Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2016 18:04:57 -0600
From: Josh McCoy <yoshmccoy@gmail.com>
Subject: Annette Part 5

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ANNETTE - SOPHIE'S STORY

I met Annette through a mutual friend, Amanda.  Annette, Amanda and I lived
together, and after some time welcomed Sophie into our group as Amanda's
girlfriend.  Annette and I married, and when Sophie wanted children, we had
as much fun as we could to help her.  When she got pregnant, that made
Amanda want one too.  They each had a beautiful girl, one fathered by
Annette and one by me, born months apart.  Less than three years later
Amanda and Sophie were taken from us in a terrible accident, but they had
left us with their two girls.

***********************

The story of how I met Annette can be read about in "Annette."  I wrote a
bit about our relationship with Amanda in "Annette - Fun with Amanda."
Amanda introduced us to Sophie in "Amanda Brings Home a Friend."  "Sophie's
Story" covers the brief time we had with her.

***********************

Annette and I were at a park with the girls, Shannon and Shelley, helping
them learn to ride their bikes without the training wheels on.  They were
six years old, and school was out for the summer.  Shannon was almost three
months older than Shelley, but was smaller, while Shelley was taking on the
larger than life characteristics of her mother, Amanda.  They were happy
girls, but Shelley was boisterous where Shannon was more reserved, dark
haired where Shannon had Annette's fine blond hair.  They were both quick,
intelligent and ever curious.  We always tried to help them find answers to
their questions, of which there were many, by showing them where to find
them rather than simply telling them.  They were avid readers, already
ahead of their age group in ability there.

Shelley had been named for one of Amanda's favorite poets, and Annette or I
would read portions of his works to them at night instead of bedtime
stories.  This was at Shelley's request, not because we were trying to
expose them to poetry at their age.  They were alive and vibrant, reminding
us that even with death so close, life goes on.

The girls had slowly pulled Annette and I out of the depression we had sunk
into after the unexpected deaths of Amanda and Sophie, but we were ever
conscious of the hole they had left.  We were better, but not yet fully
recovered.  Amanda had been such a big part of our lives for so many years
- you don't get over something like that quickly, and our bed still felt
empty where they had lain for so many nights.  I have a much greater
appreciation for the pain people feel when losing a loved one than I did
before, and I don't watch the news at all now, because it's full of stories
and pictures of other people's suffering.

Our sessions in front of the monitor looking at pictures Amanda had taken
were fewer and farther between, and they no longer led to tears after the
laughter.  Not as often, anyway, and the tears were more gentle now, most
of the pain having been flushed out of us over the course of the many
nights of sadness.  Annette and I were loathe to be apart for long, and
every evening when I arrived home after work to hug and hold her, I felt
like I had cheated death again.  We made love often, slow and languorous,
enjoying each other.

The girls' grandparents got to see them a lot, we wanted them to know who
their families were, but Amanda's parents lived so far away that it was
rare for them to get some face time.  We made sure they sent letters, and
we always included some pictures so they could share along with us as the
girls got older.  Sophie's sister lived only a couple of hours away, and
she came by to visit every now and then.  She was the spitting image of
Sophie, and at first it would hurt to see her, my brain first exclaiming,
"Sophie!" but then knowing that she wasn't.

Shannon yelled, "Dad!  Look!"  I looked up to see her wobbling along on her
bike, unassisted, a broad smile on her face, right on the verge of
crashing.  Annette was clapping and cheering for her while she trotted
along behind and Shannon slowly started gaining speed as she became more
confident.  I could see that steering was going to be the next issue, as
Shannon was heading for the monkey bars, but Annette noticed too and
grabbed the bike seat, stopping Shannon and holding her balanced.

Shelley and I cheered for her, and she grinned proudly at us.  Annette gave
her a little hug and turned the bike around, pointing it at open space for
another run.  Shelley brought me back to my job, saying, "OK, Dad.  I'm
next.  Let's go!"  We started rolling, me holding the seat while Shelley
pedaled with a look of concentration on her face.  She had been close to
soloing, and it was no surprise when she took off, me trotting behind with
my hands ready to catch her if she should lose control.

Shannon cheered, "Yay, Shell!" as Shell rolled along unsteadily, and
Annette shouted encouragement at her.  Things were progressing nicely, and
I knew it would not be long before the four of us would be biking around in
a disorganized pack.

We broke for lunch, the girls smiling and happy with their progress,
Annette and I exchanging amused glances and touching each other while
listening to them compare notes.  When lunch was finished the girls ran for
the playground, and Annette and I followed over, holding hands and
strolling.  Annette said softly, "Amanda and Sophie would have been so
happy to be doing this with us."  That was an oft-repeated phrase between
us, but neither of us minded.  I nodded agreement, saying quietly, "Yep."
I imagined the same scene with them in it, and got a little smile.  Perhaps
I romanticized a bit how they had been, but I don't think so.  I glanced at
Annette as we walked and saw that she was smiling too.

Yes, time does heal all pain, at least outwardly.

We sat on a bench and watched the girls laugh and squeal as they played
together, my arm around Annette , caressing her shoulder lightly, her hand
on my thigh, squeezing gently on occasion.  Finally the girls came and
plopped down on the bench with us, one on either side, and they hugged us
to them.  We are a touching family, giving hugs freely since we have so
many of them to share, the girls having been raised that way with Annette
and I acting as an example.  We held each other whenever we had a spare
moment, and touched whenever we were within arm's reach.

We treat the girls the same, so they're always getting lots of affection
from us, and they're not shy about giving it.  They hold hands when they're
walking together, acting almost like twins in their behavior, their minds
synched more than your average sibling.

One evening some time later I asked Annette if she would mind if I left her
with the girls to go visit Ken.  He was the bartender at the nightclub
where we had met, and he always treated Annette and I special.  We hadn't
talked to him since the funerals, and that was way too long ago.  She
hugged me and said, "I thought of that some time ago, but I didn't want to
go back just yet.  You go.  Tell me how he's doing when you get back."  I
drove down to Sliders, parked the car and went in.  It was early, there
wasn't much of a crowd, and we spotted each other right away.

He pointed toward the drink well and I shook my head as I walked to the
bar.  I sat down on a barstool and said, "Just a Pepsi, please."  He pulled
a fountain Pepsi and placed it on the bar in front of me, then leaned on
the bar with both hands, looking at me.  We looked at each other for a
moment, then he asked quietly, "How are you and Annette doing?"  I nodded
and replied, "Better.  That's a big hole, though."  Tears came unbidden to
my eyes.  Ken teared up a bit too.  We looked at each other for a bit and
then he shook his head and said, "Amanda," snorted a bit of a laugh and
smiled kind of sadly.

I laughed, once, and nodded.  "She was one of a kind."

He asked, "How are the girls?"

I pulled out my phone, pulled up a folder and opened it, handing it over to
him.  It had a bunch of pictures of the girls as they were growing up, the
last ones taken at the park.  He flipped through them, smiling
occasionally, then said, "She looks like Annette."

I knew he was talking about Shannon and said, "That's what we think.
That's Sophie's girl, the other one is Amanda's."

He gave me a little sly look and said, "She looks like you."

I laughed and agreed, "Yeah, but she acts like Amanda.  The world better
watch out in about 20 years."  He laughed and handed the phone back, and I
returned it to my pocket.

I looked at him and said, "I've never thanked you for attending the
funerals.  That meant a lot to Annette and I.  We're sorry we haven't been
by to say thanks."

He waved his hand at me, shaking his head.  "I really liked Amanda, and I
liked seeing you all together.  I wish I had got to know Sophie better.
You've had things to do since then, don't worry about it.  I think about
you two a lot, wondering how you've been.  Good to see you're doing OK."

