The Other Sister

I basically grew up in the Evans house and I was as comfortable in it as I was my own home. I never knocked for permission to come in, entering through the kitchen door whenever I wanted as if we were all starring in some television situation comedy series where nobody knocks before barging into the house. I was the kid next door for many years hanging out with the Evans sisters and the other neighborhood kids in the various games and activities taking place in assorted back yards.

My Dad died when I was fourteen and Mr. Evans took me under his wings so I was hanging around the Evans place even more in a brother/pal role for the girls and a surrogate son role for Mr. Evans who was outnumbered by his wife and daughters, 4-1. (I made it 4-2 when I was around).

My mother was a social worker and my father had been a Professor at Blue County Community College so my parents were fairly liberal and free thinking. The Evans family was very religiously conservative so it was a whole different (political) experience for me under the Evans' roof than it was regarding my parents' influence.

Brenna, the oldest of the three Evans sisters, was my age and I knew her the best of the three even though they all went to St. Anne's Catholic School and I attended the public school system. Brenna was the glamorous sister and the most spoiled being the oldest. She was smart, popular, and attractive - the one who took dance lessons and participated in beauty contests.

"She's kind of vain," my pal Krimmer complained but I think that was mostly because Brenna didn't like him much.

I became a pretty good jock in high school so I had the prestige of being a noted athlete and that status helped me score brownie points with Brenna who liked the reputation of being seen with me. She often attended Hillsboro High's football games even though she wasn't a student. Brenna and I started going out mostly by default our junior year, almost as if we were expected to be a couple after being encouraged by friends and family for so long. My mother thought Brenna was terrific and I was practically a member of the Evans family anyway so nobody thought twice when Brenna and I started holding hands and smooching and all that.

Brenna's kid sister Ravina thought it was 'gross' when Brenna and I got affectionate with one another in front of them but everybody else was on board and it felt like a natural progression becoming boyfriend-girlfriend (even though there were clearly specified limitations as to what that meant in the Evans' house). Being Brenna's boyfriend was an entirely new reality for me and I loved every moment of it.

I had dated a few girls in the past but I was still a virgin when Brenna and I hooked up. Brenna wasn't much interested in doing the dirty deed even as our relationship solidified and I assumed that had to do with her religious upbringing and Catholic School virtues so I didn't take it personally. I had waited that long so I could wait longer more.

It wasn't until Christmas Vacation break senior year that Brenna finally put the 'moves' on me. I stopped by the house to take her Christmas shopping and when I went inside I found that Brenna was wearing a Santa hat and nothing else! Nobody was home and there the lovely Brenna was prancing around the house in just her Santa hat – the first time I had seen her naked and it was a sight to behold.

"We're not going shopping today," Brenna giggled as she put on a dancing show for me.

We eventually ended up in her bedroom. I was awkward and clumsy, nervous and excited and I didn't last very long. I hated myself for disappointing and obviously not satisfying Brenna. I was embarrassed and humiliated but Brenna didn't seem to really care all that much. I eventually got better at it but Brenna never seemed all that excited or interested in sex. She considered it messy and disgusting and I didn't feel comfortable when we actually did it, partly because of our track record and partly because of Brenna's attitude. I figured it had something to do with Catholic guilt or something (I wasn't Catholic so I didn't understand all that stuff).

Brenna's sister Lise was a year younger than us, a tom boy athlete and – to be honest – I felt more comfortable with Lise than I did with Brenna. Brenna could be snobby and difficult, demanding and obtuse, controlling and expectant. She was selfish and egotistical and I learned to just say 'Yes, Honey' whenever some sort of command or order came from her lips. She also used the power of (her) sex to keep me in line.

Lise was much more personable and easy going, friendly and good humored, sarcastic and fun. She had been chubby when she was younger and she remained stocky even in high school but she wasn't the kind of girl who worried about image or appearance (unlike her older sister). Brenna would take a half hour to get ready to do anything or go anywhere, trying on several outfits, carefully applying her make up, and brushing out her long blonde hair a hundred times. Lise usually showed up in sweats, rarely wore makeup and laughed at Brenna for "trying to look like a Barbie doll".

Lise and I sparred and teased one another, quick with the insults and sarcastic remarks. Whereas Brenna was the dominant one in our relationship, uptight and bossy, Lise was laid back and easy going, willing to laugh off the stupid stuff while enjoying life.

It was Lise who tossed around a football with me in my backyard. And I was the one who worked out with Lise when it came time for her to get in shape for her sports. We enthusiastically attended each others sporting events, me often dragging a disinterested Brenna along to cheer her sister on. I'd be screaming and applauding Lise for her achievements and Brenna would be sitting there chatting on her phone or reading a book.

There were plenty of times when I wondered if I was with the wrong Evans sister. Lise loved talking and playing sports. She was fun and interesting. The more time I spent with her, the more I realized that she was much more like me than Brenna, but Brenna was the one who took my virginity and the one who stole my heart. She was my first love and I was loyal to her.

Four years passed since Brenna and I officially became an item and we were still together (surprisingly enough). Brenna was a junior at nearby Green College but she lived at home. I completed two years at Blue County Community College and now worked full time as a truck driver for Blue County Diary. Brenna was pursuing her teaching degree and apparently she already had her dream job lined up at her alma mater St. Anne's Catholic School. I'm not sure what kind of future an agnostic progressive truck driver had with a conservative Catholic School teacher but I was willing to stick it out for as long as Brenna would have me because I was still wanted to be with her.

We hadn't seen as much of each other in recent times and sometimes I wondered if we were still dating mostly out of convenience and habit. I still hung with Brenna's Dad for fishing and golf (we learned long ago not to discuss politics or religion) and he and Lise showed up for many of my games with the Hilltop Browns of the amateur Serguci Summer Baseball League that played at historic Beano Field. Brenna rarely bothered showing up for any of my games anymore.

Brenna had her college friends and she danced with a college cabaret troupe. She had a part time job with a boutique not far from the Green Campus and she used her full schedule as an excuse why there wasn't a whole lot of time for us unless I came over for dinner with the family.

What I noticed most about Brenna since college started was that she had lots of girlfriends including her new best friend Diane who she met at Green. They were inseparable and Diane often tagged along with Brenna and me on some of our dates. It was almost as if Brenna liked being with Diane more than she liked being with me!

My mother was now in a serious relationship and she was thinking about selling the house (I paid rent to live there). Brenna didn't think it was a good time to move in together (another warning sign in my book), telling me that she liked the free room and board she enjoyed living at home and that her parents didn't believe in pre-martial cohabitation anyway.

"Where else am I going to get my mother's home cooking every day and my laundry done for me?" Brenna asked.

I half joked that I should just move in with her since I spent most of my free time in the Evans' house but when Brenna didn't jump on that suggestion either I became even more paranoid about the status of our relationship.

