# Car 54

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© 2005 / revised 2014
K Pelle

### Chapter 28:
Industrial Zone - Expect Traffic Interruptions

I found the rotors for the distributors and put them back in place, then started both vehicles and made sure they ran well. After that I went inside to wash off and have some lunch. The girls had made sandwiches and soup, then as we ate, they were talking about the cabin and the ranch. I wasn't really paying much attention until both of them broke into laughter about something. I suppose it was at that point that I managed to come out of the funk I'd been in as Sandy was speaking.

"What? For gosh sakes, Carissa, how do you let him get away with that. Haven't you threatened to cut him off until he takes the time to build on a proper bathroom?" Sandy grinned and winked broadly at Carissa.

"She's tried to convince me and I'm willing, but we'd need to put in a septic system to do that. Until last month, that looked like it was just too expensive for us to tackle. Previously, that wasn't something Grampa Bender wanted to spend money on," I offered with a weak smile.

"What happened last month? I know that he's still okay. I was in to look after him the other day and he seems to be doing as well as can be expected," Sandy looked at me seriously. "I don't think he'll be coming home for a while though."

"In all honesty, I doubt if he's going to come back at all, except for visits, even if he does get out of the hospital fairly soon," I sighed, finally admitting that to myself. "He's probably going to need constant care for the rest of his life and that means someone would have to be here looking after him. The way he talks, I think he's realized that too."

"Well, the nurses sure like caring for him," Sandy smiled. "When he's feeling up to it, he has a great sense of humour, but I think you're right. The people I've spoken to think he's going to have to be moved to extended care. It wouldn't be safe for him to live up here all alone at his age and in his condition."

"Yeah, that's what we expect too," I nodded. "When he set up his will and changed the terms of the lease agreement, it was obvious to all of us that he wasn't expecting to come back here for any length of time."

"Since he changed things, they've been making a lot of improvements, like bringing in electricity and telephone," Carissa offered. "This ranch is practically Chris and Beth's now. That's why they've been buying horses and cows so they can try to make it profitable."

"Hey, we don't own it. It's still Grampa Bender's," I frowned at her. "As long as Grampa Bender is alive, this is his place. We're just caretakers for the time being."

"Well, considering that he's probably not going to be able to live here and care for it himself, I'd say it was yours. Especially since he's set up the lease agreement the way he has," she smiled at me. "I know you're not willing to admit that you have control of the place, but I'm sure your family knows you do."

"Jeez, you mean Beth is a half owner in the place and she hasn't raised heck about a bathroom either?" Sandy asked.

"Oh, she's mentioned it, but since neither one of us will be living here during the fall or winter, we decided that we'd postpone that expense for a year or so."

"Well, I know you're going to Calgary, but where is Beth going?"

"Just to highschool in town, but she won't be able to live up here by herself. The road becomes impassable if there's either a heavy snow storm or a blizzard. It can be blocked for a week or more at a time and that would screw up her schooling."

"Ah, gotcha," Sandy nodded, then glanced around. "Looking at this place, I guess it would be a bit hard to make space for a bathroom anyway, wouldn't it."

"Yep, it would mean building onto the place," I grinned at her. "By the way, do you have a bathroom fetish or something? You keep steering the conversation around to that all the time."

"No, not really," she giggled. "It's just that I've always been able to run to the bathroom in the middle of the night if I have to. While I'm staying up here that midnight run would be a little more involved. At least it's warm when you have to run outside in the summer months. What did Mr. Bender do in the wintertime?"

"Oh, he had a pail," Carissa broke into laughter. "Chris rinsed it out, then hung it out back on a fence post just in case Grampa Bender came back and wanted it."

"A pail?"

"Unh huh, a five-gallon bucket with a lid made from a plastic toilet seat," Carissa chuckled. "He had it sitting in the back porch where Sandy has her bed set up and where you'll be sleeping."

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" Sandy wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"No, that's what he did," I grinned at the two of them. "I'd forgotten about the pail. If you want, I could bring it in and put it right beside your bed for the night."

"Eww, gross," Sandy's face twisted into an expression of disgust.

"Well, I think a bucket is better than a bedpan," I chortled.

Of course Carissa hooted with laughter and Sandy blushed fire engine red as she looked daggers at me.

"Did you tell Carissa all about that?" she squawked.

"Well, secrets between lovers aren't a good thing," I grinned.

"It's okay Sandy," Carissa said with a chuckle. "Actually I think it was a darn good idea and a lot smarter than the way Corinna and I managed to get to see his wienie."

