1 comments/ 178650 views/ 30 favorites The Lingerie Incident By: SWFL_Wordslinger Introduction from the author 8-11-2011: Hello again. This story was originally intended to be a single, "one-and-done" piece. It has now grown to 4 submitted chapters, with a 5th on the way soon. It was posted with no outside editing or proof reading, which is evident. Looking back, it's clear that it's long overdue for a proper edit and revision. That being said, the direction to story is taking has dictated some changes in the story it's self, which will be carried through to the subsequent chapters that have been posted, namely in the point-of-view and tense of the story. No major changes to the plot or subject matter have been made. I hope you enjoy. And special thanks to blackstallion21 for editing this mess. *** The ringing of his cell phone broke Kevin out of the daze he'd been in. He looked down at the caller I.D: It was Misty. She was probably running late again. They were supposed to meet at her sister's house for dinner. "Hey babe, what's up?" "I'm goin to get my nails done before we go to Kristen's house, 'kay?" "That's fine; I just got here a few minutes ago." "Oh you're already there?" "Yeah, your sis is in the shower. Jim is working late, so it's just going to be us three." "OK, I'll probably be about an hour or so." "Have fun. Love you." "Love you too. Bye." He flipped the phone closed and stared at it for a minute. It never failed, that woman would be late for he own funeral. "Was that Misty?" Kristen called from her bedroom. "Yeah, she's gonna be here in about an hour, probably." "Oh, okay. Good..." Good? What the hell is THAT supposed to mean? Just then Kristen walked into the room, wrapped in a soft white bathrobe. He watched her come across the room to stand in front of the couch where he was sitting. "I want your opinion on something." She had a sheepish grin on her face and was fidgeting nervously with the tie of the bathrobe. "I bought some lingerie to wear for Jim the other day, but I'm not sure if he'll like it. The last one I bought he laughed at." She looked at the floor as she said the last, clearly self conscious. "I just wanted to find something that would turn him on. We haven't had sex in three months!" She blurted out. "Umm, Ok." He answered her hesitantly, "Just don't tell Misty. She'd kill us both." They both laughed at that, because they knew it was true, if his wife found out that her sister modeled lingerie for him they would both be in deep shit. She knew their past, and even something as innocent as 'does this look good on me' would get turned into a big deal. It had happened before. Kristen and Kevin had an unusual relationship to say the least. Their parents met when we were both young, so their families had been friends for a while. With an age difference of only three years, they kindled a natural friendship. In high school, Kevin really started to notice her as a woman, not just a friend, and fell pretty hard for her. Unfortunately, she didn't seem interested beyond friendship. During their times alone together she was always flirting with and teasing, but when they went out somewhere he was just "her ride" or "a friend". Eventually, he gave up and moved on. Now there they were, years later. Kevin was married to her little sister, and Kristen was married to a lazy, worthless ex-con that treated her like shit. He had never lost the physical attraction to her but never tried to pursue it. Being married to her sister only seemed to spur her flirtatious nature towards him. She loved to wear low cut shirts that showcased her cavernous cleavage and come to visit her sister, knowing he couldn't stop himself from checking her out. This retrospective flashed through his consciousness in a mere instant. "..." Kristen was saying something. "Huh?" he grunted. "Still with me; I thought I lost you for a minute." "Yeah... sorry. I got lost in my head." "Okay." She said, smiling at his bit of witticism. "Ready?" He nodded. Slowly, the bathrobe opened and dropped to the floor. She stood there, a shaft of sunlight falling on the soft curves of her body and setting her golden hair aglow. The outfit was hot, dark red silk panties lined with black lace and a matching bustier that barely held her 36DD bust. He could clearly see the stainless steel ring in each nipple, just poking above the edge of the fabric. "Wow..." he sighed breathlessly, "you look amazing." Color rose in her cheeks, turning the pale skin to red as if with rouge. At barely 5'1" and about 145 pounds, Kristen had a beautiful, thick body: legs that you wanted to have wrapped around your head for days, a nice round ass and curves in all the right places. The outfit she wore looked custom tailored to accent those curves. He was acutely aware that his jeans were feeling tighter in the crotch, but couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was getting hard. "You're not lying?" She studied his face closely, gauging the truth of his answer. "No I'm definitely not lying. You look sexy as hell." He could tell she didn't really believe him, and was about to reassure her of just how gorgeous she looked when she glanced down to see the growing bulge in his pants. He quickly moved his hands to try to conceal the erection. Smiling slyly she said "No, I see you're not lying." "The question is do you feel sexy in it?" he asked. "That's the important part." "Well, I don't know if it's the outfit, or the situation; or maybe both. But you tell me..." She grabbed Kevin's hand and pulled it up to her crotch, pressing it against the soft silk of her panties. The fabric was soaked to the point that it was almost dripping. He pulled his hand back, rubbing his slippery finger tips together. He put the fingers to his lips and tasted the sweet wetness. She looked at him questioningly with her stunning pale blue eyes. God she's killing me! He thought. "I'd say you're obviously turned on." he pointed out, trying to sound nonchalant. "Too bad your man isn't home to take care of you." "He won't get off work until eleven. And besides," She said as she reached down and grabbed his bulging jeans "I have something right here to take care of me, if you're willing." The air felt electrically charged as he looked up at his sister. The moment he had wished for so badly as a teenager had finally come. "I'll take good care of you." He said, as he pulled her into his lap. *** Every nerve and sense in his body was in overdrive. He could smell the light scent of the lavender soap she had showered with above the sweet, inviting smell of her wetness. Her skin was like the softest, whitest cream; liquid silk under his roaming hands. When she bent into him to nibble his earlobe her breath was like a hurricane. He ran his fingers through her hair, leaning forward to kiss her neck while his hands slid over her body, from her shoulders, to the mounds of her breasts, down her back to grip her plump ass. The moist heat of her womanhood was grinding against his hard-on through his pants. They kissed; slowly at first, their mouths brushing lightly, testing the waters. She parted her tender lips and their tongues meet for the first time -- a kiss nearly twenty years in the making. The passion was building and their kissing became feverish, almost desperate. Her hands were on the back of his head, gripping his hair and holding his lips tight to hers. The kissing continued for sometime before their mouths finally parted. Kristen's lips were red and puffy. She looked at Kevin, her eyes asking if he wanted to go on without saying a word. He wouldn't - couldn't - stop now. Not even if Misty or Jim walked in on them. From that point on there was no turning back. He answered her by reaching up to unlace her bustier. She arched her back, pushing her chest out. As the lacings came free she pulled the fabric to the sides and her heavy round globes came spilling out. The soft white skin was capped by darker, salami sized areolas surrounding her erect eraser-like nipples. He dipped his head to nuzzle into the deep cleft of her cleavage, breathing in her scent and kissing the soft tissue of her tits. His mouth searched for the hard buds of her nipples and she moaned as he sucked one into his mouth and lightly nibbled it, his tongue flicking the little ring as he suckled. She took one large mound in each hand and lifted them away, up to her mouth. Her tongue slipped out to slide over each rock hard nipple before sucking them each into her mouth in turn. His cock was harder than it had ever been, throbbing and straining against fabric of his jeans. Kristen reached down and rubbed the bulge she had been grinding on. "Yeah, you like that don't you." She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "You like playing with your wife's big sis? I know you've wanted me for a long time. I've wanted you too, so bad. I thought I had missed my chance." Hearing his sister confess that she had been lusting for him as well nearly drives Kevin insane. He reached between her legs to rub her soaked panties against her pussy. She let him continue for a second and then pushed his hand firmly away. "Uh-uh. You don't get that just yet baby." She teased. "First I want to suck that nice hard dick you've got. Do you mind?" "I thought you didn't give head." It was all his jumbled mind could think to say. She leveled her gaze at him. "I say that because I don't want to suck Jim's, but I would love to suck you." She explained smiling. Kristen slid to her knees in front of the couch and unbuttoned his jeans. Reaching inside, she grabbed his hard cock and pulled it free of its denim prison. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she ran her hand over the thick seven inch long shaft. "Mmm, just the way I like it." She confessed as she pulled his pants the rest of the way off, "Thick, cut and shaved." She looked up at her lover as her tongue slid from his smoothly shaven balls all the way to the swollen head of his member. It felt like a hot, sticky paint brush. Her lips pressed against the tip and Kevin could feel her tongue massaging the slit, tasting the pre-cum that had been dripping from it. He moaned softly as her lips parted and he slid into her waiting mouth. Inside her mouth was like a sauna: steamy, hot and wet. Never taking her eyes from his, she slid down his pole, pushing him deep into her until her nose was pressed against the shaved skin of his pubic area. He could feel the muscles of her throat working to adjust to this new intruder, expanding and contracting around his cock. She held him there for an eternity, tongue working against the underside of his dick, lips clamped tight around the girth. Finally her head lifted and he slid out of her throat, covered in thick ropes of saliva. She gasped for air as she wiped her glistening chin. Kevin's sultry sister slowly sucked and stroked his cock until it felt like he was going to explode. Her eyes never left his as she methodically worked over the throbbing tool with her hands and mouth. I don't know how much longer I can take this, I need to be inside this woman NOW! his mind screamed. "Stand up." He instructed her. She stood in front of him, letting his hands run over her beautiful legs and slide her panties off. He kissed his way down from her stomach to run his tongue over the wet slit between her legs. He was pleasantly surprised to find that her clit hood was pierced as well. His tongue flicked across it and Kristen moaned loudly. She thrust her crotch into his face and pushed his head into her lovely shaved snatch. The wet, sweet smell of her sex filled his nose as he nuzzled between her juicy lips. After a moment he lifted his head and pulled her down this lap. "Do you have any condoms?" He asked. "No, we don't use them. I'm allergic to latex." She said sheepishly. "Is that okay?" "It is if you're okay with it." He assured her. She was. They kissed deeply again as she grabbed his cock and guided it to her hot, wet opening. Her muscles tightened and they both sighed as it slid between her lips. He sank deep inside of her and she lay forward against his chest, eyes shut, breathing rapidly, impaled on his pole. "Oh my god you feel so good." She whispered in his ear. "I want you to fuck me so hard..." The rest was lost when Kevin pressed his mouth to hers and started to slide in and out of her in deep, slow strokes. Kristen leaned back and Kevin buried his face in her cleavage, kissing the milky skin, his lips gliding over every inch of her heavy round jugs. He gently bit her nipples, sucking each nipple ring into his mouth. Her breath came in short gasps and he could feel her pussy getting wetter as she slid up and down his shaft. Their guttural moans and cries were the only soundtrack to the intense lovemaking. The rhythm quickened. Harder. Faster. Kevin leaned back, letting her take total control of the pace. She slammed his cock into her pussy like her life depended on it. She was so wet; his balls were slick and dripping with her fluids. She reached between her legs to rub her swollen clit, pulling and flicking the piercing there. Kevin reached around and traced a finger around the puckered opening of her ass before sliding it in up to the knuckle. A small cry escaped her lips at this new stimulation. She seemed to enjoy it however, and began to flex the anal muscles around his finger. "Oh baby, please don't stop" She begged, "I'm going to cum." Before she could, he rolled to the left and to lay her down on the couch. He quickly slid to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue flew over her swollen clit, flicking across her clit ring and coaxing a long, moaning sigh from his sister. Parting her lips, he dipped his tongue into her honey pot, exploring every crevice. Her hands were on the back of his head holding it down as she pushed her hips up to his face to grind her pussy against his mouth. "Ooohhhhh" she cried. "I'm cumming! Oh God! Ohgodohgodohgod!" Tangy-sweet wetness flooded his mouth and he greedily slurped it up, not wasting a drop. Kristen's body squirmed in pleasure as he licked through her orgasm. When her moans began to subside he climbed between her thighs again and rammed his throbbing cock into her. She screamed in ecstasy as her orgasm re-intensified. Kevin started fucking her with slow, deep strokes. Her legs locked around his waist and pull him in tight. "I want to feel you cum inside of me" She whispered. "Are you sure?" Kevin mumbled, not really caring if she was or not. He wanted nothing more than to empty his aching balls inside of her. Damn the consequences and full speed ahead! "Mmmm... yes. Fuck me hard and fill me up!" She moaned. Their eyes locked and Kevin was lost in a sea of palest blue. I could die in those intoxicating eyes. he thinks. All conscious thought went on vacation: He was a prisoner of lust, hers and his own... *** Kevin was pumping hard and fast, really pounding her juicy pussy. Kristen had one hand furiously rubbing the hard pink bud of her clit while the other pulled and kneaded her sensitive nipples. He could feel his cock swelling, engorged to size it had never been before, ready to burst and knew he couldn't hold it in much longer. "Ohhhh! I'm cumming again!" Her body began to tremble beneath him. She arched her back, pushing her chest to the ceiling, screaming his name over and over. He couldn't take it anymore. As her pussy clenched and the flood of her juices intensified, he buried his cock deep inside of her and exploded. She cried out with every spurt of hot cum as it filled her up. They collapsed together and kissed passionately, bodies trembling in each others arms. Kevin's cock was still throbbing inside of her, beginning to soften. Without a word he pulled out and slid to his knees. Cum was slowly oozing out of her beautiful pussy, mixed with the last of her fluids. He ran his hands over her trembling body and dipped his head between her thighs. His tongue slid into her, scooping up the dripping seed. The taste of his own cum was foreign to him: thick and salty, mixed with Kristen's thinner, oh-so-sweet wetness. He continued to lick and slurp at her until she pulled him up to her and they kissed again deeply, sharing their mingled juices. The two lovers lay together on the couch for some time; not speaking, simply enjoying the post-coital heat of each others bodies. Kristen had her back to Kevin, her body pressed tightly to his, with his arms wrapped around her. She could feel his limp penis resting against the warm cleft of her ass. She rolled onto her back to look at him, searching for something to say. "Thank you." She said finally. "I'm really glad I asked your opinion." "I'd say your lingerie is a big hit." "I'd say you're right. I'll make sure I model everything I buy from now on." She told him with a sly, teasing smile. "Oh I can't wait for you to go shopping again!" The Lingerie Incident Ch. 02 Introduction from the author The story you see below is a continuation of "The Lingerie Incident" some of you may have read. Although I think it can stand on its own I recommend that if you haven't read the previous chapter, to please do so before continuing on, as it sets the stage for the events in this chapter. It seems the adventures with Kristen aren't quite over yet. I'm honestly surprised at the turn of events in this chapter. I had an idea of how I wanted to start, but the rest or the story just seemed to grow on its own. I hope you enjoy. 2011: Special thanks to blackstallion21for editing this revised version. *** The computer screen in front of him flashed, displaying a notification: he had a new email. It was from Kristen. She never sends me emails. He thought, curious about what she had to say. He clicked 'Yes' and the message popped up in the center of the screen. Little did he know that the email he was about to read was going to change his life. The message was only six words, but those six words caused Kevin's stomach to drop like he was cresting the lift on the world's tallest rollercoaster. From: Kristen To: Kevin Subject: None Message: We need to talk. I'm pregnant. His coffee cup fell from his slack grip, spilling hot coffee into his lap. He didn't notice, just sat there staring at the screen, reading those six words over and over again. "How could this happen?" he thought. Knowing full well what happened; five weeks ago he had fucked his sister and came inside of her. THAT'S what happened. They had both been consumed with lust at the time and wanted that ultimate joining of man and woman, but that was obviously a VERY bad idea. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He scolded himself. With trembling hands and a stomach doing aerobics he picked up the phone and dialed Kristen's number. Two days later, he found himself sitting in a cramped waiting room full of women and screaming children. Kristen had insisted on going to the free clinic instead of her family doctor, who was also her sisters' doctor. So he left work early to pick up Kristen to bring her here. He looked over at the woman sitting next to him: her hair was disheveled and unwashed; she wore no makeup, and generally looked like she hadn't slept in a month. She still managed to look sexy as hell in a short pink skirt and white tank top that prominently displayed her cavernous cleavage. A cute blonde nurse came into the room and looked around, breaking his train of thought. "Mrs. Conner?" She called. Kristen looked up, suddenly looking frightened and small. The nurse caught her eyes. "You can come with me now." She got half way across the room before she realized that Kevin wasn't with her. Looking back, she pleaded. "Aren't you coming?" "I guess if you want me to." He stood up to follow the two women. The nurse led them down a small hallway to a microscopic exam room and told Kristen to lie on the bed and that Dr. Cullins would be right in. Kevin stood against the wall, nervously awaiting the doctor. *** On the ride back to Kristen's house, the truck was eerily silent. She hadn't said a word since leaving the clinic, and he couldn't think of a way to start a conversation. The doc had confirmed that Kristen was indeed pregnant and was approximately three weeks along. During the exam, the Doctor had asked when the last time she had had intercourse, trying to pin down a date of conception. Kristen, this was vague, not giving an exact date just 'sometime in the last month'. At the time Kevin had dismissed it as nerves, but a thought had been gnawing at the back of his mind ever since. "When was the last time you and Jim had sex?" He asked her point blank. After almost two minutes of silence he was preparing to repeat the question when she finally spoke. "A week or so after you and I did, probably six or seven times since then." She mumbled. Pushing further, he asked. "Did you use a condom?" "No. I told you, I'm allergic to latex." She answered, looking at the floor board. "And does he always pull out?" "Sometimes, but not all the time." She replied timidly. A small wave of relief washed over him at that moment. There was a very good possibility that the baby was her husbands, not his. He knew he wasn't quite off the hook yet, but at least there was hope. He glanced over at Kristen and saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes as well. Fifteen minutes later they pulled into Kristen's driveway and killed the engine. They sat in silence for an eternity before she finally spoke. "What are we going to do?" "We just have to take this one step at a time. And the next step is to try to get that test the doctor told us about. That way we can see who the father is. Everything is going to be fine, one way or the other." He assured her. "I'm glad one of us is optimistic. I can't see any way this could have a good outcome." She admitted. "Well, we'll just have to wait and see." "Yeah, I guess. Can you come in for a few minutes?" She asked sheepishly. "I don't want to be alone right now." As they walked up to her door, Kevin put his arm around Kristen's shoulder and pulled her close. She looked up at him with