Mark woke up first. The girls had spread out, taking up most of the bed. Kayla had wrapped herself up in the blankets, pulling them mostly off of him, and Kristen was draped over her, using her breasts as a pillow with her lower body sprawled across Mark's hips. Between the two of them, they'd nearly shoved him off the super-sized bed and he woke up with one leg hanging off.
For a moment, he lay there, just enjoying the feeling of the two girls against him. But, of course, the leg that wasn't off the bed was totally asleep, along with his inner shoulder and arm. And his bladder was protesting strongly against the position of Kristen's knee. He sighed and started to carefully work his way free from the tangled limbs, noting as he did so that Kristen was still glowing quite brightly. The glow was easily visible, even with the morning sunlight coming through the curtain.
He decided to take a quick shower while he was up, and they were still sleeping by the time he got back, having taken advantage of his absence to sprawl over the entire bed. He sat in the chair by the bed, watching them, mostly enjoying the view but with a faintly worried expression on his face. They slept totally bonelessly, just sprawled in a snuggly pile. Kristen's hair trailed across Kayla's body and fell off the far side of the bed. One of Kayla's hands was buried it in, holding securely.
Kayla was the next to wake. She didn't open her eyes, though, just groped around blindly on the bedside table until Mark walked over and placed her glasses in her fumbling hand. She stuck them on her face and yawned, then opened sleepy grey eyes, assessing her position while he stood there, looking worried.
"I'm stuck, looks like," she grumbled quietly, but she was softly stroking Kristen's hair as she did so. She looked up at him curiously. "S'wrong? You're not feeling guilty or some such shit, are you?"
"No." He managed a weak little smile. "Not at all. Except . . . " He took a deep breath, then said, "For someone who's thinks she's not beautiful, you did a really good job of getting me so turned on last night that I forgot to ask a very big question."
"Huh?" she said, then her eyes widened in sudden comprehension. "Oh, shit."
Mark turned pale. "Please, please, please tell me you aren't answering the question with a 'no'," he begged.
"Um. I intended to use a condom. I have some."
He sank to the floor, face deathly white. "Oh my gods. Oh gods. Oh gods," he moaned.
"Don't panic, lemme count real quick." She mumbled for a minute. "Okay . . . by my calculations, should be safe by o good week. And I'm pretty regular, so we'll know in another week anyway." He just stared at her, looking utterly terrified.
"Course, it's been a hell of a difficult month," she added thoughtfully. "Stressful."
Mark looked at her oddly . . . something was a bit off. "You don't seem that worried," he said.
Her lips twitched, and he raised an eyebrow.
She lost her struggle to maintain a straight face entirely, bursting out in a giggle. "I'm sorry, Mark. I couldn't resist."
He pursed his lips. "You're on the pill, aren't you?"
"For the past couple of years." She grinned at him. "I have endometriosis, to, that's why, so I'm not particularly fertile to begin with. It's just . . . your face. Sorry."
He stood up. "You. Are. Getting. A. Spanking."
"Shhhhh . . . " she said, eyes sparkling, "You'll wake Kristen up."
"Fine," he said. "You get a delay of sentence until she wakes up, you little vixen, but then . . . "
She giggled again. "Kris won't let you."
He raised an eyebrow. "No, she won't let me tie you up. She never said anything about spankings."
"Betcha five bucks?" she asked, face smug.
He started to answer, then stopped. "Have you already talked to her about this?"
"Not specifically, but she knew I was on the pill."
"I meant the spanking thing," he said.
"Oh, that. No, I haven't, but . . . " Her face sobered. "Seriously, Mark, after what she told us, I don't think she'd react too well. I honestly wouldn't mind, myself, but . . . " She shrugged.
"She might not," he agreed, "But . . . I'm not going to tiptoe around it, either. You seem to be a little kinky, and I'd like her to be able to accept that, even if it's not something she's interested in herself. And you never know -- it might be the tying up thing in specific."
"Could be," she said, "And I don't plan on hiding things from her. But I'm also not going to make her confront things that might hurt her on the very first day after her wedding, either."
He smiled and reached out to caress her cheek. "I'm just teasing you, Kayla. Not that I'm not going to threaten to spank you, but I don't actually intend to do it." He paused. "Well, unless she decides you deserve it for doing that to me." He grinned. "I've actually got something far, far worse than a spanking in mind for you."
She looked suspicious. "Oh?"
He just smiled mysteriously.
"C'mon," she insisted, "You owe me. I wore a damned dress to your wedding."
He nodded. "And you looked damned beautiful in it, to, by the way, in case I was too out of it to say so."
She shrugged. "Dresses are historically men's way of hobbling women so they can't run away. But Kris wanted me to wear one, and since she couldn't have the wedding dress and flowers and everything, the least I could do was wear a skirt." She stroked Kristen's hair lovingly.
"You were beautiful in it," he said softly. "I assume that, given the events last night, she had a . . . talk with you, yesterday?"
"We talked, yes," she said quietly.
"I'm not trying to pry, but . . . what exactly did she tell you?" he asked. "If you are comfortable talking about it, that is."
