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Author's Note

This is Part 1 of "Trio."

"Trio" is based on several stories that have been bumping around in my head
for several years. The characters and situations are key parts of a much
larger world. I need to get the events of "Trio" realized and into words
before I can get on with the rest of the story.  

"Trio" contains lesbianism, sibling incest and group sex. If any of these
subjects offend you, please don't continue. If you enjoy the story, or have
comments or criticisms, please send mail.   Look for two more stories in
Trio's world, tentatively entitled "Revelation" (occurring prior to "Trio")
and "The Lair" (occurring after "Trio") in the near future. 

"Trio" is copyright (c) 1994 by L.S. Hauser. All rights are retained by the
author. The right to redistribute "Trio" electronically and to print-out
for individual use is hereby granted. 
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Part 1 - Fireworks


I was jealous when my twin brother Jon told me he had a girlfriend. Jon was
mine, and I didn't want to share him.  I couldn't tell him that, of course.
I was the fast girl during high school, and even in college, when my tastes
went far beyond what I could get in back seat, I never even tried to make
love to Jon. We were best friends, and sometimes he was the only guy in the
world I could stand the sight of, but I never told him how I truly felt.  

But this woman, who he found in our sophomore year in junior college, was a
threat all the sudden. Jon was a propeller-head and had as much social life
as the computers he worked on. Our mother and I kept him decently dressed
and made sure he had a date now and then, but when he latched on to this
Daphne person, it was a surprise.  

I have to admit she did him good. She was a fellow computer person, he told
us. One day, he asked me to come along when he picked her up from work.  

We waited for her in the mall. I didn't even know what she looked like, and
I was surprised at the woman who waved and smiled as she came out the door.
 

"This is Daphne," he said to me. "And this is my sister, Robin." My respect
for Jon went into orbit. She was drop-dead beautiful. Like, me, she was of
medium height, with thick, dark hair pulled back and tied with a crimson
ribbon. She had a pale, round face and wore a black jacket, very short
black skirt, black stockings, and flats. She wore oversized round glasses
over large, violet eyes. I felt almost plain next to her.  

She squeezed my hand firmly, then let go of it and kissed Jon very
thoroughly.  

The initial impression was good for both of us. The fact that we liked each
other immediately didn't lessen my jealousy, but made it easier. We became
close quickly. We double-dated (I didn't have a regular boy-friend, but I
had a small stable of men who were more than willing to be seen with me). I
spent time with both of them. We made a very comfortable threesome. She
became my best friend.

Mom told me she was sure they were sleeping together. I knew they were, but
I wasn't telling. I didn't talk to them about it either, because I was
afraid I'd betray myself.  

Every summer Mom arranged to borrow a friend's lakeside home over the
Independence Day weekend. Jon and I were going, of course, and Daphne was
invited too.  

Mom, Jon and I arrived together Thursday night, and Daphne was beating on
the front door by eight the next morning.  When the day got warm, we
ditched shorts for bathing suits. Jon had his classic trunks, I wore a
high-collared, skin tight yellow one piece, and Daphne wore a thong bikini
that was positively indecent. She looked very good, and I wondered again
how Jon had managed to land her. It made me want to get her into bed, and I
felt a different kind of jealousy.  

"I think you must be the two sexiest women in the world," Jon said as he
lay between us beside the lake.  

"You can't count," I said. "There's one here, and she's on the other side
of you." I'm far from beautiful, but I've got a killer body and I make the
most of it.  

"I accept the compliment," Daphne said, "and I don't think Robin has
anything to complain about."  

"Besides," I said, "I'm your sister, you're not supposed to notice me."  

"Sorry," he said, slapping my butt, "can't help it." So maybe he did notice
me. We'd shared a bathroom for years, he should have noticed something by
now. I had. He could pat my rear anytime.  He turned his head away and I
heard the sound of his hand on Daphne's bottom. She laughed, and I looked
over. His hand lingered on her bare bottom, and for a moment I envied her.
But I kept watching his hand until he drew it back.  

We had a barbecue in the late afternoon and debated whether or not we'd all
go watch fireworks at the park on the far side of the lake. Mom decided she
wanted to go, but we decided to stay. I had an idea why Jon and Daphne
wanted mom to go away for awhile, but they seemed willing to let me stay.
Mom seemed happy that I was staying too, probably thinking it would keep
them from any sexual shenanigans. I knew better, but I wasn't telling her.


We cleaned up and sat in the shade of the porch. Mom and I read and Jon and
Daphne played backgammon. About seven o'clock Mom decided to leave to find
a good seat. As soon as the car disappeared up the driveway Jon and Daphne
were on their feet.   

"We'll be back," Jon said to me.

"Ooooh, can I watch?" I asked playfully. Jon, of course, knew my
predilections, and ignored me.  

"Not this time!" Daphne replied with a laugh as they disappeared into the
house.  

