Who am I to disagree

You sleep fitfully, with several very intense and emotional dreams that feel very important but make almost no impression on your long-term memory.

Eventually you become sort of aware of someone speaking.

“We should probably wake him up,” a woman says.

“Yeah,” says another woman.

Nothing happens for an eternity, and then you realize – there shouldn’t be women in your apartment?

Your eyes snap open. For a second you don’t recognize where you are, then everything comes crashing back.

Tammy and Molly are standing a few feet away. “Good morning,” you say weakly.

“Uh… good morning,” Tammy says, sounding a bit awkward. Is she… blushing? She is. What – why – you glance at Molly. She’s blushing too?

You then realize two things very quickly:

1) you kicked off most of the blankets when you were asleep, and

2) you have a monster erection and it’s sticking straight up through the fly in your boxer shorts.

And also, 3) Tammy and Molly have been staring at your dick for god knows how long.

In the background, you can hear your watch buzzing with notifications.

You scramble into a sitting position and grab a blanket and pull it over yourself. “Sorry! Sorry!” you sputter. “I didn’t mean to – I mean, it’s – it’s early morning! I need to pee?”

They both turn away – you’re pretty sure you saw stiff nipples poking out through Molly’s oversized tshirt and Tammy’s silk pajama top – and you get up, put on your shirt and pants from yesterday, and go into the bathroom.

Peeing is difficult at first, because it takes your erection a lot longer to go down than usual, but you manage.“Don’t suppose you have razors?” you ask Tammy as you leave the bathroom.

“Yeah, I have razors,” she says. “For shaving my legs and my…”

She trails off. You both know what she was about to say.

“Your armpits?” Molly suggests from the kitchen table, where she’s having some cereal.

“Yes! Yes, my legs and my armpits,” Tammy says, relieved. “They’re pink, though. You don’t mind using a pink razor?”

You shrug. “Not like I’ll tell people about it.”

“I just realized – you don’t have any clean clothes,” Molly says.

“Oh, well, strip off and I’ll do a quick load of laundry,” Tammy tells you. Then she winces. “You can wear my bathrobe. My spare bathrobe.”

Five minutes later, you’re in a bathrobe that doesn’t go down as far as it should (because Tammy's almost a foot shorter than you), and all your clothes except your shoes and your jacket are sloshing around in Tammy’s washing machine.

Breakfast is really nice. The three of you talk, and talk, and talk. Molly tells you about her plans for the day, starting with going for a jog with Sonia before class, and Tammy tells you about the new employee she’ll be training and the marketing rep who’s coming by, and it’s all interesting. You tell them about your tentative plans for Operation: Start Putting My Life Back Together, and they both make several helpful suggestions.

Also, you’re pretty sure they’ve both been peeking at your dick, but then, you’ve been peeking at their tits.

Molly started breakfast before you or Tammy, so she finishes before you as well, and gets up from the table.

“Sonia will be here soon,” she starts to explain, “so I should get my –“

BZZZZZZZZZT goes the door buzzer. “That’ll be Sonia,” Tammy says. Molly dashes over to the door and opens it, and Sonia comes in. They hug, then Molly leads her over to you.

“Jacob, this is my best friend Sonia,” she says. “Sonia, this is my uncle Jacob, he’s staying with us for a while because there was a fire in his building. I just gotta get my stuff on, be right back,” and then Molly goes into her bedroom and shuts the door.

Sonia looks you up and down in frank appreciation, and you decide, what the hell, you'll return the favor. She’s tall – six feet in sneakers – and solid, with soft brown hair that reaches to her shoulders. She looks distinctly Middle Eastern, and is wearing an oversized Wile E. Coyote / Roadrunner tshirt that makes it tough – although not impossible – to see her curves, and shorts that expose her muscular runner’s legs.

“Nice to meet you,” you tell her, and extend your hand. “Molly’s told me a lot about you.”

“Molly didn’t tell me you were so tall!” Sonia giggles, shaking your hand, but then looks serious. “I’m really sorry to hear about the fire. Was that the one down by Preston Street?”

“Just off Preston, yeah. I’m going back there to take pictures for the insurance, see if there’s anything I can salvage.”

“Well… good luck,” she says, and from the way she positions her arms you can tell she’s thinking about hugging you, but she doesn’t go through with it. Molly emerges from her bedroom in a similar outfit (her tshirt has Lisa Simpson piloting a mecha), and she and Sonia head out.

