after me. We'd repeated our actions of the night before and then we'd both snoozed a bit more. Now mid-morning, truthfully I was feeling like it was time to be up and out of bed - but I also didn't want to leave the snuggly woman nestled in my arm.

"Whatcha thinking?" Bug asked a few moments later, her hand idly stroking back and forth on my belly. There was no attempt to arouse me in her movements; she was just loving on me. My mind had been looking back over everything since the start of my unexpected Christmas vacation adventure and had just reached to my sister.

"Hmm. I was just thinking about your mom." I paused for a moment. "She called me, you know."

"To apologize?"

"Yeah.

"She called me too. The first time she told me she was sorry that she'd snooped in my bag and hadn't realized there were things about me and my life that she had no need to know about."

"The first time?"

"Yeah, she called me a week or two after she talked to you. We've actually gotten to where we talk a lot more now than we ever did when I lived at home. I've talked to her like once a week since Christmas." She rolled up onto her side, I pulled my arm out from under her and she doubled a pillow to put under her head. I took the hint and rolled onto my side toward her also.

"She told me that you'd told her that I knew about her and Dad and Aunt Judy and Uncle Gary and asked how long I'd known about them. I told her, and she said that she had a confession to make, that she'd had an affair with her Aunt and Uncle when she was my age, so we really weren't that much different."

"Do you even know Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Will?"

"Oh yeah, of course. We get Christmas Cards every year, and I know Mom and Dad have been up to visit them a couple of times over the years. We all went one year and spent a week on their ranch with them. I think I was only about 8 at that time, so I don't remember a lot of things except the ranch and horseback riding."

We'd been laying there for a while in each other's arms, neither of us saying anything, when she asked, "When was the last time you saw Janet?"

"Oh, I don't know, does it matter?" I responded evasively. I absolutely did know. She'd been over for our regular Wednesday tryst just two nights before, but as always when someone asks something that they may not really have a need to know, I was evasive on the answer.

"No. Not really. Just sometimes when I'm wishing I could be with you, I just remember that she might be."

"What, are you telling me you're jealous?"

"Not jealous, just sad that it can't be me that's with you."

I reached over and stroked her hair.

~

"So for my special birthday dinner I get to take you out?" I teased late that afternoon when Bug told me I needed to get dressed to take her out to dinner.

"Well, I suppose if you want to go somewhere on my budget - there's always Taco Bell or McDonalds..."

"Hmmm," I pouted in protest. "I guess when you put it in those terms perhaps your solution works just fine."

"I'll make it up to you when we get home and I give you your second present," she giggled.

"Oh that's right. You promised me a second present. Are you sure you don't want to give it to me now?" I questioned.

"I'm sure. But if you want to take a shower with me, I'm sure we can come up with something to distract you until later." It's hard to turn down an offer like that.

~

"You need to wait here," Bug said in the entryway when we came back into the house after dinner. "I need to get your present ready."

I looked at her and cocked my head, raising an eyebrow. "Right here? Can I go into the living room or the kitchen and get a drink?"

"You can go that way," she answered, pointing to the far end of the house, "but not down here. It'll be just a minute."

"Ok Bug, whatever you say," I answered, wondering what kind of shenanigans she had planned. I stepped to the kitchen and made myself a glass of ice water, and that's all it took.

"Uncle Jim - you can come back now," I heard her call from the bedrooms. I took time and refilled my water glass before heading down the hallway.

I had no clue what Bug was up to right up until I stepped into my bedroom. I stopped, a smile coming to my face as I looked at the bed. On the left where I normally slept, Bug was lying with her left arm propped under her head facing the center of the bed, wearing the sheer little nothing from the night before. On the right, wearing a matching sheer little nothing, Janet was propped up on her right arm facing the center of the bed. The large open space in the middle left it obvious where I was supposed to go.

"Happy Birthday, Uncle Jimmy," Bug said with a grin. I just stood and looked at my two beautiful lovers for a moment.

"Bug, this is Janet... Janet, I'd like you to meet Bug." They both laughed.

"I think you're a little bit late for introductions, Jim." Janet said. "We managed to meet yesterday afternoon."

"Well? Are you just going to stand there? Or do we need to help you get undressed?"