"Wienie?!?" I griped, making both of them laugh, then I grinned. "I'll have you know it's at least a sausage."

"Yeah, we both know," Sandy giggled. "Although I'm still envious of the fact that she knows so much more than I do."

"Oho, so I'm 'she' now am I?" Carissa stuck her tongue out at Sandy.

"Of course you're 'she' - can't you tell that I'm jealous," Sandy grinned.

"I think it's about time to change the subject before you two get all riled and come to blows," I chuckled as I pushed back from the table. "Should I offer to do the dishes."

"No, you and Carissa go lay down," Sandy hopped to her feet, then began to pick up the empty bowls and plates on the table. "I slept well last night while you two were getting rid of that damn dual menace to society. Just for that, I think you two deserve a break, so you guys have a rest while I wash up. After that, I'll go out and look around outside so I don't bother your sleep. Oh, and don't worry, I promise I'll be careful, so I don't get into trouble."

Neither Carissa nor I had any real arguments with that idea, and it was only moments before we'd flopped onto the bed. Since the bedroom was so warm that afternoon, we stripped down to our underwear and lay on top of the bedding, not cuddling, just touching each other gently.

I don't think I'd slept for more than an hour, but when I awakened I found that I was feeling much more relaxed. Carissa was still sleeping, so I slipped out of bed slowly and quietly, then pulled on my clothes and went out into the kitchen. I quickly checked the back porch to see is by any chance Sandy was lying down, but she wasn't there. After sleeping in the heat, I was a bit thirsty and after I'd gotten a drink of water, I stepped out onto the front porch. Glancing around, I saw Sandy sitting on the railing of the corral watching the horses, so I walked down to see how she was doing.

"Hey, gal. How ya doin'," I called quietly when I was several yards away, intending to let her know I was up and around.

"Oh, hi," she turned to look at me and blushed. "You caught me."

"I caught you?"

"Yeah, I was being naughty and watching your horses when they were having fun," she giggled. "The stud is doing his best to make another colt, but the mare is being a tease."

"Oh, is that all," I laughed. "Don't worry about my catching you watching that. It's just part of farm life. I've been watching that sort of thing since I was a little shaver."

"Yeah, I know," she sighed. "The thing is town kids like me just never see that sort of thing. Well, maybe we see a couple of dogs, humping away or stuck together, but even then our parents try to make us look the other way, treating it as if it's dirty or something. Did you know your sister taught me more about sex than my mother or even the nurses at the hospital did?"

"Oh, I can imagine. Beth has been a rather astonishing person from the time she was a little kid. I can just imagine her asking Mom questions about sex when she was five or six years old," I grinned, then tried to speak in a high squeaky voice. "Mommy, what are those horses doing and what's that big long thing hanging out of the daddy horse's tummy?"

Of course Sandy looked shocked for an instant and then she started laughing so hard that she almost fell off the pole fence of the corral. She managed to hang on, but I moved closer so I could catch her if she did fall.

"You almost made me fall and I think you did it intentionally," she giggled.

"Now would I do that?" I chuckled. "It's a good thing Beth wasn't here though, she'd have killed me for trying to imply that she ever sounded like that."

"Well, it wasn't a very good imitation of her voice," Sandy slipped down off the fence, turning toward the house and changing the subject. "You didn't sleep long, did you?"

"No, all I needed was a nap. Carissa was still asleep when I got up though."

"Do you think she's going to sleep for long?"

"I don't know, why?"

"Oh, I was just thinking that since you had your Jeep running, you could maybe take us for a drive around the ranch a bit. I didn't realize it was so big until I was sitting here a while ago and I'd like to see some of it. If you do though, I think Carissa should be along, so ..." she paused and blushed.

"What, are you afraid that I'd hit on you if she wasn't there?" I frowned at her. "You ought to know by now that I'm not like that."

"Of the two of us, it wasn't you that I was worried about," she laughed uneasily.

"You're worried about yourself?" I turned my head and stared at her as we walked side by side.

"Yeah, in a way," she sighed. "I know that you and Carissa are heavily involved, but I still have feelings for you."

"Sandy, I'm afraid that the way things have changed, it just wouldn't work between us," I shook my head. "You see, Carissa and I have gone through a bunch of things together that have drawn us closer to each other. On top of that, we've lived with each other for the last couple of months and each day has added to our care for the other. It's almost as if we were in a trial marriage or something. I don't want to lose that."

