Yes.



That was the answer that rang in my head and gave a bounce to my cock. Yes. Do it.



I would like to say that it was because I wanted Tara to experience sex with love. I would like to say that the ‘yes’ was for both of them so that we could all move beyond what had happened and create a new level of trust. And I really wish I could say that my decision was motivated by a pure desire for Kayla and I to move to the next level in our relationship and prove to each other that we could survive anything as long as we were together.



But that’s not it. What really helped motivate the decision?



Kayla standing naked next to Tara, whose robe had slipped open a bit and revealed the top of her left breast. Their faces were close together, lips slightly parted as they both waited for my answer. It was sexy. Really sexy.



And the only thing I could think of at that moment, banishing both sides of the issue from my brain, was how hot it would be to have both of them sandwiching me.



Honorable? Of course not. Tasteful? Nope. But right now, with everything that had happened and the fucked-up state my mind was in, my cock took over most of the thinking and it was giving a resounding, “Hell yes!” to the idea.



Besides, they had said they wanted it. If it was going to help Tara feel better and help Kayla give closure to what had happened, then it wouldn’t make much sense to refuse, would it?



I was acting on instinct. Like I said, a different head was thinking for me.



I stood, gave the girls a smile, then went to close the blinds to Kayla’s window. Why did she never close those? I glanced across to my window but all was clear. Thank God. If Alan or Amanda happened to be in my room (which they better fucking not be unless I let them), the sight in Kayla’s room would be very, very difficult to explain.



I turned back, the word ‘Yes’ already forming on my lips, when Tara looped her hair behind her ear. It was a tiny gesture, probably half-a-second at most, but for a brief second the side of her head was visible as she lifted the stray lock. My attention zipped to it and I felt my legs go hollow.



The gunshot echoed in my head…I saw the side of the head explode, but it wasn’t Walburn’s head this time…It was Tara’s…



My stomach heaved and I staggered past the stunned girls to the bathroom, where I threw up the toilet lid and puked into the bowl. The entire Christmas dinner that I had eaten only a couple hours before sprayed into the toilet as I gagged and heaved, feeling like I was getting punched in the stomach every time I hurled.



It took about ten agonizing heaves before I emptied my stomach and I was left panting and sweating over the rim of the toilet, the tangy smell of my vomit filling my nose. My hands, one gripping the rim of the bowl and the other holding the seat up, slowly slid down as numbness spread through my limbs. I felt drained, and not just because the contents of my stomach were swimming just below me. My mind was—



WHAM!



The toilet seat dropped down, cracking into the back of my skull. It wasn’t heavy or anything, but in my weakened state it was like a brick dropping on me. I pulled my head out from under it and slumped against the wall as stars twinkled in front of my eyes.



“Are you okay?”



The girls had come in the bathroom, their expressions concerned with a slight seasoning of panic. Kayla made to move closer but Tara beat her to it, kneeling down in front of me and putting a hand on my leg.



Kayla stepped back, flashing an irritated glance at the back of Tara’s head. Like Tara looping her hair behind her ear, it was a quick movement, not really noteworthy in itself, but to me it opened a door somewhere in my mind and I saw everything laid out. A threesome with Tara…if Kayla was irritated that Tara beat her to making sure I was okay, what the hell would happen if I had sex with her? I mean, yeah, she’d be there, but she’d be sharing. She said she was okay with it, but…Fuck, what if this led to more jealousy? More days without any form of contact? I mean…Tara was moving down here in a few months so it’s not like it just happens and then she goes halfway across the country until God knows when. She’ll be in the area. It’s gonna stay fresh.



Jealousy…I don’t know if it was going to happen but…All I could see was this fucking up my relationship with Kayla. I loved Kayla. I loved Tara, too, but if I had to choose between them…



And what was up with dropping this on me after what happened? God damn, I had actually been considering this…



“I’m fine,” I said, my mouth feeling tacky. I gently moved Tara’s hand and stood up, one hand against the wall. Fucking legs were still shaky.



I looked up and saw that they were both still waiting expectantly. Jeez, the puke wasn’t a turn-off for them? “So, umm…I’m sorry, but it’s a no,” I said.



They were both genuinely shocked. I had been looking at Kayla more than Tara, wondering if I might see some relief from her, but all I got was a stunned expression that gave way to confusion. Not exactly what I was expecting. My eyes slid to Tara and, unfortunately, hers was exactly what I had been expecting: disappointment and a little bit of hurt.



“Are you sure?” Kayla asked, still looking like she thought she misheard me.



