The New House Pool Brought the Four of Us Together

More than two years had passed since then, and the four of us were in the best moment of our lives. Business was booming, I had saved more money than I’d ever imagined, and the girls were all in college: good grades, boyfriends, a future ahead of them. Lorena, Sabrina, and Noelia laughed often, and that laughter said everything.

One morning I went to the building where my parents had lived. I didn’t go in. There were too many memories, and their sudden death—the fact that I hadn’t been able to say goodbye—still tightened my chest when I least expected it.

So I called a real estate agent. I had a reasonable offer on the apartment on the table, and with that money plus what I’d saved over the years I could afford something that had been on my mind for a while: a big house, with land, far from the noise.

When everything was settled—the apartment sold, the house signed for—I took the three of them to see it without telling them in advance.

They went crazy. The house was huge: six bedrooms spread over three floors, a long pool, a tennis court, and land that was close to a hectare. It was on the outskirts, yes, but in an area the city was growing toward, so its value would only go up.

We’d brought something to nibble on and the idea was to spend the day there. The girls put on swimsuits and I copied them. After a while all three were topless, because the weather was perfect: a generous sun, about twenty degrees, and a soft breeze that cooled the skin.

“Girls,” I said, “your apartment is very nice, but this house is perfect for the four of us to live together.”

They looked at each other. It was Noelia who spoke first.

“We love the house, but living here, so far from the center…”

“Listen to me,” I insisted. “I’ve been thinking we could all move in here, like a family. There’s plenty of space, and when the girls come back from college there’s room for them too. Besides, the neighboring plot, just as big, has even more bedrooms: we could move the business there. On the outskirts the clients would be more relaxed, without prying eyes.”

“Honestly,” Lorena said thoughtfully, “it sounds good. The girls would work more comfortably, and we’d live better.”

“And how would we pay for it?” Sabrina asked.

“I already looked into it. If you come live with me and put your apartment up for sale, you’ll have enough left over to buy the place next door. And you can rent out the place in the center: fixed income every month.”

“We’ll think about it,” Lorena said with a smile. “Right now, what I want is to go for a swim.”

***

Lorena got into the pool and I went in after her. Once in the water I came up behind her, grabbed her ankles, and dunked her in one smooth pull. She reacted at once: she took hold of my waist, clumsily locked me up in one of the holds she’d learned as a kid, and shoved my head under water. We played like that for a good while, and I took every chance I got to brush her breasts or slide my hand over her hips.

At one point she stopped playing and kissed me. I kissed her back, drew her against me, and while returning the kiss I took her breasts in both hands and slowly played with her nipples.

I looked toward the loungers. Sabrina was lying on her back, eyes closed, one hand between her legs. I could see her sliding two fingers into herself and working them inside, while with the other hand she stroked her clit, oblivious to anything but her own pleasure.

I turned Lorena so she could see the same thing I did. That was enough. She broke away from my embrace, got out of the pool, and walked toward her friend with water streaming down her back.

She knelt between Sabrina’s legs, gently moved her hand aside, and replaced it with her own. Sabrina sighed at the touch and let her head fall back. It didn’t take long before she started trembling.

I got out of the water and went to them. I pulled down my swim trunks and offered my cock to Sabrina, who opened her eyes and took it into her mouth without stopping moaning, because Lorena was still working her with her tongue between her legs. She sucked me all the way, then paused to lick the tip again and again, until I pulled away to bury myself in Lorena, who was already soaked.

I entered her and started moving at a fast pace. The two of them moaning woke Noelia, who had been dozing in the sun until then. When she saw us, she didn’t hesitate: she put her hands on her breasts, pinched her nipples, and slowly moved down toward her sex, stroking herself as she watched us.

I was about to finish, so I pulled out of Lorena and sank into Sabrina, who received me by locking her legs around my back to squeeze me inside her. Lorena lay down beside us and Noelia took the opportunity to position herself between her legs and return the favor with her mouth.

When I came inside Sabrina, I let desire keep calling the shots. Still hard, I moved behind Noelia. She looked back, recognized me, and instead of moving away, she opened herself with her hands and pushed her hips toward me. Lorena’s mouth moved back and forth between my balls and Noelia’s clit while I thrust. Sabrina, for her part, kept touching herself without pause, gathering with her fingers what was left inside her.

Noelia came first, with a muffled cry against Lorena’s mouth. I followed soon after. When it was over, the three of them got up, took each other’s hands, laughing, and got back into the pool to cool off.

“I’m going to sleep for a bit in the first bedroom,” I told them from the edge. “I’ll be waiting there.”

***

I woke up a couple of hours later. Lorena was beside me, both of us naked, her head resting on my chest and her breathing calm. I got up carefully so as not to wake her and took a walk around the house. When I peeked into another of the rooms, I found Noelia and Sabrina tangled together, one on top of the other, devouring each other in silence. I stayed in the doorway until they both reached the end, their bodies shining with sweat and the room thick with a unmistakable smell. I left them alone, went downstairs for something to drink, and headed out to the pool.