"She didn't tell me she loved me, if that's what your after. I don't think she can. But she gave me hope."
He nodded. "She and I had a long talk about things Friday night." He hesitated, waiting to see if they'd talked about that.
"She mentioned that. It seemed to have helped her," Kayla said.
Mark looked relieved. "Good. I thought it did, but . . . I wasn't a hundred percent sure she wasn't trying to show me what she thought I wanted to see. I didn't think so, but . . . she might do that."
"Yeah." Kayla nodded. "She might."
"I try to make sure she knows that I want to know the truth about how she feels, but . . . I figure it's got to be hard to believe that, given everything." He paused uncomfortably, then asked, "How are you going to feel if she just wants to be friends who have sex?"
"That would be more than I had before, Mark."
He nodded. "True, I just . . . " He sighed, looking at Kristen, then at Kayla. "I want us all to be happy, you know? And 'all' includes you."
She smiled. "I know. But you have no idea how easy that is in my case."
"Oh?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow.
She shrugged. "It just doesn't take much. I didn't ever expect to have anything with her. I never expected to even see her happy."
He reached out, stroking her cheek gently. "That's enough for you, isn't it?" he asked softly. "You'd still be happy if you were stuck on the sidelines, watching, as long as she was happy."
She nodded solemnly. "That's what I've always wanted."
Mark leaned over, kissing her gently on the lips. "Thank you for loving her."
She returned the kiss, then smiled up at him. "I do love her. But, um . . . if I don't get out from under her, they're gonna charge us extra for cleaning this mattress."
He grinned. "My, you are kinky!"
"Oh, hush. Help me get outta here without waking our baby up, huh?"
He helped her gently move Kristen to the side, and she squirmed out from under her and darted for the bathroom.
Kristen sighed in her sleep and rolled over onto her stomach in the middle of the bed. She showed no signs of waking, even when Mark slid into bed beside her.
Kayla also took advantage of being up to take a shower; a nice, long, hot shower. When she came back, toweling her hair dry, she asked, "Still asleep?"
He nodded. "Yeah." He patted his lap, "Come snuggle?" She blushed, but crawled onto the bed.
"Why the blush?" he asked.
She shrugged uncomfortably. "Still not used to wandering around naked with other naked people."
Mark wrapped his arms around her, holding her on his lap. "Well, I hope you have the chance to get used to it." He kissed her gently. "What exactly did she say that gave you hope? Or is that something you aren't comfortable talking about?"
"I . . . it was more her attitude. She made it feel plain that she did want me here. I wasn't sure she wasn't just . . . y'know. But now I am."
He nodded and held her, both of them silent for a long while before he said, finally, "I can't tell you whether she loves you, Kayla. I don't think she even knows, yet, and if she did it would be her place to tell you, not mine. I can tell you that she does want you around. One of her objections to even trying a three-way relationship was . . . well, you couldn't live with us, you know. And she was afraid that having to go home every night would make you feel . . . well, like we didn't want you around. And she didn't want to make you feel like that."
She nodded. "Well, I'll admit that I am jealous that you get to sleep cuddled up with her every night now. And the few times I've stayed . . . it makes it really suck to have to sleep alone again. But I'm a practical sorta person, and reality is as reality is. Maybe someday it will be different."
He smiled, kissing her. "I wouldn't object to that at all. After all, y'all won't be going to college in Prudence, and things are different in the Big City."
Kayla sighed. "Is she ever going to wake up?"
He raised an eyebrow. "In a hurry or something?"
"No, actually, just kinda starting to worry. Kris is a morning person."
Mark looked at her thoughtfully. "You know, every time she's glowed, she's ended up asleep. I wonder . . . "
Kayla giggled. "Like a kitten with a belly full of milk."
He nodded. "Actually, I'm wondering if it's exactly like that. You know how puberty can be delayed in people who don't have proper nutrition? Maybe she's catching up on things that should have happened over the last few years, all at once."
"So . . . like what?" Kayla frowned thoughtfully.
He shrugged. "I have no idea, honestly. But . . . remember how she was floating the other day? Maybe there are abilities she's developing, like that. I don't know."
"Hmm . . . think one of them might be to hide the glow? I hate for her to have to stay hidden when she's feeling the best."
"That would be nice," Mark said, "I think . . . Her dad said her mother could hide the glow, so that probably is one."
"Good," she said. "Did he say how often her mom glowed? I'd like to keep her like this, but I don't know if it's good for her. I mean, if we eat too much, we get health problems."
He shook his head. "No, and I think he had more trouble getting her mother to glow, even though she had less of an . . . appetite. But he also said that she glowed throughout the entire time she was pregnant."
"So. Huh. I wonder why?"
Mark shrugged. "He said she didn't seem to need sex, either. Which makes sense, logically -- in most cultures, a pregnant female will have more trouble finding someone willing to have sex with them. Plus, I'm not sure, but sometimes isn't it physically impossible to have sex when you're pregnant?"
She narrowed her eyes. "You're not thinking of getting her pregnant, are you?" she asked sharply.
"Gods, no!" he said, shocked.
