Three Can Keep a Secret if Two Are…Confused

“It’s settled then. Tomorrow Ron goes to work, and sees what we have to work with.” said Kim as she snuggled into my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her.

It had been an emotional Sunday morning; first with the Russian and then sex with the two sisters. We were all a little tired, but we were even more hungry.

“Anyone for some lunch?” I asked

“I’m starving” answered Kim enthusiastically

I looked at Rachel, who seemed to be in another world.

“Rach? Lunch?” I tried again.

Rachel broke from her gaze into infinity, looked at me, and then Kim.

“What?” she said “Lunch? Ya, I’m hungry.”

“Are you OK?” I asked seriously

Rachel had never liked sex. Five years of marriage to her had driven that point home. Yet, as a reward for me agreeing to help her, she had just had sex with her sister, and let me fuck her in her virginal ass. She had a lot to digest and I was wondering how all this was effecting her.

“Ya, I’m fine. Just thinking about……everything.” she answered.

“So, how is…….everything?” Kim asked a little sarcastically.

“Everything” Rachel started emphasizing that first word. “is fine.”

I wasn’t sure why Kim was needling her sister. It seemed a little cruel, but Rachel did not seem the least angry when she answered. But, who knew the secret communications between sisters. They had grown up together, and I was an interloper in their world. A hungry interloper.

“Ladies, I’m hungry. How about I order in a pizza?”

There was universal agreement on getting a pizza. Not so much as to what should go on it. In the end, we settled on half pepperoni and half Canadian bacon & pineapple. Thirty minutes later we were enjoying our meal, washing it down with Fat Tire from my fridge. The discussion took the inevitable turn towards tomorrow.

“Ron, what you think the chances of you finding the right body, tomorrow?” asked Kim

“Tomorrow? I’d say they are pretty small. I’d be surprised if there were more than three unclaimed bodies down at the morgue. Of course if we waited long enough we will absolutely find one. The operative phrase is ‘long enough’. It could take years.”

“Years!” said Rachel, almost choking on her pizza. “I don’t have years!”

“Well, short of killing someone yourself, the only way is to wait” I said jokingly.

The sisters looked at each other for a fast second, but did not say anything. I suppose they passed one of those unspoken sister telepathy things; probably thinking “I hope it’s not long.”

“Once we get the body, then what?” I asked

Kim responded with Rachel following right after.

“We have to make dental x-rays to put into Rachel’s file, at Dr. Wilson’s office”

“We have to cut off the hands and get rid of those, so there is no way to use finger prints”

“And we should smash up the face, without messing too much with the mouth, so if the face doesn’t burn, they can’t make an ID that way.”

“And we should think about dyeing the hair the same color as mine.”

I was impressed. They must have been paying close attention when I was trying to talk them out of it.

“That all sounds about right to me, but you two are way ahead of yourself, even if we have a body in the morgue right now. First we have to figure out how to get it out, and to fix the paperwork so it looks like it was properly buried, or preferably cremated.” I said.

No one, including me, had an answer for that one. I am sure the ladies figured since I knew all the ins and outs of the morgue; that this problem was mine to solve. I had to agree.

“I guess I will give that some thought” I said, and then yawned.

“That was good.” I said motioning towards the pizza and beer “But, I think I’m going to lie down and think.”

“You mean ‘nap’” said Rachel knowingly

“Tuh-may-toe. Tuh-mah-toe” I grinned and headed for the couch.

Kim and Rachel headed towards the guest room to get settled in and I must have drifted off to sleep. The next thing I heard was Kim’s laugh coming from the kitchen. The fog of sleep started to lift and it registered that the sisters were sitting at my small kitchen table, talking.

“So do you think he will really do it?” asked Rachel

“He has to, for the plan to work.” answered Kim

“Otherwise, we will have to resort to Plan B.” said Rachel

I didn’t know what Plan B was. Maybe the girls had come up with one when I was asleep. So I chimed in sleepily, as I walked into the room

“Whhhhhhhat’s Plan B” I yawned out.

The girls jumped.

“Jesus! You scared me!” exclaimed Rachel a bit angrily

“Sar-ree” I said unapologetically

“I almost watched my sister tortured to death today. I’m entitled to be on edge.” Rachel snapped.

“Ya, I guess you are. I did mean to startle you.” I said a little sheepishly

Then her statement at being on edge and the laugher that woke me up bumped together in my mind.

“What was so funny?” I asked

“Huh?” said Kim

“Something must have been funny. You laughed and that woke me up.” I responded

Kim had a strange look on her face; puzzlement? That didn’t seem right. Confusion? Not really. Shock? Maybe, not quite. Panic? But it was gone before I came to a conclusion. Then her face got an amused look and she spoke.