“Yeah,” I replied, wiping a bit of spit from my lower lip, “It’s just not…Like, right now is not the right time, you know? After everything that happened and…Tara, if I’m the first guy you make love to, that’s not exactly setting the pedigree high.”



“Huh?”



“I love you, Tara. You know I do. Maybe as more than a cousin, but you’re still my cousin. We shouldn’t do this.”



“Alan—” Kayla clamped her jaw shut with an audible clack but Tara didn’t notice.



“I don’t care that you’re my cousin,” she said, looking close to tears, “I just want to make everything right, and…you’re the only guy I know who actually loves me and cares about me and won’t make sex just a bang-and-dash thing.”



“And there’s guys out there who won’t do that,” I replied, feeling bad but knowing I couldn’t back down now, “I love you and I always will. But I can’t have sex with you.”



Tara looked desperately at Kayla. “You’re okay with it, right?” she asked in a breaking voice, “You said you were fine with it.”



“I am,” Kayla replied, putting a hand on Tara’s shoulder.



“I’m not,” I replied, “And that’s my decision. You said you’d be okay with that.”



Tara bit her lower lip and nodded slowly. “Okay, Jack,” she said in a hollow voice.



“It has nothing to do with you,” I said quickly, barely biting back the addition of, “It’s me.” That was one cliché I hoped to avoid.



“Tara,” Kayla said, leaning against her, “Go back to my room for a sec.”



“Okay…” Tara said quietly, giving her a small smile before leaving.



Kayla looked at me and said, “Jack, what’s wrong?”



“What do you mean?”



“Why are you saying no?”



I threw up my hands. “I thought I was allowed to say no if I didn’t want to do it. If you didn’t want me to say no, you should have just told me it was going to happen.”



“I wouldn’t do that to you. Neither of us would.”



“I know…” My fingers ran through my hair, caressing the edge of a massive headache that was building inside my skull. “Kayla, it wouldn’t be like with you and me. I mean…I’m not in love with her so it would just be sex with a guy who loves her.”



“That’s what she wants. You said you loved her as more than a cousin.”



“Yeah, maybe I do, but it’s not the same. You and me…we’re made for each other. And you’re the one I’d be thinking about while…You know.”



“Jack, you’re making this way more complicated than it needs to be,” she sighed, her arms folded under her breasts. It didn’t seem the least odd that we were having this conversation completely naked.



“This is how I feel. Now tell me the truth…are you really okay with this?”



“Of course!” she said, a little too quickly.



I stepped closer and put my hands on her shoulders. “Kayla…”



She bit her lip and hesitated. “I…I would be fine with it if that’s what you wanted.”



“So you’re not 100%.”



“That’s not the point. She wants it…she needs it.”



“She doesn’t need it, sweetheart.”



She looked at me like I’d grown another head. “Jack…she’s never been with a guy who cared about her even half as much as you do. Whatever hang-ups I have—not saying I have any—don’t matter. She loves you and you love her.”



“And she’ll find a guy who will give her that better than I can.” My arguments basically wrote themselves but they only ran voice-deep. In my heart, I was still battling it out.



“Please, Jack,” Kayla said, a tear running down her face, “This will help her. And it’ll help you, too.”



“Me?”



She put a hand on my cheek. “I know how much it’s still bothering you. What happened with Coach Walburn. I’m sorry, I’m not trying to use it against you, but…I know it hit you while we were having sex.” I didn’t say anything. “This could help you. I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re feeling right now, but couldn’t this help? Take your mind of it and everything?”



“It’s going to stay on my mind, Kayla. It’s like…etched in there. I can’t stop thinking about it and if I try, it only makes it worse. And, what, I’m supposed to stop thinking about that so I can think about having sex with my cousin?”



“It doesn’t bother you that Alan and Amanda do it,” she replied, lowering her voice.



“That’s them. That’s none of my business. This…with me…Kayla, I can’t, okay?”



She looked at me levelly for a bit. “I won’t be jealous,” she said quietly. Mind-reader, I’m sure of it.



I pulled her in for a hug. “I love you,” I said, feeling my throat tighten a little bit as tears threatened to come out, “And I don’t think I’m coming out of this decision on the winning side no matter what. If you really, really want this to happen…how about we wait until—”



She put a finger to my lips then took my hand and led me back to her room. Tara was sitting on the bed, hugging the seal I had gotten Kayla to her chest. “Hey,” she said with a small smile. She put the seal on the pillows. “It’s nice and cuddly. Good choice, Jack.”



“Thanks,” I replied. It had just hit me that Tara had been in that closet for a while, waiting to come out. I sincerely hoped that wasn’t as weird as it sounded in my head.



“Keep going,” Kayla said to me.



“What?”



