Guatemalan Blend

Edited by Phil Anderer, a fantastic editor.

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"Oh, god... Mister Mike... It's sooooo BIG!" Maria gasped in a breathy voice. My heart stopped. Then she grinned. "The diamond, obviously. What did you think I meant?" She gave me a naughty wink, then returned her attention to the ring on her sister's finger.

Carlos actually facepalmed and shook his head at his younger sister's antics. "I need to go clear the flower beds before it gets too hot. And to get away from these two," he added, pointing at his sisters. He shook my hand and clapped me on the back with congratulations. "I've never seen my sister this happy," he said quietly. "Ever. You are good for her, Mister Mike."

"She's good for me," I replied.

Carlos nodded, then headed to work smiling.

The two sisters chatted in rapid-fire Spanish and English, Marisol animatedly describing the dinner, the proposal, and--much to my horror--the boardwalk. "... and the way he fucked me there by the trail... GOD... I came three times, I swear!"

Again, I flushed in panic. "Hold up," I squeaked in embarrassment. "I don't think Maria wants to hear that much detail."

Marisol gave me a mischievous look. "Sure, she does. You should know,mi amor, we tell each other everything."

"Everything," Maria added with emphasis, the dangerous fire from the night before returning in her eyes. It was the same look on her face when I caught her watching Marisol and I making love... and when she saw my cock.

I'm not sure how red my face got, but the two sisters gawked at me and broke out laughing. "He's so cute when he's embarrassed," Marisol said. She sidled over to me and kissed me on the nose. "Don't worry, darling. I'll leave out the juicy bits from now on."

"From now on?" My heart pounded and my mouth dropped in mortification. "So, you've already told her..."

Again, the two sisters burst out laughing. "Oh, Mister Mike," Maria said. "You just make it too easy to tease you." She walked up to me, taking the side opposite Marisol and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "I'm very happy for you both." She leaned in for a kiss on the cheek, but at the last moment, her hand guided my chin--and her lips met mine. Open, lingering, and far too intimate.

"Hey, now,hermanita" Marisol said teasingly, as she pulled me away from her sister. "He's mine, remember?"

"But he's just so cute!"

Marisol leaned over and rested her forehead on Maria's. "Behave, mi hijo." With tenderness and affection, she kissed her sister on the lips. Some might have balked at seeing two sisters kissing so intimately, and at first it took me aback. But I have witnessed firsthand the love Marisol has for Maria, a love that goes beyond mere sisterhood. Her love transcends life and family, a deep connection of the soul that only comes from a lifetime of nurturing and care. It wasn't romantic. It wasn't performative. It was something deeper--two souls tethered by a lifetime of love and survival.

And I realized... Marisol kissed me the same way. Two soul mates expressing their devotion.

Marisol didn't love in halves. Her heart, her body, her soul, she gave them all. To me. To Maria. To the life she built from nothing.

"Tell Maria about your idea," Marisol said to me, taking my arm and resting her head on my shoulder, breaking me from my reverie.

Maria looked up at me expectantly, that same fire burning in her eyes.

I swallowed, knowing just how much trouble I was creating for myself, but continued. "I want to give you a celebration... for you and your friends. Something to mark your graduation. You deserve it. And... Memorial Day is just a few days after. So, here at the pool. I'll cook like I did that Sunday a couple weeks ago, Marisol and Carlos will both help too, I'm sure. Start the summer off right, you know?"

Maria started bouncing on her toes as I explained. The motion made her chest do really interesting things and her skirt billowed enticingly high. "Really, Mister Mike? A pool party? Here?"

I nodded. "Only rule is no alcohol. I don't need the liability."

She waved off that idea like it was no big deal. "I'm so excited! I can't wait to tell everyone! Thank you, Mister Mike." Again... she stepped into me... and kissed me... on the lips... in front of her sister... again... Fucking seriously?

This time... Marisol just watched and giggled. Giggled? They seem to be enjoying my immense discomfort at all this.

Maria broke the kiss and moved to her sister, hugging and kissing her, just as intensely. They laughed softly, their foreheads touching, their joy echoing between them. Soul sisters. That was it.

"I'm so happy," Maria continued. "First you guys getting married, then this. You are a wonderful man, Mister Mike. You give us so much."

"Nuestra familia, right Mister Mike?" Marisol replied in answer looking fondly up at me.

"Nuestra familia," I agreed.