I nodded, then said, "I'm going to sit down for a bit."  He waved his hand
and went down to serve a new arrival.

I went to our booth and looked at it, and an image of Amanda, Sophie,
Annette and I popped into my head.  We were laughing about something and I
could see the fondness in the looks we exchanged with each other.

I sat down with my back to the wall, legs stretched out on the seat, and
reminisced for a few minutes - imagining Annette sitting next to me with
her quiet little smile, Amanda across from me with her bold, free-wheeling
attitude, Sophie with her gentle laugh and beautiful smile.

I was smiling, remembering, and thought that it was time Annette and I
spent another night here.  I thought she might see the same things I did,
and that it might help us heal some.  I drained my drink and got up.  I
walked to the bar and Ken came down to meet me.  I held my hand out and he
took it, holding it firmly.  I looked at him and said, "I'll be back."

He smiled and nodded.  "Be seeing you.  Give my regards to Annette."  I
nodded and turned to go.

When I got home, Annette and the girls greeted me.  I held Annette tightly
for a moment, we kissed a bit and then I had to greet the girls.  They
always stood so patiently for me to finish with Mom.  I knelt down on one
knee and they came into my arms.  I picked them up, one in each arm and
stood up.  They cradled my head in their little hands and took turns
kissing my cheeks, smiling at each other while they loved on me.  I put
them down and they ran back to what they had been doing.

I took Annette's hand, walking with her to the couch and sat down to
snuggle with her.  We kissed and touched for a few minutes and she asked,
"How's Ken doing?"

"He's doing fine.  He looks good, maybe a few more pounds, but still the
same old Ken."  She smiled as she ran her fingers up and down my forearm.
"I sat in our booth for a bit," I told her.  She looked at me and I went
on, "I kept seeing us all sitting there, laughing and carrying on.  That
old booth has a lot of memories."

She leaned up and kissed me softly, saying "It sure does."

I looked at her and asked, "Are you up for going out for a night?  Just a
short one.  Maybe your folks would watch the girls for a few hours."

She looked at me for a bit and then nodded.  "I think that would be OK.
I'll see when Mom and Dad can watch the girls."

I squeezed her to me for a bit, then said, "I'm going to go play with the
girls.  If you hear me screaming, come save me."  She smiled and we kissed
for a while, then I got up to go face the wild horde.

Shell was like her mother in that she was usually giving direction to
Shannon, and when I arrived, I became another of her subjects for their
games.  I played with them often this way, and noticed what Sophie had said
about Amanda and Annette, that the lead was taken by Annette and Amanda
expanded on it.  I saw the same thing with the girls, and smiled in
remembrance thinking of how perceptive Sophie had been.

The following Friday Annette and I dropped the girls by her folks' place,
visiting with them a bit before heading off to Sliders.  We were dressed
casual tonight, and Ken spotted us right away when we came in.  He smiled
broadly and hooked a thumb toward the well, raising his eyebrows.  I smiled
back and nodded, then took Annette to our booth and seated her.

I went back to the bar to pick up our drinks and Ken waved his hand as I
reached for my wallet.  He said, "I'd join you for one but it's against the
rules.  I'm buying this one, not the bar.  You two just enjoy it.  It's
good to see you two again, Dave."

"Thanks, Ken," I replied.  He held his hand out and we shook firmly, then I
took the drinks back to our booth.  I explained to Annette that Ken had
bought this one, and she looked over at him.  He was watching us, and they
smiled at each other and exchanged waves.

Annette and I looked at each other then touched our drinks together and
took a sip, returning our drinks to the table.  We looked at each other for
a moment, then I put my arm around her and pulled her to me.  We sat there
for a while, quiet and thinking, then Annette softly said, "You know, we
never came here by ourselves before.  We were either with Amanda, or Amanda
and Sophie."

I thought about it for a while and realized she was right.  Of course, we
were almost joined at the hip with Amanda; she was such a part of our
lives.  Sophie had seen that too, and was afraid that she would create a
problem.  That had not happened, and in fact Sophie had become as much a
part of us as Amanda.

"I hadn't thought about it, baby, but you're right.  Wow, all those times
we came here and we never came without them."

We sat there remembering different times we had, sometimes sharing and
laughing, mostly just sitting and thinking, but it was good.  We didn't
have any pictures of the four of us at Sliders, since that was one time
Amanda could be counted on not to bring her camera.  Amanda and her camera
- I shook my head.

We only had the one drink, moving to soft drinks after that, but we sat
through several of those as the place got busier and filled up.  As we were
sitting there, a good looking brunette in her young 30s walked up to our
table.  We looked up at her and she looked at Annette and asked, "Are you
Annette?"  Annette nodded to her with a smile.  The brunette said, "I
thought that must be you.  There can't be many like you."

I could have told her that I had the only one, but that would have been
presumptuous.  I smiled now too, and she smiled back at us.  She said, "I'm
Jan, an old friend of Amanda's.  She told me so much about you that when I
saw you, I just knew it must be you.  She described you perfectly."
Annette brightened up when she heard that, and said, "Oh!  Won't you join
us?"  Jan looked at me and said, "If I won't be disturbing you, sure."

I smiled and waved to the seat and said, "No, you're not disturbing us.  We
were just remembering Amanda.  Go ahead and sit down."  She smiled and slid
into the booth, putting her drink on the table in front of her.  Annette
leaned forward and asked, "Where did you know Amanda from?"

Jan replied, "Oh, we first met each other, wow, it must have been almost
ten years ago now.  She told me about a cute little blonde trans girl that
she worked with, and like I said, she described you perfectly.  She really
raved about you."  Annette and I looked at each other, and I realized it
must have been before we were introduced.

Jan saw the look, but didn't know what it meant.  Annette explained, "That
must have been just before she introduced me to David.  Jan, this is David,
my husband.  We were very close to Amanda until she died."

Jan looked at me and her eyes grew wide.  "Oh, you're Dave!  She talked
about you all the time.  I'm so glad to meet you both."  She looked down at
her drink, turning it in little circles on the table.  "I was out of state
when she died, and missed the funeral.  I heard about it when I got back.
I was crushed.  She was such a . . . she was so alive."  I saw a tear roll
down her cheek and roll off her chin.

Annette saw it too, and reached across to touch her wrist.  Jan looked up
at her and I saw both of her eyes were brimming with tears, and I felt like
crying myself.  I put my hand on her other wrist and she looked over at me.
She could see the understanding in our eyes, and her face started to kind
of scrinch up and I knew she was about to break down.  I quickly got up and
scooted in next to her, hugging her, and she grasped me tightly and started
sobbing into my shirt.

I looked over at Annette, and saw a look of deep compassion in her eyes,
which were full of tears too.  Here was another victim of Amanda's
senseless death.  Jan straightened and tried to regain control, saying,
"I'm sorry.  I feel so guilty that I wasn't here.  It wouldn't have
mattered of course, but I feel like I had abandoned her, and I could have
at least been here for her funeral."  I coaxed her to her feet and got her
into our seat to sit next to Annette.  We hugged her between us, consoling
her and trying to convince her that she had no reason to feel guilty.

Annette said in her soft voice, "Jan, let me tell you a little about
Amanda."  She described how Amanda had introduced us, our life together
with her, how we had bought a house, met Sophie, had children, stories
about Amanda that highlighted her character, and before long had Jan
laughing with her.  Annette finished, "Jan, she was so happy, happier than
she had ever been, and she was a wonderful mother.  Her life was so full,
even by Amanda's standards.  There's no reason for you to beat yourself
up."

Jan hugged Annette tightly and said in a small voice, "Thank you."  She sat
back up and went on, "I always wondered where she had got to.  Now I know
why she stopped going to all those parties we used to see each other at.
I've never forgotten her, and always felt like I should have stayed in
touch, but never knew how to reach her."