“What you were saying in the bathroom. About waiting. Keep going.”



I blinked and thought. “Oh, right…uh…I was saying that if you…I mean, Kayla…Well, both of you, I guess…If you wanted this to happen, really wanted this to happen…Shit, um…Well, Tara, you’re moving close in a few months so why don’t we wait? I mean, right now you want to do it because you’re feeling like…Like I need this. And you need this. And, I don’t know, maybe Kayla needs it, too. But if this is going to happen, and I’m not saying I don’t ever want it, I want it to be something we do when we’re happy, not because we want to be happy.”



“Jack, if she’s moving in a few months, why wait?” Kayla replied tartly, “I mean, come on.”



“Because all this stuff…It shouldn’t…We shouldn’t be dealing with it with sex,” I said, fumbling for words, “I mean, set aside Tara and me being related. Trust me, I would love a threesome. I mean…” I grabbed my cock, “Seriously, there’s no way it wouldn’t get me all hot and whatever but…Not now. Just…not now, Kayla. I’m sorry, Tara.”



“It would mean a lot to me,” Tara replied in a quiet voice.



“And I would do anything for you, Tara. Including…that, but…” I was running out of reasons. My head was throbbing and I put my hands to my head, pressing hard against my skull. I knew I was turning down what any other sixteen-year-old guy would dream of having but, God damn it, I had watched one of my teachers shoot himself! And this is what is dropped on me as a result?! What the fuck?!



I felt my back slam into the corner of the wall, the angle digging into my spine and I grunted in pain. “Jack!” Tara sprung off the bed and put her hands on my shoulders, “Are you okay?”



“Yeah, just breaking my back,” I grunted, wincing in pain as I flexed my spine.



“Well, stop that,” she said with a smirk. For a second, everything was back the way it was. She and I were cousins, content to love and poke fun at each other. Not…potential sex partners.



Then Kayla kissed me on my back. “Let’s lie him down,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant.



“No, you really don’t…”



“You hurt your back,” Kayla said professionally, “Laying down is the best thing.”



“Laying down…on my back?”



She ignored me as she and Tara carefully lay me down on the bed. “Any pain?” Kayla asked.



I wiggled a bit. There was a twinge of pain but that was it. “No, I’m good,” I replied.



“Good. So, while we have you on the bed…”



I sighed heavily. “Kayla…”



“It’s okay,” Tara said suddenly. Kayla and I looked at each other. “We’ve talked about this enough and…Jack, if you don’t want to, then that’s…fine.”



“Tara…” Kayla said gently, “I’m okay with it, if that’s what—”



“I know you are,” Tara interrupted, “But he isn’t.”



She didn’t say it in an accusing way but it still punched me in the stomach. “I love you, Tara,” I said, taking her hand, “And I meant when I said in a few months…”



“Well, one more reason to look forward to moving here,” Tara responded with a small smile, “Thanks for trying to help me, Kayla.”



“Of course,” Kayla replied, not smiling.



“Are you sleeping over here?” Tara asked me.



Good question. It was already pretty late and I imagined Alan and Amanda were still going at it like jackrabbits. “Yeah, probably.”



“Would it…be okay if I slept here, too? I go back now and Alan and Amanda are gonna be asking me where I was and the last thing we need is them finding out about…well, you know.” Her voice was getting stronger but I still sensed sadness. Good going, Jack.



Then again, my conscious was going to fuck me one way or the other. It was a no-win situation.



“Of course!” Kayla said, this time with a smile, “Do you want the wall side or the floor side?”



“Huh?”



“The bed. Do you want the wall side or the floor side? Jack can be in the middle.” I looked at her but she seemed to be genuinely interested in the bed arrangements, not other things.



Tara reddened. “Oh, um…I was just going to take the couch or something.”



“I’ll take the couch,” I said, sitting up.



Both of them pushed me back down. “Stay, Jack,” Kayla said, “It’s fine, Tara. Besides, it’ll be warmer with three people.”



“You’re sure?”



“I’m not going to let you sleep alone,” Kayla replied, dropping her voice toward the end of the sentence as she realized what it implied, “I mean…shit…Jack, you know that wasn’t—”



“I know.”



“Please, Tara?”



Tara smiled. “Of course…Hey, Jack?”



“Yeah?”



“I know you said you wouldn’t have sex with me…yet…Not saying you have to later, but…Could I maybe have a…kiss?” I just stared. “It’s innocent, right? And Kayla’s here and she knows it’s just to smooth over everything and it would really, really help because I’m feeling kind of bad that the whole threesome thing came up…”



Shit, shit, shit. I know, I know…I shouldn’t have any hang-ups about this but considering what happened the last time I kissed her…And yeah, Kayla was here, but how’s she going to react to seeing that? And Tara’s fine with not having sex now but what if after we kiss, she…God, why can’t I just make a fucking decision! I hate this! I really, really fucking hate—



Kayla looked at me, then turned to Tara. “I’ll do it,” she said in a shaky voice.