“Rachel and I were sort of comparing notes and we started talking about boobs. Her’s and mine specifically. I figured Little Miss Perfect here, with the movie star looks has the perfect boobs and that you would think they are better than mine.’

Rachel looked at Kim with shock in her face. I guess she never thought Kim would repeat such a thing. But, then she softened and added her own bit to the story.

“And I said, that you are in love with her” saying ‘in love’ with an exaggerated sigh “and that you would think Kim’s were best no matter what.”

“So I suggested that we hold a contest with you as the judge” said Kim and started taking off her top.

I swallowed as Kim’s blouse slipped over her head and her braless torso was revealed. Kim had beautiful breasts. They were probably small C-cups, or large Bs. Brown pink areolas, on top of slightly pouting breasts. I can tell you from last night’s experience they were as firm as they looked.

I swallowed again and turned my eyes to Rachel. She unbuttoned her top and stood up. She let the blouse slip off her shoulders and on to the floor. Rachel was wearing a simple white bra, which she deftly unhooked and let fall to the floor as well.

Oh Fuck! I thought

You could tell they were sisters. From the neck down it was hard to make a distinction. Rachel’s were slightly larger; definite C cups, and maybe, maybe, had a bit of sag. It was hard to tell because Rachel was a little taller. Other than that; same pouting breasts; same brown pink nipples; the same nice round shape.

They moved so they were side by side, just a few feet from me.

“Well?” asked Kim “Who has the better boobs?”

“Yah, C’mon Ron. Who has the better boobs?’ echoed Rachel

Oh, Fuck I thought again. There was no way I would choose. I’m not the dumb. Hell, I didn’t think I could choose. But, my cock had an idea and whispered it in my ear.

“Ladies, there is no way I’m picking which of you has the nicest tits. But, I’ll bet you ten bucks, I can tell whose is whose, just by feeling them with my hands and mouth.”

Kim giggled. Rachel looked at me suspiciously and then said.

“Ten bucks, huh. Let’s make this worthwhile. You guess right I let you do me in the butt again. You guess wrong and I go get Kimmy’s strap on and I do you in the ass. See how you like it.”

“Rachel!” exclaimed Kim

Kim has a strap on? That was the first thing that popped into my head. What would she need that for? I guess maybe she wasn’t the little miss innocent I had always thought. The second thought was to wonder if Kim’s protestation was in my defense or at Rachel revealing something so private. I was getting to my third thought when Rachel interrupted.

“Chicken?” she asked with her condescending tone. The one she knew pissed me off.

She was still a bitch. But, how sure was I? I was pretty certain that I couldn’t tell whose tits were whose. They looked so much alike; that here was no way my less acute sense of touch could pick up a difference. What I was counting on was the ladies perfume. Rachel had worn Chanel 5, the little rich girl perfume, ever since I had met her. God knows what Kim wears, but it was not Chanel.

“Baaawk! Baawk! Baaawk! Rachel clucked. Kim giggled again.

“You’re on.” My pride answered for me.

Kim squealed with delight and ran off. I wondered if she was so confident I was going to lose that she went to get this here-to-unheard-of strap on. She returned rather quickly with a blindfold. I watched and she and her exquisite breasts bounced back into the room. I was mesmerized as they swayed and bounced, until they were directly in front of me.

“Hold still” Kim almost sang.

Then I was blind. The blindfold was a yard length piece of black cloth, about four inches wide. She tied it snuggly behind my head and I tried discreetly to take in her scent. This was going to be more difficult than I thought. The strongest scent was my own soap from the shower we had taken earlier. There was something faint underneath that, but Kim did not linger to allow me time to categorize it. I heard her leave my back and walk back in front of me, a few paces away.

“OK” Rachel began “One of us is going to come up in front of you. Have your hands up and we will guide them to our boobs. You can only touch our boobs and the area around them. OK?

“OK” I answered.

I heard movement and in my mind I pictured both ladies begin to walk around me, avoiding my extended hands. I could hear them do this for several iterations, and then like musical chairs, all of sudden they stopped. I felt warm hands take mine and guide them to their destination, one hand on each breast. There was silence.

I squeezed both breasts firmly, with my thumbs underneath. I could picture the firm flesh yielding to my machinations. I could feel the firmness of her breast. I slowly repositioned my hands until my thumbs found the nub and areola. I gently and slowly swirled my thumb around the edge, feeling the contrast of the rougher nipple verses the pale smooth skin of her breasts.

I was hard and my cock was distracting me. The pressure of the situation started to weigh on me. I did not want to be fucked in my ass; let alone by my ex-wife. I had to get this right.