those stunning pale blue eyes and smiled gratefully. *** The pair ended up lying in Kristen's bed, watching a movie and chatting about anything and everything to get their minds off of the current situation. Sometime during the movie, Kristen dozed off in his arms. He lounged there with her head on his shoulder, watching her sleep for quite a while. Her soft locks fell around her face and onto his chest, framing her face in gold. He carefully brushed her hair behind her ear and gazed at her sleeping face. God she is beautiful. He thought. He was keenly aware of the shape of her body pressing into his; the soft swell of her breasts against his torso, the heat of her against his thigh as their legs intertwined. The combination had his cock beginning to swell in his pants. He gently leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, knowing it was a bad idea but helpless to stop. Kristen's eyes sprang open as his tongue entered her mouth. Her body stiffened momentarily. Realizing what was happening, she began to return his kiss. Their tongues danced around each other, slipping and sliding from her mouth to his. Her hand slipped down between them and traced the thick outline of his shaft running down his right thigh. "Mmmmffff." She groaned through their tightly joined lips. Without a word, Kristen pushed away from him and spun her body. Her knees fell on either side his chest and her supple body pressed down along his abdomen. She rubbed her face over the ridge protruding from his pants. Kevin quickly flipped her skirt up, revealing her plump, round ass clad in only a small pink thong. The smell of her sex was intoxicating: sweet, damp and slightly musty. He ran his hands up her creamy thighs and squeezed her succulent cheeks. Kristen lowered her hips in response, grinding her sopping panties into his face. At the same time he felt damp heat against his engorged member; Kristen was trailing sloppy wet kisses down the length of his cock, licking and sucking it through the fabric of his khaki pants until they were soaked with her saliva. Her left hand crept to his crotch and began kneading his balls roughly. With her free hand she began to squeeze and stroke his cock through his pants. The fabric scraped roughly against his distended member, creating a symphony of pleasure and pain. He managed to pull the thin pink string of her thong to the side and buried his face into his sisters dripping snatch. She moaned softly with her lips gripping his imprisoned member as he dined on her succulent flesh. Kristen wrestled to free the throbbing snake from his pants and with a tug she finally ripped it free of the confines. Her hand was a hot contrast to the cool, air conditioned room. "Mmmm, that looks so yummy." She whispered. Her hands were slowly sliding up and down the length of his shaft. "I can't wait to get to the cream filling." Kevin moaned into her wet hole when she suddenly slid him into her mouth. In one quick move his entire seven inch length was swallowed all the way to the hilt. Kristen's throat convulsed once as she tried to gag, then she just held it there, massaging the top side of his cock with her tongue, lips stretched tight around the engorged girth. Recovering a little from the initial shock, he renewed his pussy eating with gusto. His tongue slid along the thick inner lips of her pussy, down to the hard little bud of her clit, peeking out of its pierced hood. Paying extra attention to this most sensitive spot he sucked it into his mouth and gently nibbled. He was rewarded by a deep, rumbling moan that reverberated though his cock. After what seemed like an eternity, Kristen slowly slid him out of her mouth. He couldn't see anything down there with her pussy planted firmly on his face, but he could feel the thick ropes of saliva stringing from the head to her mouth, dripping onto his pelvis. "Ohhhh Kevin! Yes baby!" She cried. "Eat my pussy! Fuck me with your tongue!" He quickly painted her slit with his tongue, spreading her lips and dipping in to taste her sweet nectar. Without stopping he swept his tongue higher, circling the tight puckered skin of her anus. Kristen's body lurched forward in his arms at this unexpected stimulation. "Oh shit! That feels amazing! Ummmfff..." The rest was cut off as she swallowed his cock again and began to vigorously suck and stroke it. Kevin dipped his tongue into her leaking pussy once more, and then pressed it hard against her anal opening, working it just inside the tight outer rim. Penetrating her ass with his tongue caused a tidal flood to erupt from her pussy. "Aaaahhh, God I'm cumming!!!" She tried to cry around the hard pole between her lips. Her body began to shake on top of him. He quickly turned his attention to the sweet flood raining down on him; slurping and lapping her juices noisily. Kristen cried over and over again as he ruthlessly licked through her orgasm. The sweltering wetness of her mouth and the vibrations of her moans had him close to his own climax. His amazingly adept sister must have sensed the impending eruption, because she doubled her efforts on his member. Half of his length was trapped in her mouth, while her right hand was a blur as it flew along the remainder of it. With her left hand she began to knead and massage his distended balls, working them like clay. With my mouthful of pussy Kevin growled "Ahh here it comes, I'm going to cum!" Kristen quickly pulled his cock out until her lips were wrapped tightly around the glans and the tip was resting on the soft bed of her tongue. He erupted instantly, spraying hot globs of cum onto her waiting tongue and against the soft lining at the back of her throat. She continued to stroke his spewing cock, increasing her iron grip and milking every last drop from his balls. With each successive spurt she squeezed his aching nuts, making sure they were completely drained. Satisfied that she had every drop he had to offer, Kristen spun around and collapsed on top of her brother, head on his chest, hair stuck to her face with sweat. "God, that was incredible." Kevin complimented. "I've never came in a woman's mouth before. Misty would vomit if I did." Kristen just looked up at him with those beautiful baby blues and smiled but she didn't say a word. Her mouth was clamped shut, and she continued to stare at him. "Is something wrong?" He asked, rather dreamily. He was enchanted by her eyes, and the playful smirk on her pouting lips. "Mmm-mmmm" She answered before slowly opening her mouth. Her tongue was lost in a milky white ocean inside of her mouth. It seemed like there was four or five table spoons of it. Strings of cum were hanging from her uvula and her tonsils were white and gooey. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and started to swirl the thick gunk around with her tongue. Finally she swallowed the load in two gigantic gulps. She propped herself up on one elbow and leaned into him. Traces of semen were still on her lips as they parted and her mouth enveloped his. Her tongue snaked out and invaded his, slipping over his own tongue. He could taste the mildly salty-alkaline taste of his cum as they kissed fervently. Kristen finally broke the kiss and looked at him. "That was the best cum I've ever tasted Kev." She confessed. "I could eat your cum every day and not get tired of it." She glanced at the clock beside the bed and reluctantly stood up. "You better get dressed and get outta here. Jim will be home soon." *** When he finally made it home that night, Misty was in the den, working on some files she had brought home from work. Kevin stood in the doorway and watched her staring intently at the screen of her laptop. He really did love her, and fucking her sister couldn't change that, but didn't have much of a sex life; never had in fact. Misty just didn't care for sex much, so he only got laid once every couple of months, although the sex was always amazing when it did happen. She was just more focused on her work than anything else. It's a shame too, because she had a body that deserved to be worshiped. Unlike her sister who was short and thick in all the right ways, Misty was tall and slender. At 5' 11" she was just an inch shorter than her husband, and over half a foot taller than Kristen. Long, luxurious legs led up to a pert round ass that you could bounce a quarter off of. Her chest was blessed with a full, perky pair of B-cup tits, perfectly proportioned to her body, where Kristen's was adorned with heavy, round double D's. Long dark chestnut hair and intriguing grey-green eyes topped the package off. Misty noticed him standing in the doorway and glanced up. "Hey babe, I didn't hear you come in. How long have you been standing there gawking?" "You know me. I like to sneak up on unsuspecting victims." "Riiiggght." She said rolling her eyes before returning her attention back to her computer screen. "Did you have fun with the boys?" His mind drew a blank. What the hell is she talking about? Then it clicked. He had told Misty earlier that he was going to hang out with some of the guys from work and have a drink; a cover for his trip to doctor with her sister. "Yeah, we had a good time. We picked up this hooker and took her back to Tim's place." he said jokingly. "She didn't have any teeth, but man could she gum the hell out of a dick." Misty cracked up laughing, clutching her stomach and almost falling out of her chair. That pretty much summed up their relationship: they were always joking around like that, picking on each other, exchanging crude jokes. Her sense of humor was what he really loved about that woman. When she had regained her composure, she clicked her laptop closed and stood up. She was wearing a silk robe that tied at the waist and was open down to her belly button, giving a nice view of her chest and sides of her breasts. The hem came mere inches below the bottom of her ass. She looked amazing. "I was just about to get in the shower. Wanna come?" His wife asked playfully. "I'll let you wash me." "...Like I would turn down a chance to get my hands on a body like that." He retorted, glancing and the hard buds of her nipples poking at the silk of her robe. Misty walked past and sashayed toward the shower. Tonight is going to be a good night. He thought. *** Melon scented soap bubbles coursed down Misty's slender body. Her back was to him, pressing against his tightly and pinning him to the shower wall. Kevin's hands traced random patterns over her body with her shower puff, adding to the suds. His erection was wedged into the cleft of her ass, which Misty was gyrating seductively, using her soapy crevasse to masturbate him. Her head was thrown back on his shoulder, leaving her neck exposed for him to lick, suck and nibble on. Soft moans echoed from the marble tiles of the shower. His left hand slid over the soft swell of her tummy, a finger tracing circles around the pierced skin of her belly button, before continuing south. Sliding over the smooth, shaved skin above, his fingers found her pussy and spread her lips. No