Annette looked at me with her little smile, then asked Jan softly, "Would
you like to see her daughter?"

Jan sat up straighter and asked, "Could I?  Would it be alright?"  Annette
replied, "Of course it's alright.  You can meet her tonight.  We're going
to pick them up when we leave here and you can meet us at our place.  Will
that work?"

Jan said, "Oh, yes!  That would be wonderful, thank you."  She sat back and
kind of looked at herself, then said, "Oof, I have to go fix my makeup
before I go back to my friends.  They'll want to know what happened."

I said, "Just tell her you left it all over some good-looking guy's shirt.
It's not far from the truth, just the good looking part."  Jan laughed at
me, and said, "That's not true, but I might use that anyway.  I'm right
over there, come get me when you're ready to leave."  We assured her we
would and she got up to go to the ladies room.

When she was gone, Annette and I snuggled in next to each other, and she
said, "I recognized her, but her hair is different.  I saw her picture a
few times on Amanda's computer.  I never knew who they all were, but she
was in a number of them. Of course, Amanda isn't in any of them, but that's
normal."

I laughed and said, "I must not have seen those."  Annette replied, "One of
the older folders has a bunch of pictures from before, they're mostly
pictures of people at parties."

We sat and chatted for another half hour or so, then got up to leave.  I
took our empty glasses to Ken and Annette went to let Jan know we were
leaving.  Ken nodded over to where Annette was talking to Jan and asked, "I
couldn't help but see what was going on there.  Is she OK?"

I nodded, saying, "She'll be fine, just another one hurt by Amanda's
death."

Ken shook his head.  "Lots of folks here were affected by that.  She was
well liked.  It was a pretty quiet night here . . . that night."

I agreed with Ken that she was well liked, and we said so long.  I stopped
by to pick up Annette, and Jan introduced me to her friends, two of whom
were also acquaintances of Amanda.  We told a few stories back and forth,
laughing, then the three of us left.

Outside, we gave Jan our address, gave directions on how to get there and
told her we'd meet her there in 45 minutes or so, then we headed out to get
the girls.

We picked up the girls, and when we were well underway, I asked, "Do you
guys want to meet a friend of Shell's mom?"  They both got excited and
said, "Yes!"  The questions came fast and furious after that: "When do we
get to see her?  Where are we going to see her?  What does she look like?"
Annette looked at me, amused, and I laughed.  "Pretty soon, girls.  She's
going to meet us at home.  She's pretty.  Does that about cover it?"  The
girls cheered and chattered the rest of the way home.

When we pulled into the drive, Jan was waiting in her car.  She got out and
met us as we unloaded the girls.  Shell ran up to her and asked, "Did you
know my mom?"  Jan laughed at her and said, "Yes, I knew your mom."  Shell
hugged her waist, and Jan smiled at us as we walked up.

I said, "Shell, you have to let go or she can't come in to visit with you."
Shell let go of Jan's leg and took her hand, leading her toward the house
while she peppered her with questions.  We opened the door and everybody
trooped in.  I told the girls they could visit with Jan after getting ready
for bed, and they scooted into their room to change.

We sat Jan down on the loveseat and I offered her a drink.  She asked for
water, and I went to get it.  The girls came running out of their room and
flew up to land one on either side of Jan.  Jan laughed and hugged them to
her, and the girls began throwing questions at her.  Annette and I watched
as Jan patiently answered all of their questions, telling Shell what her
mother was like.  She had them tucked in, one under each arm, and regaled
them with stories of Amanda, the girls listening to her raptly until I
started to notice some sleepy eyes.

I quietly said, "OK, girls.  It's bedtime now.  Maybe Jan can come back to
visit us again, and you can listen to her then."  Jan looked at Annette and
I and said, "I'd love to come back.  Amanda talked about you two so much,
but not as a couple.  I almost feel like I've known you for years."

Annette said in her gentle voice, "You can come visit any time, Jan.  I'll
get you our number before you leave.  Call anytime, and you come visit if
you can."

The girls each gave Jan a hug and kiss, then Annette and I.  I got up to
tuck them in while Annette and Jan visited.  I tucked the girls in and gave
them each another kiss on the forehead, and as I was closing the door Shell
said, "She's nice, Dad."  I turned to look at her and agreed.  "She is,
isn't she.  Good night, Punkin."

I joined Annette on the couch, putting my arm around her while we visited
with Jan.  It was good to hear about Amanda in the years before she became
one of us, and it was clear that she hadn't changed one whit.  Everything
Jan told us about her sounded just like she always was with us.

Annette invited Jan to look at pictures of some of the things we did
together, apologizing that there weren't many of Amanda.  Jan said she
understood, because Amanda never did like giving up the camera, and she was
the one that always seemed to have one.  We went into the office and pulled
up Amanda's picture albums, going through pictures and telling the stories
that went with them.  Again, a lot of the pictures were fairly erotic, but
Jan didn't seem the least bothered.  I kind of got the feeling that she had
been intimate with Amanda, but that was private and I didn't want to ask.

She looked closely at a picture of Sophie, then said, "I think I remember
her, but I can't remember from where."  Annette mentioned that Sophie and
Amanda had met at a party, and it might have been there.  As we progressed
through the photo albums, Jan commented on how many were of Annette and me.
Annette laughed and told her of Amanda's comment about following us around
and making a picture album of us.  Jan laughed and shook her head, saying,
"That's exactly the sort of thing she would have said."  She looked at us
and added, "And the pictures are very sexy."

When we finished, Jan said, "Thank you.  I can see how happy she was with
you.  I'm so glad I got to meet you."  She looked back at the monitor with
Amanda's favorite screen saver on it: the picture of Annette and me kissing
in front of the lake.  Her eyes studied it for a bit, then she looked back
at us and said simply, "I'm glad she had you."

She looked at her watch and said, "I'd better be going."  She stood up and
we stood up with her, then she paused, asking, "It's really OK if I come
back?"  Annette stepped up to her and held her forearms, saying in her soft
voice, with her little smile, "You come see us anytime."  Their eyes met
and held for a moment, then Annette slowly leaned forward, her lips
parting.  Jan's eyes got a little wider, but she tipped to meet her, and
their lips met in a soft kiss.

Annette broke the kiss, leaving Jan standing there momentarily with her
lips parted, eyes closed.  Jan's eyes opened and looked at Annette, then at
me.  I smiled gently at her then stepped up and gave her a kiss too.  "Come
see us anytime," I reiterated.  She smiled at the two of us and said, "OK,
I will."

We saw her to her car and Annette gave her another little kiss, then we
stood with our arms around each other as she backed out and left, giving us
a wave as she drove off.  Annette and I went back into the house and ended
up on the couch, snuggling.

After a bit Annette said, "I like her.  She was so good with the girls,
too; she never acted like she didn't want them around her."  I agreed, and
added, "I wonder how many others are out there hurting since that day."
Annette squeezed me tightly, then asked, "Do you think she'll want to come
back?"  I smiled at her and said, "If you gave me a kiss and invited me
back, I'd never want to leave."

She laughed and smiled at me and I bent down to kiss her.  It started as
just a kiss, then my hand came up to cup a breast.  I squeezed lightly,
then played the ball of my thumb across her hard nipple.  She moved back
and started to take her shirt off.  I helped her, then unhooked her bra,
and when my hand went to her breast after that it was skin on skin, my
favorite sort of contact.

I leaned her back on the couch, then kissed down her neck to suckle her
firm little tits.  I moved back and forth from one to the other, kissing
and running my tongue across her nipples.  She ran her fingers through my
hair, then suddenly clutched me to her, freezing me in place.  I heard her
hum the opening line of "When Irish Eyes are Smiling" and knew that Shannon
was standing there.  I laughed silently, and felt her do the same, then
lifted my head a little bit and asked, "Shannon, why are you up?"

