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"I don't know. I guess it was passable," I teased and started to laugh.
Brad kissed me again and got off of me just as the others were coming back. From the look on everyone's face, everyone had enjoyed themselves.
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The next day we got the tree decorated. It looked so beautiful. Now, at last, everything was done. It was now Wednesday and we had all day today, tomorrow and till around 4 PM Friday to fool around and do whatever we wanted. Of course the one thing we all wanted, especially me, was sex. I kept Lionel to myself as much as I could. The only time I gave him up was when Sandie or Candie said they wanted him. I really love Lionel. Not once during the time we were at the cabin did he ever even think of being with Sandie or Candie. He wanted only me just as I wanted only him for as long as I could have him. But I couldn't be so selfish as to hog him all to myself without sharing him with my sisters when they wanted him.
He understood the loyalty between us girls and accepted the fact. He told me on more than one occasion when he returned to me after making love with either Sandie or Candie that as much as he liked them, he wanted to be with me. He confessed once that when he was making love to them, he usually thought of me. That made me feel so happy.
Lionel and I slept together every night. That's one thing I'd never let my sisters do. Thank God they never asked to do that. I don't know what I would have done. I just know I couldn't have let either one of them sleep with him all night. Most of the times we'd fuck for hours. We both had too many orgasms to count. In between fucking, we'd talk. We talked about anything and everything, but our conversations always got around to death and in particular, Lionel's pending death.
On the first couple of nights, I'd cry myself to sleep snuggled in the Lion's strong arms. But lately I found I could talk to him about it without crying too much. I think that was mainly because Lionel had come to terms with it and his assurance that everything was going to be alright, gave me the inner strength to continue.
One night I remember waking up. I don't know what woke me, but I don't think it was a noise or anything like that. I was still snuggled in Lionel's arms. Then I realized that Lionel was crying. That's what woke me.
"What's the matter, Lionel? Are you okay?" I said softly. I was wide-awake now.
Something was wrong with my Lionel and I had to do whatever I could to make him better.
"Shhhh, Carol. I'm okay. Go back to sleep," he said sobbing.
I sat up, and from the moonlight seeping into the bedroom, I could see the tears running down his cheeks. I could see that he must have been crying for a long time because his eyes were all puffy and red. He didn't want to disturb me so he just let them flow. I reached over him and took a Kleenex from the table beside him and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks and eyes. I knew there was something very wrong for him to cry like that and I began to cry too.
"Lionel. Please, baby. You’re scaring me. Tell me what's wrong." I was almost begging him. "Tell me. I love you so much. When you are sad, so am I."