Chapter 11- Confession
She didn't give me time to answer, just repeated, "Frank, right?"
Well, settles that nagging question, or I should say fear. "Completely frank," I say, "I sure would like to suck your nipple while you admire your handiwork."
She giggles, moving up so I can get my mouth on her titty. Her breathing quickly becomes ragged. "God, I love you two so much it hurts. I almost went crazy this week. I'm going to miss you both so terribly, terribly bad."
I stop nibbling. "Josie, I'm so sorry. I know what you mean, because I love you as badly, and you know how Jen feels about us both. We should've told you, but these feelings are new for us as well. Please, hear us out–"
"Um-m-m-m, thought I was in heaven." Jen raises her head, so slick with sweat her hair is sticking to her face. "What are my two lovers talking about?"
"She knows you're my little sister."
"What? How?" Jen squeals, rapidly turning her head to look at Josie.
"In your sexual delirium, it came out," I explain.
"Oh, Josie I'm so sorry." Jen burst in to tears. "You must hate us, but–"
Josie kisses her, and keeps at it until Jen gives up her argument, which isn't long. "Come on, let's take it easy in the spa."
It's a long walk to the spa, and my dick is definitely limp, but I'm in far better shape than poor Jen, sobbing away. I turn the jets on and while getting in Josie lights into us, "Never, never, never ever, and I mean fucking never, never ever, let my mama know about this, or she'll stop it immed–"
"Josie my dearest love, does this mean you'll still be our wife?" Jen asks, stopping her sobs.
"Girlfriend," Josie corrects. "There's no way I can go to California. But, there'll be no other for me. For the longest time I had no idea what I wanted, a man, a woman, neither. Loved the touch of a lady, but yearned for a real dick after a time. And after having some man-dick wanted the loving touch of a lady. Then I met you two, and was completely fulfilled, and have never been happier in my life. As for the brother sister thing, I can use one of mama's talents, ignore it, therefore making it as if it just doesn't even exist. Might even be able to convince my mother on the arrangement with–"
"Then we can all be together," Jen squeals.
"But, that isn't the problem. Promised mama I'd finish my education and I'm getting there, but still at least two years away. Was told most of my classes wouldn't be transferable, so I just can't leave. Mama never wanted me to give up anything for a man, doubt she's going to look at it any differently for a man and woman."
"Paul, do something," Jen begs, nearly sobbing. "I just had the most exquisite time in my life, provided by the two I love most in the world, it can't end like this." She's now crying again, and Josie gives her a hug, letting her cry into her shoulder. "It can't end Paulie, I'll die." She looks up and holds Josie's head. "I've loved Paulie for years, finally got my man and I need him so badly. Sweetie, I love you just as much, I want and need my woman just as bad." Jen is bawling, and Josie holds her tightly.
"Well, some of the courses might not be transferable, however others will be. Can't promise anything, but it might be possible to take those that aren't, here, then the rest there. How many courses are you taking now?"
"I got to work, so it's one at a time and–"
"Well, we can solve that problem easy enough," I cut in. "Could you go full time if you did not have to work?"
"Sure," Josie nods, while rubbing her girl's back, "but mama would have to work more, then I'd have to pay day care, and I've no savings, or–"
"Sweetie, we can take care of all that," Jen offers, popping up off her shoulder, all smiles and wiping the tears away. "We have plenty of money, please let us do this for you."
"No, Baby doll, I can't do–"
"Sweetie, it's not for services rendered." Jen kisses Josie, first on the lips, then all over her face. "I love you, I want to support you. You're my woman, I want to take care of you. I'll go crazy without you, I don't care about money, just want you to be my woman."
"Oh no, mama isn't going for that, even if she would, she don't want Ducky in day care. I work my hours around hers, and she works hers around my school schedule. Occasionally, a neighbor lady watches him, but never more than a day or two a month. It takes us about a day each month to get all the details worked out."
Jen looks at me with pleading eyes, and I shrug. "Would she change her mind if you were a wife, and not a girlfriend? We can–"
"Of course, you can marry Paul," Jen squeals, "and I can be the Mistress."
"Not going to work." Josie shakes her head. "Might've, if I'd told her you were also his girlfriend. But, it'll take years for her to talk to me if she thinks I'm a home wrecker. And she'll beat Paul's ass every time she sees him, guaranteed."
"Jen is right." I grin. "Well, we'll have to leave out the part of you being Jen's woman, but you could be my woman."
"Huh?" Jen shakes her head. "I said that?"
"Sort of. What about just in name only?" I suggest, getting two cute noses to wrinkle up. "I go to Maria, tell her I want to take you as my wife, but obviously can't, seeing as I've a lovely lady already. Nevertheless, I wish to take care of you and your family in a proper manner. It's still done with Mistress' in other countries and–"
"That's silly," Jen cuts in. "It's nothing more than what we're doing now."
"No Baby doll, it might work. Paulie, you're so smart." Josie gives me a big smile, then a kiss. "Like I said, she chooses to ignore certain facts, if that's more convenient for her. I'll have to juggle classes around her work, but we can do–"
"What kind of man would I be if I made my mother-in-law work? She can take care of Ducky, you don't have–"