"I know that in my head, I'm just not so sure about it in my heart," she sighed as we got to the porch.

"Would you like a coffee? I think I can be quiet enough to make one without waking Carissa," I suggested as I reached for the screen door.

"I don't think you can," Carissa laughed from inside. "You woke me when you went outside."

"Oh, sorry," I grinned at her. "I guess I wasn't as quiet as I thought I was."

"Oh, you were quiet, I was just waking up myself," she smiled at me and held out her arms for a hug. "I was thinking of rolling over and waking you up, then you left."

"I guess I missed something, did I?" I grinned as I hugged her tightly.

"Not really, I was just going to suggest that we make some coffee and take the Jeep for a drive up to that hill you showed me when I first came to see you. I think Sandy would love to see the whole ranch spread out below her."

"Hmm, she suggested something like that earlier. Since it doesn't look like we're going to get much work done today, that might be an idea."

"Well, it's either that or since it's so warm, we could go for a swim," Carissa chuckled.

"Oh, but I don't have a swim suit," Sandy sounded apologetic.

"Well, I was going to warn you about that. We don't use those things," Carissa giggled. "I thought you might like to show off that gorgeous bod of yours to this big brute."

"Carissa!" Sandy squawked, blushing bright red.

"Oh come on now, be honest. Wouldn't you like to tease him a bit?"

"I don't think that's a good idea myself," I sighed softly.

"I do," Carissa answered just as quietly. "If we do decide to rent that duplex together, you two are almost bound to see each other in various stages of undress anyway. This would just get it over with sooner."

"Dammit, Carissa," Sandy snapped. "Don't you realize I've still got a crush on Chris?"

"Yes, I do and Chris probably has a small one for you too, but I'd sooner face any problems head on, rather than hiding from them and having them sneak up on me," Carissa slipped out of my arms and grasped Sandy's shoulders, staring her in the face. "I also know that I have to be able to trust the two of you to be together without my being nearby, because that's bound to happen if we live in the same house. I want you to know how I feel about Chris and how he feels about me too. You also need to know that we aren't skin shy, but at the same time we know that being naked makes us react and we get horny, of course at our age that's perfectly natural."

Carissa pulled back and grinned at Sandy then. "Actually, I can see that you're reacting just having me talk about it."

"What do you mean?" Sandy's voice was a whisper.

"You have little tents on your blouse," Carissa grinned. "But, so do I and I'll bet Chris is growing hard right now, unless he's already grown to full size and can't get any harder."

"Dammit Carissa, what are you up to?" I asked as my face grew red.

"I'm facing the biological reality of our situation head on," she said flatly, her humour now gone. "You're a representative of the male of the species while Sandy and I are both females. All of us are just entering the prime of our reproductive years. The hormones in our bodies are attempting to induce us to bear young. Both Sandy's body and mine have decided that you are the best example of male flesh around. Since you're male, you're naturally polygamous, being female, Sandy and I would prefer just one mate, but we want the best mate possible to protect and provide for each of us as well as our children. On top of that, society has ingrained into our psyches that we should be monogamous. Right now you seem to both of us to be the best potential mate around, in short, since only one of us can have you, Sandy and I are in competition for your genetic material."

With that she walked over and flopped down on a kitchen chair. "For some stupid reason it seems that our mothers have gotten it into their heads to throw us together and let us fight it out. The problem is that the fight is mostly between Sandy and me, but I really don't want to fight. I like Sandy and I love you. Now, just what the hell are we going to do about it?"

I stared at her in astonishment, not knowing what to say or do. Somehow I had the idea that even though she said she loved me, at the moment she was angry with me for some reason. I was still standing there with my mouth open in astonishment when Sandy cleared her throat.

"Well, spit it out. What do you have to say?" Carissa snapped at her with a glare in her eyes.

"I was just going to suggest that perhaps you were right before. Maybe we should go swimming," Sandy blushed, then seemed like she was going to start to giggle. "I think both of you are a lot smarter and stronger than I am, so if it came down to a fight, I'd lose, but before I lose out completely, I'd like to see what I was losing and what I was losing to."

"Huh?" I managed to grunt, wondering just what she meant for a second.

Then to my astonishment, Carissa started to laugh and jumped to her feet, rushing to Sandy and wrapping her in a hug. All I could do was look on in surprise because I wasn't sure what was happening. Somehow, this situation seemed as if it was leading up to a repetition of the night when Corinna had climbed into bed with us.