"What," I responded as if it was obvious, "first I have to take you to dinner for my birthday, and then I have to unwrap a present for you? Just what kind of present is this?" I said with a grin. Bug and Janet glanced at each other, and simultaneously rolled off the bed, practically bounding to my side and pulling my hands out of the way from where I'd begun to remove my shirt.

"Hello Janet," I said, pulling her to me and giving her a kiss when she stepped up to me. Her hands went to work on my shirt while Bug dropped to the floor and began taking my shoes and socks off. They both converged on my pants moments later and within seconds I was standing naked; the only reason my cock wasn't fully hard because of the multiple sessions Bug and I had shared over the last 24 hours. When they'd finished getting my clothes off, Bug and Janet both stood up, I put an arm around both of them, bending to give a kiss to Bug also.

"This is a nice surprise," I said as Bug turned, pulling my arm and leading me to the bed. She had me slide into the middle while she and Janet resumed their positions, now with me in the middle of their sandwich. I put my arms out and both girls slid up to cuddle against me, but when I reached to try and fondle them, they stopped me.

"Just lay back," Janet said, catching and moving my arm before I could do much besides rub her back.

"This really is for you," Bug said, leaning in and kissing me. "You can take care of us later, but right now, this is for you."

I didn't protest, there wasn't anything to protest. For perhaps the next 45 minutes, I just lay there and had two beautiful women service me in exquisite fashion. While Bug was kissing me, Janet had moved around and was kissing my arm and shoulder and chest, stopping and sucking on my nipple when she got there. Bug pulled away from my lips and followed suit, eventually getting to my other nipple. They worked together and opposite; when one went high, the other went low. Neither girl protested too much when I would reach out to fondle them, but when I got too distracting, they'd gently take my hand and move it away.

I don't remember which one got to my cock with their mouth first, their hands had both been on me, squeezing and fondling, but when Janet said "don't you just love his cock," Bug was right there at the same time. Kissing and sucking the head into her mouth, she pulled it out, offering it to Bug, and together they gave me a dual blow job. Slow and sensual, it was apparent that the object wasn't to get me off, but to pleasure me as long as possible without getting me off. One would suck my cock; the other would suck my balls. One would kiss down my legs; the other would kiss up my chest. On and on it went, my arousal reaching the point of frustration when I finally grabbed Janet, only because she was closest to my head at the time, and pulled her to me, my hand sliding between her legs. My fingers easily slid into her sloppy wet pussy; the long slow tease on me had had an equally arousing effect on her. Kris apparently realized I was at the breaking point, and slid up beside me too. I rolled away from Janet to Bug, finding her mouth hot and wet from having been sucking on me, and kissed her. She began giggling in the middle of the kiss, and pulled back. "Do I detect that our birthday boy is ready to cum?"

"Either that or I'll scream in frustration," I said, eliciting a giggle from both girls.

"Good. So, what's your pleasure? Do you want us to suck you off or do you want one of us to fuck you or what?"

"My pleasure? Pleasuring you is my pleasure. I want one of you on my cock and the other on my tongue."

"Mmmm, that sounds nice. Who do you want where?"

I realized that they were teasing, knowing that I was lusting for completion, they were extending the tease. "I don't care. Start with one and then we'll swap."

"But which of us should go where?"

Bug and Janet were obviously in sync for this part of the tease, first one asking and then the other, feeding off each other. I realized they'd keep this up until I made a decision. "Fine, whatever. Bug can ride my cock and Janet can come sit on my face."

"But she got you earlier today, can't I fuck you first?" Janet giggled.

"Yeah, but you've had him a couple of times a week for more than a month!" Bug protested, reaching over and tweaking Janet's nipple at the same time.

"I wasn't the one that got him almost anytime I wanted for almost two straight weeks," Janet rejoined. I'd had enough, and grabbing Janet pulled her over to me, forcing her towards my head. "I guess he's made up his mind, huh?"

"Are you sure you two aren't related? You sound like a couple of sisters," I said, helping Janet to settle over my chest before I pulled her pussy to my mouth.

"Don't you wish," Bug answered with another giggle as my tongue reached up to tickle Janet's clit, eliciting an "umm" of appreciation. Simultaneously she climbed on top of me, holding my cock until she slipped on, eliciting an "umm - yeah!" from her.