"Let's get you to school," Marisol said, grabbing Maria by the hand and leading her out to the garage. Maria waved, flirty and radiant. Marisol smiled like she knew exactly what I was thinking. And me? I just stood there, stunned.

Fuck.

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I waited until she returned, heart thudding with uncertainty. "Marisol," I said quietly. "We need to talk."

Marisol followed me into my study, and I closed the door behind us, making sure it was actually closed this time. I took my fiancée's hands, and we leaned on the edge of the desk as I tried to begin. Marisol gave me a patient look and remained silent, letting me do this in my own way.

"I... I'm not sure how I feel about... all this with Maria." She nodded and let me continue. She didn't rush me. Just held my hands and waited, her eyes calm and open. "Did you know she watched us again last night. Like an idiot, I forgot to close our door, and I saw her standing there when we were done."

"I know. She told me... on the way to school... and she told me you saw her."

"Yes... I did."

"So... why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you yell and kick her out?" Marisol looked at me, her eyes gleaming, anticipating my response.

"I didn't want to make a scene. I didn't want to embarrass you... or her." I ran my fingers nervously through my hair. "She's just a kid, Marisol. I figured she'll get over this voyeuristic phase, and find some other outlet for her sexuality, but then..."

"Then... this morning?"

I nodded slowly. "You were right. She does have a thing for me, that's obvious."

Marisol rolled her eyes and smiled. Embracing me, she said, "Now, he gets it."

"And I'm just confused. Instead of getting angry, you teased... both of us... and encouraged Maria."

Marisol took my chin in her hands. "Why would I get mad at my sister for loving the same man I love, for the same reasons I love him?"

"Because... I'm YOURS." I wasn't irritated; I was muddled. Torn between instinct and the strange, undeniable bond I'd stepped into.

Marisol chuckled. "Nuestra familia, remember? All of us... together. You, me, Maria..."

"Carlos?" I asked, a bit nervously.

Marisol immediately shook her head. "Not like that. I am not close to him like me and Maria. We love him and would do anything for him, but Maria and I are..."

I showed her my interlocked fingers. "Soul sisters," explaining my earlier realization.

"Yes! That's it exactly. Sisters of the soul, as well as blood. But Carlos... we don't have that deep connection."

"That's a relief. I was afraid of... what I was getting into."

Marisol laughed at my uneasiness but reassured me with a peck on the cheek. "Maria and I shared everything growing up. One room, one bed, one life. We just... became one. Carlos was always in his own room, so we don't have that bond. None of us have any secrets, but I only share everything with Maria."

"Share everything? I guess that includes... even me?"

"Sharing isn't a strong enough word, because... It's hard to explain, but Maria and I understand it. We are... same. I've actually... only kept one thing from her." She laid her head on my shoulder, and I put a comforting arm around her, letting her confession happen. "I never told her about me taking that money and going to give it to... those men... and..."

"Don't say anything about it, my love. I can't bear to think of what you were willing to..."

"I didn't tell Maria... because she would have insisted... on coming with me."

I went rigid, anger boiling in my chest, not at Marisol or Maria, but at what those men would have done to two young and lovely... to MY two young and lovely ladies. And that's when I realized their concept of sharing was more than just having things in common but being unified in heart and mind. Soul mates. And I... was becoming part of that bond.

Marisol took my face in her hands and looked at me, pleading. "Don't be mad,mi corazon. I don't tell you this to upset you, but to show you...nuestra familia. Do you understand?"

I gazed into those dark, heavenly eyes, and melted. Their love wasn't just familial--it was fused. A shared heartbeat. And somehow, I'd been invited in. I stifled tears as I held and kissed each of her hands. "I love you, Marisol. I want to marryyou. Only you. But... I understand now.Nuestra famila. Together... one... you, me... and Maria."

"Does this mean..."

I nodded. Soul sisters," I said. "And now... maybe soul-bound to me, too."

Marisol sank into my chest, holding me tightly to her and smiling. I wrapped her up in my arms and held her just as securely.

"I do have one request, though," I said without breaking our embrace. "I love you, Marisol. You're my partner, my future. If Maria becomes part of this, it's with you--not apart from you."

Marisol snuggled into me and kissed my chest. "I understand,mi amor."

We found comfort in each other's arms for a long time, our hearts beating as one, our minds in sync, and our bodies melded together in love. Soul mates.