"My parents would never approve," Brenna said as a cop out and while that might have been true I'm pretty sure Brenna was using it as a convenient excuse.

I didn't get the sense that Brenna was ready to make any real commitment to our future and I was beginning to see the writing on the wall numbering our days as a romantic couple. I became depressed feeling rejected when I thought about the pending doom.

I had the day off but I wasn't sure what Brenna's schedule was so I swung by the Evans house to see if Brenna was around, barging in through the kitchen door unannounced as usual. Lise was coming into the kitchen still half asleep, rubbing her hair and stifling a yawn.

"Oh, Clinton," she said when she saw me coming through the door.

"Brenna here?" I asked.

"Am I my sister's keeper?" Lise wanted to know with annoyance.

I trotted upstairs to check Brenna's room. The bed was made but I couldn't tell if it had been made that morning or if she had never come home the night before.

"Bren hasn't been coming home much lately," Lise reported when I returned to the kitchen.

Lise had just finished her two years at Blue County Community College and she was debating whether she wanted to go on to Green College or land a full time job. She presently worked part time at the Panther Gym downtown.

I leaned against the door frame and sighed. Lise was wearing a red tee shirt that fell down to her thick thighs. She opened the refrigerator and when she bent over to look for something to eat I was pretty sure I could see the bottom curve of one of her ass cheeks.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" I asked.

Lise stood and closed the refrigerator door, turning to face me with a plum in her hand. "What's it to you?" She asked, taking a bite from the plum and I wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic or seductive.

Lise was an all star softball catcher and an all-state soccer goalie in high school. She was well known for her athletic achievements and because she was such an aggressive and assertive player and a demonstrative teammate some were stereotypical in their jealous attitudes, actually calling into question her sexuality. I never doubted Lise's preference having bantered sensually with her for years. Lise was presently dating a guy named Warren, a dweeb book smart type guy who looked like an accountant and lacked any athletic insight or interest. I had no idea what Lise was doing with him even though he seemed like a nice guy.

Lise was peering at me with the plum in her hand and I smirked with amusement.

"Why don't you come over here and see for yourself?" She dared, offering the most overtly sexual comment she ever said to me.

I wasn't about to fold in front of her. Maybe I wanted to prove my masculinity after faltering for so long with Brenna so I walked across the room and took a bite of the plum that Lise was holding in her hand, its juices squirting all over my mouth and her hand. I reached both my hands down to the hem of her long tee-shirt and I slowly began lifting it up, half expecting Lise to protest or pull it back down.

But Lise didn't resist and my eyes went wide when I saw that she indeed was not wearing any panties, her dark pubic hair sticking out from underneath the tee shirt as I continued to slowly lift it up.

I pulled the shirt up past her full tummy and I kept going until the shirt came up over her amble breasts. Lise stuck the plum in my mouth and she lifted both her arms up so I could pull the shirt off over her head. She shook her black hair out on her shoulders as she stood naked in front of me, a seductive smile on her face while her eyes danced as she proudly displayed herself for me.

It was wrong, of course. I was dating her sister and she was with Warren but this was one of the most sensual moments of my life. Lise leaned in and took a bite of the plum that was still stuffed in my mouth and she kept chewing on it until our mouths met and then we were both chewing on the fruit and kissing each other, the juices dripping down our chins. I walked her back a few steps until she was stopped by the refrigerator and suddenly her arms were wrapped around my neck and we were making out with a passion and force I had never felt before.

"Is this the forbidden fruit?" I asked.

"I'm not forbidding anything," Lise responded.

Sex with Brenna was orderly and disciplined, rigid and almost forced. Sometimes we went weeks (even months) without having it. But here was Lise being sexy and sensual and horny and never before had I been so turned on. Lise dropped one of her hands down from my neck and she tugged on my gym shorts, pulling them down my legs to allow my penis to pop out. She smiled as she gave it a few strokes (Brenna didn't like touching it).

Lise pulled me toward her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I had to hold her up by placing both my hands under her pillowy full ass and before I knew it I was inside her, ramming her against the refrigerator as she began to purr and moan. I could feel her hands in my hair and she was kissing me with a passion I never felt from Brenna. I could feel her insides clamping on my member as I thrust into her, her rear bouncing off the refrigerator and nearly crushing my hands as I kept them planted on her buns. Lise moaned into my mouth as we kissed and tongued one another with such ecstasy that I thought I was going to cry.

My years of sexual frustration and restriction fell away instantaneously. I didn't know that sex could be like this. Brenna seemed bored and disinterested, usually opting for the missionary position, sometimes not even bothering to take her pajamas or clothes off, almost as if she was simply waiting for me to be done with it. It felt routine and procedural.

But Lise was a raging bull. She was bucking on me like a wild stallion, pulling on my hair, crying out dirty words, and cheering me on as if I was in the middle of a football game. She was drawing blood from my lips and screaming with joy as I rammed her. She was moaning and making crazy noises, kicking my ass with her heels and when she began to stir and shake and scream I realized that she was having an orgasm with such force that I thought she was going to snap my penis off inside of her. At that very moment, it occurred to me that Brenna may have never had an orgasm in all the times we had sex.

I was still fully loaded so I kept thrusting into Lise who was delighted to go another round, the sweat beating on her forehead and her hair sticking to her face.

This was wrong, no doubt about it. It felt wonderfully terrific and unbelievably fulfilling but it was wrong nonetheless. I was dating Lise's sister and therefore porking Lise violated every ethical regulation in the morals book.

But Lise and I had known each other forever and we got along great. We were consenting adults and as spontaneous and unexpected as this moment was I suppose on some level it had been coming for a very long time, evidenced by this moment with Lise's tongue jammed down my throat and my cock wedged inside her thick hairy pussy.

She thrashed with another orgasm and this time I finally exploded with a fury I had never felt before and an excitement I never knew. To climax at the same time as my partner was a whole new experience and we both rode each other, me screaming out in an animalistic shriek (Brenna was always telling me to be quiet) as Lise matched my shouts with screams, grunts and groans of her own. I kept her pinned to the refrigerator long after the sensation subsided, holding her up by her ass while she kept her legs scissored around my waist and I felt her inside warmth rubbing against my groin and shrinking penis.

"Oh my fucking God," Lise finally whispered into my ear before resting her head against my shoulder. "I wanted to do this with you for so long but never in my wildest fantasizes did I think it could be like this!"

"Yeah," I marveled, still breathless. "It was fantastic."

That was an understatement. I was twenty-two years old but I felt like I had experienced sex for the first time in my life. Lise finally unwrapped her legs from my waist and I gently let her down, giving her ass an affectionate final slap as she stepped away from me.

"I have to go to work," Lise mumbled with regret and pity. "I'll see you." She leaned up and kissed me on the mouth before turning, leaning over to pick up her discarded tee shirt (giving me an interesting view of her particulars) and then disappearing from the room, offering me one final appreciative look at her wonderful backside as she left.