soap needed for lubrication there, as her opening was hot and slippery-wet of its own accord. He found the swollen knot of her clit and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, massaging it gently. Her flesh broke out in goose bumps despite of the sauna-like heat in the shower. Misty bent at the waist in front of him, reaching behind her to guide his cock between her thighs which she promptly clenched around it. She began sliding back and forth, fucking him with her tightly clasped thighs. The heat of her womanhood blanketed the top side of his erection; with each backward thrust of her hips her clit ground along his shaft, sending shivers up her spine. Finally, she grabbed his throbbing member and positioned it at her wet opening. Ever so slowly she pushed her hips back, taking it into her a centimeter at a time. She was so tight, every time he entered her it was like sticking his dick in a vise. When his length was fully embedded in her, Misty slowly rotated her hips, flexing her pussy as she did. The feeling was indescribable, and had the added effect of expanding her opening to accommodate his raging hard-on. "Aahhhhhhhh..." Misty growled. "You're still as tight as the day I popped your cherry baby." Kevin moaned. She looked back over her shoulder at her husband. "Mmmm, you love my tight little pussy don't you?" "Ahhh, yes I do." he whispered as she started to slide back and forth on his pole. She reached between her legs and grabbed his sagging testicles. Her nails bit into the sensitive skin as she squeezed them. His hands slid over her tight bottom, giving each cheek a brisk smack. "Ooooo!" Misty cried out with each slap, "Spank me." His hands roamed over her back, her shoulders, around her sides, but ultimately returned to her lovely rear to deliver another smack. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter with each one, allowing his cock to slide more freely in her tight grip. Grabbing Misty's shoulders he stood her up, still impaled on his erection, and spun their bodies around. Misty stood facing the wall, arms spread wide, tits sandwiched against the tile. He pulled her waist towards him a little for better access, and began to pound her from behind. Her pussy was flooding, and dilated enough to allow him to really give it to her. Her moans turned into soft cries, which turned into high pitched screams of ecstasy as he drilled into her. "Ohhhhhhhh! Fuck Kevin! Fuck meeeeeee! Yes! Yes!" Her body started to shake and her eyes clenched shut; a low, growling moan began to build in her chest, rising in pitch and volume exponentially until her voice cracked. "AAAHHHHH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!!!!" She cried as an orgasm rippled through her lithe body. With an iron grip on his wife's hips, he continued to pummel her quivering snatch for a full minute until he felt the familiar rush of impending release. He quickly ripped his cock from her hole and pumped his fist angrily up and down the shaft. "Ohhh Misty..."Kevin moaned as his balls exploded, sending thick, white ribbons of cum up his wife's back. The first shot landed squarely between her shoulder blades, getting in her hair. When his dick finally stopped imitating a fire hose there was a trail of cum from her neck, down her back, and a thick stream sliding down between her ass cheeks. Misty was still pressed against the shower wall, quivering and whimpering. Feeling weak, he turned and leaned his back against the wall beside her. She turned her head to look at him, breathing rapidly, eyes half lidded. The Lingerie Incident Ch. 02 "Fuck." She panted. "I thought I was going to pass out when I came." She leaned in and kissed him deeply. "Thank you." "Now, clean me up." She said smiling, handing him the soap *** A wave of Déjà vu swept over Kevin as he sat staring at the computer monitor on his desk. The email he was reading was eerily similar to the one that rocked his world three weeks ago. From: Misty To: Kevin Subject: None Message: We need to talk. It's important. He couldn't help feeling a little trepidation as he picked up his cell phone. "Call Misty." He commanded the little electronic device. A sound of ringing filled his ears as he waited on the call to connect. There was a click and then Misty's voice was on the line. "Hey, you got my message?" His wife answered. "Uhh, yeah. What's up?" He said rather nervously. A million different scenes flew through his mind in a flash. None of them were good. "Kris is pregnant! I'm going to be an aunt!" She exclaimed. "Isn't that cool?" "Wow. Yeah I guess that's pretty cool." He said, feigning surprise. "Is she happy?" "Yes and no. That's what I want to talk to you about." She said gravely. Kevin's stomach lurched. Here it comes. He thought. Kristen got all self conscious and told her sister about us. Great. "Did you hear me?" Misty asked. She sounded annoyed now. "No, your phone must have cut out. What did you say?" He prayed that she couldn't hear the tremble in my voice. "I said 'Do you care if she stays with us for a while?'." "What do you mean 'stay with us'?" "Jim went nuts when she told him. Told her she needed to get an abortion ASAP." She said. She was picking up steam now, talking a mile a minute. When Misty got excited, that girl could talk. "Well she said no, she would never get an abortion so he choked her and pushed her down. He threatened to beat her until she 'shit the baby out on the carpet' if she didn't take care of it. Can you believe that jerk? Anyway, she said she would go right then to the clinic..." "Wait a minute." He interrupted. "She's actually going to get an abortion?" That was quite possibly his kid she was carrying, like it or not, and that is the last thing he wanted. "No doofy." She replied, clearly irritated at the interruption. "Let me finish. She said that to get him off of her. When she left she went right to the police station and filed a report. I guess he left bruises on her shoulders and throat. So, they arrested him. But he'll probably be out on bail tonight, and since the house is in his name Kristen can't stop him from going there. Hence, she needs a place to stay for a while. Do you care?" "Well, no I don't care. She can stay with us." He told her. In the back of his mind he was thinking about how nice it would be to share a house with two gorgeous women for a while. "Great. She's already there unpacking her things." She giggled. That much he had already figured out on his own. Misty didn't usually ask a question she didn't already know the answer to. That night when he returned home, Misty and Kristen were sitting in the family room watching television. Misty was wearing tight boy-short type bottoms and a tank top, and Kristen was wearing some hip hugging gym shorts and a very thin, very low cut tee and was obviously not wearing a bra. He could clearly see her nipples through the stretched fabric. He could also clearly see the handprints on her throat. Misty motioned him over to the spot on the couch between them. "Come watch TV with us babe." She called. "Yeah 'baby'" Kristen mocked "come sit with us." Both girls chuckled. Not wanting to disappoint two beautiful women, he went over and took a seat between the two ladies. "Thanks for letting me crash here for a while Kev." Kristen said. "I really appreciate it." She sat up and wrapped her arms around him, hugging tightly, and planted a wet smooch on his cheek. Her nipples were hard little rocks under her shirt. "H-hey, no problem." He stuttered. "You don't need to be around that psycho anyway." A beep from the kitchen drew Misty from her seat. "That would be our nachos. Be right back." He watched his wife, now bound for the kitchen. A hand on his thigh brought his attention back to her sister sitting beside him. Kristen moved her hand onto his crotch and his penis twitched with excitement at her touch. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "I'll properly thank you later." Her breath in his ear gave him chills. She drew away just as Misty came back in with a tray of nachos and beer. Kevin sat mostly in silence, killing a few beers as the girls watched a movie and absently chit-chatted about this and that. The women sat at either end of the couch, with their legs stretched out over his lap. The soft flesh of Kristen's calves pressed down on his crotch, concealing his obvious hard-on from his wife. He tried to keep his arms as far away from Kristen's legs as possible, but kept finding them draped over her legs as well as Misty's. The conversation slowly trickled out, and somewhere near the end of the movie he noticed that Misty and Kristen were both asleep. Looking to his left, he couldn't help himself; he slowly slid a hand up Kristen's smooth, creamy thigh. Glancing to his right to confirm that his wife was still asleep, he quickly slipped his fingers inside her sister's shorts. His finger tips brushed a thin dusting of pubic hair just above her mostly hairless cleft instead of the fabric of some panty that he had expected. Using his ring and forefingers, he spread her lips apart and lightly massaged her opening with his middle finger. A light smile formed on Kristen's lips and she shifted slightly clearly enjoying what he was doing. Encouraged, he slipped his finger into her hole up to the knuckle and slowly started to fuck her pussy with it. She bit her lip and slowly opened her eyes, fixing her gaze on him. "Mmm." She whispered. "Now that's a way to wake a woman up." She stole a quick glance at Misty sleeping on the other side of him. "Naughty boy." "Oooo!" She gasped when two more fingers slid into her. She spread her legs a little to give more access to her twat while her left hand snuck beneath the waistband of her shorts and began to rub her clit in tight, hard circles. In mere minutes Kristen was panting harshly, her body trembling as she edged closer to orgasm. She grabbed a cushion and clamped it over her face to stifle her moans as she came all over his probing fingers. As her climax subsided, she let the pillow drop to the floor. Kevin pulled his slick fingers from her body and stuck them in his mouth, savoring the sweet and tangy taste. Movement to Kevin's right caught his attention and he quickly dropped his fingers. Misty stirred awake and looked at me. "Are you ready for bed?" She asked groggily, getting up from the couch "Yeah, sure." he said, glancing over to her sister. Kristen seemed to be fast asleep except for the impish smile on her lips. He slipped from under her legs and followed Misty to the bedroom. *** Kevin sat up in bed and looked around the dim bedroom groggily. He was covered in sweat and his heart was beating furiously in his chest. The dream, no -- nightmare, he had been having replayed in his head in a continuous loop; Misty had been chasing him around the house using her sisters' new born baby, which looked like a miniature version of him complete with hair and teeth, as a club to beat him with. He looked to the left, squinting, and saw that the clock was proclaiming 12:43 