You’ve just started to make yourself a piece of toast when your phone buzzes – but with a call, not an Affection Multiplier notification. You glance at the caller ID.

Unknown caller

Normally you’d let it go to voicemail, but what if it’s your insurance agent? So you answer.

“Hello?”

“Jacob! Hi! It’s Penelope! From work? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I – hold on a second.”

Tammy is looking at you curiously. “It’s my manager. Wants to know if I’m okay,” you tell her, then resume talking to Penelope. “Uh, yeah, I’m doing… as well as can be expected, I guess?”

“Oh, that’s good. I’m so sorry about your apartment! I feel so awful! Do you have a place to stay? Are you safe?”

Your phone buzzes again, and this time it is the Multiplier. You don’t bother looking, though.

“Yeah, I’m staying with my sister. I… I don’t know if anything is salvageable from my place.”

“Oh no, oh no, I’m so sorry,” she says. “Is there anything I can do to help? Do you have insurance?”

You weren’t expecting that. “Uh, well, I’m definitely going to need today off. Possibly tomorrow also. Maybe even after that. I’m really sorry, I know we’ve got some big projects this week, but –”

The Multiplier is buzzing more.

“No, no, it’s totally okay, take as much time as you need. I trust you. Just… please keep me informed?”

“I will. And I do have insurance.”

“Oh, good. We’re gonna miss you today, you know.”

“Thank you. Um. I appreciate you calling, but… I had the impression you didn’t like me? It always felt like you were avoiding me?”

“Um. Yeah. I… I was. I’m sorry.”

“I… I forgive you, but… could I ask what I did wrong?”

Penelope takes a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, this is really stupid of me, but…” and now she’s mumbling, “your hair and your clothes.”

“Uh? What about my hair and –”

“They reminded me of my ex!” she says rapidly. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! When I started at the company, I’d just gotten divorced. Like, two days before. And he’s… I’m sorry, I don’t wanna talk about him more than I need to, but… he cuts his own hair and keeps it really really short, and I used to think that was cute, but now when I see a guy with hair like that, it just reminds me of him. And by the time your hair had grown out, I was already used to… to avoiding you. To not liking you. And – oh god, this is so fucking stupid of me – he’s fussy about what color shirt he wears on what day. Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday, blue gray green white black. Always, or he throws a fucking tantrum. And…”

“ – and I wore those color shirts in that order, the first week you were in the office with me?” you guess.

“Uh huh,” she says, and she sounds sniffly. “Part of my brain said, he’s just like Eric, stay away. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’re a really decent guy. You deserve better than to have me treat you like that."

“Oh. Thanks. I’m sorry you were nervous, I guess?”

“You had no way of knowing,” she points out. “Also… I’m really, really sorry, Jacob, I have to tell you this.”

Now she sounds nervous.

“Uh. Yes?”

“I… I only got the promotion yesterday because my mom runs the company. Most people don’t realize we’re related because I use my dad’s last name. That’s… that’s why you didn’t get promoted.”

You feel the impulse to say “yeah, I know”, but realize that would be a very bad idea – not only would you maybe hurt her feelings (which are more important to you than they were a few minutes ago), but also you’d have to explain how you know Helen is her mom.

“Oh,” is all you say. Then, “I guess I can see the resemblance?”

“I promise I’ll try really hard! I want to be worth it!”

“No – Penelope – you are worth it. I can see it.”

Across the kitchen table from you, Tammy stiffens. “I’m going to shower,” she mutters, and heads for the bathroom.

“Thank you,” Penelope says, “but… I feel like a fraud?”

Over the next twenty minutes, Penelope unburdens her soul to you, and you explain how you know she really is good at her job and honestly deserved the promotion. Then she sighs, and tells you that she really needs to go or else she'll be late for work.

“I understand,” you tell her. “Thank you for – well, I was going to say for calling. But also, thank you for caring.”

“I… thank you for caring too, Jacob. My ex never listened to me the way you do. Maybe… maybe we could talk again at some point?”

“Sure!”

“Maybe we could…” and her voice gets very soft. “Maybe we could have lunch together? Once you’re back at work? Or… maybe even today?”

Did she just ask me on a date?!

“That would be… really nice,” you tell her honestly.

“Okay!” she says, and now she sounds really happy. “Well, I need to shower now, but it was so great talking to you! Good luck, and I’ll see you at work, and… and if there’s anything I can do to help, anything at all, let me know! Okay?”

