Friends and Lovers

playful lover with all of us. There were even a few times that she'd come to MY room to sleep, when she was staying the night. She even quit saying anything to me about playing with her nipples, and how much time my hand spent on her butt.

It was coming up on Labor day when Mom and Dad let Sis and me know that the two of them were going to take a couple of days during the holiday weekend to have themselves a brief vacation. I wasn't particularly surprised when Sis asked if she could have Nadia and Jade over to visit; what DID get my attention was that she asked if it was okay for the entire time that Mom and Dad would be gone.

They said they'd have to think about it, and Sis was a little anxious until they told her the next day that it was okay -' provided the other parents were okay with it, knowing that Mom and Dad wouldn't be home.

I wouldn't have thought it possible, but both sets of parents were actually okay with the planned visit -' and even called Mom and Dad to say so. Jade and Nadia both turned up before Mom and Dad were supposed to leave, and both of them were effusive in their thanks.

After Mom and Dad left, things stayed pretty composed for a couple of hours as the three of them meandered around the house -' possibly in case Mom and Dad came back for some reason or other. Once all three of them were sure that it was just us, they didn't dawdle about shedding their clothes -' and then promptly started harassing me into doing the same.

The three of them had been playfully fondling and groping each other (and me, when they got the chance) ever since they'd gotten naked shortly after lunch. When we'd dealt with the supper dishes, they settled down for some*serious* molestation and debauchery. Sis got out the blanket we kept in the family room for whenever one of us was home sick, and wanted to lay on the couch and watch TV -' except that Sis spread it out in the middle of the floor after pushing back enough furniture to make room for it. In nothing flat, all three of them were in a tangle on the floor.

I managed to stay out of the way and quiet enough that all of them completely forgot about me, giving me the privilege of witnessing something that I still treasure in my memories: three young, nubile, attractive, and very sexy girls dedicated to the idea of sexually enjoying themselves and each other as much as they could, and giving each other as many orgasms as they could withstand. About the only thing they*didn't* do was break out a box of sex toys and a bottle of cooking oil -' and I sincerely believe that if they'd had the former or thought of the latter, they'd have included them.

The first thing to happen was the three of them forming a circle on the floor, each with her head between someone else's legs so they could engage in a leisurely session of arousing and pleasing each other before orgasms started making the rounds. After they'd recovered, they reversed positions and did it all again. Following that, two of them would team up to tease and torment the third into what were plainly powerful climaxes. Next on their agenda seemed to be something that put me in mind of the phrase 'two earthworms making love': the three of them intertwined and wriggling around in ever-changing configuration as they used hands, mouths, fingers, and anything else that could help with the kissing, touching, sucking, fingering, licking, groping, and general fondling of anything and everything of interest on each other. It didn't take long before the mixed aromas of three highly aroused females was wafting in the air. It served nicely to emphasize the assorted moans, groans, gasps, sighs, and other sounds of pleasure and release that emanated from the tangle of female flesh before me.

I was already all too aware of the ability of women to orgasm harder and more often than guys could, but the point was driven home with a vengeance by the time they were done. It was over three hours before they finally fell apart. Between the time they first collected on the floor and when they were 'just' three satiated females, I would guesstimate that each of them must have had a dozen orgasms – at least.

Seeing them, and knowing what condition they had to be in after what I'd witnessed, I went into the kitchen and made some snacks for all of them. Those were added to several sodas, and I took the assorted refreshments back into the family room where they were starting to exhibit signs of life again. When they saw what I'd done, all three thanked me profusely as they re-hydrated and re-energized. I was also willing to sit on the floor with them when they asked, since I figured the danger had passed.

As the three of them chatted about different things, I kept looking at each of them and marveling at the life I had. First of all, I had the great fortune to have Janet as my sister. Intelligent, loving, affectionate, thoughtful, attractive, and so much more, I knew that there was a bond between her and I that could never be broken -' and I was glad of it. I knew how lucky I was to have Mom and Dad as my parents, so that Sis and I would grow up the way we did, loving and trusting each other completely.

