Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I may just take you up on that." He gave her a crooked smile. "I'll try to limit myself to no more than eight days a week though. If I ate like that all the time I'd weight four hundred pounds." He reached across the couch and squeezed Mary's hand. He glanced over his shoulder at Brad's picture above the piano. "You know, one would think it would be intimidating sitting with a lady with her husband's picture looking down at us, but here it feels comfortable and right. You are an amazing woman, Mary." A horn sounded outside and he stood, tossed off the last swallow of wine, and extended a hand to Mary to help her stand. "Thank you again for a wonderful evening."

Tom wondered if a kiss goodnight would be appropriate, but decided it would not. He would save it for another time, hopefully, but he pulled Mary to him in a half-hug. "Good night. I'll see you in the morning," and quickly he released her and opened the door. With a quick wave to the driver to let him know he was coming he turned and took her hand in both of his. Tenderly he squeezed it and said, "Please tell Stephanie I'm sorry I missed her, and I'll see you tomorrow," and with that he was gone. As he walked away he remembered the soft feeling of Mary in his arm and the extra softness of her breast against him. He wondered if she was braless, and if that meant anything.

Mary watched with moist eyes as the cab drove away and closed the door softly as she felt for the first time the utter emptiness of her house without a man in it.

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"Scoot over on the bed a little bit, Justin, so Rosemary can get in here with us. You know, I hope you are going to get a bigger bed for your room up at 'the house.' A twin just isn't going to cut it."

I shuffled myself over carefully, trying not to allow myself to fall out of her pussy as I moved. I slipped my arm out for Rosemary and hugged her to us. Once again I was reminded just how lucky I am to be loved by two such wonderful women. As I pulled Rosemary close to us her red gold hair mixed in with Stephanie's brown hair and created a lovely blend on my chest and shoulder. I've always heard how jealous women are and how the claws come out, as it were, whenever another pretty woman comes around their men, but with these two it was just the opposite. They both spent their time trying to make certain the other was satisfied, and they enjoyed seeing me pleasuring the other. I certainly had nothing to complain about!

It was interesting to me also how they had no interest in each other sexually, as is so often the case when two women are with one man. They had no problem being nude around each other, and hugs were commonplace, but neither showed any interest in the other sexually. I had no complaints about that at all. Girl on girl stuff never did anything for me. Whatever floats your boat, but for me it just wasn't there. That isn't to say I don't enjoy seeing more than one woman, but just not together, as it were.

It was only a little while before I started to wilt and slip out of Stephanie, and my bed was just not wide enough for the three of us to cuddle side to side, so we had to make a change. I looked at my clock and saw it was only nine forty-five, so going to bed for the night was a little too soon. With no school tomorrow there was no reason to go to bed early anyway, but a quick look out the blinds showed me we didn't want to be going anywhere, either. There were still three TV trucks parked across the street, obviously waiting for the eleven o'clock news to have one more "on location report."

Rosemary came up with the idea of going down to the den to watch a movie on the big screen TV. I'm not much of a movie kind of guy except for Sci Fi or techy kinds of things, and I definitely wasn't in to chick flicks, but I agreed to go with them anyway just to spend time with them. Sometimes a guy has to give a little to keep them happy, and if they were happy it made everything better.

Rosemary started looking through Netflix to see what was playing and started looking in the 'Horror' genre for some reason. Horror movies have never made sense to me. Why do you want to watch something to get scared? I'd rather watch something I can learn from, or at the least be entertained by something funny, but girls seem to like something scary, especially if they are with other girls, or with a guy to reassure them. I really can't tell you what the movie was, but it was one of those slasher movies in a Sorority house, with a lot of partially clothed girls running around and a plot as vapid as most of the actresses. "Hey, Stephie. I'll bet Justin will like this one! He'll see plenty of skin in this!"

Plenty of skin I can do without. Oh, don't get me wrong. I like to look at naked girls, and I have watched my share of porn, but now that I have Rosemary and Stephanie I have found I really don't need it any more and the real thing is so much better. I much prefer what I have, but Rosemary started it and while the credits (as if anyone would want their names attached to it) were running she popped some corn in the microwave and came running back in to join Stephie and me in the love seat.

Now as you know, if you've ever sat in a love seat, they are made for two, and two sitting closely together. That's why they are called 'love seats'. Three of us sitting together naked in a love seat definitely had a lot of skin to skin contact, and I had no place for my arms other than around their shoulders. Not that I minded, mind you! The way they cuddled up against me, especially after the first big scare to start out the show, more huddled than cuddled, my hands dangled at just the right height to cup a breast in each hand. Movie watching suddenly wasn't quite as onerous as I had thought it might be.

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