At that moment, the major question in my head revolved around the apprehension of what sort of trouble we were getting ourselves into, but I didn't have any answers. Instead of coming up with answers though, I was just standing in the kitchen of the cabin, watching two gorgeous teenaged women hug and I was getting a boner. I admit I was turned on by what was happening, because it seemed that I was about to have an opportunity that I'd never even dreamed of. It seemed that I was going to go skinny dipping with two women that turned me on.

I'll also admit that I was apprehensive, because I'd already lived through a somewhat similar situation that had turned out badly. However, being a sixteen-year-old guy and having the normal excess of hormones that went with my age, I certainly wasn't going to turn down the chance to see another nude woman. The thing that astonished me about that state of affairs was the fact that my girlfriend seemed to be in favour of the idea that we go skinny dipping with another gorgeous gal.

For the life of me, I couldn't understand her reason for being willing to do that.

I think Sandy had been as surprised by Carissa leaping up to hug her as I was, at least at first, because her face showed a flush of embarrassment. Then Carissa whispered something I couldn't make out and both of them broke into giggles as they shifted and turned to look at me.

"See. I told you he really likes the idea," Carissa chortled.

Sandy just looked at me and broke into giggles, her face flushing bright red. To be honest, since both of them could clearly see the swelling in my jeans, I was embarrassed.

"What do you think, big boy?" Carissa was trying to sound like Mae West. "Do you think you can handle both of us?"

I couldn't help it, I broke into laughter because I thought it was funny, even if it was embarrassing. I think that took her by surprise.

"Nope," I snorted through my laughter. "Heck, I don't even feel confident about handling you."

"Hah," Carissa rolled her eyes as she grinned at Sandy. "I might almost believe him, if I didn't know him as well as I do."

"You mean in the biblical sense?" Sandy giggled, shocking me that she'd say something like that.

I was trying to think of a quick comeback when the phone rang. That made me jump because I was standing next to the darn thing. I grabbed it in reaction.

"Hello."

"Chris, it's your Dad. You might have Sandy give her father a phone call. He's about ready to go on the warpath."

"Who's he angry with and why is he upset?"

"Well, it seems that leaving Sandy there with you was the women's idea. Sam thought she was catching a ride back to town with the Coulters, because his car was full since Beth went along with the twins."

"Oh, cripes," I sighed heavily. "Just what the heck is going on anyway?"

"I'm not sure you'll believe the whole story; it's so weird." Dad sighed heavily. "The three women decided that in order for you and the girls to really understand what living together would be like, you should be isolated and under pressure of some kind. They actually asked Wil to take the rotors out of your cars. For some reason they felt you'd get their point if you were all under stress and unable to avoid each other. Ann and Wilma talked your mother into going along with it, but now she's upset because you were so angry. Of course, Sam is worried that Sandy could get hurt in some way."

"Dad, none of this makes sense to me," I sighed.

"It doesn't make much sense to me either." He admitted. "Right now, Sandy better call her dad before he comes back out there on the warpath and you get hurt."

"Yeah," I sighed again. "If necessary, we'll take her into town and calm him down."

"Okay, have her call right away though, would you? I'll talk to you later." Then Dad hung up.

"What's going on?" Carissa asked, a frown on her face.

"Well, from what I can gather, our mothers arranged this little party so that we could feel the pressures of living together in a small place. They even talked Wil into pulling the rotors from the cars, so that wasn't really his fault. I'm guessing that they thought we'd end up fighting and not want to live together in Calgary."

"So what's going on now?" Sandy asked, frowning as much as Carissa had.

"Well, you need to call your Dad. He's all set to call out the marines to rescue you from my clutches. He thought you were catching a ride back to town with Carissa's folks because his car was full or something. Now I think he's worried about your safety. If he's really worried, we can run you into town."

"Oh for cripes sake," Sandy grabbed the phone. "First, he wants me to grow up, then he's afraid I will. I've got to live with his crap all the time, and I swear it gets worse every damn day. He makes me so mad sometimes that I just want to spit."

Sandy looked livid, which surprised Carissa and me. We were left staring at her in surprise, then Carissa grasped my hand and pulled me toward the door.

"She doesn't need us hanging on every word while she has a fight with her dad," she said as she closed the door behind us.

"And we don't need to make her uncomfortable by listening either," I managed a smile as we stepped out into the baking sun, then both of us hurriedly pulled back into the shade of the porch. "Damn, it's warm."

"Yeah, that's why I suggested we go for a swim," Carissa sighed, squeezing my hand.

"Was that the only reason?" I turned and grinned at her. "I thought you were out to embarrass me."

