The Voices in my Head 6

Over the next few weeks, we settled in, getting used to each others habits. It all surprisingly well. Living together took some of the urgency out of our lovemaking, regulated, largely, by unspoken agreement, to the evening after dinner. We would still have occasional romps together in the morning or afternoon, but they were the exception rather than the rule. Jenny usually came by on Friday or Saturday evenings. She had become much more adult in her attitudes and behavior, an improvement commented on by her mother, Martha.

One day, I left for work in the morning, returning after some shopping to find George and his crew putting the finishing touches on a lawn in front of the house. They’d had leftover sod from a big job and nothing on that day’s schedule. As the crew was leaving, George instructed in the care of our new lawn, surrounded my short stakes and red twine to remind us to keep off.

We were visited every other day or so at first by one parent or another, the frequency dropping off as they saw we had things under control. On one of his last visits, dad slipped me an envelope containing a thousand dollars, cautioning me to hold it in case something came up. We kept the downstairs rooms spotless, Upstairs was a little more casual. The girls kept their individual rooms clean, but with strategically placed items of clothing on the bed or other furniture and papers and books on their desks. None of our parents were fooled for a heartbeat, but they weren’t the ones we had to fool. They were all well aware of our living arrangements.

Peter and I with a little help from the girls, worked at scraping the old paint from the siding and painting the house in sections. Frank and his younger brother, Bobby came by and helped when their chores allowed.

With the onset of fall, the weather cooled and we made our final preparations for school. We decided that doing homework on the big dining room table,together would be mutually beneficial. Peter, Becky, and I had several required classes in common and we could help Sandi as necessary. Peter had, with permission added floor outlets for power and internet under the big dining table, and crafted a custom leaf for the table so the cords and cables wouldn’t be hanging over the edge. My boss, as a parting gift, made us a great deal on four older, but serviceable, laptops.

On the Saturday evening before school started, we had built a fire for the first time. Jenny had been by, but didn’t stay long, needing to help make sure her brothers and sisters were ready for school. The room was lit only by the jumping flames, lending a golden hue to everything in the room. I thought Sandi was particularly lovely in the firelight. We were laying on an area rug in front of the fireplace, making out casually.

“Becky says I’m ready.” Sandi whispered in my ear, “I’ve been practicing with some of her vibrators.”

I took me a moment to realize what she was saying. She was asking me to fuck her ass. I hadn’t pressed the issue, still worried I might cause her unnecessary pain. Becky and Peter were whispering back and forth. I didn’t want to interrupt them to ask Becky about Sandi’s readiness, so I told Sandi to go up and get the lube. She jumped up, smiling and eager, to go upstairs. At almost the same moment, Becky jumped up heading the same way. They stopped and whispered together for a moment and broke into laughter, running up the stairs together. I looked over to Peter, raising an eyebrow.

“Becky’s going to let me do her ass.” he said grinning.

“Wow,” I said.