Refilling my glass from the pitcher of iced tea, I thought about her
answer, wondering if she meant it. I returned to my book, but I couldn't
concentrate because I caught myself listening to them. I could imagine
Jon's hands on her breasts, his lips and tongue on her round, brown
nipples, his fingers opening the delicate flower between her legs, finding
the sensitive nub of her clitoris beneath its hood with his tongue. My
fantasy was punctuated by a particularly loud moan from Daphne, and I
imagined her mouth open, her tongue licking its way up Jon's erect cock,
exploring the cleft at the base of his glans, then the hole at its tip,
sucking it into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she took him
deeper and deeper, his hands in her hair and on her breasts...  

Unconsciously I'd been rubbing my vulva through the thin material of my
swimsuit, and my orgasm was almost a surprise. I relaxed afterward, slurped
iced tea, wondering how I could have either one of them. I enjoyed women as
well as men, and I simply couldn't find a preference for either. Right now
I felt a strong preference for both my brother and his lover.  

Daphne stepped out onto the porch, in her bikini, her color high. Without
saying anything, she found her glass and poured herself some tea. I smiled
at her and returned to my book. 

Fireworks were scheduled for 10:30, and it was pretty dark an hour earlier.
We played frisbee on the lawn for awhile until it got dark, then sat on the
grass by the lake, still in our swimsuits. It was pleasantly warm.  

"Want to take a swim?" I asked.

"Skinny dip!" Jon said.

This caught me by surprise, but it was dark, after all, and there were no
other houses too close.  

"I will if Daphne will," I said.

"Well, I've got nothing to hide," she said.

"I know," I said, "you haven't been hiding it all day!" She laughed.  
Jon already had his trunks off. I stripped off my suit as Daphne untied her
halter and slipped off her thong. Her breasts were smaller than mine, and
her hips wider. I'd always wanted a figure more like hers than mine, with
breasts too big and butt too skinny. I watched her ass bounce into the lake
with a splash.  "C'mon, Robin," Jon said, grabbing my hand and pulling me
toward the water. He kept a tight grip on me until we hit the water and ran
full into Daphne. We all went down in a pleasant tangle of arms and legs. 

We shed our inhibitions along with our bathing suits. Splashing turned into
tickling in the shallows, and it didn't seem to matter who was tickling
who. Tickling turned into wrestling . I took Jon down once, and we were
grabbing just anywhere to get the job done. Daphne pulled me off of him and
took me down with obvious glee.  

After I elbowed her off my back she decided that Jon was friendlier, and
after a very quick, very touchy-feely conference, they ganged up on me. For
about two seconds I was underwater with something heavy and soft on me. I
barely had time to struggle against imminent drowning when they hauled me
up and, amid much laughter, deposited me with a thud on the grass.  

I lay on my back, spread-eagled, unable to control my own laughter, and
they collapsed nearby, laughing at least as hard as me. Eventually I was
reduced to just trying to catch my breath, until I noticed that the heavy
breathing nearby had a different note to it. I rolled onto my side. Jon and
Daphne were practicing their french kissing. They were side by side and Jon
was in an obvious state of excitement.  

I probably should have snuck off, but the preceding half hour of water
sports had removed all traces of sanity. I crept a few feet closer to them
and just watched. When their kiss ended they looked straight at me.  

"Can I watch?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper.

"God, yes," Daphne said. Jon dipped his head to take her left nipple in his
mouth, which I took for assent. I settled back on my knees as she moaned
with pleasure as he sucked, then extended his tongue to circle the nipple.

Jon straightened up on his knees after a few moments. His cock stood out
from his body like a pump handle, long and thick. In the bright moonlight I
could see the glitter of a drop of liquid on its tip. Daphne got up and
crept closer to him and I spread my knees against the rough, cool grass in
anticipation.   

The angle was bad, but I knew she had taken his cock in her mouth by the
way her head moved and the way his hand curled about her neck. I scooted to
the right to see better, and saw his cock slowly sliding out from between
her lips, gleaming with her saliva. His pole was bigger than any I'd ever
sucked, and I could almost taste his turgid flesh. I cupped my breasts and
squeezed as her tongue curled around his glans. She ran her pursed lips up
and down the shaft, even sucking on one of his balls, before taking first
his glans back in her mouth, then the shaft all the way to the root, so
fast that I almost gagged in sympathy. It didn't seem to bother her at all,
and she left him in there for what seemed like a full minute, her jaw and
throat working. Jon grabbed her head with both hands, his eyes closed, and
when she released his cock, he began to pump his hips, fucking her mouth.
I saw movement between her legs; her ass was still prominent to me, and the
movement was her hand, teasing her vagina open. I dropped my right hand
from my breast, leaving it almost cold in the night air, and found my own
clitoris. It was already tingling with vicarious pleasure, but the first
touch of my finger sent an almost painful stab through my legs and
buttocks.  

At my gasp, Daphne released Jon's cock completely, then grabbed it with the
hand that had recently been between her legs. She looked at me with a
slight smile, then looked up at him.  "Do me," she said, her voice
surprisingly loud.

"Sit on my face," he replied, glancing at me as if to make sure he still
had his audience.  Daphne rolled to a sitting position, her knees wide
apart, and he lay on his back.  