"Well, you never know," Kayla said, "Guys sometimes have weird ideas."
He shook his head. "No, I have no intention of that. And while it might be possible to have normal sex at some points in pregnancy -- that's not something I have experience with -- she seems to be able to feed just from going down on me." His eyebrows went up. "In fact, she started glowing last night as soon as you came the first time, even though she wasn't the one making you come."
"Huh," Kayla said thoughtfully. "I wonder what to think of that . . . wonder how she'd look after attending an orgy."
Kristen blinked sleepily and said "mmmm?" just as Mark laughed. "My you are kinky, Kayla," he said.
"Hm?" Kristen yawned. "Wha' r we doin'?"
He leaned over and kissed her. "Kayla was mean to me this morning, love. She let me think she wasn't on the Pill and get scared."
Kristen giggled. "Really, love, do you think we're idiots?"
"I think she needs a spanking," he said. "What do you think?"
"I think you should apologize for assuming she's dumb enough to sleep with you without birth control," she said.
He shook his head. "Not dumb, love. I just don't assume everyone has a perfect memory." He paused before asking, "So you don't think I should take her over my knee and give that spankable little ass of hers what she deserves?"
Kristen frowned. "Better not. I'll bite you."
Kayla grinned. "You owe me five bucks."
Mark caressed Kayla's stomach. "Oh, you never know. She seems to be a kinky little thing. She might like it." He looked thoughtful. "Which probably means it wouldn't work, anyway. Sorry, Kayla, but you have to suffer the consequences. With that, he began to tickle her.
She squealed and leapt away from him, but he pursued, tickling mercilessly until Kristen ran her tongue up his instep.
"Aaaaah!" he yelled, and Kayla snickered, then both girls leapt at him. He fought back as best he could, until they ended up sprawled all over the bed, panting.
"You still owe me five bucks. Bastard," Kayla said, breathlessly.
He shook his head. "Do not. She hasn't actually forbidden me to spank you." He lightly tapped her ass. "See? She's not stopping me." He stuck out his tongue. "We never specified how hard I'd spank you."
"Weasel," Kayla said. "You'd think you were the lawyer's kid."
Mark was watching Kristen for her reaction, and caught her slight frown, even though she didn't say anything. He reached over for her, hugging her close, and whispered in her ear, "It's just a game, love. I wouldn't hurt her."
She smiled, just the tiniest bit strained. "I know that, Mark."
He kissed her again. "I love you." He was no longer spanking Kayla, but was instead caressing her ass.
Kristen sighed happily. "I'm sorry I'm touchy. I had weird dreams last night."
"Oh?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Just nightmares. But I don't think I slept all that well. Makes me cranky, and I still feel all groggy."
He looked at her with a thoughtful frown. "You seemed to sleep really well, love. Do you remember the nightmares?"
She shook her head. "Not really, just bits and pieces."
"What do you remember?" he asked.
Kristen shifted uncomfortably, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her knees. Mark moved behind her, holding her gently -- not in any way that would restrict her motion, but just letting her know he loved her. She sighed and said, "Um . . . there was a guy with a knife, and I was tied to a tree, and it was really dark. He hated me for some reason, and I knew he was going to kill me." She shivered. "That's it."
Mark frowned, hugging her, and Kayla rolled over, wrapping an arm around Kristen's hips. "Not fun," Mark said. "Were you wearing anything?"
She whispered, "No."
He cuddled her close. "Those definitely don't sound like fun dreams." He hated the pale, scared look on her face, so he bent and nibbled her ear. "Why don't we try to give you something else to think about?"
She smiled, pushing aside her bad mood. "That sounds nice."
Of course, once they were done, she was glowing even more. Not quite as brightly as when they went to sleep the night before, but still very bright.
He looked at her thoughtfully. "You know, we've got a mirror right here. Why don't you try to hide the glow, while there's a mirror to use."
"Um, okay," Kristen said. "Lunch is sounding kinda good, anyway." She looked into the mirror, smiling. "It is kinda pretty, though, isn't it?"
He nodded. "It's . . . amazing, is what it is."
She giggled. "I'm a firefly!"
He squeezed her ass. "No, more of you glows than just this."
She grinned. "Shhh . . . you're distracting." She watched her image, concentrating. The glow pulsed strongly, then started to dim. It seemed most reluctant to leave her hair and eyes, though it also clung to her fingertips. It kept fading, slowly, until only the slightest flicker remained in her gold-auburn curls, like she was in direct sunlight even in the dim room. Her eyes were just slightly more luminescent than was really believable, and her skin looked a bit too pale, too perfect to be real. She sighed. "Best I can do."
He nodded. "It's enough, I think. You just look fucking good like that. No pun intended." He glanced at Kayla for her opinion.
She nodded as well. "I don't think we'll have a problem with people thinking you're an alien or anything. We may have to beat off gangs of hormonal teenage boys, but we can do that."
Mark grinned. "Yup."
Kristen laughed happily, and they headed out to find lunch, after getting dressed of course.
The day was spent in whimsical fun, doing anything that struck their fancy, and included much laughter and joy.
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