I was standing there in the Evans kitchen with my gym shorts down around my knees, my dick hanging out with all sorts of body fluids on it trying to figure out if this was one of those moments that I would never experience again. I slowly pulled my shorts up and I stumbled weak kneed and rubbery-legged from the house, my head spinning, my heart throbbing, and my guilt churning.

What had I done!? How could I do that to Brenna? Why would Lise let me do that to her? How could she betray her sister the same way I had betrayed her sister?

Brenna finally caught up with me on the cell, apologizing for not communicating and not realizing I had the day off. "Let's do lunch," she said.

"Great," I replied, hoping the shame didn't vibrate in my voice.

Brenna didn't deserve my violation and I hated myself for betraying her. I suppose I should have hated Lise too but how could I? She had awakened a sleeping bear within me and I saw life from a whole new perspective now. I knew I shouldn't confuse sex with romance or love but after my experience with Lise I had to ask myself how I really felt about Brenna. Was I committed to her out of loyalty, familiarity, and a sense of history? Did I feel I owed her because of our past together? Was I afraid that if we broke up I'd lose the rest of the Evans family too? Or did I really honestly love her even with all our problems?

I showered, washing Lise's sex and scent from my skin and pores although I could still sense her feel, touch and sensation in my body memory and I couldn't stop thinking about her either. It was so wrong of me yet it was the truth.

I met Brenna at a small café close to her boutique. She complimented me for looking so spunky and that was flattering because lately Brenna had barely been paying attention to me. But then I remembered why I was feeling so spunky and I felt ashamed. I wondered if Brenna and I looked happy together when we were out in public. I didn't sense that we were all that happy together these days but maybe we had become stale in our relationship given everything that was going on in our lives.

Brenna's face lit up and when I looked over my shoulder I saw that Diane had entered the café and was coming toward us. She was a tall, slender, well dressed woman with auburn hair a few years older that Brenna, now graduated from Green College and managing the boutique where Brenna worked. Usually I got annoyed when Diane was around, even jealous of her unwanted presence, but today I was actually relieved to have her join us, hoping it would help dissipate the slimy guilt and deep shame I felt about humping Brenna's sister against the refrigerator.

Later, I met Brenna at her house, joining the Evans family for dinner as was the custom since my mother was rarely home these days. I tried to act pleasantly normal although I had a hard time looking at both Brenna and Lise, although Lise didn't appear to be suffering from any guilt or shame as she cheerfully participated in the table conversation and easily interacted with both her sister and me.

I couldn't believe what a terrible person I had become. A disgusting sex pervert who had fucked my girlfriend's sister. I was slime and I couldn't bring myself to hang around for idle chit-chat after dinner, feeling the need to escape from the scene of the crime.

Brenna didn't seem to care that I was taking an early leave of absence but I was surprised when Lise followed me across the yard and onto the back porch of my empty house.

"Clinton, don't beat yourself up about this," Lise advised.

"Don't you feel bad?" I asked with surprise, turning to confront her, searching her face for clues of regret and shame.

"Not really," Lise admitted freely. "The sex was too good to question."

"I'm dating your sister."

Lise shrugged. "But is she really dating you?" She questioned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked with confusion.

Lise's hands were working their way up my stomach and chest as she pressed me against the inside wall of the porch. I couldn't believe she was making such moves given the situation. Her gentle fingers sent welcomed waves of wonderment through my body and I was surprised that I had become hard. Lise giggled as she pressed herself against me and felt my hardness and I was stunned when she dropped to her knees and unzipped the fly to my shorts.

"Lise!" I moaned.

She pulled my shorts and underwear down my legs and she grabbed my penis when it came free. I was shocked when she began to rub on it. Brenna never gave me a hand job but here was her kid sister Lise churning on my penis like it was a water pump. I was stunned when she moved her face close to my groin and took my head into her mouth. I had begged Brenna for years to try oral sex on me but she insisted that blow jobs were disgusting, vulgar, demeaning and gross. Now her kid sister was sucking me off as if I was a lollipop.

I instinctively put my hands in Lise's hair and I moaned as she happily lapped and sucked and tongued my penis as it throbbed in her mouth. No girl had ever done this to me before and I whimpered at the sensation, feeling like a vacuum cleaner was sucking on me and I was amazed when I exploded and even more shocked when Lise drank every drip, swallowing and gulping as I shot my milk down her throat. I was dizzy and I fell back against the wall and suddenly Lise was standing and I felt her soft and wet lips on my mouth, tasting myself mixed in with her breath and saliva as she kissed me.

"I don't care about anything, Clint," she told me. "We're already going to hell so we might as well enjoy the ride."

"We both know that this is a mistake," I sighed sadly.

"I'm not the one who is chicken enough to stop," she smirked as she dropped her hand down and stoked my exposed cock. "I bet Brenna doesn't like your dick very much, does she?"

It was not a question I imagined Lise asking and it certainly wasn't one I felt comfortable answering.

"I can't cheat on your sister with her sister, Lise," I said.

"Too late," she giggled, still playing with my penis.

"Brenna would never cheat on me with another guy," I admitted with guilt, knowing how much of a pig I really was.

"I don't think another guy is who you should be worried about with Brenna, Clint," Lise replied with annoyance.

"What do you mean by that?" I frowned but the sound of a car engine and the flash of headlights interrupted us.

"Oopsie," Lise giggled as she gave my dick a playful slap. "See you around, Lover."

She was gone in a flash and I had just finished fastening my shorts when my mother came through the back porch door. I hoped there weren't any wet spots anywhere but it was too dark for her to see anyway.

"Jesus, Clint, you scared the hell out of me!" My mother exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing out here in the dark?"

"I don't know," I answered as I led her into the house and it really was the truth. I no longer knew anything about anything.

The Evans had a party in their backyard the next afternoon to celebrate the youngest Evans daughter Ravina's engagement to her finance Sean. The young couple would be married in September. I attended along with my mother and her boyfriend, Jack. Jack was a nice guy and I was glad that my mom had found another chance after being widowed at a young age. She deserved to be happy and now that I was an adult she didn't owe me anything. I was grateful that she let me stay at the house and there was some talk that maybe I could buy it from her once she and Jack figured out what their future plans might be.

There were about thirty people present for the cookout, including Brenna's friend Diane and Lise's boyfriend Warren among other family and friends. Ravina's groom to be Sean was a rolly-poly guy that at first glance seemed like a mis-match for the thin and branchy Ravina but once you saw them together they seemed like the perfect couple. It was ironic that the youngest of the three Evans girls would be the first to marry. Ravina wasn't even twenty yet but she was crazy for this guy. Ravina had always been sweet to me and we got along fine so I was very happy for her. It occurred to me that Ravina was now the only Evans sister than I hadn't seen naked or had sex with.