“Okay, I will,” you say. “Promise. You need to go, though?”

“Yeah, I’m naked and about to get into the shower,” and you can hear her giggling, “but you’re just… you’re just nice to talk to! Okay, bye!”

She ends the call.

Holy shit. She asked you on a date?!? She told you she was naked?!?

You consider opening the Multiplier to see what it says about your conversation with Penelope, but just then, the front door opens and Molly comes in, panting and sweaty.

“Hey!” you say. “How’s your time?”

“Two point four two miles in twenty-eight minutes fifty-one, including traffic lights,” she answers. “Not amazing, but it’s just a morning jog.”

She goes to the kitchen sink, fills a glass of water, and drains it, then sniffs at her shirt.

“God, I reek,” she says.

“You’re not that bad!” you tell her.

She smiles. “Thank you. …mom’s not done in the shower yet?”

You shrug. “I have no idea how long she usually takes, but… I guess it has been a while, yeah.”

“Normally,” Molly says, “if I was waiting for her to get out of the shower and I was in my jogging clothes and they were this filthy, I’d just strip them off and be topless. Or nude, I guess. I could be totally nude right now while I waited for her to finish in the shower.”

She looks at you.

“That’s what you’d do if I wasn’t here,” you say.

She looks away for a moment, then meets your gaze.

“Uncle Jacob,” she begins.

“You can just call me Jacob,” you say.

She beams. Your phone is buzzing and buzzing.

“I just wanted to tell you how much I liked snuggling on the couch last night with you and mom. It felt…”

She closes her eyes for a few seconds. “It felt really, really special,” she continues. “Maybe we... could do that again tonight?”

“I’d like that a lot,” you assure her.

“I’m so sorry about your apartment, but I’m so glad you’re here,” she says, then wraps her arms around you. You hug her back, and she sighs happily.

You realize two things.

1) Your face and hers are close enough that, if you leaned forward, you could kiss her on the mouth, and

2) You’re getting an erection.

And also, 3) your erection is sticking out of the bathrobe and poking her in the stomach.

She looks down at it. She stares. After a moment, she licks her lips.

“I shouldn’t,” she says.

You don’t ask her “shouldn’t what”. You know exactly what she means, and she knows that you know.

“I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to,” you tell her.

“I…” she says, then sighs and steps away from you. You tuck yourself back into the bathrobe. “I don’t wanna hurt mom’s feelings,” she explains quietly.

“I don’t either,” you say.

In the background, the sound of the shower stops.

“Can you hurry in there?” Molly calls out. “I need to pee before I shower!”

Thirty seconds later, the bathroom door opens and Tammy emerges, wearing a bathrobe that matches yours as she towels her hair dry. Molly rushes in and closes the door.

“Are you done talking to, uh…” Tammy says in a very neutral voice.

“To Penelope? Yeah.”

“And she’s okay with you taking today off.”

“Yeah, she said I can take as much time as I need, but really I’m gonna try to be back in the office by Thursday.”

Tammy looks away from you. “That’s good. I thought you said she didn’t like you.”

“I mean, she didn’t, but… I guess we’re getting along better now?”

She still isn’t looking at you. “I thought you said she only got the promotion because it’s her mother’s company.”

“I mean… I did say that, but I guess I was kind of mad at her for getting promoted over me.”

“But now you’re not mad at her.”

Tammy sounds… weird.

“Tammy?” you ask. “What’s wrong?”

She turns to you. She looks upset. Like she’s trying to not get angry.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she says. “It’s fine. It’s good you’re getting along better with your manager now.”

Oh shit.

“Okay,” you say. “And, uh, Tam?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you again for letting me stay here.”

She hugs you very tight. “Always,” she mutters. "You can always stay with us."

You return the hug. After a moment, you realize two things:

1) Just like with Molly, your face and Tammy’s are close enough that, if you leaned forward, you could kiss her on the mouth, and

2) Just like with Molly, you’re getting an erection.

And also, 3) just like with Molly, your erection sticks out of the bathrobe and pokes Tammy in the stomach.

She looks down at it, then back at you. Your eyes meet.

There’s a sudden loud CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK from the washing machine as it shifts into the spin cycle, startling you both. Tammy takes a giant step away from you.

“I need to get dressed,” she says, and hurries into her bedroom, where she drops her bathrobe and you see her totally naked for about half a second before she remembers to shut the door.