"You just want me to suck your cock more," she said, bending over him.
Their tongues slid over each other, then she turned and kissed his belly.  

"Just don't get distracted and bite down at the wrong time," he said as she
swung one leg over him. He grabbed her generous hips and pulled her ass to
him. The last thing I saw of his face was his tongue sticking out, its tip
moving in anticipation.  

Daphne kissed the tip of his cock again, and her lips and tongue moved over
the shaft, but she was soon too distracted to work seriously on him.  

By this time I had my middle finger deep inside myself, and I lifted one
breast up to tongue my nipple. Daphne had abandoned any thought of
fellatio. Her back was arched, her head thrown back, and she twisted one of
her nipples furiously between her fingers.  Soon enough she came with a
loud gasp, sparking my own orgasm, which was just a little quieter.  

After a few moments she rolled off and knelt beside him, stroking his chest
and belly. Then he took her by the waist and pulled her on top of him. She
straddled him, and they kissed greedily as he moved his hands over her back
and ass. His cock was in shadow between her legs, but I could imagine it
pressing against her pussy lips. I crept closer, my heart thudding
painfully.  

Indeed, I saw in the dim light, the tip of my brother's penis lay nestled
between her damp lips, and I was close enough to smell their musk. I
watched her hips press downward and his push upward, but his cock slid
away. I saw my opportunity to have at least a little part in this love
feast, so I reached down between Daphne's legs, took hold of the warm, hard
cock, and aimed it again for Daphne's waiting pussy. Feeling what I was
doing, Jon didn't move, but Daphne thrust downward again, and my
positioning of his cock was perfect. I rested my arm on Daphne's leg as he
slid into her, then too far out. I steadied it again, now wet with her
juices, and once again she impaled herself on him, this time sitting up on
his hips so he wouldn't slip out again. I moved back, my hand boldly
brushing the smooth skin of her bottom, and sat back with my legs curled
under me, sucking at my musk-moistened fingers.  

Jon's hands cupped and caressed Daphne's breasts, rolling her nipples as
she bounced up and down on him. He was getting closer and closer to coming,
but she had other plans and stopped her movement.  

"Don't stop, Daph," he moaned.

"I want you on top of me," she said, kissing him and standing, releasing
his cock. Without looking behind her she flopped on her back, her knees in
the air and spread wide. I saw where her head was going to land and I
positioned myself underneath it. She looked up at me, but her attention was
taken by Jon's thrusting cock and she reached down to guide him in.  

He lay atop her, his mouth locked on hers, her hands on his ass, and his
hips moved slowly. I leaned on one hand and looked down at them, my other
hand resting absently against Daphne's head.  As Jon's excitement
increased, he rose up on his hands, his head brushing against my breast as
he did so. Not breaking the rhythm of his fucking he looked up at me and
licked his lips. Unable to resist his plea, I held out that breast to him
and watched as he fastened his mouth on my waiting nipple. I couldn't
contain my moan of pleasure as he sucked at it, sending a laser beam of
pleasure straight to my clitoris. I looked down at my brother sucking my
breast and saw Daphne below him, her head pillowed on my thighs, her eyes
glittering in the moonlight, watching us, smiling and licking her lips.  

Emboldened by my brother's touch and his lover's apparent approval, I
reached down with my free hand and took hold of her breast. It was just big
enough to fill my hand, and I saw her close her eyes. Out of the corner of
my eye I watched one hand move from Jon's waist into the darkness between
their bodies. From Jon's reaction she must have found the point of union,
where his penis pistoned in and out of her vagina. His mouth left my breast
and he arched his head back, grunting and groaning with the ecstasy of his
rapidly-approaching climax. He cried aloud as he came, and his buttocks
clenched as he thrust into Daphne as far as he could.  

At that moment the fireworks started across the lake, gold, green, red and
blue light spreading over us. Jon lowered himself onto Daphne. I looked up
at the display, caressing Daphne's hair, and after a moment I stroked Jon's
hair as well.  Eventually I became aware of my legs falling asleep beneath
me and tried to move them a little.  I didn't really want to disturb our
little tableau, but Daphne sensed my discomfort.  

"Up, dear," she said softly, and Jon rose on his knees between her legs,
his penis now only half-erect. He took her hands and pulled her to a
sitting position, her head resting against his chest. I straightened out my
legs, then wiggled them back and forth to restore the circulation.  

"Show off," I heard Daphne say.

"Exhibitionist," he replied.

"Voyeur," I said, raising my hand and waving it. They both laughed and let
go of each other, sitting in the grass.  

"God, that was good," Daphne said. "We should do it with an audience more
often."  

"I liked it too," I said. I got up, shaking my legs a little more. He got
up too, and to my surprise grabbed me about the waist, pulled me to him,
and gave me a most unbrotherly kiss. Then he let me go just as fast, took
Daphne's hand, and started toward the house. Just as big red starshell lit
up the sky I saw Daphne turn and smile at me over her shoulder.  

I scooped up our bathing suits and followed them.

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End of Part 1