"What have you got to be embarrassed about?" she sighed. "I'm the homely, fat woman in the bunch. If anything I ..."

"Whoa, right there. Stop!" I interrupted. "Where the hell did that come from? You aren't fat and you certainly aren't homely! You're gorgeous and you've got a great figure."

I was shocked. I hadn't realized that Carissa felt uncomfortable about her weight in any way. In all honesty, I loved the way she looked.

"Oh, come on!" Carissa tried to pull her hand away from mine, but I wasn't letting go. "Look at Sandy for once. She could be a model, while I look like a dumpy old schoolmarm."

"Sweetheart, Sandy is a touch skinny and rather angular, but you have beautiful curves."

"Hah, I've got huge tits and a fat ass, as well as a roll of fat on my stomach. I need to lose fifteen pounds. Besides, since I've been staying here with you, I've let myself go. My nails are all broken and my hair is a mess. I look like a pile of shit."

"Best looking pile of shit that I ever saw," I grinned and scooped her into my arms, hugging her tightly. "Every time I touch you, I get worked up, so don't you dare change into some darn skinny minnie on me. I happen to like the soft women that I've been sleeping with for the last while. I think she's beautiful and sexy as all get out."

"But I've always been fat. I've been fighting my weight forever."

"Well, you've won the battle," I caressed her bottom. "Why do you think all the guys wanted to take you and Corinna out all through school? Everyone knew that their chances of getting anywhere with either one of you was slim to none, but the guys still lined up for the chance, didn't they?"

"Yeah, but that was just because we were fairly well off for a town this size, so we could dress well and we looked good on guy's arms. Besides, even if we're fat, we still have fairly pretty faces, if we wear enough makeup and the right clothes."

"Umm, how can I tell you this?" I sighed, then suddenly knew what I wanted to say. "Do you know when I think you're the prettiest?"

"Huh, no. I don't," she stared at me.

"When you first get up in the morning, before you put on clothes or makeup. The only other time you look better is after we've had sex."

"Eeeewww," she squawked, then couldn't help, but giggle. "You like the way I look when I'm all sweaty and tired out or I still have that sleepy look and my hair is all messy?"

"Yep," I lifted her up and kissed her nose, then let her slide back down against the lump that had grown in my shorts. "Feel that? That part of me thinks you're the sexiest thing it ever saw."

"Yeah? Well, I saw that thing saluting Sandy today too," she sighed as she ground herself against me. "He's fickle."

"Oh, he's polite and stands for any pretty woman," I managed a sheepish grin. "I think that's automatic, but he's not about to do anything without permission and I keep a tight rein on that sort of thing."

"I'll bet Sandy would give him permission to march into action," Carissa sounded strange, almost as if she was afraid of what I'd say.

"Maybe she would, but I'm still the general and I happen to know Private Popoff has enough problems keeping up with his duties in his home barracks. If he went marching off to a new bivouwac, I'm positive there would be a rebellion on the home front and I wouldn't like losing a battle there."

"Hmmph," she snorted and opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but just then Sandy came outside, looking like she was almost in tears.

"Oh, oh, what's wrong, Sandy?" Carissa said instantly.

"Oh, I just wish you guys had an extra bedroom," Sandy growled. "I'd damn well move out here and live with you until I go off to Calgary. Daddy is being a bloody idiot again."

"Well, you can use Beth's bed for now," I offered and was surprised to see Carissa smile and have her squeeze my hand lightly.

"Really?" she looked at Carissa for permission.

"It's not my house, but you can as far as I'm concerned," Carissa smiled. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Oh, it's so stupid," Sandy snapped. "Daddy is positive that I'm being a Jezebel and trying to break up you guys. Then he's worried that I'm going to turn into a slut when I go to Calgary. He's so screwed up it isn't even funny. He thought my being here was my idea."

"Oh great," Carissa said quietly. "I guess that kills the idea of us rooming together, huh?"

"No fucking way!" Sandy snapped. "Not as far as I'm concerned it doesn't. I don't give a damn what Daddy thinks. I'm almost eighteen years old and on the second of September I can damn well do what I want."

She plopped down on the steps in the hot sun and then jumped up because the step was so hot on her bottom through her tight jeans. Her hands had snapped down to rub her tender flesh, then she blushed as she saw us looking at her. I couldn't help but grin.

"You have to watch where you sit and what you sit on around this place," Carissa giggled. "I think the sun makes everything hotter up here."

