Cabin In The Woods

by Kristine Robinson

  When she appears into the kitchen, I notice one rather odd thing about her looks, past the white shirt, the blue jeans. Leona appears to have a black eye. This makes me sit bolt upright and pay attention.

  “Hey,” Leona says, with a wry smile. “We should talk.”

  I let out a whimper of fear.

  It's over.

  Chapter Seven

  It's like a waking nightmare, seeing them both here, staring at me with expressions I can't make out, and at each other with a wariness that makes me believe they're one step away from murder.

  My heart also throbs painfully, because I can already see the two of them naked. Jaimie with her brilliant, strong frame, the muscles that can pin me down and make me submit to her will, but her soft kisses and her dedication to me make it a very pleasurable experience to be submitted to. Then there's Leona, with a more slender, willowy build, but also with her hint of muscle from her time in the army, her gentle, careful caress of my body, the way her lips roam at will onto my skin.

  I want them both, and I know I can't have that.

  “Do you want to start or should I?” Leona says, addressing her older sister. Jaimie folds her arms, foot tapping on the floor.

  “Don't care.”

  “Well, okay then.”

  “Are you guys gonna fight?” I say, nervous.

  Jaimie sucks in her breath. “Getting Leona over here was my idea. I didn't invite her here just so I could punch the living daylight outta her. 'Sides, I already did that.”

  “She did,” Leona replies in a monotone voice, tracing a finger over her black eye. “No military training at all, and she socks me.”

  “Bitch. I took Krav Maga lessons.”

  “So did I,” Leona retorts.

  “Yeah, well, obviously they didn't stick. Anyway,” Jaimie says, before they launch into the argument they're not supposed to be having, “me and Leona. We talked. And we thought about something.”

  “We thought about you,” Leona adds, stepping closer to me. I gulp, wondering if they're both going to throw me out onto the pavement. I wouldn't blame them – I'm nothing more than a liability to their sibling relationship. My presence here is disruptive.

  “We know you like the both of us.” Jaimie continues the thread, stepping to the side of her younger sister. “And when Leona... told me about what had happened, we fought. Screamed. Punched. Kicked.”

  “Needless to say, we're similar in one aspect,” Leona says. “We don't give up. Getting my black eye, screaming at my sister made one thing clear. Neither of us want to give you up. I love you. Madly. And she loves you enough to kill for you. We don't want to give you up – and it's obviously unfair to make you choose. So we're not going to make you.”

  My heart plummets way, way down. They're both going to leave me. Tears begin to well up behind my eyelids at the prospect of losing the two people I've loved the most in this life. It's the right thing to happen, of course, because I'm too much of a bitch to just pick someone myself, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

  “Here's our idea.” Jaimie clicks her fingers, startling my tears into submission. “Wait before you scrunch up your face and start bawling. Our idea is that... why don't you have us both?”

  My urge to cry immediately dissipates. My brain struggles to comprehend what I've just heard. My thoughts of noble despair and sacrifice and eternal loneliness suddenly replace themselves with the impossible.

  I can... have them both? What? My mind rifles through the idea, wondering, daring, hoping that this is a possible thing. “Can you like, say that again because I think I misheard you.”

  Leona smirks, copying Jaimie's grin. They've never looked like they could be sisters until that moment, with both of them displaying those devilish twists of their mouths. “My sister says we came up with the idea for you to have us both. As in. Love us both. If you're that torn between us.”

  “I...” I stare at her, stumped. “How can that even work? Isn't that a really bad idea? Like, don't get me wrong, I like it... I just don't see how it can happen.”

  “Simple,” Leona replies, holding up one slender, long finger. “If you love us both, and we love you, what's the issue? Neither of us want to give you up. I didn't get this black eye for the fun of it.”

  Jaimie lets out a snort at this statement, folding her arms. “Well, short of killing each other, we ain't letting go of you.”

  “Killing is bad,” I say faintly, my mind expanding to take in this new concept that I had genuinely never considered. “I'd like it if you didn't do that.”

  “Glad we got that little fact sorted,” Jaimie grunts. She examines her younger sister. “Could be an issue explaining this to the fam.”

  “We'd have to keep it a secret. There will be judgement. Instant judgement. But like I said, I'm not giving her up.”

  Jaimie nods, her jaw tense.

  My heart flutters now in excitement. Seeing the two of them here, calmly discussing letting me have the both of them and keeping the whole thing a secret is sending my hormones crazy. Out of all the things I could have expected, this was the least likely scenario. Like, ever.

  This might be the perfect answer to all my problems. A crazy thought overtakes me.

  I want to test these waters. Hardly believing my boldness, I take off my top, revealing my substantial breasts, tucked behind a white bra. Both sisters instantly stop talking as their eyes bulge at the sight of my exposed body. I then reach behind to undo the clasp, and my bra tumbles to the floor. Smiling at their dumbfounded but lustful expressions, icy glint mixing with dark ocean, I shimmy out of my pants and panties, leaving myself naked and vulnerable.

  “What... are you doing?” Jaimie says, her voice choked with barely suppressed desire. It ignites me, and I begin absently gliding my hands over my breasts, trailing fingers over my nipples, which are pebbling under the twin stares of the women I love.