Watching Nadia, I could easily understand why she was one of Janet's best friends. Though she wasn't as intelligent as Sis, Nadia made up for it with a willingness (even eagerness) to learn anything she could from anybody she met. As friendly and sociable as anyone I knew, she also had the courage to stand up for what she thought was right while having the rare ability to not tell people 'I told you so'. Hers was a simple, basic prettiness that made her nice to look at without making her somehow unapproachable.

Looking at Jade, there was no escaping how incredibly beautiful she was. But for anyone that was willing to look closer and deeper, there was a loyal, helpful, smart, and playful person to enjoy being with. Since the four of us had gotten started with each other, she'd become even more outgoing, and had demonstrated a mischievous sense of humor that the rest of us delighted in. Her beauty was actually something of a burden for her, since it often caused other girls to dislike her, and guys hesitant to approach her. She knew she was pretty, but didn't consider that any reason she should get any kind of special treatment -' good or bad.

Of course, I had to check out my own navel, too. I knew that I was honest, and tried my best to be fair to and with other people; I tried to avoid confrontation if it was possible, but wasn't afraid to make a stand about something if I figured it was called for, either. I wasn't always as friendly and helpful as I wanted to be, but I kept trying to get better about it. I was loyal to those that I thought deserved it, and willing to listen to what other people had to say to me until such time as I (reluctantly) decided that they were just assholes -' at which point I stopped paying any attention to them. I knew that I was loving and affectionate, and didn't figure that it made me any less of a 'man'. I could be as patient as I needed to be with anyone that was honestly *trying*, and was smart enough that I could actually do a fair job of putting myself in someone else's place and understanding their point of view. I supposed I was nice-looking enough, though Sis and Nadia and Jade had all told me it was better than that.

When I came out of my little reverie, all three of them were looking at me expectantly. Realizing I'd missed something, I told them 'Sorry, I was off in la-la land. What was it again?'

It was Nadia that told me 'Jade just said there was something important she wanted to ask you.'

Looking at her, I could see that Jade was nervous about something, and told her 'I'm sorry – really. What was it you wanted to ask?'

After looking around at all of us, she said 'Before I can ask, there's something I probably need to explain. Well, a couple of things, I think. You all know my mom is Chinese, and she married my dad while he was working in Hong Kong, and we lived there until it was time for my older brother to start school; that's when Daddy got his company to transfer him back here. My dad isn't so bad about it, but my mom is almost crazy about me and my brothers and sisters respecting our Chinese heritage – even though SHE violated Chinese customs by marrying a 'gwai'.'

Seeing the looks of confusion on our faces, Jade explained 'Gwai means foreigner -' except they way it's used, it doesn't just mean foreigner. It's tough to explain, but there's a whole lot of other stuff that's included when a Chinese refers to a non-Chinese as 'gwai' – and none of it is good. If you can imagine someone saying 'tourist' like it leaves a bad taste in their mouth, it's like that -' only maybe a thousand times worse, okay?'

All of us nodded our understanding, and Jade went on 'Okay, knowing how Chinese feel about gwai, you can probably figure out what it was like for Mom after she married Daddy. But despite all that, she still wants all of us kids to honor and respect Chinese ways. That's how bad most Chinese are about being Chinese, okay? That why it makes me crazy sometimes, having an American dad and Chinese mom: Daddy is good about how things change, while Mom is stuck in hundreds and thousands of years of tradition.'

Taking a breath to settle herself again, Jade went on 'One of the really big things about being Chinese, and the culture, is that there's this incredible pressure for a girl to be a virgin on her wedding night. It isn't any big deal, really, for guys to go to prostitutes, but the girl they marry has to be 'pure'. Now, I've grown up with all this -' Chinese is best, Chinese customs are best, Chinese this or that is best – the whole deal. From the time I was old enough to talk, Mom has been after me about staying 'pure' until I get married -' kind of like Janet and Danny grew up hearing about love and everything.'