Lise was wearing a yellow summer frock and she was all smiles as the party unfolded. I tried to avoid her but she kept showing up around me.

"We should talk," she said lightly, teasing me with her smirk.

She had a hot dog in her hand and I noticed that she was holding it much the same way she had held my hot dog the previous night. She licked her lips as she took a bite of the dog and then she grinned at me seductively. "Yum, so good," she said.

"Jesus, Lise," I said with embarrassment. "What about Warren?"

Lise laughed. "What about him?"

"Neither of us should be doing this," I growled.

"I don't think Brenna minds much," Lise pointed out, gesturing toward her sister who was engaged in a close and intimate conversation with Diane who was leaning over so Brenna could talk into her ear.

"I bet Warren does," I countered.

"Maybe I'm using Warren the same way Brenna is using you," Lise remarked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, not getting any of Lise's comments on the subject of Brenna.

"Don't you sometimes get the impression that Brenna likes Diane more than she likes you?" Lise asked.

"They're friends," I explained.

"Yeah, right," Lise laughed.

"What about Warren?" I asked.

"How was I supposed to know you'd be willing to fuck my brains out in my kitchen?" Lise challenged good naturedly. "Besides, Warren doesn't believe in premarital sex."

"What?"

"It's true," Lise said. "He's one of these guys who's waiting until he's married. I think he thinks he's waiting for me but I stopped waiting for anybody a long time ago."

"Geez, Lise."

"So, don't worry about Warren," Lise advised.

"How can you be so liberal coming from such a conservative family?" I frowned.

"I got tired of being so uptight and self-righteous," Lise replied. "I got tired of telling other people how they should think and how they should act. And the first time Tommy Renfro fucked me in the backseat of his car I decided that sex was something to enjoy not deny."

"Geez, Lise."

I stepped away, feeling freaked out by the entire conversation. I poured a coke from the refreshments table and tried to enjoy the warm summer sun, hoping Lise would stop harassing me.

"Where you off too?"

It was Lise standing by my side again.

"Shouldn't you be with Warren?"

"He's in the pool goofing off with my cousins," Lise reported. "Shouldn't you be with Brenna?"

"She's with Diane," I answered.

"Yes, she is," Lise answered in a whisper. "Have you finally figured it out?"

"You have a boyfriend and I have a girlfriend who happens to be your sister," I grouched. "For God sakes, Lise."

I walked away hoping she wouldn't follow me again and then I was disappointed when she didn't I glanced back to see that she was standing with Ravina and Sean shooting the breeze with them but she was staring at me with her arms folded across her chest and a playful pout on her face. My heart thumped at the sight and thought of her and I sighed with both regret and want. I needed to stay away from her. This was sick, perverted and twisted and it needed to end no matter how wonderful Lise made me feel and no matter how earth shattering the sex happened to be.

I did a good job of avoiding Lise during the next few days but that meant that I ended up avoiding Brenna too (at least around the Evans house), although I'm not sure Brenna noticed or even cared that much.

It was a hot, humid late August summer night and I was sweating in my uncovered bed, bold enough to be stark naked since my mother wasn't home. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I sensed a presence in my room and I was startled when I opened my eyes to see a shadow above me. It was Lise standing at the side of the bed.

"Oh, good, you're naked," she giggled as she pulled the same long red tee shirt she had been wearing that fateful day in the kitchen off over her head and tossed it aside before slipping onto the bed next to me naked, her head propped up on her elbow as she lay on her side.

"Where you've been?" She wanted to know

"Hiding," I mumbled, rolling onto my back and turning my head to stare at her and her nudeness.

It was weird having her in my room, in my bed, in the nude, in the middle of a hot summer night.

"From me?" She teased, walking her two fingers up my leg and thigh before making a U-turn and making a detour across my penis.

"Lise!" I croaked.

"Yes?"" She ran her hand seductively through my pubic hair.

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?"

I was flattered, of course. And when it occurred to me that even after all these years not once had Brenna made the same gesture I suddenly felt sad and forgotten. She was always hung up about when and where we had sex (when we had it) but in recent years with my mother gone so much we could have been humping like bunnies every night in my own bedroom. It only took Lise a few days to figure that reality out.

"Did you miss me?" Lise purred, lifting up a breast with her other hand and shaking it at me while wiggling an eyebrow and continuing to explore my pubs with her other hand.

"I've missed you," I admitted truthfully. "But this still isn't right."

"I like it when you're all hot and bothered like this," Lise giggled. "But you really have to stop freaking out about it."

"You should go," I sighed.

"No I shouldn't," she replied, wrapping her fist around my dick and beginning to yank on it.

I mumbled while I turned onto my side but she didn't let go of my penis and I mashed my face into her breasts, finding a nipple with my mouth and taking it in while she gave me a hand job.

"There you go," she sighed happily.

"But I…" I moaned into her breasts while I licked at her nipples and sucked on her tits.

"Sssshhhhhhh," Lise whispered as she continued yanking on my dick. "It's not your fault."

I felt her hand go down between my legs and suddenly she was cupping my balls and rolling them in the palm of her hand.

"I bet Brenna didn't play with your balls much."

"Never," I sighed into her breasts.

"That's not your fault either," Lise assured me.

"Where did you learn to be so sensual, sexual, and confident?" I asked, taking my lips off her breast and looking up into her face.

"Never mind that," she replied, rubbing her hand through my hair as she continued to roll my balls around in her other hand, my shaft rubbing along the inside of her wrist. "I know you've been deprived."

"I never knew it until now," I admitted.

Lise nodded her head in gentle understanding. "You didn't betray anybody, Clint," she said softly. "You weren't getting your needs met."

"I shouldn't of…"

"No, we should have and we did," she told me.

"What about Warren?"

"He's not meeting my needs either," she smirked, still rubbing my balls. 'He won't let me do this, for example."

"You're kidding."

"No blow jobs either," she shrugged.

"What's wrong with that guy?"

"He's repressed," Lise theorized. "Oppressed. Like you before me!" She giggled.

"I don't know how we can do this," I sighed, running my hand across her breasts.

"You're the best fuck I've ever had," Lise told me.

I laughed with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. "I'm sorry I fucked you behind your sister's back though," I confessed.

"Don't be," she replied. "I don't think Brenna is who you think she is, Clint."

"I don't know what you've been trying to tell me," I said with a frustrated sigh.

Lise let go of my balls and pushed me onto my back before lying her head on my chest, taking one of my hands and placing it firmly on her breast. I draped my other arm across her hip and let my hand brush across her backside.

"Brenna is sleeping with Diane," Lise announced.

I lifted my head off the pillow to stare incredulously at her. "What?" I asked with shocked confusion.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," she explained.

"Why would you say something like that?" I asked with disbelief.

"Come on, Clinton, think about it," Lise sighed.

I frowned at her for a long moment but then I dropped my head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Could it be true?"

