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. “Sandi wants me to do hers.”

We got to our knees and gave each other a high five. Till now the only anal action had been between Becky and I. We quickly undressed, sitting on the rug when the girls came back downstairs, stark naked. The both carried a few towels as well as tubes of lube.

“I can see there are no secrets down here.” Becky said with a grin.

Becky took overall charge, positioning Sandi and herself, on here knees with there shoulders on the floor, their head close together so they could hold hands, play with each other’s breasts and encourage each other. Peter and I were handed the lube, and took positions behind them. Sandi was excited and aroused, thinking of what was to happen. I could see dewy drops of moisture on her pussy lips,gleaming in the firelight. I reached down drawing a finger through her folds

“As strange as this may sound,” Sandi said, “that’s the wrong hole.”

We all broke down in laughter. When we stopped laughing I began to lube Sandi’s ass, pressing a finger in, stretching her gently. She grunted softly, while she wiggled her ass and moaned.

“Too rough?” I asked, concerned.

“No,” she said, “it just feels different than when I practiced.”

I continued to stroke her gently and slowly, surprised that she wasn’t as tight as when I had tried just a finger tip. I was soon able to add a second finger and more lube. She pulled a towel under her to catch what lube might get away. I stretched her with two fingers even more slowly, beginning to fell her sphincter, tight around my fingers. She was moaning and whining, her ass fairly vibrating. I absently noticed Becky playing with her breasts as she played with Becky’s. They both had happy smiles as they shared the experience. Peter had a look if intense concentration as he fingered Becky’s ass. I was considering putting a third finger partially into Sandi’s ass. She felt ready, but I was unsure.

“Please,” she begged softly, shaking her ass, “put it in me.”

I ran my prick up between her ass cheeks, picking up some overflowing lube, squirted more lube as I pulled out my fingers and slowly pressed the head of my prick into her. She let out a happy sigh as her sphincter gripped me. I held still, spreading lube on the shaft then pressed gently, alert for any indication of pain. By just maintaining pressure, I only slipped a little deeper when she wiggled and pushed back, something Becky had taught me. I had about an inch of the shaft into her when I slowly pulled back and pushed slowly back in.

“More,” she begged, gasping and moaning.

I applied pressure again, a little more than before. Her tight ass gripped me, feeling incredible. With a wiggle and push back she engulfed another half inch or so of my prick. I pulled back again, squirted more lube and pressed slowly in, a little deeper than before. I began slow smooth strokes just a bit deeper each time. She was moaning, gasping, and whining, begging constantly for more of me in her. I kept up the slow strokes, intending to go no deeper for this time. Sandi had other ideas. She kept humping her ass back against me getting a little more of me in her each time. When my balls slapped gently against her pussy she froze for a moment.

“Oh God, yes!” she cried, “That’s so good!, You’re so big!

I began stroking into her ass, still slowly, but full stokes. She got her elbows under her for better leverage, thrusting back at me, demanding more speed. She was babbling for more, faster, and harder. I held back, sure she didn’t really know what she was asking for, but did pick up the pace just a little. Maybe she did know. She would wait till I was about an inch shy of full depth then slam her ass back at me driving down over my prick.

She struggled up to support her self on hands and knees, letting her move more freely. She slammed her ass onto my prick, despite all my efforts to keep things slower. She screamed with each stroke, each louder and higher pitched than the last. I had to hold her hips to keep from being knocked over. My balls tightened and unloaded into her ass. She clamped down hard on my prick squeezing out every drop of cum as she reached her orgasm, screaming until she went silent, her mouth was wide open, like she was trying to scream. Her back arched pulling her hands off the floor. I wrapped an arm around her and kept us from crashing to the floor as we fell over. I was still balls deep in her ass, held so tight I didn’t think I could pull out even if I wanted to. We lay there connected, panting and gasping.

At some point during all this, Peter and Becky had reached a satisfactory conclusion of their own, he looked smug and satisfied, She also looked happy, laying there with his arm around her. Idly toying with a nipple. Sandi reached out, taking Becky’s facein her hands and softly kissing her.

“Thank you.” she whispered.

Becky smiled at her. Sandi was starting to relax a little, letting me begin to pull my prick out of her.

“No!” she cried, trying to reach back to hold me in. “leave it there for a while, you feel so good in me.”