I closed my eyes, just enjoying the taste and feel of a very aroused woman on my tongue, while trying hard not to let the silky warmth of Bug on my cock take me over the top too fast. Reaching up above my face, my hands found and fondled Janet's ass, squeezing her cheeks and running along her hips. Feeling her leaning backward I took it as a sign to not concentrate too much on her clit, but delved my tongue into her sweet treasure tunnel, tongue fucking her as well. As I ran my hands further up her sides to her boobs, I was surprised to bump into somebody else's hands already there.

I opened my eyes again and found myself looking up along Janet's flat tummy to Bug's hands on her breasts. I watched her fingers twiddling and tweaking Janet's nipples, her hands cupping and fondling her breasts. I realized that Janet's leaning back had not only been directing my tongue, but she'd been leaning back into Bug. Her neck was arched back, her head facing the ceiling. I insinuated my own hands into the fondling of Janet; Bug didn't fight me but allowed me to share the pleasure. My fingers found her nipples; Bug's hands slid under, caressing and fondling her breasts. When I moved my hands back down to the smooth flesh of her breasts below her nipples Bug's fingers moved back to her hard nubs.

Bug wasn't moving a whole lot on me; it became apparent that, although they'd been pleasuring me together for quite some time, I wasn't going to be the first to get off. Janet's coos of pleasure, her writhing to the assault of my tongue and lips was increasing, the tight little wiggles and shudders of her ass against my chin became almost constant until suddenly her body convulsed, her hands first pushing Bugs and my hands away from her breasts and then reaching between her legs to push against my face. "Oh My God! Sensory overload! It's too much," she breathed out heavily, a solid convulsion as I pulled my tongue away from her clit.

No sooner had Janet cum than Bugs motions on me increased. Janet lifted a leg and moved to the bed beside me while Bug pulled her hands back and put them on her own breasts. Seeing Bugs hands on her own tits suddenly made me realize how much Bug and Debs had been alike. Debs loved to have her breasts played with, but also liked to be on top, and if I wasn't playing with her, fondling her, she wouldn't hesitate to fondle herself, tweaking her own nipples while staring into my face. Seeing Bug fondling herself while Janet recovered unexpectedly shifted my mind to the previous day. I realized that when I'd had Bug on her back on the bed, her legs over my shoulder while I fucked her standing up, that it was almost the exact same spot and same position that Debs and I had shared that morning before she died. Closing my eyes again, it could just as well have been Debs sitting on my cock; I hadn't until then realized how exact the similarity in build between Debs and Bug was. I'd noticed before how Bug wore Debs clothes, but it was in this situation that it dawned on me just how much alike my niece and my wife had truly been.

A little twinge of conscious sent a needle into my brain telling me that fucking my dead wife's look-alike niece in my wife's and my bed was somehow wrong. I closed my eyes, trying to forget the memory that had just pierced my brain when I heard Debs say, "It's OK baby, I know you still love me." Instantly the piercing feeling disappeared, instead a pleasant warmth spreading through my brain as my eyes flashed open. Neither Bug nor Janet had moved or shown any sign of having heard anything. Debs voice had been so real I was sure that I'd heard it with my ears, the lack of response from the girls telling me that Debs had spoken to me alone. My pang of conscious disappeared.

Reaching up to Bug she readily allowed me to replace her hands with my own on her breasts. Leaning forward, her hands coming to my chest, gave her better flexibility and she used it. Not just rocking and twisting on my cock, now she was rising until I was almost coming out and then plunging down, hard, fucking to completion. She overestimated on one rise, my cock flopping free against my stomach as she did. Lowering herself back against my hard cock, she slid forward and backward, my cock riding against her clit. I felt Janet's hand slide in between us, and apparently Bug did too as she stopped her sliding to lift up and Janet's hand gripped my cock, raising it until Bug could settle back down onto me again. Looking over at Janet she smiled at me and then leaned into Bug, her mouth replacing my hand on Bug's breast.

I slid my hands down to Bugs waist, holding her as I took over the fucking, pistoning myself into her, feeling the cum boiling out of my balls and into my cock. I'd momentarily closed my eyes enjoying the pleasure, but feeling something different between us I opened them again to find Janet's hand on Bug's clit, her fingers occasionally touching my cock as well. I felt the heat rising in my shaft, my impending orgasm just seconds away, when I felt the shuddering and convulsions of Bug coming first.