"You're her muse," Lise told me, her hand returning to my penis once again and she gently stroked it while looking up into my face.

I chewed on my lower lip reviewing my experiences with Brenna. Early on in our sexual relationship, I assumed that she was semi-frigid and uptight about sex because of her religious and conservative upbringing, perhaps afraid of what her parents would think if they knew we were having sex. But as time went on and our sex life stayed stagnant and unfulfilling, I started to think maybe it was me. Maybe I couldn't satisfy her and I that I wasn't very good in bed. When Brenna went off to college and got all into the college scene, I figured she was making new friends but now that I thought about it there were a lot of women in her life. And I never really understood that whole Burlesque Cabaret Show thing she was in with all the make up and strange costumes.

And Diane was around a lot. But lovers? The thought honestly never occurred to me. Maybe I was naïve and foolish, gullible and clueless. I figured Brenna would eventually dump me for another guy. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel thinking about the possibility that she might leave me for another woman.

"Brenna is a dyke?" I finally whimpered.

"Just between us, yes," Lise responded. "She knows our uptight religious conservative parents would flip out. Sure, they love her and they'd accept it but they'd never really deal with it on a real level. And her dream job at St. Anne's would go out the window immediately. No way would they hire an openly gay teacher. Hey, believe me, I love my sister and want nothing but the best for her, but I hate seeing you used in such an unsavory way. You deserve good sex, Clint."

I placed my hand over hers as she worked my penis over. "I'm getting it," I smiled.

"But you still love Brenna," Lise guessed.

"I'm starting to get the feeling that might not be enough," I realized.

"That's sort the point," Lise agreed, jerking me harder. "That's why I'm here. To give you enough."

"I could never use you like that," I sighed.

"Please, use me," she smiled. "I want good sex too and I'm not going to get it from Warren. I like him as a person and a companion but you're the one I want to fuck. I'll understand completely if you want to continue being Brenna's muse and I'll support you in protecting her if you want. But that doesn't mean we have to be miserable."

My hand dropped from her breast and it worked its way down past her stomach and between her legs. Lise purred and happily opened her legs to allow my access to her love canal.

"Do you still want to be with her?" Lise asked.

"I don't know," I admitted. "I mean, I love her but….."

"Yeah," Lise said with understanding.

"But…"

"Shhh," Lise ordered, putting her finger against my lips while she continued to whack me off with her other hand.

She began to moan as I fingered her and she let me ejaculate all over her stomach and breasts before I brought her to a climax with my fingers and she thrashed on the bed with total satisfaction and relief.

She kissed me good night on the mouth before sliding out of the bed, finding her red tee shirt in the darkness and slipping out of the room like an angel ghost. I wish she had stayed for the night because I was feeling as lonely as ever before.

I had no idea whether or not I should confront Brenna on her sexuality. Would forcing her out of the closet solve any of our problems? Would she be insulted by my inquiry? Would she deny it? And if she did deny it, what kind of affect would that have on our relationship?

"No, I'm not gay, you're just a lousy lay," she might say. Or: "How dare you!? You selfish prick! Get out! I hate you!"

I wasn't sure if it was better to continue on with the status quo charades, playing the suddenly not so secret but still secret game of denial with Brenna while fucking Lise in secret to get my needs met. Was I betraying Mr. and Mrs. Evans by not saying anything? Would they resent me if the truth came out and they found out that I hid the facts from them? Was I being fair to Lise to have an affair with her while still loving her sister? No answer was easy or satisfying.

Ravina and Sean were married at St. Patrick's Roman Catholic Church in downtown Hillsboro and the reception followed in the Evans' back yard. Brenna and Lise had been maids of honor and I got to be a groomsman. It was weird all around, especially having Diane attending the reception too. Brenna and Lise both looked ravishing in their purple bridesmaid gowns. I was honored to be involved in the big family event even though I felt awkward at the same time.

Once again I tried to avoid Lise, afraid folks might get the wrong idea if they saw us together to much, especially with Warren among the wedding guests. I was supposed to be with Brenna but Diane's continuous presence made it an obvious threesome. Before it felt like Diane was the third wheel but now I knew I was the third wheel. Still, I pretended everything was okay and normal and unchanged.

It was a wonderful wedding Mass and the reception was full of spark and happiness and I wasn't about to say or do anything stupid to ruin the moment. Ravina was a beautiful bride and I once had similar images about me and Brenna enjoying a similar wonderful day but now I was pretty sure that was never going to happen.

I tried to ignore Lise who was with Warren at the appetizer's table. Warren looked presentable in his white suit but I was the guy in the handsome tuxedo and I secretly hoped Lise noticed me. I caught her looking at me a few times, sometimes with a melancholy sadness, other times with a smirk on her face knowing she had my balls in her hand and that I fucked her against the refrigerator, in my bed, on the stairway, and just two nights ago against the tree where a group of kids were now playing.

Brenna was sitting at the table with me, her hand casually resting on my thigh but she wasn't even looking at me, involved in an intense and personal conversation with Diane who was sitting on the other side of her. As fate would have it, Lise and Warren were also assigned to our table so I faced temptation when the couple took a seat across from me while playing kissy-face with each other. Weddings always bring out the romance in everybody.

We enjoyed the catered meal while making small talk and sharing family memories, the best man made his speech, the bride and groom danced the first dance to the DJ music, and everybody watched with huge smiles on their faces.

Brenna and I dance a couple of numbers, but so did Diane and Brenna (fast ones and group ones). Lise danced with Warren and a couple of other guys but I avoided the urge to sweep her into my arms and whisk her across the dance floor. I drank too much champagne which was probably not a good idea because it increased the chances of me saying or doing something stupid. With more booze consumed, the reception tempo picked up. Some of the women abandoned their shoes and the guys got rid of their suit coats and ties.

There was more drinking and more dancing and without even remembering how it happened I ended up in the middle of the dance floor with Lise in my arms, twirling her around like she was a ballerina. It was safe to perform to the fast number but then the DJ went with a slow tune and Lise and I were doing a slow dance together, my hand gently on her back, the other holding hers and I instinctively pulled her close.

"I probably should be doing this with Brenna," I whispered into her ear.

"I don't mind you doing it with me, Clint," Lise answered softly as we swayed on the dance floor.

"Is anybody watching?" I worried.

"Who cares?" Lise replied. "We're just dancing."

"I'd rather be doing something else," I admitted.

"Later," she promised with a seductive smile and suddenly the dance was disappointingly over and I returned to the table where Brenna and Diane were seated although I'm not sure if they realized I had been gone.

"Did you miss me?" I asked, half sarcastically and half seriously as I took my seat next to Brenna

"Of course, dear," Brenna responded almost automatically but I didn't sense a whole lot of sincerity in her tone.

