Goodnight My Love – Part 3
“Oh, Kevin, I don’t want you to be in the dog house. I just want you to take good care of yourself, for me… and for Sandra, I… we want you to be here for us for a very long time.”
“Yes, of course, that’s why you beat the snot out of me. It makes perfect sense to me,” I teased. But her face fell and I was instantly sorry I’d said it. I handed the Sushi tray to Sandra then took the tea tray from Saki and set it on the bench next to me. I took both her hands and stood up. She came up with me. I kissed her fingers then put my arms around her.
She returned my embrace and said, “If you really liked it, I could arrange to do it regularly.”
“I think I’ll take a pass on that. I would rather do this… um, regularly.”
“What, Sweetie? What would you rather do?” she asked as though she had no idea.
I nuzzled her ear and whispered, “I would rather hold you in my arms.”
It was suddenly very quiet. Saki held me very tight for a moment then let go. She pushed me gently back onto the bench. Reluctantly, I let her. She was blushing deeply and I guessed that she must have felt my erection. She busied herself with the tea tray, offering it first to Sandra and then to me. We sipped the tea in companionable silence and I found its pleasant astringency calming. My traitor dick lay in wait biding his time.
Begin Part 3
Refreshed, I sat musing. I placed my empty tea bowl on the tray then sat back to reflect on the sudden changes the day had brought. We were all quiet for a while. I slipped my arms around Sandra and Saki. They moved closer and put their arms around my shoulders. Something about that moved me and made me think about how much I loved both of them. Suddenly, I did not want the day to end without telling them so but I could not find the right words to say what was in my heart.
On impulse, I disengaged and traded my warm place between them for Nao’s stool. Saki and Sandra slid together on the bench. The leftover hot towels were still very comfortably warm. I took one of the still steamy hand towels and began to wash Saki’s feet. Nao-san, always watchful, must have seen me. She brought a couple of thick, fluffy towels and set them on the bench next to Saki. They were warm but dry. Saki was watching me carefully. Her almond eyes were half closed and I could not read her expression. Her feet were small and delicate. For the first time I realized that they were very beautiful. I dried her feet with one of the towels Nao-san had brought. When I was finished, I slipped off the stool to my knees. Raising each foot in my hands, one at a time, I kissed them and then I kissed her pretty knees. I felt her fingers in my hair and goose bumps shot down my arms as I heard her whisper, “Oh, sweet boy.” Seated on the stool again, I turned to Sandra and felt her eyes on me as I lifted her foot into my lap. I gave Sandra as careful and loving attention as I had given Saki. When I had dried and kissed her feet, I just sat there on the stool looking at their beautiful feet.
Saki asked, quietly, “What’s going on with you, Kev-chan?”
“Should we be worried about you, Baby Brother?”
I glanced up at them, blinking back tears. I tried to smile and made a bad job of it.
“I don’t know how to say what I’m feeling. I just…” it trailed off.
They slid forward on the bench, took my hands, and tried together to hug me. The tenderness of their affection made something inside me give way. I could not hold back the tears. I think that spooked them. They fussed over me and if I hadn’t been feeling like crap, their lavish attentions would have been terrific.
With their arms around me, I whispered, “I love you.”
Saki snickered and asked, “Is he talking to our feet or to us?”
“Ask him, he’s right here.”
I ignored that and said, “I love you both more than I know how to tell you.”
“What you did just now, Kevin, speaks more eloquently than words.”
“It was also very hot, Kev-chan. No one has ever made me feel so – feminine.”
I lifted their hands to my lips and kissed them, pressed them to my cheeks. The thorn in my chest was back and I ached to hold them, touch them – make love to them.
“I’m… I’m sorry that I’m such a mess. It must be a real pain in the ass to have me under foot all the time, looking after me and putting up with my adolescent crap.”
Both of them sat back and folded their arms, frowning. My heart sank and I was afraid the foot kissing had been too much. They were very quiet for a moment.
“Saki, I think you may need to drag his worthless, scruffy ass out back and beat the snot out of him again. I would be tempted to do it myself but you are much better at it than I am.”
“If I thought for one second that it would actually do any good, we would already be headed out the back door.”
I knew they were in teasing mode because their smiles had not entirely disappeared but there was something else in their voices, something not quite covered by their mock sternness. There was a hint of apprehension. I was about to say something else stupid when I felt Nao-san’s hand on my shoulder.