Bug was once again lying against me on the right side, Janet cuddling against me on the left. My arms were pinned under their shoulders, only able to touch and rub their arms and backs. Nothing had been said once we'd all cum, we'd all just naturally snuggled together. "Happy Birthday, Uncle Jim" Bug whispered, just because she had no need to talk loudly. "Did you like your present?"

Leaning over to her she tilted her face to me and I kissed her, a warm 'thank you' kiss. "Umm, Bug - it was wonderful," I answered. Turning to the other side, I leaned slightly to Janet's face and gave her a similar kiss. "Just how long have you two been planning this little fun time?"

Bug giggled, a sound that never fails to please me. "Ever since you introduced us."

"Is that so?" I asked, not really intending the question for either of them. My attention was shifting slightly back and forth between Bug and Janet, but I was looking a bit more at Janet at that time and she answered.

"We've talked quite regularly over the last few weeks."

"About what?" I was curious - besides me, just what had they talked about?

"None of your business. Sometimes girls just need to talk," Bug answered with an impish smile, reaching up and pushing my chin aside.

"About what?" I repeated, this time to Janet.

"Oh, about how big your cock is and what a magnificent stud you are," she answered straight faced, her hand sliding down and gripping my wilted member. "What else do girls talk about?" Her face broke into a grin.

"Is that so?" I slid my hands in under each of their arms and tweaked a nipple, eliciting identical clamping of their arms against mine and rolling so that my fingers came away from their nipples, the giggles from both sides almost identical.

Janet gave in first. "We talked about what we needed to. Safe sex for instance. Someone promised me they would use protection with others and then didn't, so I needed to know what Kris's story was," she said using Bugs real name. I knew that the first couple of times Janet and I had gotten together after Christmas we'd used condoms, and then after that we'd gone back to bareback. I'd had condoms out on the side table and she'd just put them back into the drawer - an obvious conscious decision, but I'd forgotten to ask her about the why. This certainly explained that; whatever they'd talked about, Bug had convinced her they weren't needed.

"I told Janet I was going to surprise you for your birthday, and when she'd said she'd been thinking of doing something too... well, we decided to share you." Bugs hand slid across my hip to my soft cock giving it a caress. Pressing down slightly on my belly when she did I suddenly realized I needed to piss.

Beginning to extract my arms from beneath my twin lovers I said "I'll be right back, I need to take a leak." I slid downward and out, leaving the two of them facing each other on their sides as I padded naked to the bathroom.

There is nothing as beautiful in nature as the female body. Revered by the Greeks, adored by the Romans, celebrated by virtually every civilization; the Kama Sutra would be just another book without erotic drawings of voluptuous, aroused, women. Pompeiian art would be just paintings if not for bare breasted beauties. Would the Venus di Milo be nearly as revered as exotic art if her breasts were missing instead of her arms?

I wasn't gone all that long, but as I turned back to the bed after washing my hands, Janet and Bug were no longer separated by the distance of my body. Now their bodies were intertwined, their mouths locked together in a kiss - and there was no mistaking, it was a lover's kiss. There is nothing in nature as beautiful as the female body, and nothing as erotic as two females pleasuring each other.

I of course knew that Bug was bi, but what surprised me about this was that Janet seemed to be the dominant one. Bug had rolled more onto her back with Janet slightly above, her hand behind Bugs head holding her head to her. Bugs hand was stroking slowly up and down Janet's back and as I watched it reached Janet's delectable bottom, giving it a squeeze. Janet slid her hand from Bug's head down to her shoulder and then onto her breast - and I realized this was something that I didn't need to interrupt. Neither girl was aware yet that I'd returned so I stepped sideways and quietly slipped into the bedroom easy chair, content for the moment just to watch.

Both girls' hands were roaming each other's bodies; what one did, the other followed. Bugs hand came away from Janet's bottom to her breast; Janet's hand slid down Bug's side and onto Bug's bottom. When her hand slid around her hip and delved between Bugs legs, Bugs legs widened, welcoming her touch, and at the same time her own hand moved onto Janet's pussy. Despite having just been molested by these two gorgeous creatures for the better part of an hour and having cum just minutes before, watching this erotic show my cock swelled and rose to full erection again. Taking myself in hand I stroked myself, not to get myself off, but just increasing my own pleasure and getting myself rock hard as I watched.

