The younger sister
was the hotter sister
though maybe the elder had more talent.
Tough to tell.
It was easy to want both of them
and at night
in bed
he was capable
of having both of them.

They weren’t normally those kind of women
but something about him
his charm
his panache
his way with a wispily grown mustache
it left them weak before his wiles
his wishes and whims were theirs to fulfill.
Anything he wanted,
they would will.
at night
in bed.

It was strange:
in school
he didn’t feel too cool.
Too often
he felt the fool,
weak, wimpy,
like some string unspooled
but with them
it was different.
It just worked with those women.
At night
in bed
everything just went perfectly.
It was like a spell
between the three of them
during the right hours
with an absence of light
during which they were many bodies
with one mind: his.

He loved their time
and perhaps they did too.
They seemed to, under his purview.
At night
in bed
the two sisters and he
would live and love ever after happily
until he woke up
and faced the light
alone.