AM. His tongue was stuck to the desert that was the roof of his mouth. Misty was sleeping soundly beside him, lightly snoring. He quietly slipped out of bed and padded down the hall in his boxers and down the stairs to the kitchen and poured himself a tall glass of milk. He stood at the island in the center of the large room, drinking his milk and looking out the large French doors across the pool deck and to the forested yard beyond. The house sat on a little over an acre of cleared, sloping land while the remainder of the property, roughly forty more acres, was heavily forested. There were lots of ATV trails through the woods and he was toying with the idea of getting the girls to go riding during the coming weekend when warm hands wrapped themselves around his midsection, causing Kevin to jump and almost scream. An even warmer body pressed tightly against his back. He turned around in the arms and looked down into Kristen's eyes. "Hey sexy." She said huskily. "What are you doing up?" "Just getting a drink, you scared the crap out of me. What are you doing up?" "I couldn't sleep. I was awake, and heard you walk by the room and figured you might like some company." She pressed her body against him again as she said this, pushing him back against the cold granite of the counter. Kristen was dressed in a pale green silk robe, tied loosely around her supple body; she had nothing on beneath it. He could feel the hard buds of her nipples against his chest through the thin fabric. He wrapped his arms around her body, and slid his hands down her back. The feel of the cool silk enveloping her plump ass in his hands was mesmerizing. "You don't mind company do you?" She asked, slipping her hand into the leg of his boxers to stroke Kevin's growing erection. "Well, when you put it that way, how could I refuse?" She smiled up at him and slowly sank to her knees in the middle of the kitchen. "I'm glad I came down. I needed a midnight snack anyway, and this is my favorite." She licked her lips and pulled his boxers down to his knees, exposing his raging hard-on. Her hands were warm and creamy against the skin of his cock. Keeping her eyes locked on her lover's she slowly slid his length into her mouth. When her nose hit his pelvic bone she held it there, staring up a thim with stunning blue eyes. Sixty seconds later she pulled her head back with a gasp. Tears streamed from her eyes and her chin was slick with saliva. Again she smiled at him and dipped her head, this time lifting his cock and lapping at the smoothly shaved balls beneath it like a puppy. Her right hand was stoking his cock slowly; with each up stroke her thumb massaged the swollen head, mixing the slick pre-cum oozing from the tip with her saliva for lubrication. Her left hand disappeared between her own legs as Kristen began to massage her clit. This slow, exquisite torture continued for about fifteen minutes, with Kristen alternating between deep-throating his throbbing tool and tonguing his swollen testicles. The pressure in his loins was becoming more and more unbearable with each lick and stroke. Sensing the impending eruption, Kristen pulled her left hand from between her thighs, holding it up for him to see. Her fingers were dripping, soaked in her sweet slippery fluids. "Are you ready to cum for me baby?" She whispered, tongue sliding around the tip of his cock. "Ahhh. I'm about to explode." he moaned back. "Good." With that she violently shoved his cock back down her throat. At the same time Kristen reached her left hand around his body and shoved two slippery fingers into his ass. The reaction was immediate and intense: Kevin screamed out loud and his balls convulsed, shooting thick globs of cum directly into his sisters throat. The pressure on his prostate was inconceivable, and with every twitch of her probing fingers more cum poured from his cock, which seemed to be getting harder by the second. Finally Mount St. Kevin stopped erupting and Kristen dislodged his member from her throat. Her fingers, however, remained inside his anus, massaging the prostate and causing small dribbles of sperm to ooze from the tip. These she licked up greedily. His body was shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. "Oh my god!" Kristen exclaimed. "That was so much cum! I thought I was going to choke." Kevin was so exhausted he could only grunt. A light clicked on in the hallway upstairs. Kristen quickly pulled her fingers out of her brother and stood up, fixing her robe and wiping cum from her chin as she quickly walked around to the other side of the island. Kevin yanked his boxers up over his still hard dick and winced as he scrambled into one of the barstools lining his side of the island just as Misty appeared around the corner, looking sleepy and annoyed. "What are ya'll doin' down here at one o-freakin-clock in the morning?" His wife questioned. Kristen was the first to reply. "I got thirsty and came down for some milk. Kevin said her heard something and came down to investigate." "Yeah, she was making a hell of a racket down here. I'm not used to having other people in the house just yet." "Yeah, I thought I heard something too. That's why I woke up." Misty said. She snuggled up to his side, wrapping her arm around his waist. He slid his arm around her shoulders and they stood/sat there, talking for a few minutes before Kristen yawned and excused herself to her room. After her sister was out of sight Misty turned to her husband. "Something stinks in here. Take the trash out to the garage then come back to bed. I'm sleepy." She ordered. As she walked away he had to bite his cheek to stifle a laugh and pulled the empty trash bag from the can. The Lingerie Incident Ch. 03 Introduction from the author 8/2011: Thanks again to blackstallion21 for helping me get this series cleaned up and headed in the right direction... *** As he crept along in rush hour traffic, Kevin's mind drifted back over the events of the last few months: The dinner night at Kristen's house that started this mess, the bomb-shell email telling him that she was pregnant, her moving in to their house because of her psycho husband. It was a lot to shoulder. The conflicting emotions alone were enough to drive him crazy; his love for Misty, lust for Kristen, absolute terror over the child growing in her womb, guilt for the betrayal of his marriage vows. Correct that, continued betrayal...can't forget that little nugget. After their late night encounter in the kitchen to start the week, Kristen and he had pretty much kept their distance at home. The rest of the week was uneventful and crept by like a three-toed sloth. But it was finally Friday and he was looking forward to a relaxing weekend as he pulled his truck into the driveway. When he opened the large oak door leading into the house, his jaw dropped to the floor. Just inside were two of the most beautiful vixens he had ever laid eyes on. Misty was dressed in a slinky light green dress that hugged her body, accentuating her chiseled athletic form and ended three inches above her knees. It tied around her neck and the back was completely open to just above her ass. The front had a deep v-neck that plunged well below her cleavage. Matching stiletto heels laced up her calves and brought her height up to over six feet. She was busy helping her sister by clasping a fine silver chain holding a diamond pendant that fell into her cavernous cleavage around her neck. Kristen meanwhile was putting the final touches on her makeup. She was wearing a black and white sleeveless top of silk, also with a deep v-neck to show off her chest, and black dress capri's that hugged her ass wonderfully and highlighted her curvy figure. Sexy wedge heeled shoes brought her almost to his height. Neither woman noticed Kevin as he stood staring for a full minute before he could speak. "What are you two getting all dolled up for?" he asked finally closing the door behind him. Both girls spun in his direction, their faces lit with warm smiles. "We're going to dinner, didn't you get my text?" Misty scolded playfully "You need to go get changed, we're going to be late." "No, I didn't get any texts." he lied. Her text was probably lost in the 40 or so her sister had sent while she was enjoying a bubble bath with her favorite waterproof toy earlier in the day. "So where are we goin?" "To Mandarin Gardens;" Misty replied. "Now hurry up and get dressed." He sighed and took another long look at the beauties before him, then headed upstairs. He quickly showered, and pulled on the first thing he could find: black dress pants and a dark plum colored long sleeve dress shirt. He looked in the mirror to asses the damage before heading back down stairs: his six foot and two hundred thirty pound frame stared back at him defiantly. I don't look too bad I guess. At least the shirt isn't wrinkled. I could use a shave, but that will have to wait. Satisfied, he ran some gel through his short brown hair and headed out of the bedroom. Coming down the stairs he was greeted by whistles and cat calls from his wife and sister who were standing by the door. "Hey, I'm not some piece of meat!" he admonished. "Yeah, but you look so damn edible right now honey." Misty assured him, stepping up and planting a kiss on his lips. "Mmm-mmm. She's right," Agreed Kristen. "If you weren't married to my sister I'd eat you right up." She winked at him as she said that and mimed giving a blow job to her sister's back. "Back off bitch!" Misty howled, laughing as she fake punched her sister. "He's mine!" Although she seemed to be playing along with it, the look she shot her sister could have melted steel. "O-okay, ya'll need to cool it or my head won't fit in the car." he told them, trying to change the subject. "Yeah we can't have that." Misty agreed, "Let's get going." She grabbed his hand and they made their way out of the house with Kristen hot on their heels before he could protest. *** It was about a twenty-five minute ride from their place to downtown where the restaurant was located. Kevin drove Misty's BMW in silence, listening to the girl's gossip about this and that like sisters do. It was hard to concentrate on driving. Misty was sitting to his right and kept squirming around, turning to talk to her sister or looking at the other traffic on the highway. Each time she moved, her dress crept higher and higher, showing off more of her tanned, toned legs. In the mirror he could see Kristen sitting in the back seat behind Misty. When he sister wasn't turned around in her seat talking to her, her eyes were fixed on his in the mirror. She licked her lips seductively, sucked on her finger slowly, and pinched her nipples, causing them to strain against the silk of her top. Between the two of them they had him incredibly turned on by the time they got to their destination. He prayed Misty wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants as they pulled up to the restaurant where a throng of people waited outside of the building. "This is going to take forever." he