“Not good idea to put both feet in mouth at same time. Go take shower.”
Nao-san sat on the stool and patted the girl’s knees. “What’s the matter with you two, why you tease him so hard? Don’t you know that the boy is in love with you, both of you?” She tapped her forehead. “In here he is very sharp, still boy but he grow into man very fast.” She touched her heart. “Here he is man already. He has very big heart even for man. He adores you. He would do anything you ask and more. I think he would give life for you if need.” She took their hands and squeezed them. “No one will ever love you as much or as selfless as he does. You be very careful not to break his heart. Remember he is still boy, like puppy he wants only to please – he sit, roll over, fetch stick – and all for small token of approval. He is not puppy. Do not make him beg for your approval or your affection. He aches in his heart for love of you.”
“Momma, we know that he loves us both with all his heart. We’ve known that for some time. We also know that he is easily wounded by our disapproval. He usually knows when we are teasing him. We love him. We would never deliberately hurt him or break his heart.”
“Very good, now go make fuss over him.”
I went to the guest room that the three of us shared whenever Sandra and I stayed over. It was dressed out Japanese style but it was more like a sitting room or den than a bedroom. That was largely do to the way Japanese rooms are laid out. A traditional Japanese bedroom has no bed. The futon is spread out on the floor for sleeping but kept stored away when not in use. The floor consists of thick tatami (rice straw) mats. There are low cabinets and chests of drawers along the outside wall. There is usually no closet; however, this one had a large walk-in. Cabinet space was not used up by clothing. There was also a small Hokkaido style fireplace in one corner.
I selected three CDs of Koto music then set the switch to pipe the music into the main bath. I went into the closet, stripped my cloths off, and slipped into a thick, oversized terry robe. On a hanger were the navy kimono jacket and cotton shorts that I usually wore. I took them and a couple of large bath sheets with me to the bathroom.
The bathroom was designed to be the best of both worlds, western and Japanese. The commode was strictly western and surrounded by a shoji (rice paper) screen to afford some privacy. The tub was a large tiled Japanese communal tub. It was filled with mineral water and heated. No one went in without scrubbing off the dirt first. There was also a heavy-duty filtration system.
The shower was a huge stainless steel and glass cabinet called a “waterfall” shower. That, of course was its distinctive feature. The last corner of the room was also enclosed by shoji. It served as linen closet and massage room. It was fully equipped. I hung my cloths in the massage room then dropped the terry robe on the floor. At the control panel, I set two of the showerheads to warm mist. I stepped into the shower and I sat on the bench between them. I activated the waterfall.
That’s where they found me.
I did not hear them come into the bathroom. When I heard the latch to the shower door click, a thick cloud of steam filled the cabinet and the glass door was fogged. I had not turned on the room lights. The shower had its own lights, which I had set to dim. The door slid open about a foot. I was bemused to see two pair of eyes one above the other. The warm water falling on me in sheets had pushed me toward a state of torpor. It had been a long, physically draining day, then Sandra, then Saki. That is probably why I did not remember that I was naked. It never even crossed my mind.
Saki stepped into the shower wearing only a pair of cotton knit, drawstring shorts, and a shy smile. Her small, well-formed breasts were absolutely lovely. She carried a wooden pail of hot soapy water and a sponge – a real sponge. Sandra followed Saki into the shower and closed the door. She too was wearing little more than her good looks. She reached over my head, turned off the waterfall and both showerheads. One breast pressed into my cheek, so I turned my head and kissed it. Sandra did not pull away.
Saki saw the kiss and offered her own dark rose nipples for kissing. I was very tempted to do more than kiss them. Her nipples were erect. I nuzzled and kissed them both. She groaned with pleasure.
Sandra also carried a sponge and a squeeze bottle of mineral water. I had nearly drifted off to sleep. Even in their nubile presence, I was still very lethargic. My stupid dick was at about half-mast but did not stir.
Sandra and Saki sat on the bench and put their arms around me. Their skin was soft and cool against my overheated flesh. They kissed my cheeks then splashed cold water in my face.
“Are you still with us Kev-chan?”
“My kisses weren’t a clue?” I growled.
“Let’s get Mr. Grumpy scrubbed down and then onto the table, OK Saki?”
Sandra pressed her breast to my mouth again. I parted my lips to caress the tip of her nipple with the tip of my tongue. I closed my lips and sucked gently. I had never done that before. Sandra looked surprised then closed her eyes savoring the sensations. From deep in her throat, I heard a ragged, “Ohhh.”
