It Gets Complicated After That

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I awoke on that Saturday with my sisters in my bed. I awoke each with a kiss on the cheek.... They were then AWAKE.

We c.a.r.e.s.sed each others' bodies. I marveled at how soft and silky their skin was. What was surprising was how much muscle was beneath that beautiful surface. From my time with my mother, I knew that there were other p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e centers on a woman's body than her b.r.e.a.s.ts and between her legs. I touched each of those areas repeatedly with my tongue and fingers. Before too long they were m.o.a.ning with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. First Brittany gave Ashley a huge o.r.g.a.s.m with deft movements of her tongue. Ashley returned the favor with Brittany. I then brought Ashley off with my tongue, then Brittany... Before the glow faded, I urged her astride me. I kissed and c.a.r.e.s.sed Brittany until she was a puddle of arousal... She soon put me in her.

Brittany got this determined look on her face, then slammed downward. The determination gave way to p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e... She slowly raised up and then down. Before long she was going up and down quickly... with a smile on her face. I matched her downs with an thrust upward. I noted that she was holding Ashley's hand. I reached over and slid my hand slowly up Ashley's n.a.k.e.d t.h.i.g.h. She instinctively opened her legs. I began matching my thrusts with my strokes between Ashley's legs. Brittany was oblivious. I like to think that we all o.r.g.a.s.med at once, but that is not what happened. My o.r.g.a.s.m was earthshattering. Brittany cried out and arched upward in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Ashley didn't make a noise, but she pulled my hand away. When Brittany was spent, she collapsed onto me. She lay on my c.h.e.s.t breathing hard. I said, "Brittany, I love you. Not because we just made love, but because you are Brittany Shrike and that makes you are a very special person." Her eyes got very big, then she started crying.

"I love you Taegan. You're the only person in the world who sees me as Brittany instead of Ashley's twin sister."

Before I knew what was happening, Ashley pulled Brittany off me and said urgently, "Honey, I wish you could stop acting that way. Taegan is right, you are such an impressive person." She hugged her. Their b.r.e.a.s.ts rubbing together in a very pleasing way.

"I'm just so tired of being third," Brittany said.

I was aroused again.

"I'm... Brittany, I don't know what brought this on, but I want you to notice that I chose you to go first." She blinked. "Did you think I was lying two weeks ago? Without you, Ashley would be unable to get most anything done. Without you, the three of us could not stay together. You know how to make a house a home. Ashley and I are too hard. We don't have the knack. We need you. We don't just want you."

After a while, Ashley said impishly, "He wasn't kidding. Just seeing us n.a.k.e.d and embracing making him stand up... tall... Think I should do something about that?"

Brittany, wiping her eyes said, "Yes, I think you should."

"Do you mind if I brought you off with my hand while he makes me come?" Brittany nodded, then lay down beside me. Ashley got astride me and without preamble she thrust me inside her. "Oh, God, Taegan, that feels so GOOD. I always thought it was going to hurt like a bee sting the first time."

Brittany said with faux petulance, "Less talking, more action."

Ashley put her hand between Britanny's legs and then started thrusting up and down. She got her strokes with Brittany to match her thrusts with me. I made an effort to match each downwards thrust with an upward one. The lovemaking went on for what seemed an eternity of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Finally Ashley screamed in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, followed closely by Brittany. I hadn't come. "Taegan, that was Soooo good. I can't believe how good that was."

I put my hands on either side of her face and captured her gaze. "I love you, Ashley Shrike. You are a cold, harsh woman, but I still love you. Don't ever leave us... We both need you."

I had hit her in the heart. She tried to make light of it. "I don't know what to say. Taegan, you have friends I have... You're the only man I could ever love. Don't leave me." I flexed my p.e.n.i.s. "What was that?"

I started flexing it rhythmically. A look of bliss suffused her face. "Want another o.r.g.a.s.m?... Work with me." She started going up and down, except this time, in rhythm to my flexings. She came again and collapsed on my c.h.e.s.t. This time I did o.r.g.a.s.m. "Brittany, don't be jealous. I didn't come the first time with Ashley." I caught Ashley's eye. "The second time was as beautiful as you are." She frowned. I blinked. "Are you telling me that you don't believe you are beautiful?" They both nodded with confusion on their faces. "Well, it probably doesn't matter... I think you are both extremely beautiful. My opinion should count more than any other."

Brittany said in a small voice, "You really think we're beautiful."

I had heard about this condition before... A beautiful girl for whatever reason could not accept that she was beautiful. "I think you two are 11's on a scale of 1 to 10... You did know that I try to avoid lying to you didn't you?"