The newlyweds stayed almost to the end of the reception before we finally forced them to leave. They had a room at the Greenville Hampton Inn before flying out in the morning for Bermuda. I hung around until the last few people were leaving, including Lise who pulled me aside.

"Change of plans, Lover," she said quietly. "I'm heading to Springdale with Warren and his sister. I really can't get out of it so we'll get together another time."

"Okay," I said with obviously disappointment, having gotten caught up in all the emotion and romance of the day.

Lise disappeared, leaving me behind with Brenna and Diane which normally wouldn't have been a big deal but now that I had a pretty good idea of the truth I felt awkward being the third wheel. They had been drinking most of the day and they were both in pretty laid back and easy going moods, teasing me with good humor.

"I don't think you should be driving," Brenna told Diane when it came time for her to leave. "You've been drinking."

"I can drive her home," I offered, trying to be a nice guy.

"You've been drinking too," Brenna frowned.

"Why don't we go over to my house and party a little then?" I suggested, surprising myself with the idea.

Brenna and Diane exchanged glances.

"Let your parents have the house alone after such a long and active day," I said to Brenna. "They're probably exhausted. My mother's gone so we can make all the noise we want at my place."

The girls agreed and we grabbed the last few bottles of champagne before heading through the yard to my house.

We drank champagne and had some munchies sitting on the living room couch as a trio talking about the great wedding and wonderful reception. I had been so preoccupied with Lise in recent weeks that I had forgotten that I was still (technically) with Brenna, at least until she told me to get lost (or admitted the truth).

The three of us were starting to get sleepy after the long day of wedding bliss and drinking fun so I suggested we go to bed. Brenna and Diane didn't argue and they followed me up the stairs. I led them into my room and gestured toward the large bed. "You guys can sleep here," I said.

The two women exchanged confused and surprised glances but Brenna recovered quickly. "Oh, yeah, girls sleep over," she said humorously.

"Sure," I said sadly. "Seems to have been a lot of those lately."

"Well, Diane's apartment is near the boutique so it makes sense to stay there instead of driving back to Hillsboro all the time," Brenna explained nervously.

Diane was taking her dress off not seeming to care if I watched.

"I miss you, Brenna," I sighed. "I miss us."

"You know, we're all drunk right now so we probably shouldn't be having this conversation," Brenna said.

"Do you two use a dildo when you're having sex together?" I blurted out, the alcohol obviously have taken over my resentful thoughts.

Brenna's mouth fell open as she never expected such a question coming from me.

"Actually, we both like eating pussy," Diane volunteered as she stood on the far side of the bed, now down her bra and panties.

"Diane!" A horrified Brenna cried.

"It's okay," I said calmly. "I won't out you, Brenna."

"Well, that's awfully straight of you," Diane said sarcastically.

"Diane," Brenna pleaded. "Don't make this worse."

"I still love you, Bren," I volunteered.

"Great," Diane moaned. "Are you really going to put your dick up against my pussy, Clint?"

"Don't be vulgar, Di," Brenna protested.

"I really do miss us, Brenna," I said.

"I know," she said. "And I still love you."

"Oh boy," Diane said, rolling her eyes. "Why don't you just invite him to spend the night with us?"

"Well, it is his room," Brenna said with a shrug.

"What, you want to watch us, Clint?" Diane accused. "Is that what this is all about?"

"Of course not," I sighed with embarrassment.

"You want to do a threesome?" Diane questioned. "That doesn't work with dykes, you know."

"Leave him alone, Di," Brenna said with sympathy. "This is hard for all of us."

I realized that my drunken foolishness had made things worse for everybody and that I had probably blown it forever with Brenna. I rubbed my hand through my hair and let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry," I said sadly.

Brenna stepped up to me and gave me a hug, rubbing my back with her hand. "I'm sorry too, Clint," she said softly. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"I know," I said, pulling her closer, her breasts rubbing through her dress against my arm causing memories of earlier happier times to flash through my mind.

My heart sagged in my chest and I felt my strength drain from my body. Was it really over between us or could we find a way to survive and exist in some sort of new normal? I reached out and touched Brenna's cheek with my hand. She closed her eyes and put her hand on mine.

"You will always be very special to me," she said softly. "I will always love you."

"Fine, he can stay," Diane said as she fell onto the bed in her bra and panties. "Just not next to me."
"This is too weird for me," I admitted, my heart skipping as I stole a look a Diane who was hugging the pillow and looking at us over her shoulder.

"You think?" Diane said sarcastically.

"This is weird for all of us," Brenna sighed. "Love is hard and it's strange and it's definitely unpredictable."

"Look, you're right, we're all drunk," I sighed. "I'll leave you two alone."

"Do you want to stay, Clint?" Brenna asked longingly.
"I'm tired," I moaned. "I need to lie down."

"Lie down with us," Brenna invited with a sweet smile.

She pulled off her dress over her head, revealing her small but firm breasts as her dress didn't require a bra. She turned and laid in the middle of the bed, facing Diane who gave her a quick smooch on the lips.

"You're a real turd," Diane told Brenna with a loving smile. "I bet you brought home stray cats when you were a kid."

"Actually, she did," I grinned as I pealed out of monkey suit and fell onto the bed in my underwear, trying to cuddle next to Brenna who was sandwiched between me and Diane.

"I'm jealous that you know all her history," Diane sighed.

I shrugged. "She was probably waiting for you by Freshman year."

"I knew I was different by eighth grade," Brenna revealed honestly. "That's why I never dated."

"You dated me," I reminded her. "Or was I always your muse?"

"No, of course not," Brenna assured me, turning her head to look at me as I rubbed against her backside and Diane cuddled her from the other side. "You kept me sane through high school. I'm sorry I was never complete for you."

If I wanted to be a bastard I could have said 'That's okay, Lise is' but there was no reason to out her sister here and now.

I wondered if I would have felt (or acted) differently if Brenna had expressed her doubts about her sexuality when we were still in high school. Would I still have dated her, so smitten by her attention and flattered by her interest that I would have tried to convince her that she would want to be heterosexual just to be with me!? Or would I have concluded after our first less than stellar sexual experience together that she was definitely not heterosexual and that we should be 'just friends'? Maybe I would have gotten together with Lise much earlier and I would have discovered meaningful sex instead of wondering if I was just a rotten lover. But, in the end, I realized that regrets were useless and whatever Brenna and I enjoyed together (as strained and unsatisfactory at it may have been) was still special in its own way. I loved Brenna for who she was not what she was.

"Well, isn't this therapeutic?" Diane said sarcastically after a pregnant pause as the three of us thought about the situation. "We should make this a reality TV show."

"Nobody would believe it," Brenna said.

"It feels like I've had part of my life taken away from me," I complained.

"You can't take away memories, Clint," Brenna told me.

"Can you change them?" I feared.

"No, they will always be frozen in time and place," Brenna assured me. "No matter how we may change now, our past never changes. Don't cheat us out of our good times together. This is just who I am now."