sighed, surveying the group waiting for tables. He tossed his keys to the valet as he exited the car. "It won't." Misty dismissed. "I've had reservations for a week." "Yeah, don't you pay attention?" Kristen scolded. The look in her eyes betrayed the sarcastic tone of her comment however. That look said he was in for a long night. The scene inside of Mandarin Gardens definitely lived up to its name: the interior of the building was a lush Asian jungle. Each seating area was tucked away in its own little stone grotto separated from the adjoining areas by thick sub-tropical plants and rock formations. This gave the illusion of being totally isolated, even though the other areas were still visible through the foliage. The entire far wall was a waterfall, which spilled into a slow moving stream that meandered throughout the space. Ambient light was provided by candles and Chinese lanterns. The host, an attractive young Asian girl that introduced herself as Mei Lin, led them through a maze of paths to an area near the far corner, not far from the waterfall. The area consisted of a circular table of dark, heavy wood surrounded by a curving bench seat backed by low stone walls and greenery. Kristen slid in first, scooting her way around the table. Kevin looked at Misty and she motioned for him to follow her sister. As he slid in next to Kristen, Misty followed right behind, pinning him between the two beauties. "So what do they have here that's good?" Kristen asked, staring at the menu. "And what are these little numbers beside everything?" She was pointing to the small forty next to the roast duck. "Well," Misty explained, "food here is served in a community style, like you would at home. And everybody has some of everything. And the numbers are the prices." She then began to ramble through the menu items for her sister, pointing out her favorite selections. Finally they decided on a bevy of dishes including Orange Peel Beef, Cantonese Chicken Noodles and Honey Chicken. They ordered their meal, along with some drinks from the bar for Misty and Kevin, and fell into subdued conversation about their various days. As they sat talking and drinking Kristen hooked her leg around his under the table and started massaging his calf with her foot. She kept stealing quick little glances at him as she did this. At the same time, oblivious to her sisters' actions, Misty's hand crept into her husband's lap and grabbed his crotch. He almost choked on his drink. Kristen eyed her sister's missing hand, and the dopey look on his face, and smiled. The girls continued their various massaging until the waiter arrived with an enormous tray of food. "Holy shit!" Kristen exclaimed when she saw how much there was. Misty was steadily rubbing the hard ridge of his member through his pants as the waiter laid out the table. When he was gone she pulled her hand back to the top of the table and began to dish out servings of the various dishes while Kristen quickly slipped her own hand below and took up where her sister left off. "Mmmm, this is soooo good." Remarked Kristen as they dug into the meal. He wasn't sure if she was talking about the food or the throbbing bulge that her hand kept returning to under the table. "Yeah, everything here is great, especially their desserts." Kevin agreed trying to keep his voice steady as Kristen squeezed the head of his cock. Over the next forty-five minutes they sat eating and talking, and Kevin kept the waiter busy making trips back and forth to the bar. Throughout the meal, the women unknowingly took turns rubbing his hard-on under the table, and had him close to crazy. By the time dessert was ordered, he was past buzzed and heading towards quite drunk. Finally the waiter delivered the decadent dessert, along with the check, and they quickly devoured the massive chocolate creation, giving his over stimulated penis a chance to recover. Misty excused herself to the restroom when they were finished with dessert. As soon as she was out of sight, her sister slid closer to him, her hand already resuming its position on his lap. "I bet you're ready to explode aren't you?" Her soft voice in his ear sent shivers down his spine. "You have no idea." he sighed. Kristen didn't respond, just quickly unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and pulled it out. He moaned softly as she caressed the swollen length. Finally free of its constriction his member grew to its fully erect size in an instant. She kept her mouth close to his ear, whispering about all the dirty things she wanted him to do to her as her hand slid up and down his shaft. He was on the verge of release when he spotted Misty through the foliage coming from the other side of the restaurant where the restrooms were located. "You have to stop," he said in a shaky voice, "Misty's coming." She didn't stop. The pressure of her grip increased, and she started twisting her hand as it slid up and down his cock. He was starting to panic. Misty was getting closer with every second and her sister still had his dick in her hand, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His heart was pounding in his chest, and still she wouldn't stop. Kevin could no longer see his wife and knew she would be there any second but he couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Kristen's hand and pushed it to the tip of his dick. She instinctively cupped it around the head just as it spit a hot load of semen into her waiting palm. "Ohh God!" he grunted through clenched teeth. He collapsed against the backrest, spent and out of breath. Satisfied that he was done, his sister pulled her hand away, allowing him to shove his shriveling cock back into his pants. Her cupped palm was almost overflowing with thick, milky cum. Kristen quickly grabbed one of the many empty glasses from the table and let the goo ooze into it. She smiled at him and downed the load like a shot in one big gulp just before Misty appeared around the corner and slipped into the seat. "You ready?" She asked. She nodded at Kevin sitting between them with his eyes half closed and a goofy smile on his face, "From the looks of him I'll need to drive home." "Yeah, you're right." Kristen agreed. "He does look pretty out of it." "Hey, I'm not completely comatose." he defended. "Why don't you girls go out and have the valet bring the car around and I'll take care of the check." "Okay." They said in unison. He sat and watched them walk out of sight. When they were at a safe distance he surveyed the damage Kristen had done: There was a large glob of cum next to his zipper that he tried to wipe away without much luck. There was also a wet stain on the leg where the head of his limp dick was stuck to his leg. He zipped his pants up, grabbed a glass of water, and poured some on the two spots, drying it with the clean corner of a napkin. That would have to do. He threw a wad of cash on the table and headed for the door. *** The next morning Kevin was up bright and early, despite the hangover he had. He was in the garage when Misty appeared in the doorway. "What are you doing up so early?" She asked, leaning against the door jamb. She was naked except for a sheer light blue wrap that didn't do much to hide her gorgeous figure. "I figured you'd still be sleeping it off, especially after you wore me out last night." He looked at his wife, genuinely confused, as she smiled back at him. "You don't remember huh?" "Uh, I guess not." She sauntered over to where he was standing and wrapped her arms around him, laying her head on his chest. "You were an animal last night when we got home. I came three times before Kris started pounding on the door telling us to keep it down." "Wow I must have really been out of it then." "Yeah you were. Not that I'm complaining or anything. So what are you doing up this early?" "I thought we might go riding some this morning before it gets too hot. But looking at you, I think I'd rather come back to bed." "Riding sounds fun." She laughed. "I have to go in to the office for a while sometime today though." She pressed her body into his and looked up at him with those enchanting grey-green eyes. One hand slid down to gently squeeze his crotch. "Can I ride this again?" She whispered playfully, giving him another, harder, squeeze. "What's gotten into you?" he teased. "Twice in one month?" She kissed him square on the lips, before slowly sliding to her knees in front of him. "I've been talking to Kristen a lot." She paused, pushing his gym shorts down his legs. "She'd been sharing stories about some of the stuff she's done in bed." Another pause as she ran her hands lightly over his growing erection. "Some things I'd like to try." She looked up at him, eyes sparkling mischievously. "Is she up yet?" "Oh, she's up alright." she said with a smirk. She was slowly stroking his penis now, bringing it to full attention "Or should I say down...on her knees puking." "Puking?" "Its morning sickness." she admonished. "She is pregnant you know." "Oh." "Now, shut up and let me suck your dick. Unless you'd rather I don't." She didn't give him a chance to answer. Her tongue flicked across the tip once, before she slowly drew him into her mouth. He could feel her relax her throat and let the head of his cock slip further and further into her until the entire length had disappeared. She held him there, stroking his balls and massaging the bottom of his shaft with her tongue as long as she could. Finally she let him slide free with a gasp. "Wow where did that come from?" "Deep throat techniques 101 by Professor Kristen." She smiled up at her husband and continued stroking and sucking his cock, never taking her eyes off of his. "I'm going to cum." he warned after a few minutes. Instead of moving back and letting him shoot a load on her body somewhere like usual Misty quickly gobbled the length of his shaft again. With a grunt he erupted into her throat, emptying his balls of their fluid. His cock slipped from her mouth and he collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily. That was the first time he had ever came in Misty's mouth and he was a little shocked. "Mmmm." she growled after making a show of swallowing the load. "Kris was right; I didn't know what I was missing." "Well remind me to thank her for talking you into it," he chuckled. "Mmm-hmm. I'll go check on her and get her ready to head out. Be back in a bit." Misty said and bounded back into the house, clearly looking forward to the morning's activity. In the mean time Kevin finished fueling up the three ATV's and checking the oil, before pushing the bikes out of the garage. Misty and her sister came around the corner of the house just as he was closing the garage door. This is going to be a good morning. He thought. The girls were wearing identical white cotton shorts over bikini bottoms that were tight enough to frame each cheek and ride up the crack of their asses. The bikini's themselves were identical albeit in contrasting colors. Misty's was hot pink and covered most of her full B-cup