You have to imagine this scene. I have this beautiful girl astride me. Another beautiful girl is in the same bed. They are both claiming not to be beautiful... God has a weird sense of humor.

The rest of the day and into the night was an idyll. I think we fell asleep about 10pm...

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Sometime after that an alarm went off... A security alarm. For a reason that escapes me now, I had bought an app that did something crazy. The app measured house electricity, the number of bars available and whether the land line was working. The last one required me to plug a wire from my regular phone to my recharging smart phone.

I fumbled past Brittany on my left and checked the land line... Dead... I pushed the button under the upper left hand phone support which was in a recess... Then I pressed a preset number on the speed dial. A man's voice very promptly said, "This is Thunderbolt Security. How may I help you?"

"This is Taegan Shrike of 12897 Rockberry Lane, policy 77654. Please check and see if the guards on duty at my house have detected anything wrong."

"Hmm... Mr. Shrike, I have no guards on duty at your location for the weekend... I do not read anything wrong on our sensors."

"Sir, the house electricity is off, the regular landline is down and my cell phone reads no bars. If your alarm has not gone off, then something is wrong. I want you to send someone to our address right now."

"Certainly, sir. A unit will arrive in... about five minutes."

"Okay. I will leave this on until they arrive." I got up and opened a wardrobe I had never really expected to open again. A few years back I had gotten involved with a gamer club. I had bought some thermal blankets that were guaranteed to defeat thermal imagining technology... assuming you did not move. I said loudly, "Brittany, Ashley, get out of bed and wrap yourselves in these blankets. I think we have some thieves in the house. Security has been called, but we need to hide until security gets here." I was astonished when both of them did as I demanded. I positioned them on either side of the door. I took out a pair of night goggles from the trunk and checked how they looked... Not too bad. I hefted three human sized bear toys I had bought in the same period and dumped them in the bed one by one. I felt around and turned on their heaters... hoping that their batteries were still good. Anyone using infrared was going to see three heat sources on the bed.

I went to my night stand dragging a third thermal blanket. I unhooked my smart phone and turned on the light app. By the wan light, I opened my bedside table drawer, got out the Grizzly Mark V and slotted in its magazine. I chambered a round and flipped off the safety. I locked my bedroom door as I went to the third window in my room and gathered the thermal blanket around me. The glaring security lights were out. I peeped outside in time to see an eighteen-wheeler pull in followed by a large truck. The landscape below was illuminated by the moon and nothing else.

Someone tried to open the door to my room.

Nothing happened for a moment, then the door burst open and two guys started shooting up the bed with guns with silencers on them. Before they could look around I shot each man twice in the neck. The sound of the .50 was like a cannon in the closed room. I had trained three years to make those shots and I did it without breaking my wrist.

I didn't want to, but... there was no choice.

I shed the blanket and ran over and moved the bodies to the hall. Even in the green light of the infrared goggles the blood was excessive. My body was quickly coated with the stuff. Their heads were barely attached to their bodies. The bodies settled in the hall like marionettes whose strings had been severed. I closed the doors on them... Then I pulled a metal bar from the floor and latched it to the hinges of my door. I did the same from the top. Now... Anyone trying to get in was going to have to demolish the door to do it. I quickly went over to the phone. I said, "If you have not guessed, shots have been fired. Two of the opposition are dead. An eighteen-wheeler and a large truck have pulled in back of my house. Call 911. Get me some help. These guys broke into my bedroom and shot up my bed."

"Yes, sir. I will inform our agents en route and call 911."

I went to the third window and looked outside. I asked, "Do either of you have any ideas except waiting for help?"

Brittany said, "Taegan, if the cell phones are down, then someone has to be doing some jamming. Do you think the second truck could hold the equipment to do that?"

"Yeah, I think that's why there is no cell phone service." I watched as a white car came around from the front. The car stopped. The moment seemed to freeze in time... Their headlights were the only source of illumination except now I realized that there were men running around out there with flashlights. How I had missed them before I do not know. I saw the Thunderbolt Security logo on the side of the white car. Before the two men inside could pile out, the glass in their windshield spalled. Their blood spatter the inside of the windshield. "Great... We have a sniper out there somewhere... Time to break out the Red Rider BB Gun." I started crawling across the floor to my closet.

"You and that gun," said Ashley in disgust. "Didn't anyone tell you that a weapon like that is for two inchers... You don't need it."