Shannon's little voice asked, "How did you know I was up?"  Annette was
laughing harder beneath me, trying not to burst out, and I replied, "I have
eyes in the back of my head.  Now tell me, why are you up?"

She answered, "I was thirsty."  She paused for a short two count then
asked, "What are you doing?"  Annette couldn't take it anymore, and started
laughing, causing me to lose it and begin laughing along.  I reached out
for her shirt and slipped it between my head and her chest, letting her
cover things up properly, then sat up and looked at Shannon.  She was
standing there looking at us somberly, and I got up to take her hand.

"Come on," I said, taking her little hand, "Let's get you a drink."  We
started walking to the kitchen and I went on, "We were doing things that
mommies and daddies do."

"Oh," she replied, as if that answered the question.  I got her a drink and
tucked her back in, checking on Shell to find her fast asleep.  I quietly
told Shannon, "You need to do like your sister.  When it's time to sleep,
you should sleep."

"OK, Dad," she replied, and closed her eyes.  I kissed her forehead and
left the room.

Annette had her shirt on when I came out, but took my hand and led me back
to the bedroom, turning the lights out as we entered, carefully closing the
door behind us.  I laughed at her as I was shedding my clothes, saying, "I
guess our days of spontaneously making out on the couch have come to an
end."  Annette smiled at me and said, "It's OK.  We have the bed."

We made good use of it that night, loving each other until the wee hours.
We started when I laid her on the bed, then kissed my way down her body
until I reached her little cock, taking it into my mouth and sucking her to
orgasm, enjoying the feel of her tasty spunk filling my mouth.  I lifted
her legs and lubed her cute little rear, then lay on top of her and entered
her, slowly filling her with my hard cock until I was buried inside of her
steamy bottom.

We loved like that, kissing and fondling, until I thrust firmly into her,
filling her bowels with my hot semen.  We lay together for a while, feeling
me soften within her, and when I finally slipped out, I lifted her legs
again and licked her clean.  When I lay down next to her, she sat up and
took me into her mouth, cleaning and sucking on me, then laying on top of
me to kiss me, little soft kisses across my lips, nose and eyes, filling me
with tingly feelings as she showed me her love.

When I got hard again, she sat on top of me, riding me until I came inside
of her once more.  Later I kissed her from one end of her body to the
other, licking and sucking on her toes and working my way up to her
earlobe, not missing a single square inch in between.

We finally went to sleep, Annette firmly spooned in front of me, my arm
wrapped protectively around her.  It must have been all the reminders of
Amanda that night, because I dreamed that she was in bed with us, her
infectious laugh causing Annette and I to laugh with her, loving us in her
exuberant way, her feelings for us shining out of her eyes as she went from
one of us to the other.  I woke up the next morning feeling so happy and
free, remembering, before the wisps of the dream scattered and I opened my
eyes.  The dream was gone, but I still felt the same, and I hugged Annette
tightly to me, so thankful that I had an opportunity to get to know Amanda.

I looked over my shoulder at the clock, and realized I had better be
getting up or the girls would try to make their own breakfast.  I lifted my
arm and Annette asked softly, "What time is it?"  I put my arm back around
her and kissed her on the neck, saying, "It's time to make breakfast or the
terrible chefs will take over our kitchen."  Annette held my arm in place
for a moment, then rolled onto her back to get a kiss.

I went from her lips to her lovely boobs, unable to stop myself and
unwilling to try.  However, the alarm bells of the prospective condition of
the kitchen finally got me to my feet.  It took some pretty serious
consequences to get me out of bed with Annette, but a day of cleaning the
house up after the girls tried making breakfast was one of them.

I took a quick shower and threw on a pair of baggy shorts and t-shirt, then
exited the bedroom, closing the door behind me.  I was relieved to see that
the girls were in their room, playing.  There were various toys out on the
living room floor, but the kitchen was unscathed.  I began gathering the
ingredients for a scrambled egg breakfast, and when the girls heard the
noises coming from the kitchen, they came running out yelling, "Dad!  Dad!"
They crashed into me, hugging my waist, but I had braced myself for impact
and let go of anything breakable.  I knelt down on one knee and gave each a
good morning kiss on the cheek, then said, "Scrambled eggs for breakfast
today."

Shannon started bouncing up and down, saying "Scram-ble eggs.  Scram-ble
eggs."  Shell was quick to join in, and soon I had two little munchkins
pogo-ing around the kitchen chanting, "Scram-ble eggs.  Scram-ble eggs."  I
asked them to move their pogo sticks out of the kitchen and went back to
work as they bounced out.

We were sitting around eating when Annette came out, looking fresh and
clean, a brilliant smile on her face as she looked at us.  Two forks hit
the plates when the girls saw her, but I quickly stopped them before they
could get out of their seats.  "You're eating, wait for Mom to come to you.
You can wait that long."  They meekly settled back down, their eyes
following Annette as she came to greet each of them with a kiss and a hug.

Annette stepped over to give me a kiss, her eyes rolling to look at Shannon
as our lips met.  Shannon was watching with wide eyes so Annette kept it
brief.  Our eyes laughed at each other before she stepped over to serve
herself some scramble eggs and grab a couple of pieces of toast.  She
served herself and sat next to me at the table, her hand coming down to rub
lightly on my thigh.  I looked over at her and saw her eyes twinkling.  It
would have to make up for the abbreviated kiss I had received.

After breakfast was cleaned up, we got the girls dressed and ready for the
day.  We were going to ride a local bike path today, the girls' first long
ride as solo pilots.  We piled the bikes onto the bike carrier, loaded
everybody in and drove to the 'trailhead,' the parking lot where one end of
the bike path began.  We got everybody outfitted in helmets and gloves and
rolled out, the girls proudly taking the lead.  Annette and I talked and
laughed as we followed, calling out directions as we encountered
pedestrians and other bikers.  The girls had been schooled on proper
etiquette and listened well.  We made it past all obstacles in fine order.

As we approached a picnic area I called out to the girls to circle the
wagons.  They led us into the area, stopping without crashing into anything
and we had lunch out of the pannier on my bike.  I made a production of
looking around and declaring, "No pond.  You're safe . . . for the moment."
Annette laughed and shook her head, and the girls laughed because Mom was.
Annette and I exchanged a glance, and I knew she too was remembering the
rides to Old Mill Pond with Amanda and Sophie.

After lunch was done, we rode back to the trailhead and loaded up for the
trip home.  The girls fell asleep, having used their energy reserves on the
ride, and we had a time getting them up when we got home.  Annette tucked
them in while I put the bikes away, then brought the pannier in to unload.

Annette came out of the girls' room, closing their door behind her, and
walked up to me, swinging her hips and looking at me in a sultry manner.  I
watched over my shoulder as she approached, an expectant smile on my face,
and when she reached me she pushed her breasts into my back, her hands
running up my stomach to my chest and whispered over my shoulder in her
sexiest voice, "I think the couch is safe now."

I pushed back against her as her hands ran over my body, arousing me,
causing my heart to beat rapidly, and I turned to hug her.  Our lips met,
my hands reaching down to grab her little butt and pull her into me, her
hands running over my back as she pressed her firm breasts into my chest.
I was breathing hard now, and broke the kiss to ask, "How about a shower,
babe?"

She looked at me with lidded eyes and in her soft, sexy voice replied,
"Just what I was thinking."  It was a nice thought, but neither of us
wanted to let go, so we continued to kiss and rub on each other.  Finally
she stepped back, grabbing my hand and leading me quickly through the house
to our bedroom, where we swiftly disrobed.  I adjusted the shower
temperature while she reached between my legs to fondle my balls.  When I
had a proper temperature, we stepped in, closing the door behind us, and
stood together under the spray kissing and touching, deliberately working
ourselves up.