Both girls seemed to know exactly what to do to the other; presumably doing what they liked having done to themselves, their own directions being returned in instantaneous direct contact feedback. Fingers buried to the hilt varied to fingertips touching and rubbing aroused clitorises. Slippery fingers being drawn around and over a pink nub went to pinching and caressing labial flesh. Their hands pretty much stayed between each other's legs whether they were kissing or whether their heads bent to each other's breasts. Their lovemaking was slow and languid, neither in a hurry to get off, or to get the other off.

Janet was first to break the pattern. Breaking from a kiss, I heard her whisper, "I'm going to eat you."

"Mmmm. I'd like that," Bug whispered in return, her other hand following along on the back of Janet's head as she lowered herself down her body. Janet's mouth stopped at her breast, suckling first one and then the other of Bugs hard little nipples before she kissed her way down her stomach. Her hand pulled away from Bugs pussy and stroked down her leg as she moved in, stopping only long enough to raise Bugs leg over her head before leaning in and putting her mouth against her pussy.

It seemed obvious to me that Janet was no stranger to licking a woman's pussy. I hadn't known that about her before but the ease with which she licked Bugs clit, lowered her mouth further to suck on her pussy and labia, told me she was experienced in navigating the sex of a woman. I realized she was tongue fucking Bug just about the time that I realized if she was, she was finding a load of my cum. That was confirmed when she slid two fingers into Bug and then pulled them out, sticking them in her mouth, and then repeated.

Watching this spectacle my cock had gone from just erect to rock hard. No longer stroking myself, I was just sort of holding it at the base, a rigid pole pointing up from my body. Bug had been watching Janet pleasuring her, not paying attention to me, when for some reason she looked over and saw me. She extended her arm toward me and beckoned me over with the crook of a finger, a wicked little smile on her face.

I knew that Janet, with her face buried between Bugs legs, hadn't seen me so as I stood I stepped up close to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "May I join you?" I asked. Her hand came over and found my leg and gave it a squeeze, affirmation enough for me. As I started to crawl up onto the bed Bugs eyes never left my cock and, with her arm reaching for me, I stayed on my knees until she could reach me. Gripping my cock there was no doubt about what she wanted and seconds later she was feeding it into her mouth.

Kneeling above her like I was I had easy access to her breasts which I fondled and stroked while she sucked on my cock. Although I was already hard again I wasn't that sensitive and knew it was going to be a while before I was going to cum, but that didn't seem to matter to Bug. I could tell she was getting off on sucking me, and with Janet between her legs, it was obvious that even though I wasn't going to cum, she was. Her legs twisted in and around pulling Janet tighter into her pussy while her breathing and sucking on my cock became more insistent. I watched as her body slowly stiffened, her back arching, until with a gurgling moan she began to convulse with orgasm, her movements on my rigid prick stopped for the moment. Whether Janet carried on with her tongue action to torture Bug, or she just understood not to stop, she didn't pull away keeping Bug squirming and moaning for what seemed minutes but was probably much shorter than that.

I eased back from Bug pulling my cock from her mouth. Her mind was obviously no longer engaged in pleasuring me, and seeing her so obviously in orgasmic delight I was perfectly happy to allow her to recover for a bit before continuing. Dropping to my side from my knees, I laid down beside Bug, her backside partially to me. Janet crawled up beside Bug on the other side, her smile saying that she was quite pleased with herself.

Reaching for Janet, Bug put her arms around her and pulled her close. "That was nice," she said, and raised her face to Janet. Their lips touched, but didn't separate, the 'thank you' kiss increasing in passion. "You taste like me," Bug said when they finally separated moments later.

"You get so wet," Janet whispered, in return. I realized that even though I was there and the two of them had arranged this as my birthday present, at least for the moment they were paying attention to each other only. For some reason Janet's words reminded me of our Rocky Mountain tryst and I realized she was right; Bug really did release copious amounts of liquid in lovemaking. Every coupling that we'd had in Colorado had left a large wet spot to clean up or move aside from so we didn't have to sleep in it. Having a private room with four beds, we hadn't had to wash sheets every night (which might have aroused some questions), but after several days we still had to strip the beds and wash the sheets. When they were dry and ready to remake the beds, Bug's mom had helped me replace them all on the beds when nobody else was around thereby negating any questions from others.

"You were good," Bug whispered.'

"It's been awhile, but you never forget."

"Umm." There were a few other whispered words, a few "uh-huh's" and "me too's," intermixed with words that I couldn't hear.