  “I agree to this. To not losing you both. But there's a condition.” The darkest smile in my arsenal comes to life. “You both take me. Now.”

  The sisters exchange glances, as stunned as I was when I heard the deal come out of their mouths.

  “Okay, I wasn't expecting that,” Leona says in faint amusement, her icy blue eyes dilated as she returns her gaze to me.

  Jaimie doesn't respond. Her eyes, of course, are black in lust. She's the first to make a move, as well. She prowls over to me, crushes me in a hug as she nips at my ear, before hissing, “You better be ready for multiple orgasms. Cos neither of us are gonna hold back.”

  I gulp as she heaves me up over her shoulder, and she calls to her sister, “Follow, or you gonna miss all the fun.”

  Being tossed over Jaimie's shoulder has me protesting hotly at the treatment, and her response is to give me a light slap on my ass. I see Leona chuckle to herself and fall into step behind us as we enter the shared bedroom. With a flex of her powerful muscles, Jaimie tosses me onto the bed, so that my legs are splayed and dangling off the edge. “No arguments. I get first taste.” She licks her lips, making the motion slow and deliberate, so I'm forced to watch her tongue glide across the plump flesh.

  “Fine,” Leona says, hopping onto the bed and leaning to kiss me on the lips. She's doing this from the side, so I get both a good view of her body and of Jaimie, who is now kissing one of my legs, and flicking out her tongue along the dry skin.

  The sight of both of these women ravishing such attention onto me makes wetness seep out. Hot damn, they're actually doing it. Both sisters are going for me right here, right now.

  I kind of expected them to say hell no, you crazy? And maybe offer to take it in turns. As in, separate bedrooms. I didn't expect them to be on board with it.

  “She's going to regret this, isn't she?” Leona murmurs to Jaimie, who grins, and nods.

  “Yup.”

  Jaimie lowers her lips onto my entrance and laps at the wetness there, her hot breath sending shockwaves through my cells. Leona is kissing my lips, delving her tongue int
o me, and I'm assaulted by both the intimate feeling of my lips and tongue being cherished, and the bolts of ecstasy zapping from my nether regions. Jaimie, with her smoldering gaze and feral expression, is licking into me with a will, her hands steadying my thighs and my tremors as she torments the nerve down there. This is what she does best, and it's the best and the worst thing at the same time. It makes me think of the other difference between these two. Leona likes to make me come fast once she's got me down there.

  Jaimie likes to draw it out.

  Leona, in the meanwhile, is grazing my breasts with her hand, and kissing my neck, licking and biting at the soft skin there, and I let out a shuddering moan, absorbing all the pleasure that I can. It's hard to focus and exist in the moment, because their dual stimulations are stretching my emotions as taut as guitar strings, and catapulting my mind into far away places.

  Both of them behave so differently in bed and in person, and yet both of them are exactly the kind of woman I need. Jaimie is like a hurricane, now. She is whipping me up into a frenzy, hitting the right spots, doing everything possible to raise me up then dip me low, all in the process of creating a monster of an orgasm. Leona is her evil assistant in this. She rolls her hands over my collarbone and cusps the back of my head, before latching her mouth onto my breasts and lashing her tongue there. Her hair tickles my stomach, and Jaimie is relentless in her pressure on me, and slips two fingers inside.

  I collapse into a litany of moans and dissolve into soup at this point, because my soul has officially left my body and gone to heaven. Both these women know exactly what they're doing, and they coax a roaring surge of pleasure inside me, conquering every nerve. My body releases itself in a series of spasms, and I can't control anything, least of all the noises that are torn from my lips.

  I think I reach out to the stars at one point, before crying out. My body is unable to handle such overwhelming sensations, and I need a moment to recover.

  Maybe more than a moment.

  It's not even the end, because when my moment is up, Leona takes it upon herself to commit to her turn, and Jaimie has switched places with her. Whereas Jaimie swirled my body and emotions into a storm, Leona is gentle and soothing – but it doesn't help when Jaimie blasts hot air onto my neck, and rakes her fingers down my spine.

  Fuck. I haven't even recovered from the first orgasm...

  That doesn't matter to them. They're living up to Jaimie's promise of multiple orgasms, and my body is pushed to the limits of what it can endure. Sweet, blissful limits, and with everything they're doing to me, I sincerely doubt I'll be able to count to ten after a thousand or so more orgasms.

  I think for a brief moment that this wouldn't be such a bad way to die, either. After all, didn't someone say once that you find what you love and let it kill you?

  It makes sense. Perfect, clear sense in this moment. I love them. I love them.

  By the fourth orgasm, my mind winks itself out of existence for a moment from pleasure overload. When I wake up, I see that both women are staring at me with rather smug expressions on their annoyingly beautiful faces. I lie on the bed in a complete daze, happy beyond measure at what had just happened between us. Jaimie lies on my left side, idly stroking my hair. Her stormy dark eyes are calm now, admiring me as she continues touching. Leona is on my right, her hair a mess, her eyes vibrant, like a supernatural creature, possibly a succubus.