I was fingering her butthole with one hand and a perky breast with the
other, and she reached down to stroke me while we kissed.  She reached out
for the lube, turning away from the spray and quickly readying herself,
then rinsed her hands and leaned against the wall, cocking her cute little
fanny in my direction.  I held my cock against her little puckered anus,
then slowly began working it in.

Annette rocked back against me, and we soon had a powerful rhythm going,
our wet bodies crashing against each other.  I reached around and caressed
her hard cock, then began stroking it rapidly in a counterpoint to our
movements.  She was moaning, breathing hard and pushing against me as I
rammed into her.  We didn't often do it this . . . aggressively, but when
we did there was nothing else we wanted to do.  We fed off of each other,
feeling the other's need, and what one wanted the other gave.

I heard her groan and shudder, and felt the heat of her semen on my hand,
and her tightly gripping sphincter drew my own orgasm out.  I came in a
sudden surge, thrusting deeply into her, and she pushed back to take more
of me as my hot spunk dumped into her cute butt.  I pushed and jerked
inside of her, slowing down, finally just holding myself against her as she
leaned against the wall with her head down, both of us breathing heavily as
our hearts began to return to a more normal rate.

I finally reached out to take her breasts in my hands, pulling her up and
into me.  She rested the back of her head against my shoulder as I gently
squeezed and massaged her breasts, pinching the nipples between thumb and
forefinger, she running her hands sensuously over my hips.  I bent down and
gave her a little nip on the neck, and she tipped her head sideways to
encourage me.  I nibbled and licked her as the shower spray washed over us.

We finished our shower and dried off, engaging in a little more light
petting as we dressed, then drifted back out to the living room.  Annette
put on some light rock and grabbed a book.  We sat together on the couch
and read, enjoying each other's company in quiet harmony.

The next day was cleaning day.  I typically worked outside, mowing the
yard, trimming shrubs and hedges, doing all the little things needed around
the outside of a home.  Annette and the girls usually worked inside, but
sometimes I asked one of them to assist me.  They were always willing to do
whatever we asked them, as long as they were doing it with us.  We could
work their little tails off and they'd never complain if we were there to
talk to.

It was Shannon's turn to work with me outside, and we were picking up
little branches that I had trimmed when Annette came to the door.  "Honey!"
she called.  Shannon and I both looked up at her, and Annette laughed and
qualified it, "Big honey!"  Shannon looked at me and said seriously, "She
means you, Dad."  I laughed and rubbed her head, asking, "How about we both
go see what she wants?" Shannon thought that a capital idea, and dropped
the little handful of branches she had, grabbing my hand and walking with
me to the deck.  Annette smiled at us as she watched us walking toward her,
and as I stepped up onto the deck she said, "Jan called.  She wonders if
we're up for a visit."

I raised my eyebrows.  "Already?" I asked, surprised.  Annette smiled and
said, "Yes, she said she's been thinking about Amanda ever since our visit,
and wanted to come see the girls again and talk about her."  I shrugged and
said, "It's fine with me.  She can come over any time, I was just surprised
that she wanted to come over so soon."  Annette smiled and said, "I'll call
her back.  Do you feel like barbecuing something later?"  I nodded.  "Sure,
we can do that.  I have my primary chief deputy assistant here to help."  I
rubbed he palm of my hand lightly over Shannon's head, and she grinned up
at me.  "What time was she coming over?"

Annette called back over her shoulder, "I think she wanted to come over
pretty soon."

I looked down and asked Shannon, "Would you like to visit with Jan again?"
Shannon said, "Yeah, I'd like that!"  I nodded and said, "OK.  We'd better
clean up then so she doesn't think we're some sort of wild piggies."

Shannon giggled and said matter-of-factly, "Dad.  She just saw us a couple
of days ago.  She'd know these are just piggie disguises."  I laughed and
said, "Right you are!  Let's get cleaned up anyway."  Shannon nodded
agreement and we went in to wash and change.  Annette and I prepared some
burgers and put them into the refrigerator.

Jan showed up and we welcomed her in.  She was wearing shorts and a
short-sleeved blouse, and I thought again how attractive she was.  The
girls greeted her with big smiles, saying, "Jan!"  She smiled at them and
got down on one knee, hugging them both to her.  They gave her little
kisses, the same as I get when I come home, and when she stood up and
smiled at us I could see her eyes were bright with unshed tears.  I walked
over to her and gave her a hug, saying quietly, "They have that effect on
us, too."  Jan hugged me back and said, "I just think of Amanda now when I
see them."  Annette came to hug her from the other side and said softly, "
We do too.  Every day.  That's not a bad thing, Jan."

Surprising me, but apparently not Annette, Jan turned and gave Annette a
long, gentle kiss, and Annette returned it.  Jan moved her head back and
said, "You're right.  It's not a bad thing."  Annette gave Jan her little
smile, and gently ran her hand down Jan's arm before letting it fall to her
side.  I looked over and the girls were standing side by side, holding
hands, watching with serious faces as Jan and Annette faced each other.  I
didn't want to break the connection that Jan and Annette had right now, so
I kept silent.

Annette asked Jan, "Can I get you something to drink?  The girls are
anxious to hear more stories, and David is going to barbecue later.  You're
welcome to stay as long as you want."

Jan smiled and replied, "Thanks, a glass of water would go good right now."
Jan sat down on the loveseat and Annette went to get a glass of water for
her.  The girls sat down on either side and hugged her.  Jan smiled at them
and put her arms around them.  Annette returned with the water and Jan
asked her to just put it on the coffee table for now.

We chatted for a bit, the girls asking questions and Jan answering them.
She had a good sense of humor, and kept the girls giggling.

I noticed the time and announced that I was going to get the barbecue
warmed up.  Annette got up with me and said to Jan, "Let's move this out
onto the deck.  We can visit with David while he cooks.  Did you bring your
bathing suit?"  My ears perked up.  Bathing suits?

Jan said, "Yes, it's in the car.  I'll go get it."  She went out the front
door and I paused in the doorway to the deck, looking at Annette and
asking, "Bathing suits?"  Annette looked at me with a mischievous smile and
said, "Just something to wear while we sit outside."  I nodded approvingly
and said, "Bathing suits.  Good idea."  I heard her chuckle behind me, and
smiled as I walked to the barbecue.

When it was almost time to start cooking, a whole swarm of women came out
onto the deck.  Shannon and Shelley had their swimsuits on and Annette and
Jan were each wearing loose shorts with bikini tops.  Jan had marvelous
firm breasts, slightly larger than Annette's, and a trim, taut body.  I had
made a point not to ogle her while she was in the house, but now I took a
good look.  Her legs and butt were toned, reminding me of Sophie's, and her
stomach was as hard.  There was a little tickle in the back of my head and
I said, "Looking good, Jan.  Rock climber?"

Jan smiled, pleased at my comment, and nodded, asking, "Does it show?"  I
nodded and replied, "You remind me of Sophie.  She was a rock climber."

Jan looked startled and exclaimed, "That's it!  That's where I knew her
from.  I met her at a climbing competition, but I was trying to place her
in the context of a party.  Oh, I remember her now.  She was so sweet."
Annette and I looked at each other, and I pointed over at Shannon, saying
quietly, "That's her little girl."  Jan got a sad kind of look and just
watched Shannon for a bit.  Annette walked over to her and softly said,
"Maybe you have some stories for her, too."