"Well, we're over a thousand feet higher here than in town, so it's hotter in the day and cooler at night," I explained. "As well, we're in a valley, so if there isn't a breeze, the heat builds up."

"Yeah, I guess I knew that," Sandy sighed. "I just didn't expect to bake my buns on a wooden step."

"Nice buns though. I hope you didn't burn the crust," Carissa snapped, much to my surprise.

"Look who's talking about nice buns," Sandy snorted, then grinned. "Did you know that the guys in grade twelve voted you and Corinna as having the best butts in the whole school? Oh, I guess that happened during the week you were away, didn't it?"

"What?" Carissa shrieked.

"Yep, they also voted you two as tied for the most untouchable and you guys got the second best score for best tits. Chris got voted in as Mr. Smooth because they thought he scored with all three of us, as well as Debbie Yarowski, all inside a week or so."

"Oh, shit!" I broke into laughter.

"Hey, those guys don't care about the truth, they figured that you broke in the two shyest girls in the school and added the two most untouchable, just for flavour," she smiled shyly. "I've had a dozen offers for dates since then, but I never had even one during the school year. Even Debbie is going out with guys now."

"So, have you been going out?" Carissa asked.

"I went to a ball game with your cousin Billy, but I was just too darn scared to even let him hug me."

"What? Why were you so shy with him? He's a nice guy," I stared at her in surprise.

"I know, or I wouldn't have gone out with him at all," she whispered. "I was scared to hug him though, after what I did to you."

"What do you mean?" Carissa asked.

"I almost raped Chris," Sandy sighed. "We didn't have any protection or anything and I was ready to screw him. Didn't he tell you about it?"

"Oh, that. Sure, he told me about it. That was no big deal!" Carissa snorted. "I did even worse than you that night. I stripped and almost jumped his bones, busted leg and all."

"You screwed him the same night."

"Nope, he wouldn't let me, but I was sure willing. I caught him on the rebound from you and I've been worried that I'd lose him back to you ever since."

"Hey! I'm here, listening to this all this BS," I broke in.

"Oh, shut up. This is between us gals," Carissa swatted my arm lightly and grinned at me, then turned back to Sandy, who broke into giggles.

"Well, if you guys are going to talk about me, I guess we aren't going swimming, so I'm going to go find a shady spot down by the creek and get out of the sun."

"Hey, who said we aren't going swimming?" Carissa moved to stand in front of me before I could leave. "What do you think Sandy, do you still want to go skinny dipping?"

Sandy didn't speak, but she nodded her head as she bit her bottom lip and blushed. That nod was enough for Carissa though. In minutes she'd organized us to grab towels and blankets, drinks and snacks, then had hurried us to load them into the Jeep.

All the time we were driving to my favourite pool, she kept up a constant chatter, teasing me, while letting Sandy know about things that I felt were strictly our business. I was astounded and unfortunately, I grew aroused at some of the tales she told. Since she was in the front seat with me, she could see the bulge in my crotch, especially since I'd changed into shorts because I was too hot in jeans. She just grinned and winked at me, then teased me even more by telling Sandy about things that we had done and said to each other.

Since Sandy was sitting in the back seat of the Jeep, the only time I could see her was if I looked in the rearview mirror. However, her gasps and giggles were almost as arousing as the few blushes I saw in glances in the mirror. Of course Carissa's constant teasing chatter about our love life kept me aroused as well. Several times, Carissa made me blush as she spoke about intimate details of our relationship.

"Dammit, woman, you make me sound as horny as a billy goat," I protested at one point.

"Oh come on, Chris. I wouldn't want to give billy goats a bad name, now would I?" she laughed at me, turning my words around. "You're more like a male mink in breeding season."

"Yeah, well then you're like the female mink," I countered.

"Jeez, are you two always this rough on each other?" Sandy managed to say while laughing.

"Naw, not usually. You're a bad influence," I grinned as I glanced into her eyes in the mirror and winked at her.

"Hey," she squawked, laughing and swatting my shoulder lightly. "All I've been doing is listening to Carissa brag about your sexual prowess."

"That's all it takes. She just wants someone to brag to and it's not my prowess she's bragging about either."

"What is it then?" Sandy asked.

"Yeah, I want to hear this," Carissa was laughing as well.

"You're just bragging about all the things you've taught me," I winked at Carissa. "I was all shy and innocent until you two gals came along. Sandy set me up, then you swooped in for the kill."

"Hey, are you blaming me too?" Sandy protested.

