Can you see how stupid I was? And then I come home and you offer me a threesome to cheer me up. Well, you were right: sex with both of you was great, ...leared my mind and gave me new ideas. I will share my cabin with Karl, and if I am in the mood I will share my bed with him too, why not? He looks lovely. I will keep loving you, but it will be for pleasure only, right? And we can pay a mortgage, move to a nice apartment, buy a sports car, I can buy clothes and shoes again, we will live. That you gave primary thought to your own pleasure is only natural. I didn’t judge myself an overly attentive lover either, for I was rather overwhelmed by eagerness and the beauty of my partner. Why would you criticize yourself for doing the same?”Blushing at his praise, she laid a gentle hand on his forearm. “I don’t. It was beautiful for me as well. I can’t imagine a better partner for my first time either, and I...” She hesitated, struggling against the instinct to mask her feelings. “I. Three weeks ago, on a Saturday, Sean was sitting around one morning studying when I got up and came out to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Now, we are brother and sister, we've been around each other all our lives, are quite comfortable around each other (No, we don't parade around naked, flaunting whatever we might wish to flaunt, no, but we're not Victorian, either.) and Sean was in his boxers and I was in what I often sleep in, panties and bra.Well, that's not quite true, I usually sleep. I wiggled it a little, justplaying."Nice ass," she called after me.When I returned with the sponge she was again seated on the sofasipping wine. She watched me lasciviously as I blotted at the spill."Not like that. No woman moves like that," she said as she put herglass down and stepped around the table to me. She grabbed the spongeand demonstrated."Bend at the waist. Legs stay straight."I took the sponge and did as she had done. She pushed down on my back."Bend at the waist. Keep your legs.