tits, leaving only the soft tanned skin of the outer edges exposed. Kristen's was lime green, and struggled to hold her massive melons. Thin triangles of fabric covered roughly a quarter of each breast, leaving the creamy white skin of the rest for his eyes to feast on. The little pink buds of her nipples were just barely visible through the fabric. He thought back fondly to when those suits were purchased: they had spent the day at the beach two years ago, and he was treated to and endless parade of sexy swimsuits as the girls tried on different designs and probed him for his opinion. One of the rare occasions Misty had let him rend an opinion on her sister. "What are smiling about?" Misty asked sarcastically. "Just thinking about how beautiful you look," he complimented, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. He looked over her shoulder at Kristen and licked his lips, eyeing her up and down. She smiled back seductively and quickly flashed her tits at him. "Umm, are you gonna let me go so we can ride or what?" "Y-yeah, sorry... Let's go." They mounted up and rode off into the woods behind the house. Their property was about forty acres, and was adjacent to a much larger tract of wooded hills and valleys providing a nice area to trail ride. They rode for almost two hours, crisscrossing the property on various trails, until Misty glanced at her watch and saw what time it was. "Shit!" She cussed. They were stopped on the crest of a small tree covered hill about a mile from the house. "What's wrong?" Kristen asked. "I've gotta head back to the house. I need to grab a quick shower and beat it to the office. Are you guys gonna ride a little longer?" Kevin looked at Kristen questioningly. "You wanna ride some more?" "Sure." she said, "It's beautiful out here." "Okay. Well I'll call you when I'm done. Maybe you two can meet me in town for a late lunch. It'll probably be around two." Misty said. "Yeah that sounds good." Kevin walked over and gave her a quick kiss before she roared off to the house. They stood in silence listening to her engine fade away for almost five full minutes. "Well." he said at last, eyeing his gorgeous sister. "Want to get back to riding?" "Absolutely." she said as she climbed off of her bike. A playful smile crossed her lips as she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body pressed against him, squeezing her soft mounds against his chest. "But I'd rather ride you." She and looked up at him and he bent his head to kiss her. Their lips met, softly brushing across each other, before parting and allowing their tongues to snake out. The slippery appendages slid across one another, each probing into the others waiting mouth to explore. He pulled Kristen close to him and ran his hands up and down her back as they kissed letting them hands roam over the soft mound of her ass before grabbing one plump cheek in each hand and squeezing. She purred in his mouth as he kneaded her fine rump. He picked her up by her ass and Kristen instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss Kevin turned around and sat her down sideways on the seat of his four wheeler. Her hands dropped to his shorts and tugged at the drawstring, pulling the knot and pushing them to his knees. His hard-on sprang free and stood at attention between her spread thighs. Their tongues continued to dance as she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke. His right hand was planted firmly between her thighs, rubbing the fabric of her shorts against the hot wet hole down there. Kristen broke their passionate kiss and locked eyes with her lover. The Lingerie Incident Ch. 03 "Fuck me!" she growled. "I need you to fuck me now!" There was no denying the pleading urgency in those pale blue orbs. She pushed his hand away from her crotch and ripped the fabric to the side, exposing her pink, swollen pussy. At the same time she lifted her left leg and propped it on the rear fender, spreading her thighs and pulling him between her legs. She grabbed the ATV's handlebar with her right hand and his fleshy handlebar with her left, guiding the head of it to her waiting slit. Her pussy flexed against him, begging him to enter. With her hands on his hips Kristen pulled him slowly into her sopping wet core. Kevin let out a soft moan as she swallowed his length until his balls slapped against her ass. Her pussy was so different from her sisters; a soft, squishy wet tunnel that seemed to suck greedily at his cock, eager to take more of it. They held that position for a moment, returning to their passionate kiss before she rocked her hips, urging him continue. "Ohh God..." she moaned as he slid out of her grip until only the head remained inside. "Your cock feels so good in me. Fuck me hard Kevin. Make me your slut." Her voice was pleading, almost whining. "You are my slut baby." he assured her. "My nasty, pregnant, cum guzzling little whore." She smiled at him then and he slammed his meat deep inside of her, turning the smile into a snarl of surprise and pleasure. He began to pound into her in long hard strokes; pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming it home until his sagging nuts slapped her ass. The contrast between the intense heat of his sisters pussy and the still cool morning air only spurred him further. "Oh yes baby...give it to me..." she moaned. "Fuck your pregnant little slut." The intense look on her face drove Kevin wild. With each powerful stroke her large mounds bounced and wobbled inches from his face. Taking his hands off her thighs, he reached up and yanked her swimsuit top to the sides, revealing her large areole. They had darkened considerably already from the pregnancy, making them all the more alluring. Her nipples were hard and thick, begging to be sucked. He dipped his head and took one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud. "Mmmm that's nice." she crooned. Her hand slipped down to where their bodies met; soft fingers wrapped around his cock on the next out stroke, gripping him tight. He continued to pump his dick through her fist and into her waiting pussy. The feeling was incredible; her warm hand with an iron grip leading way to the sweltering, velvety oven between her thighs. "Ahh, that's amazing baby." he growled through clenched teeth. After a few moments she pulled her hand away and pushed on his chest, stopping him in mid stroke. "Hang on." She said. Kristen stood pushed her shorts to the ground and climbed atop the four-wheeler, positioning her body with her back to the handle bars. Kevin quickly mounted the seat behind her and pulled her to him as she wrapped her legs around his midsection. Her body arched back along the sloping seat and gas tank. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the head through her gaping slit, teasing her, before slipping back inside. He pulled her closer still, until he was buried deep within her body. The pair began to rhythmically rock their hips, each meeting the others motions as their bodies ground together. Kristen's hand slipped between them and began to furiously rub her swollen clit. "Oooohhhhhh. Fuck me! Make me cum!" she cried. Her eyes rolled back in her head. "I want to cum all over your cock Kevin!" Her body tensed and seconds later her pussy clamped down on his shaft and she began to tremble as a powerful orgasm coursed through her body. She screamed inarticulate sounds into the cool morning air. The flood from her loins was like a tidal wave. Silky fluid gushed around his cock, soaking his crotch with each contraction of her orgasm. He couldn't take any more of this. His balls were pulled tight to his groin, throbbing, as the familiar rush of an impending orgasm raced up his prick. He quickly withdrew from Kristen's box and grabbed his cock. It immediately erupted in his hand coating her heaving stomach with ribbons of cum. He continued to pump his cock until every drop of semen he had to give was deposited onto the beauty before him. He pulled Kristen to a sitting position and pressed his lips to hers. She met his tongue with her own and they shared a slow, intimate kiss. Her body still trembled from her powerful climax. "God Kevin," she panted in his ear. "What did you do to me? I've never came that hard in my life." "I'm sorry." "For what? That was incredible!" She sounded exasperated. "I'm sorry my face wasn't between your thighs to slurp down every drop." he said smiling. "Mmm, well I have a feeling you'll get more than your fill of me while I'm here." she said coyly. "Why don't we head back to the house and you can clean me up. I'm all sticky." She scooped a large glob of cum from her tummy and sucked it off of her finger. "That's the second best thing I've heard all morning." She looked at him questioningly. "What was the first?" "That Misty had to go in to work today." he informed, pinching her right nipple and smiling as he stood up. "Let's go." They rode back to the house quickly, not bothering to dress. *** They stood naked in the center of the shower, hot water cascading over their bodies. They were pressed together tightly; hands roaming freely over each others skin, caressing and fondling. They stood that way for nearly ten minutes, sharing breaths through joined mouths, relishing the warmth of the water, the heat of each other. The heavy petting and kissing had Kevin standing at full attention again, his hard-on trapped between them. He pulled away from Kristen's mouth and stared down into her eyes. A man could get lost in eyes like those. He motioned to the tiled bench built into the corner of the shower where she obediently sat and immediately grabbed his cock. She placed the tip against her pouting lips, and spread them ever so slightly before sliding it into her mouth. Her lips made a tight "O" around his girth as she fed more of his length into her face. She looked up at him when his cock was fully embedded in her mouth with his balls resting on her chin. "Mmmmm" She groaned. "God you look beautiful with a face full of my cock." he complimented. She smiled around the thick shaft and began to bob her head. Her tongue slipped along the underside like a hot, sticky paint brush. Every time her nose met his pubic bone her tongue would snake out and slide across his balls. As her mouth retreated up his shaft to the tip he placed his hands on her head, stopping her from taking it back in. She looked at him pleadingly, begging with her eyes to have her treat back. He shook his head and smiled. "Now it's my turn." Kevin sank to his knees on the shower floor, pushing Kristen back to lean against the tiled wall. She opened her legs for him and he ran his hands up her thighs, tracing kisses up the soft skin of her inner thighs to her sweet center. Her labia were still red and puffy from the pounding they had received in the woods. He planted a gentle kiss right in the middle of them, before tracing kisses all around her opening. His sister purred with arousal at each kiss. Returning to her center, he placed his tongue at the extreme bottom of