Eventually, Marisol started kissing my chest and my shoulders and my arms while I kissed her head, ears, and neck. Eventually, we found each other's lips, and we began making out in earnest, our hands roaming while our passion built.

We made love right there on the desk. Face to face, body to body, and when we came together, our voices cried out our ecstasy in perfect unison.

We clung to each other in silence, our bodies still conjoined, and our fluids leaking onto the desk's surface.

"You guys know the window's open, right?" Carlos called from the flower beds. "I can hear everything."

We laughed, the sound echoing through the open window.

Nuestra familia. A strange, beautiful truth.

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If you'd told me when I bought this house that I'd be hosting a pool party for ten teenagers - one of them my fiancée's sister - I'd have called you a bald-faced liar.

Yet, there I was on Memorial Day, grilling chicken--I had given Nero the day off, since it was a holiday--while ten recent high school graduates played chicken in my pool, my fiancée set the table, and her brother handed out drinks.

And I wouldn't want it any other way.

Maria was sitting on the shoulders of a good-looking, rather muscular boy trying to knock two other girls into the water. Four guys to six girls, which meant for this game one girl had to be on another girl's shoulders. That pairing was one of the couples doing combat with Maria and her mount.

The teens were varied, short and skinny, tall and lean, medium and muscled, big and tall... and those were the girls. They sported a variety of suits, a couple of one-pieces, a modest tankini, and a couple of bikinis. Maria, I noticed, was wearing a red bikini, and after a questioning look at Marisol, I confirmed it was the same bikini Marisol wore our first night together.

I gave Marisol a questioning look. Yep--same bikini... hopefully laundered.

The guys wore a variety of shorts, and one pasty redhead wore a swim shirt, probably so he wouldn't burn. Smart.

We made sure plenty of sunscreen was available for all, as well as snacks, water, and soda. In addition, Carlos set up a station at the end of the patio and made margaritas, daiquiris, and pina coladas... all alcohol-free, of course. But I gotta admit, Carlos made a mean daquiri.

Marisol kept coming over to me to give me playful kisses, mostly to embarrass her sister's friends by 'making out with the old guy' in public. At least some of the girls said that, but they were laughing as if they were sharing the same joke, so it didn't bother us. Apparently, Maria had warned them, so no one seemed too creeped out by the age difference between me and Marisol.

We announced that dinner was ready, and the game broke up. They all loaded up with food and sat at various places in the yard eating. Some paired off, some stayed in groups of three, but one wandered off by herself to the edge of the patio to sit near Carlos. They struck up a conversation, and it was obvious she was into him.

I got Maria's attention and jerked my chin in their direction. "That's Victoria," she replied. "She's cool. Carlos will like her." She turned to Carlos. "Hey, bro! Stop hitting on my friends!" Carlos flipped her off, and Victoria just laughed. Yep--she was definitely into him.

The food served, Marisol and I sat near the grill and just enjoyed the scene, Marisol sitting on my lap. "Get a room, you two!" Maria called, and it was our turn to flip her off. It's contagious.

"Maybe we should get a room," Marisol said, nibbling my neck.

"Oh, we will. In the meantime, why don't you go put onyourbikini and show these girls what a real woman looks like. Those boys won't be able to come out of the pool, their suits will be tenting so bad."

"A few of them are already hiding in the pool," Marisol whispered. "Maria and Shelby have that effect." I looked over at Maria who was sitting and whispering to her friend Shelby. True, Maria looked stunning in Marisol's red bikini, but Shelby's white number, similar in style, but with less material covering her skin, was just begging to be noticed. Her breasts and hips weren't quite as pronounced as Maria's, but the little blonde was well proportioned and would definitely turn heads when she entered a room.

A trio of two guys and one girl sat near the pool and one of the guys kept turning his head to look over at Maria and Shelby. From where I sat, and because of his sunglasses, I couldn't tell which hottie he was checking out, but definitely one of them. Hell, probably both of them.

"Ya, she's getting some eyes on her, isn't she?" I said.

"Mm-hmm." She leaned in closer, and I felt her breath on my neck as she whispered, "And a couple of the girls have their eye on you,mi amor. And I don't just mean Maria, either."

I looked around confused. No girl here would give me a second glance, would they. I'm the old guy. I caught Shelby and Maria glancing our way, giggling. It wasn't just amusement, it was attention... directed at me. And I didn't know what to do with that.