I stopped moving, holding her close. Becky twisted around, kissed Peter, and got up, headed for the downstairs bathroom, he followed her after a moment. My prick was very slowly starting to soften, the cock ring effect, Becky had mentioned once. We cuddled quietly.

“I do good?” I asked softly.

“You have to ask?” she replied, “I have never even imagined anything could feel like that.”

“You did very good.” she said softly, twisting her head around to kiss me.

Becky and Peter returned. She sat on a towel, facing us. My prick has softened enough to slide out on its own. I patted Sandi’s ass and sent her to the bathroom. Becky handed me a wet wash cloth. As I sat up and cleaned myself, she gave me an odd look.

“You have got to be one of the luckiest S O B ‘s in creation.” she said, “To have a girl, who reacts that way to her first anal experience.”

“We had a good coach.” I said

“I’ve never cum like that from anal,” she said, “I’m jealous.”

“Maybe if I pound you like that,” Peter said, grinning

“Oh, god, no,” said Becky, “even with all the extra stretching and a full tube of lube, you almost ruined me. As it is, you’ve spoiled John’s fun in my ass for weeks. I am so stretched out right now . . .”

“Truth be told,” Peter responded, “While it felt crazy good, I’d rather fuck your pussy.”

Sandi rejoined us, copying Becky and sitting on a towel. She had a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin.

“What did I tell you about the first time, young lady?” Becky asked

“But it felt so good and didn’t hurt at all,” Sandi replied, “I’m just a little tender right now.”

“You were probably so overloaded with endorphins,” Becky said, “branding the Declaration of Independence on you in one inch letters would have felt good.”

We chuckled.

“Wouldn’t that be considered cheating when she takes her Civics final?” I asked, deadpan.

We dissolved in laughter.

We talked quietly for a while then made our way upstairs to bed.

Our last Sunday before school started was busy. We performed many chores that normally would have taken place during the following week, clearing the way to hit the ground running when classes started. We knew our classes and homework would take up much of our time.

By the end of the first week, we had become tutors for the Boardman kids attending high school. Jenny, Frank, Bobby, and Maggie would come home with Sandi, crowded into her mustang, to study together until Becky. Peter and I arrived. Sandwiched between our own work, we provided guidance for the younger kids, determined to help them understand their work rather than do it for them.

It was soon apparent that they were all doing better than they had last year. Martha came by, offering to reduce our rent to make the arrangement permanent. She also supported us lavishly with food, as the kids would often eat with us. We added a large free standing blackboard to the dining room and other things until, other than the large table, looked more like a classroom. Being exposed to school work on so many levels from high school freshman to collage freshmen, helped us all, reinforcing old lessons and giving the younger ones a taste of what was ahead of them.

In the beginning, there was a little flirting, but we firmly squelched that. We occasionally provided relationship advice as they made new friends and established relationships with class mates. We adamantly refused to let them bring fiends over or use our house as a dating location.

As the weeks went by, we worked hard, studied hard, and were about as happy as we could be. We hosted Thanksgiving dinner for our families, an unqualified success. Sandi’s dad and Peter’s mother seemed to hit it off. In December, we hosted Christmas dinner and found out Peter and Sandi’s parents were dating. January saw Sandi bringing home her new diploma. We spent a couple of hectic days getting her registered to start collage for the spring semester. We ground through the spring semester, finishing with good grades.

Cal came by to admire the work we had done on the house, complimenting us on the upkeep. He brought along a large evaporative cooler, he called it a swamp cooler. He and the two older boys helped us get it set up. He offered us summer jobs on the farm at a slightly reduced pay scale, but threw in our rent and utilities as a bonus. Sandi and Becky also found full time summer jobs.

I had read, somewhere, that happiness lies in having enough. Not too much, or too little, but just having enough. We had enough. In the summer after our sophomore year, We held a double wedding. Our families and the Boardmans, and Peter’s old boss, George, comprised the guest list. Nothing changed in our living arrangements except the girl’s names.

Peter had an associates degree in agriculture, becoming later Cal’s foreman, Becky took a liberal arts degree, And Sandi, a little later one in music. I pressed on for two more years getting a bachelors degree in engineering. A few years later we made an offer on the house and an acre of land around it. The Boardmans counter offered with a lesser amount, With a little help from parents and a small mortgage, the house was ours.

We were happy. We were content. We had enough.

End