That was the first time I'd ever heard either of them use that word, and she looked at me a bit concerned about what I would say about her saying it. But I knew what she meant, and understood that it was the only way for her to really say it, so I just told her "I'm glad I was able to make you happy, honey — but that's not a word I want to hear you say much, okay? I know why you said it, and why, so I'm not upset… this time."
Relieved, she nodded her head before telling me "I won't, I promise. But you made me feel so good by making love with me, I just wanted to make sure you knew that you've made me so happy, and why. I've heard the older girls at school talking, like I've told you, and that's the word they use; what I felt with you was so different from how they talk that I had to let you know that I knew the difference. You told me that I should be happy about how I gave up my virginity, and with who, and I am. And now that it's over, you're holding yourself over me, keeping me warm and making me feel so safe, and loved… I can feel you, still inside me, and even though you aren't as hard as before, it still feels so nice to have you there. You're still showing me how much you love me, and it just makes me love YOU even more!"
Smiling at her enthusiasm, I gave her a soft kiss on the lips before telling her "I do love you, Em, and that's what I wanted to show you; and maybe even how much. If you liked it that much, and I've made you that happy, then I'm glad."
When she heard that, I saw Emma's eyes get wet as she got ready to cry. She saw me looking at her in concern, and quickly shook her head and smiled, letting me know that they were tears of happiness. Seeing either of them crying always turned me into a big marshmallow, regardless of whether they were crying because they were happy or sad. Trying to head her tears off before they got started, I lowered my head and used my lips to nibble on her earlobe; she giggled and scrunched her shoulder in response. When I raised my head again, I was relieved to see that my ploy had worked — her eyes were still wet, but her tears were being blinked away.
I continued to hold myself over her, and the two of us exchanged a number of soft, loving kisses.
When I could feel that my penis was about to slip free of her, I calmly told her what she could expect to happen. She wasn't embarrassed in the slightest about it, and eagerly agreed to my suggestion that we could clean up together.
When my cock did pull loose of her, I quickly got off of her — though I did delay long enough to give her another quick kiss. She was curious about my suggestion that she carefully scoot herself toward the edge of the bed, but she did it without question or comment; she found out why when I scooped her into my arms and picked her up. As she held on to me and rested her head on my shoulder, I carried her into the bathroom; I lifted the toilet lit with my foot, then set her on the seat. Turning around, I told her I'd be back in a few minutes, then left — closing the door behind me. I took my time about getting a couple of sodas from the fridge and taking them into my bedroom, then neatening the bedcovers a little bit. A good five minutes had gone by before I softly knocked on the bathroom door. I heard her tell me it was okay, and went in to find that she was just starting the shower. I stood behind her and "helped" by cupping her breasts in my hands, and tweaking her nipples a little bit, making her laugh.
Once both of us were under the shower, she didn't hesitate in the slightest to use her finger and the flow of water to ensure that all of my semen was out of her. Once that was taken care of, we had a delightful time cleaning each other up, then drying off. I surprised her by carrying her back into my bedroom and setting her on the bed; when I climbed in next to her, she directed me onto my side, then proceeded to try and get every square inch of her back fused to my front before pulling my arm around to cup her breast. I kissed her shoulder and told her I loved her, and when she turned her head to look at me, her eyes told me how much she loved me, too.
When I woke up the next morning, I was flat on my back, with Emma laying on her side next to me. Her head was on my shoulder, and she had an arm and leg draped across me. I turned my head to look at her, and saw that she was already awake; when she saw me looking at her, the smile she gave me easily made my entire year.
I asked how she was, and it took her a moment to understand that I was asking if she was experiencing any after-effects from the night before. She assured me she was fine, and when I asked if she was sure, she calmly proceeded to prove it — by sucking me to erection, then impaling herself on my manhood and riding me through two orgasms as I played with her breasts, before I filled her with my seed again.
When it was time for us to clean up again, she unabashedly pressed her fingers against her opening to keep my cum from dripping out of her as she had me follow her into the bathroom. I was directed to get the water started while she "helped" by holding my soft and sticky penis in her hand; I got to hold her water-slick breasts from behind as she cleaned my cum out. Following that, we had a playful, happy time cleaning each other up — though some areas likely ended up much cleaner than others did. Dried and dressed, we met up in the kitchen, where we were joined by Gail. Over breakfast, I saw the two of them exchanging Looks, and knew that Gail was fully aware of why Emma had been in my bed… and what had happened.
When I had to take care of some work, both of them opted to go skinny-dipping in the pool for a little while; I remembered to verify what Emma had told me about her birth control. She'd been half-right on both of the names she'd suggested; the stuff was called Norplant. It used a different chemical, and was claimed to be good for five years, as she'd said. I didn't think that she'd lied to me — not at all; I simply wanted to make sure I knew what it was, and how it might affect them.
When I was done for the day, I discovered that they were still out by the pool. I went out to check with them, and let them talk me into going skinny-dipping with them, much to our mutual delight. When we went back inside, Gail didn't seem to mind in the slightest that Emma wanted to cuddle with me while we watched TV.
After that day, I would still find one or the other (or sometimes both) of the girls in my bed at night. Just as before, it was always up to them whether it was for sleep or pleasure. When it was just Emma with me, it was 50–50 whether or not she'd want us to have some fun; if she did, it was also even chances whether or not she'd want me to make love with her. It didn't take long for her to learn how to prolong our physical intimacy, and make her resulting orgasms even better.
Where she got the idea I'll never know, but she even wanted to try anal sex, once. I put it off a few times to give her ample opportunity to change her mind; she never did, and I finally gave in.
We were even more careful about it than we were about her virginity, as well as much slower. It didn't hurt her, but she decided easily enough that she didn't like it as much as "regular" sex, and she never indicated any interest in trying it again.
When Gail's fifteenth birthday rolled around, she had a novel request of her own for me — that I should be the one to deflower her. After making sure she was sure that was what she wanted, and knew she could cancel her request without hurting my feelings, she gave herself to me the following Friday night. Gail had even less discomfort than Emma did, and proved to be just as capable of enjoying it.
Up until each had graduated high school, I had both of them as more than willing sex partners.
Neither one ever tried to use our love-making as any kind of "weapon" to avoid something she didn't want to do, or get something she wanted; our physical intimacy had no impact on my authority, and both of them continued to take care of their various chores and duties without hesitation or complaint.