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Yes. That was the answer that rang in my head and gave a bounce to my cock. Yes. Do it. I would like to say that it was because I wanted Tara to experience sex with love. I would like to say that the ‘yes’ was for both of them so that we could all move beyond what had happened and create a new level of trust. And I really wish I could say that my decision was motivated by a pure desire for Kayla and I to move to the next level in our relationship and prove to each other that we could survive anything as long as we were together. But that’s not it. What really helped motivate the decision? Kayla standing naked next to Tara, whose robe had slipped open a bit and revealed the top of her left breast. Their faces were close together, lips slightly parted as they both waited for my answer. It was sexy. Really sexy. And the only thing I could think of at that moment, banishing both sides of the issue from my brain, was how hot it would be to have both of them sandwiching me. Honorable? Of course not. Tasteful? Nope. But right now, with everything that had happened and the fucked-up state my mind was in, my cock took over most of the thinking and it was giving a resounding, “Hell yes!” to the idea. Besides, they had said they wanted it. If it was going to help Tara feel better and help Kayla give closure to what had happened, then it wouldn’t make much sense to refuse, would it? I was acting on instinct. Like I said, a different head was thinking for me. I stood, gave the girls a ...

... smile, then went to close the blinds to Kayla’s window. Why did she never close those? I glanced across to my window but all was clear. Thank God. If Alan or Amanda happened to be in my room (which they better fucking not be unless I let them), the sight in Kayla’s room would be very, very difficult to explain. I turned back, the word ‘Yes’ already forming on my lips, when Tara looped her hair behind her ear. It was a tiny gesture, probably half-a-second at most, but for a brief second the side of her head was visible as she lifted the stray lock. My attention zipped to it and I felt my legs go hollow. The gunshot echoed in my head…I saw the side of the head explode, but it wasn’t Walburn’s head this time…It was Tara’s… My stomach heaved and I staggered past the stunned girls to the bathroom, where I threw up the toilet lid and puked into the bowl. The entire Christmas dinner that I had eaten only a couple hours before sprayed into the toilet as I gagged and heaved, feeling like I was getting punched in the stomach every time I hurled. It took about ten agonizing heaves before I emptied my stomach and I was left panting and sweating over the rim of the toilet, the tangy smell of my vomit filling my nose. My hands, one gripping the rim of the bowl and the other holding the seat up, slowly slid down as numbness spread through my limbs. I felt drained, and not just because the contents of my stomach were swimming just below me. My mind was— WHAM! The toilet seat dropped down, ...