From that day on, Ava and Mia spent even more time together, especially since I was now back to staying in the office until Seven or Eight in the evenings. On the two days a week that I still had to attend my PT, I came home at an even later hour and was utterly useless for any kind of activity that didn’t involve actual sleep. Now that my arm was out of the sling, I had to train that as well to regain all of my strength. I was shocked how much I had lost after it was immobilized for almost two months. True to her word, Mia never complained about my long working hours, but rather ensured me that she admired me for taking care of my sister and mother.
Mom was a godsend throughout that time. Mondays through Fridays, when I was staying late in the office, she would take care of the household and cooking. There wasn’t a single day when I came home and she hadn’t prepared something for us. On the weekends, we would cook together as a family. Somehow, I enjoyed that even more than coming home to a readily waiting meal. She always made it a point that none of us ate alone, and insisted on talking about our days.
I also noted that it seemed to be important for her to update me regularly on her job hunt, even though the continuous rejections of her applications became noticeably frustrating for her. She had worked as a paralegal in a law office before, and there simply didn’t seem to be many job offerings at that time. I decided to not put any more pressure on her, since she had enough on her plate with the divorce.
During the following weeks leading up to spring break, that idyll got shaken up.
Mom and Aaron had finally accepted that they would never reach an understanding regarding their divorce, so it was taken to court despite their initial reluctance to do so. Of course, Aaron still fought her on everything and got the judge to order a whopping twelve weeks of counseling. Mom was less than happy about being forced into this, and unburdened herself during dinner after the second session. Simply put, Aaron still refused to acknowledge the part he played in breaking our home.
Ava was the other problem. As it turned out, my sister was a manipulator extraordinaire!
It started out harmless enough, with our now regular evenings cuddled up with Mia on my bed. With me being healed up so much that neither of them had to worry about hurting me, Ava had started snuggling up into me just as much as Mia was. I don’t know if the two of them had planned it together, but looking back, I doubt it.
Over time, it seemed like both of them were working together to get me aroused in those situations. First by picking movies that featured those raunchy scenes that worked before, then by Mia starting to make out with me intensely while Ava was right next to us. Finally, one night, they took it to the next level.
Mia had just gotten me worked up once again when she suddenly grinned at me. Then she looked Ava directly in the eyes, as she pushed her hand into my pants. Ava’s eyes grew big as she watched the rise and fall of my pants clearly showing how Mia was stroking me. Then she surprised me.
“Wanna see it?” Mia asked.
Ava just stared at her like a deer in the headlights for a few seconds. Then, in a barely noticeable movement, her head jerked in the tiniest of nods. Mia smiled, removed her hand from my cock, and used it to push the waistband of my pants down. Ava looked like she was holding her breath, transfixed on my pants slowly moving downwards and revealing my hard flesh. Then, when my rock hard pole sprang free and slapped onto my belly, Ava even jerked back a little. I was way too horny to realize how weird Ava’s behavior was, given how we were already intimately familiar with each other’s genitals.
I could hear Ava swallow, as Mia’s fingers wrapped themselves around my shaft again. Her glance moved back to Ava’s eyes as she resumed slowly stroking me. After another few seconds of this, she surprised me again.
“Go on. Touch him too.” Her tone was halfway between suggestion and command.
I just looked at her stunned. I was still worried about the possible implications of Mia actually seeing me fuck my sister, but the idea of having a girlfriend that was okay with it was too enticing to protest.
Ava’s eyes were now rapidly jumping between me, my cock, and Mia, before she tentatively extended her arm, placed her hand on my lower stomach, and then let it slowly glide downwards. The entire time, she was watching Mia like she was waiting for her to retract her permission. Mia never did. When my sister’s hand joined my girlfriend’s around my shaft, and they both jerked me off in unison while pressing their bodies to either side of mine, I thought my mind was about to break from sensory overload.