Tara and I stared. “You will?” Tara asked in a voice that said she hadn’t decided how to feel about it yet.



“Yeah,” Kayla said, giving her a small smile, “I mean, you kissed Jack so if we’re going to be ‘even’, then…”



“…Okay.” I don’t know if it was just the pervy part of my mind but it sounded to me like she was excited. Yeah, they had originally planned a threesome but…weird…I hadn’t even considered how much they would get involved with each other. The whole ‘having sex with Tara’ part of it grabbed my attention more.



Kayla scooted closer to Tara and cupped her face. Tara smiled and leaned in, her eyes slowly closing as her lips pressed softly against Kayla’s. She leaned against Kayla’s body, their breasts pressing together as they slowly wrapped their arms around each other. Their kiss was not like mine and Kayla’s…long, slow, and lingering. Instead, their lips slowly slid off each other and came together again, their mouths slightly open until the moment of contact when they pressed against each other.



My heart was pounding and I could feel my breath getting ragged as I watched them kiss each other (their attire, or lackthereof, wasn’t helping much). My groin started to tighten as my cock stirred, slowly stiffening as I listened to their soft breathing and ever-so-faint moans as they continued to make out, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was there. All the better. If they had noticed me, they probably would have been able to shatter my willpower and get me in on the action.



I know I said I didn’t want to…but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to. Does that make sense? Probably not. Nothing I was doing made much sense anymore.



They were only kissing for a few seconds but it seemed like so much longer thanks to the lurid part of my brain. They slowly broke apart, eyes half-closed and shy smiles on their faces. Kayla scooted back until she was leaning against my body and let out a slow breath. “Was that what you needed?” she asked coyly.



“Oh, yes,” Tara said happily, a wide smile on her face.



“Was it better than with Jack?”



I winced a little at that, not really ready to have fun with what had happened yet. Tara didn’t seem to mind. She laughed shortly and said, “Not getting into that. Not when the two of you are here.”



“Come on! You can tell me!”



Tara shook her head piously. “Not saying. Did you enjoy the show, Jack?”



I swallowed hard, trying to will my cock to be flaccid. It worked…sort of. I could at least make my hand covering it look somewhat natural. “That was for you,” I replied, “But yeah…it was hot.”



Kayla grinned and squeezed her breasts together in my face. “Hot as this?” she teased.



“You always get the trophy for hot, sweetheart,” I said, leaning across her lap to grab my boxers.



“What do you think you’re doing?”



I looked up at her. “Getting my…boxers?” Why did I make that a question?



“Nooooo,” she whined, pushing me back onto the bed, “I don’t wanna put clothes back on. I like feeling your skin.”



I smiled. “I like feeling your skin, too. But you could still feel it if I put on my—”



“I was going to sleep naked with you, dumb-dumb,” she cut in, putting her hands behind her head and stretching so that her breasts stuck out near my face.



Was she still trying to tempt me? Little minx… “Okay, fine,” I sighed, pulling down the blankets, “You don’t mind, do you, Tara?”



She shrugged. “I can get naked too,” she said simply, playing with the hem of her robe.



I had to swallow hard again. Once again, the perverted part of my brain, the one that was screaming at me that I was a teenage boy with teenage lusts, was telling me to take the two of them and make a Jack sandwich. My reasonable side, the one that was smacking my brain and telling me the last thing we needed was more complications in our relationship, argued back just as strong. I couldn’t be so hypocritical that I had to demand she stay clothed in the bed…but I was also afraid that, if she was naked, things would lead down a path I didn’t want them to.



Weird how all of this ran through my head in the course of a second and yet seemed as long as if I were debating it for hours.



“Okay,” I said, then quickly added when their heads snapped up to stare at me, “Just…can you maybe wait until you’re under the…blanket?” Fuck. That sounded awful.



Tara looked a little hurt but put on a gamey smile. “Sure…do you think I look bad or something?”



“No!” I said, feeling awful. I sat up and took her hands. “You’re beautiful. Fucking gorgeous. It’s just…well, I’m going to be sandwiched between two gorgeous girls and if I see both of you naked, together, I’m…going to have a hard time letting us get to sleep.” And yes…it really did sound as lame in my head as it did out loud.



Neither of them was buying it. “What?” Kayla asked, pulling an ‘Are you nuts?’ face.