"Well of course," I laughed. "You set me up for Carissa to grab on the rebound, or so she claims."

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that one, right Sandy?" Carissa chortled, then turned and looked back. "You'll help me pay him back, won't you?"

"Oh, you bet," Sandy giggled.

"Oh, oh. What have I gotten myself into now?" I grinned, trying to act nonchalant. "Ah. Here we are. I'll just pull into the shade. Then we can leave the Jeep handy, but the seats will stay cool."

"Come on, Sandy. Last one in is a rotten egg. We can get towels later," Carissa yelled, then dove out of the Jeep, throwing off clothing as she ran.

I just sat and watched as Sandy scrambled after her. Heck, how many times does a teenage guy get to watch two beautiful gals throw off their clothes and show their delightful bodies, even if it was from the back?

I loved to watch Carissa move, having long ago decided that her body was perfect. Even if she thought she was too heavy, I didn't. I loved the smooth curves, the soft flesh, the small waist with big boobs and wide butt. Just watching her run was enough to make my stiffy even stiffer.

Then there was Sandy. She was taller, slightly thinner and a bit more angular. Her best features were her legs and her tight bubble butt, but at that moment I had to admit to myself that I'd probably passed up a lot when I had turned down her advances that night.

Unfortunately it dawned on me that because I'd sat in the Jeep as they rushed to dive in, both of them were going to be watching me strip off my clothes and walk down to the water. Oh well, poor old Willy was going to be on display again. I imagined that he'd rise to the occasion as usual.

"Hey, we're waiting for the show," Carissa hollered as she trod water out in the center of the pool.

"Yeah, want us to hum some stripper music?" Sandy offered, only feet away from her and facing me.

"Actually, I was thinking of having you come and get me," I called back, grinning at them both. "I'd even let you have the fun of helping me get naked."

"Hah, I've been there and done that," Carissa laughed. "I know what happens."

"I'll pass," Sandy chuckled. "You just want to see me with little investment on your part. Besides I'm in no hurry, we're the ones who are nice and cool. You're the one sitting there getting all hot and bothered."

"Oh, but I've got shade, a cool breeze, all the snacks and drinks, as well as a nice view of two pretty women swimming naked. Why should I hurry?" I chortled.

"You bugger, you had this planned," Sandy laughed aloud. "Carissa, your boyfriend is a smart ass."

"Did you just figure that out?" Carissa grinned at her, then she swam closer and whispered something so I couldn't hear her.

A moment later both of them looked at me, then they dived underwater at the same time. As soon as they did, I hopped out of the Jeep, grabbing the blankets and towels, then scuttled back behind some bushes. I sneaked along behind the trees and bushes toward the waterfall at the top end of the pool, moving as quickly and as quietly as I could, planning to take the girls by surprise. I knew that where the water came over a rock ledge at the waterfall, it had scoured out the pool bottom, so the water was about twenty feet deep and I could dive in. I was able to get within about ten feet of the waterfall while still hidden from the pool; that was where I paused to strip off my clothes and shoes wrapping them and the towels into a ball, then tucking the bundle under a bush. As soon as I did that, I ran to the edge of the falls and dove in, hoping that the splash would be masked by the falling water. By the time I'd swum underwater and out into the middle of the pool where the girls had been, they were both at the Jeep, looking for me.

"Well, it looks like the perspective has changed," I called out, laughingly.

"You bugger," Sandy squawked. "How did you do that?"

"But now we're on the shore and have our clothes," Carissa grinned at me.

"Sure, if you want to walk down toward me and pick them up," I grinned as I swam in close to the shore. "I won't mind that show at all."

"We could use the towels," Sandy giggled, looking at me over the hood of the Jeep.

"No, we can't," Carissa laughed as she looked in the Jeep. "He's hidden them on us."

I just laughed.

"You bugger," Carissa laughed as well, then she turned toward Sandy, grinned and asked her. "Want me to hold your hand while we parade down and give him a thrill?"

"No. I'm a big girl now," Sandy grinned back, then walked around the front of the Jeep and started toward me.

She and Carissa converged, then walked side by side toward me. I didn't know which one to look at, both of them looked great. Carissa was fuller figured, Sandy a bit thinner. Sandy had small, perky breasts, Carissa's were fuller and rounder. Carissa was a couple of inches shorter, Sandy had longer legs.