"You shouldn't fault her for who she is," Diane agreed pointedly, looking at me over Brenna's shoulder.

"I don't," I said with honesty. "I fault myself for not knowing."

"I should have told you," Brenna sighed. "I should have been honest."

"It's okay," I said, unable to hate her.

I was drunk enough to want to cry and I became overcome by a sense of sadness and loss. It's hard to let go of something you never had in the first place. Brenna started to quietly cry and Diane was comforting her with gentle kisses and soothing caresses. Diane was also whispering quiet affirmations to Brenna and I had to admit it was all rather sweet. I was pretty sure I should have left the room and given them their privacy but I was weirdly fascinated by their intimacy as I lay there watching them display their love for one another. Because Brenna was topless, Diane was gently rubbing her lover's breast as they quietly chatted.

The booze finally caught up to me after such an emotionally exhausting day and I either drifted off to sleep or passed out. When I awoke in the morning I was on my side cuddling against the still topless Brenna while Diane was snuggled against her from the other side, her head resting on one of Brenna's breasts with her hand jammed down the front of Brenna's panties. Brenna was asleep but Diane's eyes were open and she was peering at me across Brenna's torso.

"I know how bizarre this must be for you," she said quietly.

"I've been jealous of you," I admitted. "But you make her happy and I shouldn't stand in the way."

"She really does love both of us, you know," Diane said.

"I still want her in my life," I said.

"Without the sex?" Diane tested.

I nodded sadly. "I'll take the love."

Brenna began to stir, slowly opening her eyes, startled when she realized where she was and who was with her. She glanced back and forth between us. "What's going on?"

"Clint and I were just talking," Diane said with a smile, giving Brenna a peek on the cheek. "Oh, God, morning breath!"

Brenna covered her mouth and then both of them sprang from the bed and went into the bathroom down the hall. I realized I was a bit hung over so I just lay on the bed wondering what in the hell I was doing. When the girls returned, I excused myself to use the bathroom too, figuring those two would want their privacy to get dressed and leave the weird situation but when I got back from using the facilities the two lovers were lying on my bed, Brenna still topless, Diane still clad in her underwear.

"Aren't you guys getting dressed?" I asked with surprise.

"Why don't we hang out for a while?" Brenna suggested. "Try to figure this all out."

"Figure what out?" I asked with a frown. "I thought everything was settled."

"Please don't hate us, Clinton,' Brenna said as Diane nestled against her. "I don't want you thinking badly of me."

"I don't," I sighed, falling onto the bed still in my underwear, lying on my side with Brenna between me and Diane who was resting her head on Brenna's shoulder.

I bravely smiled and Brenna sort of blushed in response. It had to be awkward to be sharing a bed with her first boyfriend and current girlfriend.

"I know how much this bothers you," Brenna sighed.

"She means you knowing another woman is sucking her pussy," Diane spoke up.

"Di!" Brenna protested. "You don't have to be so graphic."

"No, its okay," I said. "We might as well be totally honest and open about all this."

"I think a woman is the only person who is qualified to suck another woman's vagina," Diane theorized.

"Well, I think men can be pretty good at it too," I replied.

Brenna blushed at that. "I never let you do it very much though, did I?"

"I understand why now," I said.

"Women know what women want," Diane explained. "Women know how to make women feel good."

As if to make her point, Diane started rubbing her hand inside Brenna's panties. Brenna started to protest by putting her hand on Diane's arm to move it away but Diane shook her head and made a "shhh" sound.

"Let me make you feel good, Sweets," Diane said.

Brenna had a confused look on her face as she glanced back between Diane and me. "I don't think we should do this," she said.

"You need to show Clinton that you enjoy it more with me than him," Diane said knowingly. "Otherwise, he'll always wonder."

Diane tugged Brenna's panties down to expose her beaver, its matted blond rug something I hadn't seen for a while. Diane had two of her fingers between the folds and Brenna dropped her head back, turning away from me as she began to moan. I couldn't help but look at her pussy as Diane went to work and Brenna soon let herself go as she tugged on Diane's panties, revealing her shaved pussy for me to stare at. Brenna began rubbing Diane the same way Diane was rubbing her and they were now kissing each other with passion and meaning. It was pretty clear that they were so caught up in their lovemaking that they had forgotten I was even there - or maybe they just didn't care.

I knew it was perverted and wrong to sit there gawking at them but I couldn't help myself. Nobody was talking - but I could hear both of them breathing in pants as they moaned and murmured together. Brenna was lifting her ass off the mattress and turning toward Diane, one of her hands now under Diane's bra cupping one of her breasts as they continued to kiss and masturbate each other.

I stuck my hand down my own shorts and began playing with myself as I watched as Diane lightly traced Brenna's vulva which caused Brenna to quiver and shake and moan and laugh and scream and squirm as Diane continued to work her magic. Brenna had never expressed such emotion, joy, passion, freedom, and enjoyment when we had sex together - but now - as Diane finger fucked her, played with her tits, and tongued her mouth, I could see how totally engrossed and passionate my (ex) girlfriend was with her new lover.

Diane moved down to between Brenna's legs and I could literally see Brenna's pussy twitch when Diane stuck her tongue into it. Brenna rolled onto her side and Diane worked her hand up between Brenna's legs and began playing with her ass. Brenna moved her legs so Diane could insert her finger into her ass hole and before I knew it Brenna was having an orgasm of a magnitude she never experienced with me, screaming and hollering with joy and satisfaction, her pussy juice spilling out of her as she fell on her back and stretched her legs out as if she was reaching for the moon.

When Brenna was done climaxing, she relaxed and turned her head to look at me with a mixture of joy and sadness on her face and I knew that I had lost her to Diane forever. I smiled bravely as Diane moved up Brenna's body and put her head on Brenna's breasts as she also looked at me as if to say 'I win'. I stopped playing with myself, losing the need to climax.

How could I fault Brenna for being something she had no choice being? How could I resent her for loving some one who could love her back with such passion and feeling? Diane could please Brenna in a way I could never achieve and even now as they snuggled together, still kissing and caressing each other I could see how much they cared for the other - how much they loved each other.

"I can still be your cover, Bren," I said.

Brenna rolled over and patted my chest as she kissed me on the mouth. "Thank you, Clint," she said with relief. "At least for a while until we figure this all out."

"I told my parents I was gay when I was sixteen," Diane frumped.

"You're Jewish with two liberal free thinking parents," Brenna sighed as she sat up on the bed. "It's not quite that easy for me."

"I know," Diane smiled, reaching up and kissing Brenna while brushing her hair out of her face. "I'm patient. And understanding."

Brenna smiled and kissed her back. "Yes you are, Dear Diane," she gushed. "I don't deserve you."

I got off the bed and headed for my dresser to get some clothes. "You guys should probably get going," I mumbled.