Okay, Maria, I could understand. Marisol and I talked about her. But Shelby? I mean seriously, the guy totally looking at her was the good-looking muscleman who was paired with Maria during the chicken fight. Why be gawking at the old man, when a hunk like that was a few yards away?

Says the guy with the 24-year-old goddess on his lap.Okay, point taken.

In spite of this revelation, I never gave Shelby a second glance. I'll admit, my inner-asshole stirred, whispering nonsense. I shoved him back into the mind-dungeon and locked the door.

I was perfectly content with the goddess on my lap... and the possible prospect of Maria later.

It hadn't come up again, and maybe it never would. But if it did, it would be because we all chose it... together. No pressure. No persuasion.

And I was patient. I had everything I could possibly want in my arms, so if things happened, they happened. If not...

A chorus of laughter interrupted my introspection, and I saw that several of the groups now gathered in a circle to play spin-the-bottle... of course. You can bet it was one of the guys who suggested that one. But they all laughed about it and had a good time, no matter who the bottle pointed to.

Maria, Shelby, and Victoria, however, did not join, leaving the game unbalanced. Victoria still made eyes at Carlos as he made her several drinks in various flavors. She seemed intent on trying 'everything' he had to offer.

They laughed, span bottles, and drank virgin-daquiris like they were fully-loaded cocktails.

Kids.

And somehow... I was part of that world... even for this brief moment.

"Go play, Maria," Marisol prompted, indicating the bottle game. Maria and Shelby both looked over and caught muscleman... Troy, I think his name was... looking at them. He quickly looked back and the game only to realize that redhead guy was crawling over to him for a kiss. He yelped and laughed but took a kiss on the forehead from the other guy like a sport.

They adjusted their suits with theatrical flair, hands gliding over curves they clearly wanted noticing. Then they strutted toward the game, hips swaying like runway models for the benefit of muscleman... and me.

Marisol snorted--her signature laugh when something truly delighted her.

The pair knelt down and crawled to places on either side of muscleman, giving me and Marisol a good view of how their bikinis fit so well in the cracks of their asses. Having seen Maria's before, I knew what it was supposed to cover, and realized she adjusted it specifically to show me her ass.

And Shelby went right along with it. My inner-asshole admitted that Shelby had a great ass.

"Yes, she's over eighteen," Marisol giggled.

"What? Who?" I replied lamely.

My fiancée rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. That show was obviously for you,mi amor. Both of them. So don't feel too creepy. Shelby turned eighteen at the beginning of the school year. And from what Maria told me, neither of them are virgins."

Me and my inner-asshole remained silent.

"I don't blame you, though. Shelby's quite a looker. Cheerleader at school, and smart."

I gaped at my wife-to-be. "Marisol... do you... are you attracted to women, too?"

Marisol shrugged. "I'm not a lesbian, if that's what you mean. Nor am I really bi-sexual. I can appreciate the sexy beauty of the female form and enjoy the pleasure that comes from it."

"Have you ever... been with a woman?" I asked... not sure if I wanted the answer.

"Experimented," she replied honestly. "And helped. I taught Maria about masturbation and gave her the birds-and-the-bees talk a few years ago... not that she needed it. It was more of how to please and pleasure a man. Since then... I helped her along a few times, but nothing overtly sexual. I didn't eat her out or anything. Just helped push her over the edge if she needed it."

I sat there aghast at this news. It's not that I was old fashioned. I realize that many women... and even many men, if they are being honest... have experimented with same-sex partners. There're always those questions when one is young, and trying things out is a part of life... even trying things out sexually.

It wasn't the content that shocked me--it was the ease. The way she spoke of intimacy like it was sunlight... natural and unashamed. I was really beginning to understand the depth of their relationship.

The sound of the blender made me look over at Carlos. "What about... your brother."

She took a sip of her own pina colada she had been nursing for the past few minutes, and I could see her putting her thoughts together. Which made me nervous. "No,mi amor. Not Carlos. Not like that. You have to understand we lived in a very tiny apartment... with very thin walls and one bathroom. I've seen my brother's morning wood as he walked to the shower and he's walked in on me and Maria changing clothes plenty of times. I could hear it when he jerked off in his room, and he could hear if we did in ours. There was never any shaming or blame. We're young and virile. Sex and masturbation are a part of life, so why be embarrassed about it? We tried to have a healthy attitude about it." I began to understand. They didn't just tolerate each other, they understood each other. No shame, no secrets, just trust.