“I mean, I already said ‘no’ to the…I…” Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck. “Our parents are going to be home early tomorrow and if we’re up too late, then we’ll sleep in and then we have to explain what three naked teens are doing in the same bed. And if we…if I see the two of you naked together, I won’t be able to control myself. I’m having a hard enough time with just you naked, Kayla.” It was true; I was desperately keeping my eyes at the level of her face.



They still looked at me with the exact same look I’m pretty sure you have on your face right now. “If you want me to keep the robe on…”



“No. You can do whatever you want, Tara. It’s not…” I flopped back against the pillows. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to say the right thing and I just can’t…” I put my hands on my face and groaned, feeling tears well up in my eyes.



Two sets of arms wrapped around me and I felt the soft bodies of the girls press against me. I peeked through my fingers and saw them both looking at me with concern. I slowly lowered my hands and wrapped an arm around both of them and we shared a group hug, the closest we would come to a threesome that night. Their skin was cool against mine, helping to soothe the turmoil inside me and allowing me to come closer to relaxing.



Kayla let go first and pulled back the blankets, slipping underneath and motioning for me to do the same. I slid in behind her, curling an arm around her as she leaned her back into my chest, one hand clutching mine. I kissed her lightly on the neck. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.



“I love you,” she whispered back.



There was a rustling behind me and Tara’s robe sailed over us to the floor. Three naked teens in the same bed…My cock twitched and Kayla shifted her rear against it but said nothing. Tara slid under the blankets with us and shifted closer to me, resting her cheek and a hand against my back. I couldn’t feel the rest of her body and I wondered if she was trying to keep it away from me because of what I said earlier about not wanting to see her naked.



Shit, that was a dumbass thing to say. Great work, Jack.



“I love you too, Jack,” Tara whispered behind my head, her breath warming my shoulder.



“And I love you, Tara.”



“I love you too, Tara,” Kayla said.



“I love you too, Kayla.”



It was like The Waltons if they’d been a family of naked teenagers. I was reminded of that one cutaway gag in Family Guy, when they’re all saying ‘good night’ to each other but John-Boy doesn’t respond and Ma goes to check on him and he screams, “Damn it! Can’t a guy masturbate in this house!” Remember that?



Fuck me, my mind was a mess.



I shuffled back and forth to get myself comfortable against Kayla, laying my cock in the groove of her rear. If we had been alone I may have been tempted to go a second round with her but with Tara…God, I felt bad about that. Not just about turning her down but because everything I did seem to be tainted with my ‘no’, as if I had said it because I was repulsed by her. I wasn’t! But it sure as shit seemed like I was.



And if I changed my mind now…it wouldn’t seem like it was coming from me.



Angry at myself, I closed my eyes and fell into something like sleep, though I was aware of everything else around me. But hey, I was between two gorgeous naked girls. Why should I complain, right?

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Nice…



I don’t know if there’s a sensation that’s been labeled as such but that’s what I felt when my senses kicked back into gear.



Nice…





I was breathing through my nose…Why? I tried breathing through my mouth but…no, it was like breath was being pushed back into my mouth.



Huh?



Weird.



Nice…



The lower part of my body was shifting. I wasn’t trying to wiggle my body and I tried doing it consciously. It was a separate movement. Something else was working down there.



Where were my hands? I flexed my fingers and they pressed against something soft.



Soft…Nice…



My brain was slowly waking up and connections were being made in my brain. The soft stuff that my fingers were pressing against…skin. Not mine or I would have felt it. So someone else’s. Whose?



Who did I fall asleep with last night?



That movement at the lower part of my body…Hmmmm. Something was stiff down there. Of course! My cock! Makes sense. Morning wood and everything. But why was it moving?



Nice…



It felt like a hand. Hand-job? With a hand that wasn’t mine? Excellent!



What about the breathing? My eyes were slowly starting to open, my eyelashes still making a curtain of fuzz that obscured my vision. Something was pressing against my lips. Soft…warm…loving. Lips!



A kiss…Nice…



The pieces were all there in my brains but the connections were taking a while to build. Kiss…morning wood…hand…skin…Nice…



Familiar…



Who had I fallen asleep with last night? Who would be in the bed with me?



And why did all of this seem so familiar?



Come on, brain…Start…Start…



And it started. And everything came back. And I remembered why all of this was so familiar. And I also remembered who was in the bed with me and which side they had fallen asleep on but, for the life of me, I couldn’t tell which side I was facing.



I sat upright so fast that I heard a squeak and something fell to the floor with a loud thump!



I was trying to catch my breath when something stirred right behind me.