Jan looked over and smiled, saying, "Oh, I do.  She was a real athlete.
She beat most everybody.  She was one of the best in our group.  I never
climbed at her level, but she inspired me to try harder.  She always helped
others, offering advice on how to navigate a certain sticky part on that
one, or which foot to lead with for this one.  She was very good."

Annette said, "We never saw her climb, but she was a strong cyclist."

I interjected, "Yeah, if we ever had a race, it would be close.  We never
did anything like that, but she was that strong."  Annette looked at Jan
and explained, "David is a hard-core biker."  Jan looked at me and smiled,
her eyes far away, and I knew she was remembering Sophie.

I called for Shannon, my primary chief deputy assistant barbecue chef and
we started bringing out the food.  I brought the burgers and got them
started, while she packed out the condiments and other fixin's.  I got the
burgers started, and soon the smell of char-broiled meat was filling the
air.  Annette and Jan had sat down on a couple of chaise lounges and were
talking, Jan's eyes mostly following the girls.  She was definitely easy on
the eyes, and I kept sneaking peaks at the two sexy ladies.

When the burgers were ready I called everybody over.  We got the girls set
up on the table first, and they dug in, talking and chattering to each
other.  Jan, Annette and I soon joined them at the table, with Jan choosing
to sit across from them so she could watch them together.  At one point she
said, "Annette, Shannon looks so much like you, but you said she was
Sophie's.  I would have said she was yours."

Annette and I looked at each other briefly.  Annette smiled and turned to
Jan, saying softly, "She is mine."  Jan looked puzzled for a second, then
we saw the moment of realization.  Her face softened and she smiled at
Annette.  "That's awesome," she said.

I explained, "Sophie wanted a baby so bad. We both did our best to help,
and Annette's got there first or something.  We were all happy for Annette,
because she wanted a baby too."  Jan's smile grew larger and she repeated,
"That's so awesome."  She watched the girls for a while again while they
carried on across the table from her.

Finally she looked over to Annette and me and said quietly, "You guys
really had something special, you know that?"

Annette put her hand over mine and said, "Oh, yes, we know that.  We knew
it then.  We cried for a long time when it ended, but we still had those
two and really, they kept us from giving up.  We still have Amanda and
Sophie with us in those two."

Jan put the remains of her burger down and wiped her fingers and lips, then
got up and came around the table to us.  She put her arms around Annette,
hugging her gently.  Annette put one hand on Jan's forearm and rubbed it,
leaning back against her.  Jan then moved over and gave me a hug the same
way, and I was conscious of her breasts pressing into my back.  I reached
up with one hand and put it on her shoulder, lightly caressing her while
she held me.

She stood up, put a hand on each of us and said, "I can only imagine what
you two must have gone through.  I remember how shocked and heartbroken I
was when I got the news, but it must have just about killed you."

I nodded and replied simply, "It was bad."  Then I looked over at the girls
and said, "But we're OK now."

When we were all done eating and the leftovers were put away, the girls
went back to gallivanting in the yard, and Annette, Jan and I sat around
sipping iced tea and talking.  My eyes were drawn to Jan, but my mind kept
superimposing a vision of Sophie over the top of her.  The longer I did
that, the more I realized how much they resembled each other.

The girls came running past and Annette asked, "Where are you two going?"

"We have to go potty!" Shell replied as Shannon opened the door.  They
scooted through and into the house.  Jan smiled and said, "I can't believe
it.  Amanda and Sophie's kids.  This is like some weird dream or
something."  Annette touched me and smiled at her, replying, "Yes, but the
good kind."  Jan laughed and agreed.

Annette stood up and offered, "Let's go inside.  Maybe we can do storytime
for a bit."  Jan quickly got up, nodding her head, and said, "Storytime
sounds great."  We picked up the drinks and went inside.  Annette went to
check on the girls while Jan and I settled down in the living room.  The
girls came trundling out, Annette following them, and Annette asked, "Would
you like to do storytime with Aunt Jan?"

The girls cheered and trotted over to leap up into the loveseat with Jan,
snuggling up to her.  She looked at Shannon and said, "I knew your mother
too, did you know that?"  Shannon solemnly shook her head, and Jan said,
"Oh, yes.  Your mother was a rock climber, and a very good athlete."  She
told stories of Sophie while the rest of us listened: Annette and I
snuggling on the couch, Jan and the girls snuggled on the loveseat.
Shannon and Shell listened with wide eyes as Jan went on.

Later, we put the girls down for a nap and Jan joined Annette and I on the
couch, Annette and I snugged together, turned half sideways; Jan at the
other end with her feet up, facing us.  Something had occurred to me a
little earlier, and I offered it.

"You know," I started, "Amanda introduced Annette and me.  You can see how
that came out.  I don't know if I'd want to live without her, now.  Then
Amanda introduced us to Sophie, and that was its own special thing."  I
looked closely at Jan and went on, "Amanda introduced us to you, too, if
you think about it a certain way."

Annette looked up at me, smiling, and said, "Oh, you're right.  That's
pretty cool."  She looked over at Jan, smiling broadly.  Jan smiled back,
and I saw her eyes going back and forth between Annette and me.  She
scooted down the couch and snuggled in with Annette, and I lifted my arm to
include her, resting my hand between her shoulder blades, running my thumb
in little circles on her skin.

I was surprised at how quickly the three of us had become close, and
thought that was probably Amanda's doing too.  She must have instinctively
gravitated to people who were of a kind.  I sat and thought about Amanda:
her bubbly personality, her infectious laughter when something really
tickled her; how she never became offended at anything, just doing things
the way she wanted anyway, and how easily she showed her affection to those
she loved.

The three of us sat quietly like that for a while, and I wondered if they
were thinking of Amanda too.  Probably, I thought.  I was still sad that
she was gone, but now my thoughts brought me pleasure remembering how she
was.

Jan finally broke the silence, saying, "I'm glad I met you.  It feels like
I found something that was missing but I didn't know it."  Annette and I
were quiet, understanding what she meant, and I appreciated that Jan was
able to enjoy silence as much as we did.  The time stretched on, Annette
shifting a little once, but otherwise we just sat.

Later on, when Jan was leaving that evening, we stood in front of each
other: Annette and I with our arms around each other, Jan facing us from a
couple feet away.  Annette finally stepped up and kissed her, soft and
long.  Jan's arms went around her, moving gently up and down her body as
they kissed.  When Annette ended the kiss and stepped back, Jan came to me,
putting her arms around my neck, pressing her firm breasts against my chest
and giving me a big kiss too, with plenty of tongue, and I instinctively
reached to put my hand on her bottom, pulling her to me.  She pushed
against me, and we held like that as we kissed.

I lifted my head and we stood for a moment eye to eye, then she rested her
head for a second on my chest, gave me one more quick squeeze and stepped
back.  Annette said in her soft voice, "Come back soon, dear."  Jan smiled
broadly and said, "I will.  I definitely will."  Annette gave her one more
quick kiss and Jan got into her car.

She got everything situated and looked back at us.  Annette and I had our
arms around each other again, and Jan smiled at us.  Annette gave her a
little wave, Jan blew her a kiss and then left.  Annette and I walked back
to the house to be greeted by the girls.

Shell asked, "When is Aunt Jan coming back?"  Annette smiled at her and
said, "Soon, I think."

The visits from Jan became a regular part of our lives.  She would spend
most of one weekend day with us, and often stopped by briefly in the
evenings.  She started bringing her bike, joining us on our bike rides, and
Annette and I found ourselves following three pilots now, the girls riding
in front with Aunt Jan.  She brought groceries occasionally, saying she had
no intention of living off of us.

One night she stayed late, and we offered her a spare bed.  After that she
occasionally spent Saturday night with us, getting up the next day and
helping with our chore day.  She basically became one of the family, and we
all enjoyed having her around.