“I’ll leave you my key to the apartment,” she says loudly through the closed door. “Get it duplicated and then bring me the original at work. And you can take an Uber over to your building, I’ll pay you back.”

“Understood,” you tell her. “Thanks.” Then you sit down and finish the breakfast you had let sit while talking to Penelope.

After a few minutes, Tammy comes out of her bedroom, dressed and looking professional. You get up and walk her to the door.

“Bye, Jacob,” Tammy says, holding your hand. “See you tonight.” You can tell she wants to hug you again, but you’re still in the bathrobe and… she is very specifically not looking at your cock. She’s also not letting go of your hand.

“You too,” you tell her, and gently extract your hand from hers.

“Sounds like Molly’s done in the shower, so you can have your turn next. Your clothes should be ready in the dryer by the time you’re finished, and if you want to… uh… I hope the shower is… relaxing,” she says somewhat awkwardly. Her eyes flicker towards your cock for just a second.

You realize she’s telling you it’s okay to jack off in her shower.

The two of you look into each other’s eyes for several more seconds, then Molly opens the bathroom door and breaks the tension.

“Okay, bye!” Tammy says hurriedly, and leaves, closing the apartment door behind her.

You head over to the washing machine; by the time you’ve transferred your things to the dryer, and cleaned the lint trap (you don’t have – didn’t have – a dryer of your own in your apartment – your old apartment, sigh – but you’re never going to let a lint trap go uncleaned ever again), Molly is dressed and ready to leave for class.

She hugs you again. “Love you, uncle Jacob,” she says, and kisses you on the cheek, then grabs her backpack and walks out the door, leaving you alone in the apartment.

You pull some towels from the linen closet and go into the bathroom. You take off the bathrobe and are about to step into the shower, when you see it.

On the floor – in exactly the same place as last night – are Tammy’s panties. And Molly’s.

This has got to be deliberate. They want you to. You’re sure they do.

You pick up Tammy’s panties and take a sniff. Her scent is much stronger now, and you realize there’s visibly a wet patch. Your cock is sticking straight out and rigid.

Next you try Molly’s – which, like Tammy’s, have a wet patch. The scent is… you don’t have the vocabulary to properly describe how things smell, but they’re clearly quite similar, if distinct.

Your cock is throbbing.

Your tongue flicks out from between your lips, and you consider having a taste of the panties…

… no. When you taste this, you want it to be directly from the source.

Wait, “when”?

Your eyes widen. Have you decided that this is going to be a “when”, and not an “if ever”?

You set aside that question, then turn on the water and step into the shower. It’s warm and comfortable, but you still have a monster erection, thinking about Tammy, and Molly, and Penelope, and the scent of pussy, and the way Tammy hugged you, and the way Molly licked her lips when she looked at your erection, and Penelope told you she was naked, and Tammy masturbated thinking about you, and you’re sure Molly did too, and your fingers grab your shaft and stroke up and down and up and down and you spurt a massive load almost immediately, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt.

It leaves you gasping.

After that, the rest of the shower is more normal. Once you’re clean, you towel off, shave with a pink razor, brush your teeth with the gray toothbrush, then check the dryer. Your clothes are ready, so you put them on – damn, it feels weird to be wearing the same clothes two days in a row, even if they are freshly laundered – and then sit down to check your email.

There’s a very worried message from Penelope, dated several hours ago, and an offer of an appointment with the insurance agent this morning at 11:45. You click ‘accept’.

Then you open the AMA.

You’re interested to see the explanations for this morning, but there’s one thing you need to do first:

Tammy looked really upset that you were having such a good time talking with Penelope. And Molly – well, she was worried about hurting Tammy’s feelings, which… you don’t want her to not care about that! But what if she could have been sure that it wouldn’t hurt Tammy’s feelings?

You open the list of global attributes and select Share and Share Alike, the non-jealousy one. Your point total immediately drops by 2000, although you don’t feel any different… although if this thing turns off other people’s jealousy, then it makes sense that you wouldn’t.

You do still have a bunch of points. What else could you purchase, you wonder.

But then you realize, you don’t want to risk changing who Tammy and Molly are. So a lot of these are… out of the question.

Although…

‘Your Kinks Are Their Kinks’.

Hmm.