I turned to Saki and then drew one of her hard nipples into my mouth, sucking and chewing gently. The effect on her was instant and electric. With her hand on the back of my head, she pressed my face into her breast. I drew back and moved to the other breast. I thought she would collapse.
“Oh golly, Squirt, how did you get to be so clever?”
“How indeed?” asked Sandra. “Has someone been teaching you naughty tricks?”
I just smiled and shook my head. I did not tell them it was Nao-san.
That’s when Saki got a good look at the little monster. Her hand had dropped into my lap. Unthinking, her fingers had closed around my penis before she realized what she was doing. My traitor dick stood right up and tried to kiss her.
“Oh, my gosh! Oh, Kev-chan, I’m so sorry. Golly, you really aren’t a boy anymore.”
She might have been sorry but she was in no hurry to let go or to look away. Finally, with a sigh, Saki left off fondling my stiffy. She seemed reluctant to let go of me. Frankly, I was nearly heart broken when she did. I could think of nothing I wanted more at that moment than for her to finish what she started. Admittedly, it was my dick doing the thinking.
I heard Sandra sigh deeply, and then she said, “No he isn’t, not for a very long time now. This past year it’s been all I could do to keep from sneaking into his bed and jumping his bones.”
The black thorn sticking in my chest wrenched hard and I groaned in pain. I was suddenly very afraid that if Saki knew how I felt about Sandra, her affection for me would wither and sour into disgust and loathing.
“Oh Patches, no, don’t.”
“Don’t what, Kevin?” she whispered. “Don’t love you? Don’t yearn for your touch? Don’t tell Saki how much I love you and want you? Kevin, Saki already knows how I feel about you. We both love you, Kevin so much that it hurts. We both know how much you love us.”
“Honto, (It’s true) Squirt, we do.”
They sat me on a wooden stool in the center of the cabinet. Saki loaded her sponge with hot soapy water and began scrubbing my back. Sandra popped the nipple of the squeeze bottle and offered it to me.
“Here, suck on this and keep cool.”
I wasn’t quite sure how to read that but the ice-cold water hit the spot. I drank it down and then gave myself to their tender ministrations. I had been naked with them many times before. Saki and Nao-san had a very casual and Japanese attitude toward such things. Over time, Sandra and I had lost our inhibitions with them. That said I was sixteen, plain white wallpaper made me horny. Sandra and Saki were both strikingly beautiful.
Now, Nao-san, of course, was a fully mature drop-dead-in-the-street gorgeous. She was a widow these past ten years, devoting herself to Saki and her best friends, Sandra and me. The very first time I had become aroused looking at her, she had noticed, smiled warmly and nodded her approval.
It was my sixteenth birthday then and my dick was so hard it hurt. The girls and I were splashing around in the big mineral tub. Sandra was twenty then and Saki would be eighteen the following month. I already had a fondness for looking at Saki and Sandra in the buff but when Nao-san had opened her kimono and let it fall down her body in a silken whispery cascade, the little monster had jumped to attention and saluted. I stood up gaping at her as she slid into the tub with us. She had embraced and fondled me. She encouraged me to fondle her.
In hindsight, I think the girls were just a little miffed that Nao-san had stolen their thunder. Sandra and I were staying over. My erection was in no hurry to subside and I did not care much for masturbation.
Lying on the futon between the girls was not conducive to sleep. I’d slipped my hands into their panties. Their vaginas were wet, hot, and open. In no time, they were both moaning and panting breathlessly. All the while, they pretended to be asleep.
Frustrated, I’d gotten up and gone to the bathroom. I didn’t really need to relieve myself. My intense and continuous arousal had me frustrated. Nao-san found me there.
She had taken the little monster in hand and silently led me to her room.
Now, three horny people, naked, in a small enclosed space with a pail of hot soapy water and a couple of sponges is a mix that will at some point involve some rather intimate touching. Sandra squeezed a dab of floral shampoo into her hand. Standing behind me, she began to wash my hair. Saki was now soaping my front. I found myself in an intense state of sexual anticipation. Finally, they rinsed me off with several pails of very warm water. Turning one of the shower heads to pulse they stood me under it.
I put my arms around them and hugged them. The feel of their skin against me made me dizzy with want. I found Saki’s mouth first and kissed her as deeply and passionately as I knew how. She returned it with equal heat, her little tongue dancing into my mouth. Then she ceded my lips to Sandra.
