I turned to leave and Gladys said, "Tell Margi to relax."
"What?"
"Just relax, have a good time . . . that's all."
Once again I had the feeling that I wasn't completely in the
know about what was going on. Were we that transparent?
I was mulling that over in my mind as I walked the darkened
path back to our room. I noticed that the blinds were drawn and
the room apparently dark as I let myself in. There was a yellow,
dim light, a candle flickering on the night stand. One of
Margi's CDs was playing, a soft, melodic sound that I didn't
recognize, but I liked.
"Hi, Billy," two voices intoned, almost in unison. "Welcome
back," added Jean.
"Margi, Gladys says, 'relax'."
"What?"
"Relax. She says to relax. That's all. You know what
that's a about?"
"Uh, I'm not quite sure. But she thinks I'm too tense."
As I dark adapted, I saw Jean was sitting on the floor, legs
outstretched, her back against the foot of the bed and Margi was
leaning back against Jean in turn, between her legs. Jean was
holding Margi loosely, one hand over a full breast. Both were
naked as best I could see in the flickering light.
"We've been talking," Jean added, in response to the
question unasked. "Margi's been telling me about her sex life."
Margi squirmed, I thought uncomfortably, and looked down,
not saying anything.
"Isn't that so, Margi?" Jean asked, nudging her breast.
"Oh, Jean . . . don't," she murmured so softly I almost
missed it.
"Oh, Jean, yes. Billy would be pleased to hear what you've
been telling me." And then turning to me, she added, "Our little
Margi's really quite experienced, Billy. Shy, but experienced.
Right, Margi?"
She murmured something. I couldn't hear her, so I kneeled
between her splayed legs and said, "What was that, sweet girl?
What'd you say?"
"She'll tell you, Billy, but first she's got to be relaxed.
That phone call scared her. Is everything all right?"
I nodded and offered no further explanation.
"Tell you what, Billy. Pull up the ottoman there behind you
and sit facing us. Put your legs over Billy's, Margi so he can
move in and be close. OK?"
Perhaps it was because of the dim, flickering candle light
or perhaps Jean and Margi had come to some trust or understanding
while I'd been talking with our mom because she didn't demure at
all. Sliding up toward them, my own legs splayed, Margi lifted
her's and dropped her thighs over mine. In turn, my legs were
draped over Jean's. My dark adaptation and the candle light
enabled me to appreciate the furry core of Margi's pelvis in the
process.
"Hmmmm, nice, Margi."
"Are you commenting on Margi's pussy, Billy?"
Margi gasped and I felt her trying to close her legs, but
she was stuck in an open and exposed position.
Not waiting for a reply, Jean went on, "Tell Billy what you
told me a few minutes ago, Margi."
"Oh, I couldn't . . ." she began but was cut off by Jean
immediately.