It's Only Fair: EP22

We took the subway up to the North End. Amy led us through tight, almost Old World, wandering streets. Past buildings that looked like they'd been built before the US was a country. The whole way, we braced ourselves against the arctic winds.

Amy had made reservations for us at some tiny red sauce joint that was little more than a storefront window and ten tables. We had a big meal, Amy had more wine, and we all enjoyed ourselves immensely. Afterwards, we went down the street and bought cannoli. Then we went back to Amy's apartment.

We were all food drunk and giggly. Amy's place felt so warm and inviting to me, after enduring the cold outdoor air.

"Well, that's been enough excitement for me," Amy said, "Time for bed." She stumbled a bit as she walked, clearly drunker than she'd initially let on.

The twins eyed me and Amy nervously. There was a pause, probably no more than a second, but it felt like hours. Time stretched out in front of us like an icy, unsalted road wrapping around a cliffside in a storm. A great slippery ribbon with tons of danger but little safety. This was the moment of truth, my sisters' eyes told me. The thing the twins had professed to be so afraid of. The instant Amy had sworn was about to come.

"You guys can crash out here, right?" Amy said. The tension untangled. I realized I'd been holding my breath. The once-silent room kicked in, like someone had unmuted the TV. Jenna and Brianna nodded enthusiastically.

Amy brought out some spare pillows. The twins both set up on the floor, ceding me the very comfortable couch. We all took turns brushing our teeth in the bathroom. Brianna and Jenna put on very conservative, warm flannel pajama sets. I was wearing my usual t-shirt and boxers. Amy had on dark blue, silk pajamas, but they covered her from wrist to ankle. It was all very appropriate, as Jenna had demanded earlier.

Finally, Amy closed the curtains on her massive window, then turned out the lights. She went off to her bedroom and shut the door. The three of us lay in silence.

"See? This is nice," I said.

"It is," Brianna said.

"Tomorrow will be fun, too," I said.

"I guess so," Jenna said.

I turned on my side feeling warm and cozy. Once again, my expectations had been thrown for a loop. My dick had anticipated a far different evening and, with no sisters on offer, did its best to penetrate the couch instead. I tried to ignore my hard on. This was fine. This was good. I wasn't at all disappointed that a whole day (a whole week!) had passed, and nothing had been even slightly flirty.

After all, it's what my sisters wanted.

*

"Fuck!"

pajamas, rummaging around the apartment. "Not one goddammed Tylenol in the whole fucking place." I slowly sat up on the couch. The early light blinded me through the grand open window. My steel erection from the night before had been reinforced with

again. She

rubbing their eyes like they'd stepped out of a

"What's happening?" Brianna asked.

is throbbing, and I swear to God if someone doesn't

here was the Amy I knew from childhood. The one that threatened

time I'd used this suitcase, it was for a hockey tournament out of town. I was

the corner of the room. As I passed, Jenna yawned and stretched. I couldn't help but glance at her cute, flat tummy. She looked over at me, then her eyes widened. I saw where she was staring and

just have to pee," I

"Uh huh," Jenna said.

was like hiding an elephant under a bedsheet: concealed in only the most

it was some kind of magical mantra. She sat on the couch next to me and held her head like she was worried it might

wait to get

fun," Brianna said. Both girls got up and headed to

couldn't

leave the apartment," Amy said, "I can barely

sister in pain and force her to plow through. On the other, the only reason they felt safe in Amy's apartment was that they weren't going to be staying there. The promise of a day

Amy said. She was still not moving anything but her mouth, "But, could you please pretend to be

Brianna both had

sound enthusiastic without shaking up Amy, "That could be fun. Watch a bunch

rubbed my shoulder, then looked up at the girls. Her eyes burned like twin-seeking missiles. Brianna and Jenna both agreed

be great,"

"Sounds fun," Brianna said.

feeling better, we'll go out

"Sure," Amy said.

said, "Why don't you

used the bathroom and cleaned up their makeshift beds but stayed in their pjs. Amy drank about a gallon of ice

front of the warm glow of the TV. The twins brought over two large bowls -- one

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