Sandra’s passion was unrestrained. As she sucked my tongue into her mouth, Saki’s fingers closed around my penis again. My fingers found their quim and probed their wet, hot depths. This was the first time that I had touched Sandra or Saki quite so intimately in a very long time. Rather quickly, I found myself in sensory overload. I came in Saki’s hand, I came, and I came until she had milked me dry and still my groin contracted. The intensity of it stunned me. I think they were too.
Someone turned on a warm mist then we collapsed in each other’s arms on the floor of the shower cabinet. If I was going to die, I was going to die very happy. I kissed, fondled, licked, and sucked every part of them that I could reach. They groaned, giggled, and gasped with pleasure. The finger and toe sucking though seemed to move them deeply. I did not eat them out, as I wanted to save that for later.
I did not know how much longer I could obey Nao-san’s injunction against intercourse. They were so very ripe and I was growing desperate with want. I didn’t want simply to find some willing girl to service my need. I knew that there were such girls. Hell, I knew such girls. Two of them from Sunday school had frequently signaled their willingness to “fool around” with me. They were puzzled when I did not extend to them the same easy affection that they saw between Saki and me.
One of them, Casey Brannon, had invited me to her house to see their new big screen TV and their hot tub. She’d made it sound like a group thing, a party. Sandra had urged me to go. It was in fact an ambush. She and Kathy Smith were the whole party. They were also the party favors. Casey had met me at the door in sandals, black-lace thong and wet T-shirt. Kathy was waiting for us in the hot tub naked. For one minute, I thought about having it on with both of them. I made a hasty retreat. Later I’d told Sandra about the set up and how hard it had been to make myself leave.
“What made you turn them down, Kev?”
“I knew that neither one of them could keep her mouth shut.”
It may have only been a few minutes that we lay there in each other’s arms. They had together brought me to climax twice more. Altogether, that was four times today. Totally spent, all I could think about was that when they had gone to sleep, Nao-san would open her kimono to me. She would teach me something new and then fuck my brains out.
I felt them lifting me to my feet. I tried to cooperate.
I was still in sensory overload and their wet, warm flesh against mine seemed bent on keeping me there. I slipped and fell back on the tiles pulling them down on top of me in a wriggling pile of giggles. My tractor dick is nothing if not an opportunist. Finding himself snugly pressing into a pair of hot, wet, and open pussy lips, the little monster tried his best to make entry. Sandra looked startled, and then grinned as she rolled off me.
Saki straddled my hips pinning my errant dick under her. She too was hot and wet. She looked directly into my eyes as she rocked her pelvis sliding back and forth on the underside of my stiffy.
“Do you believe it; he’s still as hard as stone?”
“… And still as horny as when we started.”
“His naughty hands are all over me.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“He still has that stupid grin on his nasty face.”
That did it!
“Hold on,” I quipped dryly, “Nasty face, stupid grin, naughty hands; do I take it that you are complaining about my attentions to your provocative proximity and shameless state of undress after enjoying them for – what, the last hour?”
“We were too polite to complain before but now you’re trying to go too far.”
“Not to mention that you’re wearing us out.”
“Excuse me, but you’re the ones sitting on my dick. If you keep that up, Saki-chan, it’s going to get very messy and you are unprotected.”
With great difficulty, she made herself stop frigging herself on my dick. They looked at each other. Then they looked at me. In their eyes, I saw naked hunger and lust.
Saki glanced at Sandra, “A gentleman masher?”
“No, not a masher, a gentle and considerate lover,” Sandra replied and then she kissed me, really kissed me. It was soft and gentle. I felt her tears falling on my face. She finally ceded my lips to Saki, who whispered, “Honto, so desu.” (Yes, he is.)
Still sitting on my dick, she bent forward to lie on my chest. Her kiss too was slow and loving. She took my mouth with an easy and familiar passion. I caressed her wherever I could reach with slow and gentle strokes. Sandra knelt beside us and taking one of my hands pressed it to her breasts.
The mood had gone serious. They disentangled themselves, and then together helped me to my feet. We rinsed off again and turned on the drying fan. Sandra hugged me as Saki went to retrieve the bath sheets from the warmer. My mouth found hers. Her kiss taught me that it need not be a frenetic game of tonsil hockey in order to be hot, passionate and loving.
End, Part 3
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