Lying behind Bug I just allowed them their moment of togetherness, wondering as I did just what exactly was happening between them. It seemed obvious to me that whether they had ever met physically before this weekend, something was transpiring; they were more than friendly girls fucking a neighbor and uncle in a birthday threesome. When I slid my hand onto Bug's hip and bottom, I think it stirred her perception to realize they'd been ignoring me. Turning over her shoulder Bug's hand reached back for me. "I guess we kinda forgot you for a few minutes, huh?"

"I didn't mind." I smiled, "it was really quite beautiful." I pulled myself closer, leaning in over her toward Janet. Janet leaned forward in return, and I kissed her, my arm reaching forward to fondle her breasts, my cock riding up Bugs backside. Bug was right, Janet's mouth tasted of Bugs pussy. "She's quite the tasty little girl, isn't she?" I asked.

Janet just smiled and looked down at Bug. I looked down and took her chin to turn her face to mine where I kissed her also. Relinquishing her chin I moved my hand to her tit, her nipple finding its way between my thumb and finger. "You two sure know how to throw a guy a birthday party," I whispered. I realized we were all whispering, I guess just because we didn't need to be any louder.

Bug smiled at me and then turned to Janet while her arm reached back between us, finding my cock. "Can I eat you while Uncle Jim fucks me?" she asked pointing the request at Janet, apparently assuming my willing participation.

Janet head nodded slightly, her hand reaching for Bugs hand. "I'd like that."

It took a minimal amount of rearranging from where we were. Janet began moving up, while Bug just pushed her bottom back against me. I had to move down just a little and easily entered her from behind while Janet rolled onto her back, spreading her legs for Bug. She moved her lower leg under Bug's head so Bug could relax and not have to hold herself upright.

With Bug mostly on her side, my rear entry was either strained or I wasn't going to be able to watch Bug work on Janet. It's a great position for an early morning relaxed fuck, but I wanted to see more than just Bug's back. Lifting her upper leg I moved myself forward and slid it over my shoulder into a sitting scissors position. From here I could watch Bug and Janet, and easily control my movements inside her. None of us wanted to get off just yet, and my long deep strokes, slowly pulling out until I was about to flop out and then sliding back in until I bottomed out, were just what was needed.

Bug started with her fingers, looking from up close as she teased and played with Janet's pussy. I watched as she delicately rubbed a finger along the mouth of her vagina and stroked up her slit, finding and tantalizing her clit, and then spread her lips, pushing the skin out of the way until her clit was exposed. Once Janet was totally open, Bug leaned in and licked her clit, just a quick tease, before pulling back again. I looked up to Janet's face but her attention was all on Bug. Her hand was resting on Bug's hair, not guiding or controlling, but just letting her know that she was there.

Pulling back from her quick lick of Janet's clit, Bug's fingers went right back to work. Sliding down between her labia, she penetrated with her middle finger, pushing in and pulling up, working to find her g-spot. When she got the appropriate shudder from Janet she pulled her hand out and reinserted her ring and middle finger, again lifting and curling inside. This time, knowing she was finding the spot, she began a two finger stimulation. "Is that good?" She asked.

"Oh My God," Janet answered.

Despite being constrained by the position to only being able to work with her upper hand and arm, Bug was able to reach up and have limited movement with the arm she was lying on. I expected she'd work on Janet's clit, but instead she worked all around it. With two fingers working inside her vagina, her upper hand began playing with her labia, rubbing around her pubic bone, stimulating everywhere except directly on her clit. She pinched and pulled Janet's labia away from her body, one side at a time. Pushing in against her Mons, she rubbed with multiple fingers, splitting two and dragging them down either side of her clit without actually touching it.

Janet's face told it all. At first she'd been watching, but her eyes had closed, little twitches and shudders telling us exactly when Bug touched the right spot. "God that's so good..." she whispered. Bug didn't answer, just continued her pleasuring.

As for Bug, she was definitely wet so I knew she was aroused, but I also recognized that I wasn't paying enough attention to her to get her off. Surprisingly as I watched Bug and Janet, I found myself getting more aroused, not from my cock sliding in and out of Bug's slippery love tunnel, but from watching Janet getting more and more excited. I had to concentrate on diminishing my own arousal for a few moments and managed to get myself off the orgasm track.