As they waded into the water, then dove to swim toward me, I trod water and waited, knowing that some sort of retaliation was coming to me for sneaking around them. To my surprise, nothing happened right away. Oh, we fooled around, diving and playing, but they weren't being vindictive about me outsmarting them. After a while I decided I wanted to get out of the water, so I went and got the towels, blankets and my clothes, Meanwhile the girls walked out of the water and picked up their clothing to take it to the Jeep.

After that we sat on the blankets, each of them with a towel around their wet hair. We were all commenting occasionally, but mostly I watched them and listened to their talk. I was actually surprised to feel so comfortable with Sandy there, since we were all nude, but after that first few minutes before getting into the water, I hadn't had an arousal. I think Carissa caught my slight frown as I thought about that.

"What's wrong, Chris?" she asked.

"Nothing, really," I sighed, knowing if I told her the truth I'd be a walking boner since I knew they'd tease me until I grew aroused. "I guess I'm surprised about how well we're getting along with each other, especially the two of you."

"Why shouldn't we?" Sandy asked.

"I don't know. I guess I was being a dope about things and thinking you'd be jealous or something."

"Envious, but not jealous," she smiled at Carissa. "I don't know why either. In fact yesterday if you'd have suggested that we'd be sitting here naked while you sat and watched us, I'd have said you were nuts. But it's funny, I'm comfortable sitting here without clothes on and talking to Carissa about everything. I know you're watching me, but you're watching Carissa as much or more and you aren't being rude about it."

"I'm not?"

"You know darn well you're not," Carissa snorted and swatted my leg. "Actually, the only time you get rude is if someone does something dumb."

"Yeah, mostly Wil," I sighed.

"Well, you got quite mad at all of our mothers," she grinned.

"I suppose I was, but I think they planned on us having a big fight," I frowned.

"I think they expected Carissa and me to fight, then you'd have had step in and take sides," Sandy agreed with me, nodding her head. "Instead, I'm thinking that we could live in the same house without too many problems."

"I wouldn't go that far," I sighed. "I don't know if I trust myself that much. You're damn near as attractive as Carissa right now."

"Only damn near?" she kidded me, winking broadly at Carissa. "What's wrong with me?"

"Not a darn thing," I laughed. "That's one of the problems. I think your attitude was my problem with you before and just listening to you today, you seem to have changed your mind on your opinion about dating."

"Well, I got my nose rubbed in my mistakes by a nice guy who got mad at my Dad, not me," she giggled at me. "Then he sicced his bulldog sister on me to straighten me out about sex, while his mother and father tore into my Mom and Dad about the way my sisters and I were being raised. You hauled out the heavy guns and sent in a three pronged attack."

"Don't blame me for that," I shook my head. "It was Mom and Beth's idea."

"Well, I'm glad someone did it," Sandy grinned. "Here I thought it was you and I was going to ask Carissa if I could give you a thank you hug and kiss."

"You were probably right in the first place. He probably orchestrated the whole thing by playing on his family's morals anyway," Carissa giggled. "And, I think that a thank you kiss could be arranged. After all, you have kissed him before, so it's not like this would be a new experience or anything."

"It would be if I did it the way we are now," Sandy blushed.

"You mean because you're not wearing clothes? Is that a problem?"

"Carissa, you know damn well it is," I groaned, my body already reacting to the idea.

"Well, from appearances, your mouth is complaining, but your body isn't," she teased.

"Dammit Carissa, we're trying to be good and you're trying to push us at one another at every opportunity," Sandy sighed. "Just what the hell is going on?"

I don't think Carissa expected that. She stared at Sandy for a few seconds as if Sandy had struck her, then she leaned back and sighed deeply.

"I guess I'm not very confident and I suppose I'm worried," she whispered. "You're so damn sexy and Chris did go out with you first."

"I'm sexy? Good lord, Carissa, you simply ooze sex. You were sexy before, when we were going to school, but now? Holy shit, right now you seem to be lit up like a beacon. You simply glow. I can't compete with that," Sandy stared right into Carissa's eyes.

"Oh, fuck off," Carissa bit off her words sharply. "I'm fat. I look like a cow compared to you."

"Chris, go take a walk, go for a swim, do something, but get out of here," Sandy said sharply, staring at me. "I need to get brutal with your woman and I don't want you to hear what I'm going to say."

I stared at her for a second, then looked at Carissa. When she shrugged her shoulders, I grabbed my shoes and shorts, then moved away. There was dead silence for a moment as I walked down the trail, then all I heard was a murmur of voices. At least I wasn't hearing any screams or hollers.

I didn't go far away though, just in case a fight broke out, because I knew that if there was I'd have to run back and break it up.

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