You know that Rick Astley song?

Peter's lips pressed together in a tight line. His sweat-damp face went pink and his shoulders and belly quivered.

"Peter?" Bernie asked in concern.

Peter let out a bark of laughter. "Sandy told me, ah, Sandy told me to wish, ah..." He laughed again, an actual giggle.

Sandy laughed. "To wish that we would never ever make you cry."

Bernie opened her eyes wide. "What?" she said. She blinked, shook her head and laughed. Sandy had just rickrolled her up the butt! But as the wish sank in, Bernie bit her lip and her laughter became sniffles and sobs. Tears flowed.

"What's wrong, Bernie?" Gary asked.

"It didn't, ah. The wish didn't work," Bernie said. "But it's okay, it's OKAY. This is good crying. I LOVE YOU GUYS."

"Oh Bernie," Gary said. "Yeah." He squeezed her shoulder and rubbed his chin in the loose dark curls at the back of her head. Her neck was damp with sweat.

Peter's cock twitched. He smiled but didn't speak.

"I'm so happy," Sandy said from behind Peter's shoulder. "That's what I hoped for you. Since I met, well, since I met Peter's mom and dad, I feel loved, even more with Peter, you know? I don't feel forgotten or taken for granted. And I want you to feel that too."

Bernie's tears flowed. "Yeah, exactly that. Kiss me, Peter, make it real."

"You know where my mouth just was, Bernie," Peter said.

"Yes I know where your mouth was! And that's why!" Bernie reached out and laid her hand on the the back of his blond head. "Make it real."

Peter snorted with a little laugh and let Bernie guide his lips to hers. Bernie's lips were salty and slippery, Peter's own taste. But Bernie would be tasting herself too. Her tears were wet against his skin.

Bernie moved her hand from Peter's head and walked her fingers down between her legs. Holding the kiss, tasting the bitter musky funk of her own butthole on Peter's lips, she stroked her clit firmly and quickly.

This counts for making a wish, she thought as she called on the orgasm she knew was waiting to take wing from inside her. This this this.

It didn't take long at all for Bernie to reach climax. She stiffened, shuddered, and kept holding Peter's lips to hers as she moaned into his mouth. When her orgasm subsided, she pulled back and relaxed, lying on her side as before.

"I wish..." Bernie said with a sleepy tone in her voice.

Soon Bernie was asleep. Sandy got up to bring water, saw the three of them lying down sleeping on Gary's bed, lay down behind Peter where she'd been before, and closed her eyes.