It became common to touch her as we passed, and she began touching us the
same way.  Annette and I often stopped to kiss and touch, and Jan bought
into the concept.  One day I walked in from the garage where I had been
working and found Annette and Jan standing near the kitchen, sharing a
long, soft kiss.  It gave me a satisfied feeling seeing them together like
that, probably reminding me of times when I would see Sophie or Amanda
doing the same thing with Annette.  It was almost like life was returning
to normal.

I was fixing coffee early one Sunday morning when Jan came out of the
bedroom where she slept.  She walked up behind me and put her arms around
me, holding me close.  I immediately flashed on the day that Sophie and I
discussed her possible pregnancy, and felt a poignant twinge.  I just stood
still, enjoying the contact, leaning slightly back against her while she
held me.  When she let go and stepped beside me to pour her coffee, I ran
my hand softly across her shoulder and down her back.  She smiled at me and
tipped her head up for a kiss.  We touched lips, then tongues, briefly, and
then she went to sit down at the table.

I joined her there and we chatted while sipping our coffee.  Soon the girls
came stumbling out, sleepy-eyed, and walked up to us.  Shannon came and
leaned against me, and Shell did the same with Jan.  I softly rubbed
Shannon's back, and she stood still enjoying it.  Shell looked at Jan and
asked, "What's for breakfast?"

Jan and I smiled at each other, then Jan looked down at Shell and asked,
"Do you have any special requests?"

Shell immediately said, "Pancakes.  Pancakes and sausage."

Jan nodded affirmatively and replied, "We can do pancakes and sausage."
Shell smiled brightly at her and gave her a hug.

Shannon said softly, "I like pancakes and sausage."  Jan looked over at her
and said, "Well, I'll just make sure there's enough for everybody then."
Jan squeezed Shell briefly and stood up.  I got up to help mix the pancake
batter while Jan got the sausage out and started warming a pan.

As we were bustling around the kitchen, Annette came out, looking so cute
in her nightshirt, her hair tousled, a little smile on her face.  We
watched each other as she walked across the room and right up to me, then I
took her in my arms and we shared a long good morning kiss.  When she
finished with me, she kissed each of the girls, then stepped over to Jan
and gave her a brief kiss at the stove.  Jan paused in her work while she
returned it, then Annette sat down at the table where I had put her coffee.

She picked it up, looking at me over the brim while she took her first sip.
We just looked at each other for a moment, little smiles on our faces,
before I went back to the pancakes.

We got everybody fed and things cleaned up, relaxing for a while before
starting our chores.  We had fewer now, and they went faster with Jan
helping, usually having the entire afternoon available to do as we wished.
Sometimes we went for bike rides around the neighborhood, the girls having
developed pretty good biking skills.  Other times we played in our large
back yard: volleyball, croquet, playing catch with a baseball or football,
basketball in the driveway, whatever.  We just spent the time together, and
what we did really didn't matter.

As the girls got older they developed very respectable athletic skills, and
by the time they were 10 could throw as good as any boy in their age group,
run, jump, whatever with the best of them.  Jan took us to a climbing wall
and taught the girls the art of rock climbing.  They embraced it
wholeheartedly, and before long were shinnying up the wall in head to head
competitions.  The races were always very close, and often came down to
which one stumbled a little.  They always laughed at the end of the race,
not minding if they had won or lost, just enjoying the game.

Shannon was looking like a smaller version of Annette, with a slight frame,
and Shell soon began to outgrow her.  They remained close, but could no
longer share many of their clothes.  At school they were loved and
respected by the kids in their class, and we attended many of the school
functions with Jan in tow.  Jan tried not to miss anything, and sat with
Annette and I watching them closely.

The summer of their tenth year, they entered a street basketball tournament
with one of their friends from school, and won the girls division in their
age group.  Shell was a real force on the court, and Shannon had developed
quite a quick defensive ability from all those days of trying to stop Shell
at home.  When they played together as a team, they were really something
to watch.  As the small trophy was being awarded and they held it up for us
to see, broad smiles on their faces, tears came to my eyes as I thought of
what Amanda and Sophie would have thought.

I hugged Jan and Annette to me, Annette looking at me and understanding
what I was thinking.  Her own eyes were wet, and we smiled broadly at each
other.  Jan was still watching the girls, and said, "Oh, I could just cry.
Amanda and Sophie would have been so proud."  I laughed, and she heard the
tone of my laughter, looking up to me and seeing my tears.  She hugged me
back and said, "You were thinking the same thing, weren't you?"  She leaned
up and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I gave her a quick squeeze.

That night after the girls had gone to bed, the three of us sat on the
couch together, chatting about the day and talking about Amanda and Sophie.
Annette and Jan were holding each other and I had my arm around Annette, my
hand rubbing softly on Jan's back.  Jan turned her head to kiss Annette,
and her hand slowly came up to rest on Annette's breast.  Annette kissed
her back, and soon Jan was massaging Annette's firm boob, gently but with
some urgency.

Annette leaned forward, moving Jan back a bit, then reached down and began
to pull her shirt up.  I helped her take it off, then unhooked her bra and
helped her off with that.  Jan put her hand back on Annette's breast and
took up the kiss again.  Annette leaned back against me and I started
caressing her shoulders, watching as they kissed.

Annette's hands came up to rest on Jan's own breasts.  She squeezed them
both, then her thumbs started moving in circles against the nipples.  Jan
moved into Annette with an urgent moan, then sat up and quickly removed her
shirt and bra.  Annette's hands quickly went back to Jan's breasts and they
moved together again.

I reached one hand to touch and caress Jan's back and shoulders while the
other was on Annette.  Jan broke the kiss and worked her way down Annette's
neck, Annette throwing her head back, eyes closed, enjoying Jan's
attention.  Jan reached Annette's breast and began tonguing and suckling on
a nipple, Annette now running her fingers through Jan's hair.

Annette lifted Jan's head and looked at her briefly, then softly said,
"Let's move this to the bedroom."  Jan stood up and held her hands out to
Annette, looking at me with a smile.  Annette took her hands and Jan pulled
her up, hugging her briefly, then stepping back to give me room to stand.
Jan held one hand out to me, I took it and she led us to the bedroom.

We finished disrobing and Jan tenderly laid Annette down on the bed, then
glanced at my hard cock and looked at me with a smile.  I smiled back at
her, then looked at Annette.  She gazed at me with her little smile and
began moving sinuously on the bed, inviting our attention.  Jan climbed up
next to Annette, leaning on one elbow and began to kiss her while the other
hand began to play with Annette's perky little boobs.  I sat next to Jan
and started rubbing my hand up and down her back, feather touches across
her soft skin, bringing up goose bumps, then reached the other hand around
to lightly cup a pert breast.

Jan was humming with enjoyment as she kissed Annette, then she kissed down
to lick and suckle on Annette's breasts.  Annette caressed the back of
Jan's head, her eyes closed, as she enjoyed the feel of a woman's touch
again.  Her eyes fluttered open and she looked over at me, her smile slowly
growing wider as we looked at each other.  It had been a long time since we
had anybody else in our bed, and it was unquestionably exciting.  I didn't
care if I had no fun with Jan myself, as long as I could see that look on
Annette's face.

Jan's hand slowly traced down over Annette's pale, soft tummy, touching,
then grasping Annette's hard cock.  Jan slowly stroked her as she continued
to suckle on Annette's cute boobs.  I just sat there, touching and
caressing Jan while she enjoyed Annette.  Jan kissed her way down Annette's
body until she reached her cock, then took her in and began slowly sucking
and licking on it.  Jan's cute rear was pointing toward me, and I looked at
it covetously.  I heard Annette chuckle, and looked up to smile at her.
She knew, and her glance at my throbbing penis confirmed, that I was turned
on immensely.