Inside my closet, I tripped the switch that revealed the gun safe. I lifted the goggles. By the light of my smart phone I dialed the combination and opened it. "If that isn't Black Bart and his gang out there, then who is it?" I lowered the goggles. I started crawling back to the third window with my M82A2 and a bag of ammunition. Along the way, I handed a .32 and some binoculars to Ashley at the first window. At the second window, I handed Britanny a .38 and binoculars.

"Ashley, he has a point... Taegan, how that gun is going to destroy the jammer, I am not sure. You'd have to start a fire or something... Hey! Wait! Our landline is down. The neighbors' landlines are not. If we start shooting everything and its dog, the neighbors will dial 911 and we can get a SWAT team in here quickly," said Brittany.

I looked through the window with the binoculars and tried to guess where the sniper was. From the angle of the shot, he had to be... "All right. We need to break the glass with the butts of our guns.. The sniper is off to our left and a little higher than this floor. The walls are three feet thick marble. Raise the blinds, break the glass, then hit the floor... One... two.. three..." My window broke easily. Ashley had to try again... There was a TWACK of a bullet hitting the wall on the other side of the room followed by too much glass cascading down on Ashley. "What is going to happen is that I am going to shoot the truck which is off to our right. You are going to watch for movement off to the left." I backed up a bit and loaded the rifle with incendiary rounds. Each magazine had a decal that identified it even with my goggles on. My rifle was not sticking out of the window. I got the truck in my sights,... focused down and fired all ten rounds one after another into the truck trying to hit

the gas tank. The truck caught on fire. (I learned later that I had holed the gas tank. I had also holed a five gallon plastic canister of gasoline that they had brought to power a portable generator. A stack of paper caught fire and set off the gasoline fumes in first the canister, then the gas tank.)

A series of shots crashed through the window I was shooting from and hit the floor to my right. Brittany said excitedly, "Got him. He's in a tree about a hundred feet thataway. It's the one with four big forks. Remember when we were six and you climbed it and got your foot caught in one of the forks." She was right. That tree and I had never gotten along.

Now was payback. I was going to shoot through the tree and kill the guy. I loaded a magazine with .50 BMG and prepared to cut the tree into pieces. I put an extra magazine in my mouth.

The people with the flashlights started shooting at my window with unsilenced weapons. I scooted over to Brittany's position. I set the extra magazine where I could find it and raise the rifle. I saw the tree through the scope and then saw that he was completely covered... except his foot. Without thinking, I shot his foot. He fell... to be saved by an anchor line. The glass was showering down on us from shots from below. The sniper swung back and forth behind the trunk. The noise from the firing was now deafening. The next time the sniper swung into view I fired three times at his c.h.e.s.t. (I found out later that I hit him twice.) I was in the bubble. All sounds I heard or smells I smelled or whatever were there to tell me where the enemy was.

Someone tried to break in my door. I took a snap shot through the door. Someone screamed. Bullets from the other side started hitting the door without getting through. I was in the groove. I shot back three times... The gunfire from the other side of my door stopped.

I crawled back a bit, changed magazines, popped up five times, shooting each time... hitting four people. The goal was to avoid sticking the gun barrel out the window. By shooting out the window while standing and aiming downward I avoided being shot by stray bullets. I crawled back to where I had left the ammunition and by the light of my phone, I chose a magazine of spent uranium bullets... I popped up and shot up the engine of the eighteen-wheeler... That thing wasn't going anywhere after that.

I lay on the floor breathing hard. Rifles like the M82A2 can punish your shoulder like nothing else. My ears were ringing. Raising and lowering the goggles was giving me a headache. I dialed 911 on my cell phone. The woman answered with, "911, what is the nature of your emergency?"

"This is Taegan Shrike. I am at 12897 Rockberry Lane. Shots have been fired. A vehicle is on fire. Please send the police, a fire truck, an EMT unit and the coroner's wagon."

"Police have been dispatched. Please stay on the line until they get there."

"No chance, ma'am. I'm running for the woods. Some of my friends will come and pick me up. These people are desperate to kill my a.s.s... Two agents of Thunderbolt Security are already dead." I pressed End and crawled to my closet. I put away the M82A2 and emptied its ammunition's pouch. I filled it with magazines for my gun and the guns I had given the twins. I got my Grizzly and put it in the pouch. I got out the scaling rope and three sets of gloves. The back of my hand brushed the briefcase with my winnings from a couple of weeks back. On impulse I took that and set it to the right of the closet. I closed and locked the safe, then closed and locked the panel, so anyone coming into my closet could not easily see that a panel existed. Anyone tapping the walls would find solid on the other side of the wall. I straightened my hanging clothes and closed the closet.