I’d been there for about an hour when I felt a hand on my back. It was Lorena, who had already gotten up and had been looking for me. She kissed me and sat down between my legs, back to me.

“I was looking for you,” she said. “I woke up and I was cold.”

“I needed to think for a while. About what I’d do if you all don’t end up wanting to come.”

“I do want to live here. This house is amazing.”

“But those two…”

“Those two, if you give them a room of their own, will be happy anywhere. I promise you.”

I smiled. I stayed quiet for a moment and then asked her to tell me, again, how it had all started. I never got tired of hearing it.

“I was coming out of a checkup, three months pregnant,” she began, “and when I walked out of the building I found Sabrina sitting on the floor. She was skin and bones, dirty, dressed in rags, four months pregnant, and crying. She had nothing to eat and nothing at all. I picked her up off the floor and took her home. I put her in the bath, scrubbed her clean, and made her something for dinner. She emptied half the fridge like she’d gone a week without eating, and that was probably true.”

“And she just stayed?”

“That first night she asked me, crying, to let her sleep with me. That she couldn’t fall asleep without a body beside her. She curled up against me and fell asleep in a minute. The next day I pulled some strings and got her a medical checkup. She was fine. Her baby was fine.”

“And Noelia?”

“We met Noelia at an appointment, weeks later. She was about the same stage as us and that day her partner hadn’t been able to come with her. It was the appointment where they told her the baby’s sex and she asked us, almost ashamed, to go in with her. Sabrina and I looked at each other and said yes. When we came out she gave us her number, we said we’d meet for coffee, but she disappeared. She never answered again. A month later we found her again at the clinic and she told us what had happened: her partner had thrown her out of the house because he doubted the girl was his.”

“And you brought her with you.”

“It broke my heart. I took her home that same afternoon. Since we only had two bedrooms, Sabrina told her to sleep with her, that she didn’t mind sharing a bed. And that’s how the three of us stayed. When we gave birth, with just two weeks between all three of us, there was no turning back: we were a family.”

“And the business came out of necessity,” I added.

“It came from having no other way out and no fear. The rest we built ourselves, brick by brick. And look where we are now,” she said, opening her arms toward the house, toward the pool, toward the sky that was beginning to turn orange.

***

At dusk, since the night was mild, the four of us had dinner by the pool. After a couple of drinks, the three of them talked quietly among themselves, laughed, and finally Lorena turned to me.

“We’ve decided. We’re moving in here.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I answered the way I know best. I got up, undressed them one by one, and began thanking them with my mouth.

I started with Noelia. I licked her sex slowly, sliding two fingers inside her to find that spot that made her arch, while I worked her clit with my tongue. I moved on to Sabrina and repeated the method: two fingers in, tongue out, no rush. When Lorena’s turn came, she stopped me.

“No. Fuck me. Seeing you like this has me ready to explode.”

I entered her easily, all the way. Noelia sat on Lorena’s mouth, and Lorena stuck out her tongue at once, while Sabrina joined in licking Noelia’s clit as I hammered into her. Three mouths, three pairs of hands, all at once. Lorena came so hard she let out a muffled cry against Noelia’s body. Her legs gave out. I picked her up, laid her in a hammock, and covered her with a blanket. She had an angel’s face, eyes closed and a smile from ear to ear.

“Keep going with them,” she whispered before letting sleep take her.

I turned around. Sabrina was sitting on Noelia’s face, and Noelia was stroking herself while lying on the floor. I sank into Noelia, who locked her legs around my back and squeezed me inside her. I started a slow motion, aiming for the deepest point, while she moaned nonstop against Sabrina’s sex. I sped up and she finished quickly, soaking me.

I positioned myself in front of Sabrina, offered her my mouth, and took her by the hair to set a steady rhythm. Every time I pulled back, a thread of saliva fell onto Noelia, whose face was utterly slick with fluid. That image pushed me to the edge. I came in Sabrina’s mouth, more than I remembered ever doing before.

When I pulled away, I tried to wipe Noelia’s face with my hands. She thanked me with a smile, but pushed me aside: she sat up, went over to Sabrina, and started kissing her, sharing everything she had in her mouth. Lorena joined them, having woken up only so she wouldn’t be left out.

Seeing them like that lit me up again. I took Sabrina—the only one I hadn’t made love to that afternoon—laid her on the table by the pool, and entered her. While I fucked her, Noelia and Lorena moved toward her breasts. Sabrina held their heads and pressed them against her body, asking for more. I kept going until, just before finishing, I pulled out to divide myself among the three of them.

After that we all got into the pool together, rinsed ourselves off laughing, and went upstairs to sleep in the first bedroom, the four of us in the same bed. I was exhausted, but I knew that in the morning one of my girls would wake me up in her own way, and that from that day on, this house would be the beginning of something much bigger.