Jan continued to suck and play with Annette's cock, but climbed up to
straddle her, lowering her pussy to Annette's face.  Annette was no
stranger to that position, and immediately began to lick and suckle on
Jan's pretty pussy with enthusiasm.  I was running my hands up and down
Jan's back, lightly scratching with my fingernails, then sliding beneath
her to cup and squeeze her breasts, tweaking the nipples.

Jan was working her wet slot up and down on Annette's face, with Annette
enjoying it as much as Jan was.  Jan was moaning with delight, occasionally
trembling a little as Annette's little tongue worked her clit.  Jan
increased her speed on Annette's cock as her own passion rose, and Annette
was rising to thrust herself into Jan's warm mouth.

Annette suddenly groaned, tensed and thrust herself hard against Jan, her
hips flexing while she dumped a load of her sweet cum into Jan's willing
mouth.  Jan swallowed eagerly, and continued to suck on Annette's little
prick as it quickly softened, then released her and licked a few times
along Annette's little ball sack.

Annette continued to work on Jan's steaming cleft, and Jan now sat up a bit
to push back on Annette's face, riding the soft tongue until she brought
herself to orgasm, her juices pouring into Annette's mouth.  Jan moaned and
shook as the orgasm coursed through her body, then jerked once as a sudden
surge of pleasure ripped through her.  I was highly aroused now, watching
Jan's hard little body on top of Annette.

Jan slowly returned to earth, her eyes opening, looking at me and seeing my
throbbing prick.  She got a look of hunger, and her eyes went up to meet
mine.  She climbed off of Annette and lay on her back next to her spreading
her legs and holding her arms out to me.  That's the sort of sign language
I'm conversant in, and I wasted no time climbing between her legs.  I
wanted one quick taste of her delectable looking pussy, so I leaned down
and licked up several times, causing her to moan and jerk as my tongue
encountered her sensitive clit.  She was as tasty as she looked, and I
positioned the head of my hard cock at the opening of her bubbling snatch,
then started working it in slowly.

She laid her head back and moaned as I entered her, and her tight pussy
gripped me as I worked my hips back and forth, gaining a little depth with
each forward movement.  The tightness and grip of her vaginal muscle
reminded me of Sophie, and I briefly flashed back to an earlier time in my
life.  I forced the memory out of my mind, focusing on the lovely lady I
had before me.  I worked slowly in until our groins met, and just leaned on
her for a little while, enjoying the sensation of her hard body beneath me.

Her hands came up to grip my back, her fingernails digging in with her
passion, and her legs wrapped around me.  Once again I had to banish
thoughts of Sophie from my mind, the similarities between them downright
eerie.  I worked back out, enjoying the feeling of her grasping pussy as I
slowly extracted myself, then pushed back in just before I was fully out.
She used her legs to help my downstrokes, pulling me into her, and her
active cooperation was gratifying and welcomed.

We made slow love, and when I felt Annette's soft hand on my back, softly
running up and down, I got a pleasant tingle thinking of her there.  Jan
and I both had our eyes closed, focused on the feelings our bodies were
giving each other, and the building of my climax was slow and steady.
Finally it hit me, and I groaned as I thrust hard into her, holding deep
inside her as my cock pulsed its charge of semen deep inside of her, Jan
gripping me tightly as she felt my throbbing cock against her vagina.

When my orgasm was finished, I opened my eyes to look at her.  Her eyes
were still closed, a dreamy smile on her face.  I looked over at Annette,
and she wrinkled her little nose in a smile at me.  I smiled back at her
and just looked at her while my breathing returned to normal.

Jan opened her eyes, saw Annette and I looking at each other, and reached
out to touch Annette.  We both turned to look at her, and she smiled up at
us, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for years."

Annette touched Jan's cheek and said softly, "Honey, you should have said
something.  By this time you should know how David and I think of you."

Jan said quietly, "Every time I thought of it, I just thought that this was
the bed that Amanda used, and it seemed . . . I don't know, not wrong, but
like I shouldn't be using her bed or something.  It's hard to explain, but
the thought of using the same bed Amanda loved you in . . . it was like I
was going to take something from you."

"Honey," Annette said, "We had a wonderful life with Amanda.  She would be
happy to see you here if she couldn't be.  All she ever cared about was
taking care of us.  You've also just reminded us how much pleasure we have
with another in our bed, but I think we were both afraid of ruining a
memory also, because we never looked for anybody else.  I think we gained a
lot from you being here."

I agreed, still laying on top of her, my soft cock still held inside of
her.  "Amanda was a big part of our lives, as was Sophie, but neither of
them would begrudge you this.  Think about it: you know how they were.  Can
you really see either of them having a problem here?"

Annette then said in her soft, innocent voice, "If you were a jerk, it
might be different."

Jan burst out laughing, and the tightening of her muscles expelled me from
within her.  I rolled off of her while she continued to laugh, and saw
Annette sitting there with her little smile.  I climbed between Jan's legs,
sliding my arms beneath her thighs, enjoying the texture of her soft skin
while I licked and cleaned her dripping pussy.  She had a wonderful flavor,
and I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it.

Jan shared our bed once a week or so after that, sometimes more, sometimes
less, but she never hesitated to ask from then on.  We were always willing
to accommodate her.  Annette and I were more enthusiastic and happy in our
lovemaking, also.  I think having another partner woke us back up, and
there was new life in our bed at night.  The girls were used to her staying
the night and were never surprised when Jan was there in the morning.  It
they ever noticed that her bed hadn't been slept in, they never said
anything to us.

As the girls continued to grow, the size difference between Shannon and
Shelley grew, Shannon continuing to look like Annette with her petite size,
and Shelley looking more like Amanda every year.  Her hair was dark, not
like Amanda's, but her build and buoyant personality made us see Amanda in
her.

In their freshman year Shelley made the varsity basketball team, her
competitive spirit and strong skills making a place for her on the team.
She wasn't a starter, but got a lot of playing time.  Shannon was a starter
on the junior varsity team, and when it became apparent how strong her
defensive skills were, she would often practice with the varsity.  She had
a fierce concentration, quick hands and fast feet.  So often somebody would
try to drive around her and a quick poke of her hand would strip the ball
and she'd have it in her hands, passing to a teammate or heading down the
court for a layup.  It was good for the varsity guards to have to learn to
work with somebody like that, making the team better.

Shannon and Shelley always had each other's back, and when one was playing,
you could often hear `coaching' from the stands when the other saw
something to capitalize on.  They were so in tune with each other that they
could hear the other's voice over any crowd noise, like a filter had been
applied, and we would often hear them laughing about it on the way home
after games.

 They were strong bikers by this time, and we finally made the trip to Old
Mill Pond.  When we arrived and parked our bikes, we took our helmets off
and looked at the pond.  I pulled Annette to me as tears came to my eyes,
the laughter and splashing of ghosts echoing in my mind.  The brush was a
little taller, but the place was otherwise unchanged, and it was easy to
see Amanda and Sophie standing there, hand in hand, waiting to jump into
the water.  I heard Annette sniffle and knew she was hearing the same
voices.

We sat on the picnic table with the girls and told stories of their
mothers.  We never talked about the sex, or skinny dipping, but there were
plenty of things we could talk about, and they laughed along with us as we
remembered and shared.  When the talk had died down and we were all sitting
their quietly, absorbing the feelings of the place, I squeezed Annette's
hand and said, "Hey, baby?"

She looked up at me and I nodded my head toward the water, raising an
eyebrow in query, a little smile on my face.  Her eyes twinkled, and she
nodded.  We took our shoes off, held hands, and ran for the pond.  When we
leapt high into the air to fall into the pond, I thought I heard the click
of a shutter behind me.

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