Suddenly, both of them were by my sides, still naked, giving me hugs.

"You're okay, for a straight guy," Diane told me with a smile.

"Thanks for loving me enough to let me be me, Clint," Brenna said, kissing me again. "You're too good to be true. I'm sorry I cheated on you behind your back. I'm sorry I lied."

"I just want you to be happy," I said lamely.

Letting go of somebody you love is very hard.

We dressed in silence and the girls left the house, leaving me behind with the sad acceptance that it was all over between Brenna and me, at least as would be lovers. I now knew that she was never mine to begin with and I wondered if I had wasted the last five years of my life on a dream and a fantasy that could never come true.

Lise barged into my house later that afternoon and I told her all about Brenna coming out to me (after I confronted her) and how we agreed to a truce and that I would continue being her front so she could stay in the closet. Lise nodded her head in understanding and then gave me a kiss.

"You didn't tell her about us, did you?" She worried as I kissed her back.

"Of course not," I said.

"Good," Lise purred as she took my hand and led me toward my bedroom.

"I need you to fuck me right now," I sighed.

"I know," she said knowingly and we were both naked before we even got to the bedroom.

It was another physical and animalistic session of love making with me pounding Lise deep into the mattress as I released my hurt and loss through the sexual encounter with Lise who gladly matched me stroke for stroke and stride for stride, screaming and crying, laughing and moaning, and accepting my physical need with pleasure.

I tried to put on a brave front for Brenna in the coming days but I was really a depressed mess and I moped around the Evans' house like my dog had just died. I was grieving the end of my relationship with Brenna as I had known it and also dealing with the guilt of what I was doing with Lise.

But then a strange thing happened: Brenna and I were actually getting along better than we ever had before! With the issue of (crummy) sex out of the way and Brenna's truth revealed between us, we started relying on and trusting each other more than ever. We were communicating openly and honestly and we were enjoying each other's company. It was still hard for me sometimes knowing that the woman I loved was in love with another woman but I also knew that we had a bond and a committed relationship with one another because of our past and our history.

Brenna started telling me things she never told me in the past, sharing personal stories and asking for my advice and feedback on various issues. It was as if we were still in a relationship but just without the hassle of sex hanging over us.

"Why did you seduce me that Christmas, wearing the red socking hat and nothing else?" I asked Brenna during one of our open dialogues.

"I was hoping maybe I was wrong about my preference," Brenna sighed. We were in her room after dinner, Brenna sitting on the bed, me sprawled out on the floor reading the newspaper. "You can't know how much I wanted to be hetro," Brenna said. "You were the only boy I was interested in and attracted to in any way. I figured if I seduced you I'd be able to see if there was anything there...for me."

"But there wasn't," I said sadly.

"Come on Clint, you never said it but I was a lousy lay, wasn't I?" Brenna wanted to know.

"I thought it was me," I confessed, glancing up at her on the bed with sad eyes.

"Oh no," Brenna assured me, jumping off the bed and giving me a meaningful hug. "It was me. Please believe that. I tried to enjoy it. I tried to be involved. It just didn't happen for me."

"Until Diane?"

"Diane turned on the light," Brenna admitted, sitting on the floor next to me and burying her chin in her bent knees

"When did you first start cheating on me with her?" I foolishly asked.

She sighed and looked away. "I'm sorry for betraying you, Clint."

There was no point of me being a hypocrite by saying anything when I was doing the same thing.

"It wasn't until half way through freshman year at Green College," Brenna revealed. "I didn't know why I was so attracted and drawn to Diane but I couldn't resist when she started seducing me. I was frightened and nervous but at the same time excited and when I realized that Diane knew what I had known about myself for a while I was willing to see what it was like," Brenna admitted. "I stopped fighting it. Diane taught me how to be honest with myself."

There was a lot of remorse and guilt but Brenna and I learned to accept each other as we were because our past together was important enough to cherish and hold on to. Brenna apologized frequently for 'using' me – especially when her parents made some sort of assumption about us – but I knew Brenna needed to wait until she was ready to come out.

"Maybe I'm not supposed to be a teacher at St. Anne's just like I'm not supposed to be your girlfriend," Brenna sighed one night as we lay on her bed chatting.

"Maybe," I agreed and I knew it was only a matter of time before Brenna came to terms with herself and telling everybody the truth. I felt a great sense of relief about that reality.

I wasn't truthful enough with Brenna to tell her about my affair with Lise. It might make things a little bit too weird for all three of us, at least until Brenna was honest with everybody else.

Lise had adopted the same open door policy at my house as I enjoyed with the Evans', baring into the house unannounced if she knew my mother wasn't home. That's why she was standing in my bedroom doorway late one night with her hands on her hips.

"Are you okay?" She demanded.

"I don't know," I confessed, still confused with the entire scenario of which sister I was with, which sister I was supposed to be with, and which sister I wanted to be with.

"Having a hard time letting go, huh?" Lise guessed as she started stripping out of her clothes.

"Yeah," I confessed with a sigh although I enjoyed watching Lise get naked for me once again.

"You'll figure it out," Lise predicted as she trotted bare-assed across the room and flew onto the bed as if she was diving into a pool.

"I don't like having an affair with you behind everybody's back," I protested as I gave her a kiss. "You deserve better."

"It might not look so good if you let on that you're fucking me while you're supposed to be fucking Brenna too," Lise reminded me as she kissed me back.

"You parents wouldn't want me fucking either of you," I reminded her. "You're both supposed to be waiting for marriage."

"My parents are a bit too conservative for their own good," Lise decided.

"What about Warren?" I wondered.

"We broke up," Lise announced.

"You did!?"

"It wasn't fair doing to him what Brenna did to you," Lise explained. "I don't love him. I love you."

"You love me?" I asked, wide-eyed.

"Of course, you jerk." She laughed, hitting me and kissing me at the same time.

"Thanks, Lise," I said with true appreciation, knowing she meant it.

"I know you want to prove that you're a still a man after losing your girlfriend to another woman," Lise told me. "But you've already proven it to me so you can stop worrying about it."

"I'm not using you, Lise," I insisted, taking a deep breath. "I've always cared about you and the sex is out of this world but you have to admit that this is sick and twisted, all these lies and deceptions and covers."

"I just want to be with you," Lise said as she rolled off of me, lying flat on her stomach on the bed

"But nothing is going to change until Brenna tells the truth about herself," I said, rolling on top of Lise and kissing the back of her neck and ears.

"I can wait," Lise replied with a happy sigh. "I kind of like doing it in secret!"

"One day at a time?" I guessed as I moved my mouth about her neck.

"Yep."

She moved her hips to indicate she wanted me to start pleasing her down there too so I positioned myself so my dick was rubbing against her pussy from behind.

"Did you ever think you'd end up with the other sister?" Lise whispered.

"I'm glad I did," I smiled as we began to make love again.