You've never thought of yourself as particularly kinky, but… you remember Arlene, who you dated for ten confusing weeks, your first year in university. Arlene was nice, but she didn’t like anything except kissing, being fingered, and missionary with the lights off. She didn’t even want to try having you go down on her. Well, she willingly gave you one handjob, only to freak out when you came because “it looks gross when it does that”. It’d be nice to be with girls who are more open to trying stuff that you want to try. And you seem to have enough points for it now, so you purchase it too.

Then you open up the history.

Tammy Carter: Saw your erection and stared at it for over a minute. 0/0/+20 (91/86/90)

Molly Carter: Saw your erection and stared at it for over a minute. 0/0/+20 (78/38/79)

Tammy Carter: We’re telling each other about our plans for the day and it’s genuinely interesting! +3/+4/0 (94/90/90)

Molly Carter: We’re telling each other about our plans for the day and it’s genuinely interesting! +4/+5/0 (82/43/79)

Tammy Carter: He’s peeking, but so am I! +1/0/+3 (95/90/93)

Molly Carter: He’s peeking, but so am I! +1/+1/+2 (83/44/81)

Sonia Maghrebi: Feels bad for you about the fire +6 (6)

Sonia Maghrebi: Thinks you’re cute! +2 Lust (6/0/2)

Sonia Maghrebi: Likes that you’re tall! 0/0/+3 (6/0/5)

Sonia Maghrebi: Oh wow, he’s checking me out! 0/0/+4 (6/0/9)

Sonia Maghrebi: Molly just told her what a good listener you are. +2/0/0 (8/0/9)

Penelope Jones: You apologized for the difficulties that’ll be caused by your absence from work: +1 (13)

Penelope Jones: You forgave her for being a jerk for the past year. +18 (31)

Penelope Jones: You understood about the shirts so she didn’t have to say the stupid part herself. +2 (33)

Penelope Jones: You apologized to her for having made her nervous! +6 (39)

Penelope Jones: “You are worth it. I can see it.” +8/+10 Love /0 (47/10/0)

Tammy Carter: Is jealous of Penelope. A little. 0/0/+1 (95/90/94)

Sonia Maghrebi: Molly just told her you have a big dick. 0/0/+3 (8/0/12)

Sonia Maghrebi: Molly just told her she thought about sucking your cock, or maybe jacking you off. 0/0/+2 (8/0/14)

You adjust your pants, and remind yourself that you don’t have time to jack off a second time this morning.

Sonia Maghrebi: Is jealous of you. A little. -1/0/0 (7/0/14)

Penelope Jones: You listened. And you told her why she’s worth it. +10/15/0 (57/25/0)

Penelope Jones: Reached 50 affection: Love Unlocked; Lust Unlocked; 500 points awarded

Hunka Hunka Burnin Love: Love started above 0 for someone; 100 points awarded

Tammy Carter: Oh, I needed that. 0/0/-4 (95/90/90)

Penelope Jones: Realized that she’s totally comfortable undressing while talking to you. +4/+6/+10 (61/31/10)

Penelope Jones: You sounded excited by the idea of talking with her more. +6/5/0 (66/36/10)

Penelope Jones: Asked you on a date and you said yes! +4/+10/+3 (70/46/13)

Tammy Carter: Oh, I needed that. 0/0/-3 (95/90/87)

Penelope Jones: Got to tell you she was naked! +3/+6/+3 (73/52/16)

Hearts and Flowers: Got someone to 50 Love. Aww; 100 points awarded.

Molly Carter: Hugging is so nice. +3/+8/+1 (86/52/82)

Hearts and Flowers: Got someone to 50 Love. Aww; 100 points awarded.

Molly Carter: OH MY GOD THAT’S HIS DICK AND IT’S TOUCHING ME 0/+4/+10 (86/56/92)

Molly Carter: He’s right, and I hate that. 0/0/-6 (86/56/86)

Molly Carter: “I don't either”. 0/+1/0 (86/57/86)

Tammy Carter: Hugging is so nice. +1/+2/0 (96/92/87)

Sticky Fingers: Someone thought about you while masturbating (once per person) (100 points awarded)

YES!: Someone had an orgasm while thinking about you (once per person) (100 points awarded)

Molly Carter: Oh, I needed that 0/+1/-3 (86/58/83)

Tammy Carter: OH MY GOD THAT’S HIS DICK AND IT’S TOUCHING ME 0/0/+7 (96/92/94)

Well. That’s… interesting. You close your eyes and wait for your erection to go down, then call for a ride and go outside to wait.