  “That has to be the weirdest thing I've ever done,” Leona says. “Though I'm not complaining, either. That went... better than I thought.”

  “Ditto,” Jaimie adds. The sisters chuckle, and something like affection glimmers in the gazes they exchange.

  I laugh weakly, still boneless from my bout of orgasms. My body is so numb, I know I won't be moving properly for a few hours. Or a few days. “I think it worked out fine.”

  Jaimie kisses me on the ear. “You would. Yo, Leona. I think we should talk. If we're gonna give this a serious try, it might be best to sort out exactly what happened after you left.”

  “Hm.” Leona examines her sister. “I suppose you want to know my reasoning for what I did.”

  “Yeah,” I chime, even as Jaimie nods her consent. The thought that the sisters are using me as a bonding point, rather than a dividing point, swells me with happiness.

  “I know now it was a terrible idea. My reasoning at the time was that I didn't think I could be there for Lola as a girlfriend. I didn't know how long I would be, I didn't know if it would change me to see the things I did, and it didn't seem fair to keep her waiting on the side. I honestly thought it was the best idea at the time – though my heart hated me for it.” Leona lets out a little sigh, and there's an echo of her torment in it. “A part of me hoped she would wait. It doesn't really surprise me that you two got together, though. It angered me. Didn't surprise me. We're like fire and ice.”

  Leona's comparison to her sister strikes a chord inside me. Leona is the river. She is there, bathing me in her presence, her love, her warmth. Jaimie is the flame, and she consumes me, devours me with her touch and passion. I am caught between these two personalities, these two glorious individuals, and I think how lucky I am to have met them in my lifetime.

  “I'd rather share Lola than not have her at all.”

  “Yeah, well,” Jaimie says, eyes narrowing and her lip jutting out in a slight pout, “I ain't giving her up, so you'll have to deal.”

  “Did you love her, before me?” Leona asks, her ice eyes boring into Jaimie's walls. The question is loaded with tension, but Jaimie doesn't take the bait. In fact, she's the perfect image of calm. Jaimie smiles as she continues caressing my ear.

  “Honestly? No. Liked her well enough, but when you left, she was a real mess. Figured I could do my part and help pick up the pieces. Heart had other ideas. She probably intended to use me against you at first.”

  The faint flush of shame goes through me. Had she been aware of that from the start? Did she see past my lies? Or did she have an ulterior motive of her own? You would have to, I think – to accept someone with a divided heart.

  “I didn't care though, because I was falling hard and fast. And I could see it in her the surprise – she didn't expect to like me that much. So, guess you can say we all fucked up in this.”

  “Hell, yes,” Leona sighs, now burrowing her face into my neck. “This is a mess.”

  We all lie there silently for a bit. I process their words, dragging myself out of the shame. By Jaimie's admission, she had known the dark secret my heart contained. By mine, I knew my additional motive for hooking up with the woman who helped scooped up the broken shards, left in the aftermath of her sister's departure.

  I also knew that, inexplicably, all the empty places in my heart are filled from having them here in my arms, together with me. It's odd, because in all the dreams about my future, I never imagined sharing my house and home with more than one person. But, with these two sisters on either side of me, I contemplate the idea of going for the full Bohemian lifestyle, and the more I toy with it, the more it appeals.

  I have no idea what's in store, or if this can work long term. I do know that I desperately want them both, and that they don't want me to go.

  Perhaps, if we follow our hearts and the love that's inside, things will have a way of working themselves out.

  Maybe we really can share our futures together. The thought warms me, and I close my eyes, drifting into a dreamless sleep.

  They belong to me, and I to them.

  Double Grades

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A Lesbian College Menage

  Stephanie and Lexie are friends and roommates. They are both taking Gender Studies, a course that Professor Cronkite teaches. Cronkite is one of those feminists everyone hates because of how loud and abrasive they are. But Lexie and Stephanie love Cronkite because she's a stunning black woman with an awesome Afro.

  Stephanie finds herself in kind of a pickle when the last day to drop approaches and her grade in the class isn't what i
t needs to be. Stephanie knows that she needs at least a solid C to obtain a degree, but the math for the grade just isn't working out. Luckily Lexie knows Cronkite from the past and is able to get some leeway for Stephanie. There are stipulations to the leeway, though, and that is that Stephanie and Lexie go out to dinner and to see Cronkite play a piano recital. Of course the girls are thrilled, and are dressed to kill. When they all get to the auditorium it becomes clear that Cronkite is much bigger than either Lexie or Stephanie knew prior to the even. It's crazy to both of them that so many people were there, but they are excited for Cronkite.

  The three women make a hell of a duo, and one that doesn't just quit or go away. They press on through adversity and become something stronger than what they were before.

  * * *

  Stephanie was sweating the fact that she was going to get a bad grade in Gender Studies. It didn't seem fair that Professor Cronkite was so strict when it came to attendance and other things like homework. In so money of her other classes Stephanie was allowed to miss days at will, and pretty much do whatever she wanted. But in Gender Studies it wasn't that way, and it didn't seem fair. Gender Studies was supposed to be class about empowering women, but what it really came down to was the way that it empowered Cronkite.