Getting there is the scary part

Pam was driving with Cindi crawling into the back seat. "I get to sit next to you on the way home," Cindi said. "We flipped for it."

"I don't get any say?"

Both girls looked at him. "Nope."

"Fair enough. Uh, how did your rehearsal go."

Both girls giggled. "Making out with your sister is weird," Cindi said. "I mean, it's not that we don't like each other and it's fun when you're there and we're sort of putting on a show for you but when it's just us... we tried to talk our mom into coming in so we'd have an audience but she wouldn't."

"Probably just as well," Pam said. "I don't think she wanted to see our faces covered with each other's pussy juices."

Cindi laughed. "Yeah. Your cum is sort of nasty, Matt but I'm not going to ever complain again because pussies are just as nasty."

Pam drove fast and not very skillfully, screeching the tires as she skidded through curves and passing cars on too-narrow sections of road. Matt grit his teeth and tried to smile. Until Pam pulled over. "What the hell am I doing? You drive, Matt. I'll play with you."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure. I want us to be alive when we get there."

Matt took over the driving and, sure enough, Pam spent the rest of the drive running her fingers over his body.

"Does he have a boner yet?" Cindi asked.

"Unless he's got a footlong hotdog stored beneath his belt."

"Cool."

The Italian place was about what Matt had hoped for... a mom and pop restaurant with red booths, Chianti bottle candles, faded posters of Italian cities and ruins on the wall, and plastic grapevines draped from beams in the ceiling. The manager, a plump but attractive woman of about forty greeted them, then showed them to a booth.

"I'll get in first," Cindi said. "Matt, sit between us."

The booths were really only designed for two people but both girls were slender and Matt certainly was willing to squeeze.

The food wasn't as cheap as Matt had hoped but he made himself smile. If he was going to date both sisters, he'd just have to pay for the occasional extra meal. It wasn't like they hadn't fed him a few times.

"Did you check out the tits on the manager," Pam whispered when she leaned over to pick up the menus. "I bet they're natural, too."

"They are nice," Matt admitted. "But size isn't everything."

"Which is why every single woman on the Hill has implants." Pam reached under the table and stroked his cock. A few seconds later, Cindi reached for it... and ran into her sister's hand.

"You know you're very lucky to have such understanding girlfriends." Cindi undid his zipper, pulled out his dick, and squeezed the top half while Pam squeezed the lower.

"I am very lucky."

"Too bad mom couldn't come too," Pam added. "I think she's missed having cock. After all, Cindi and I don't know what we're missing."