her slit and painted her pussy with it, spreading her lips as it rose to her hooded clit. Kristen had one of the most glorious pussies he had ever seen; plump outer lips were parted by thick, darker, inner labia topped by a fat, juicy clit. He sucked her inner lips into his mouth, rolling them between his lips as he slid ever higher. Finally he reached her most sensitive spot: her clit. The small stainless steel ring through her hood gleamed in the light. He traced his tongue in a slow, ever tightening spiral around it. When his tongue finally connected with the swollen bud Kristen shivered and moaned softly. Her hand fell to the back of his head, entwining her fingers in his hair as she pushed her hips into his face. Using the opportunity, he slid his hands under her to grab her ass. He held her up off the bench and buried his face in her pussy, sucking, licking and slurping at it like a mad man. Kristen's moans filled the shower, spurring him on. "Oh Kevin, yes baby!" she cried. "Mmmm, eat my pussy." He could tell she was getting close to orgasm; her voice was wavy, her pussy was pulsating rhythmically. Before she could, he pulled his face away from her crotch and stood up, grabbed her hand and pulled Kristen to her feet. He kissed her once, deeply, letting her taste her own juices on his lips. As he broke the kiss he grabbed her ass and lifted her off the floor. They spun to the right and he placed her back against the shower wall. She wrapped her legs around his torso and a moment later he drove his cock into her pussy for the second time that morning, burying it deep within her. Their bodies moved in unison, grinding the throbbing pole in and out of her. Within minutes Kristen was crying out as an orgasm raced through her. The slippery flood of juices combined with the sudden tightening of her pussy triggered his own orgasm. He drilled back into her just as the first shot of cum erupted. Her pussy contracted with each spurt, milking every available drop from his depleted store. They collapsed into each other then, breathing in harsh gasps, clinging to one another for support. "Damn, I could get used to that." he said, kissing her forehead. "Well we have almost seven months for you to keep pumping your cum into me. And I plan on taking advantage of that time." The Lingerie Incident Ch. 04 Introduction from the author This is the fourth chapter of a longer story titled The Lingerie Incident. I greatly appreciate any and all who read the previous installments and left comments or voted. Special thanks to blackstallion21 for taking the time to edit this for me. *** The weeks that followed were a blur of activity for all of them -- both in and out of the bedroom. Misty and Kevin were both very busy with work, often leading each of them to late nights at the office trying to get caught up. On top of that, a strange mood had come Misty since her sister moved in and her libido was in overdrive. Kristen was progressing steadily with her pregnancy and looking sexier and sexier each day as her body changed. To top it off she was just as horny, if not more, than she was before. Several late nights were spent in Kevin's office with her sprawled out on his desk, moaning and writhing as he shot his seed inside her. One Thursday afternoon, about four months after she moved in with her sister and brother, Kristen called Kevin at work. "Hey Kris," he said, answering his cell phone. "Hey. I just got back from my checkup." "How'd it go?" "Pretty good, they said the baby is growing fine. They were worried about my blood pressure being high though." "Is that bad?" "It can be. They want to keep an eye on it. I also talked to the doc about that test he told us about, remember? The Chorionic Villus Sampling?" "Sure I remember. He said they could see if I was the father with that test." "Right, well I asked about it, and he said that because of the blood pressure he thinks we should hold off just too be safe." "Oh ok. Yeah if he thinks it's best to wait, we should wait then." Kevin agreed. He was more than a little disappointed though. He needed to know if that was his kid or not. "So..." she asked quickly changing the subject. "What time are you coming home? Want me to meet you at the office?" "Nah, I'll be leaving on time today I think," he told her, "Misty won't be home until late though. She has some presentation to finish up." "Ooh, so we'll have the house to our selves then?" The suggestiveness in her voice was impossible to miss. "Yeah- hang on a sec, Misty's calling in." he clicked over to the incoming call without waiting for her to answer. "Hey babe, what's up?" "When you get off, can you come by my office for a while? I need your help with some stuff." He cursed under his breath. "What? I didn't get that." "I said 'sure honey, no problem'." He assured her he would be by as soon as he left his office and quickly clicked back over to her sister. "Hey sexy." "Hey handsome, I've been laying here on your bed thinking about what we're going to do tonight." "Yeah, um about that. Misty needs me to come by her office to help her with something. I'm sorry baby." "Dammit!" Kristen whimpered on the other end, clearly upset. "What am I supposed to do with this freshly shaven, dripping wet pussy?" Images of her beautifully plump pussy filled his mind. "You'll just have to keep it wet until I can give it proper attention." "Mmmm..I think I can do that. But you have to try to hurry, I need you bad! " Her voice wavered as she hung up and he closed his eyes, his vivid imagination painting an erotic scene in his mind: Kristen sprawled naked on the bed he shared with her sister, teasing her throbbing clit with Misty's vibrator. He shook his head to clear the distracting thoughts and tried to focus on his workload. It was going to be a long day. *** When he got to Misty's office later that evening he found her in the large conference room, surrounded by books, reports and little paper boxes of Chinese food. The office was silent and deserted save for the two of them. "Hey baby," she said, looking up from a two-inch thick bound spreadsheet. "Thanks for coming by." "No problem." He kissed the top of her head as he took a seat beside her. "It looks like you've got your work cut out for you. What's going on?" He motioned to the stacks of books and paperwork spread out on the table. "You can say that again. We're finally going to trial on that hi-rise collapse from last year. You remember?" "Remember? How could I forget?" Kevin's firm was originally contracted to be the lead designer for the project, but the developer changed directions at the last minute. From what he had heard the developer was cutting corners and using substandard materials to save costs. "I'm just glad you weren't a part of that fiasco." "Yeah me too, so what did you need help with?" "See that stack of reports?" She pointed to a foot-tall tower of paper at the other end of the long table, "Those are the structural specs and test reports. Can you look over them for me?" "Sure." Eyeing the massive pile he made his way to the other end of the table and sat down. He quickly sent Kristen a text message: Hey sexy...looks like we're going 2 b a while. Sry :( A moment later his phone vibrated against his leg. Misty was engrossed in her work and not paying a bit of attention to him at the moment. He pulled out the phone and checked the message on the screen. :( No!! I need u so bad! What am I supposed to do with this?!! Attached was a close up picture of her very wet, very pink pussy spread open and waiting. God ur killing me! I'll try to hurry. He shot back.He turned his attention to the massive report, determined to get through it as quickly as possible. As it turned out, hurry was not going to be in his vocabulary. They spent the next few hours going over their respective reports and idly chatting about their workdays. Sometime around seven-thirty Kevin looked up from the last page of his report and noticed that Misty was no longer in the conference room. He hadn't seen her leave, but then again he had also been preoccupied with the monotonous reading and the hard-on he was sporting from the progressively sexier and dirtier pictures her sister was sending to his phone. He finished the last page of the report he was reading and stood, stretched and adjusted the bulge in his pants to what he hoped was a less noticeable position then went to look for his wife. The main office was dark, the only light coming from the exit signs and the island of light spilling out of the conference room door. At the far end of the hall was another island of light and he made that his destination. Misty was in her office searching her bookcase for something. Her back was to the door, and she was bent at the waist, giving him a very nice view of her pin striped slacks cupping the curves of her ass. He snuck up behind her and grabbed a double handful of the luscious rear making her jump and squeal. "You scared the shit out of me!" Misty quickly spun around to face her husband. He gave her his best evil grin, "I just couldn't resist. You had your ass stuck out and it looked so inviting." "Oh yeah, and just what did you intend to do with it?" She sat on the edge of the large cherry desk, leaning back slightly with a playful smirk on her face. Her blouse was pulled tight against the perky lumps of her tits teasingly. He stepped forward and she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Well," he said as he pressed his bulge into her crotch. "I thought I'd start with this." She looked down and then back up to him, her grey-green eyes sparkling, daring him to do something. Their mouths pressed together tightly, tongues searching and finding their counterparts easily while his hands fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. He kissed his way down her neck as he stripped it and the black lace bra it concealed off of her. Misty thrust her chest out, presenting the soft orbs of her breasts for his attention. He took each nipple into his mouth in turn, softly biting and suckling the hard little nubs and causing her to moan and giggle. "Ahhhh." she breathed in an uncharacteristically husky voice, "you want to fuck me on this desk stud? I can see that you do. You want to bury this throbbing piece of meat inside of me don't you?" She accentuated each word with a thrust of her crotch against his own. "God, do I ever." he hissed back at her. "I sure hope the boss doesn't catch us," she winked, "she can be an uptight prude sometimes." Now it was her turn to fumble with his buttons as she tugged at his shirt and belt. Soon enough she had him exposed, slowly running her hand over the swollen shaft. Each stroke milked another drop of pre-cum onto her hand. Without a word she slipped to her knees. Her face was warm and smooth against his skin as she rubbed his cock all over it, pausing now and then to kiss or lick a spot. She kissed her way up the ridged underside to the very tip and planted a little kiss. She looked up at him again, smiling with the head of his distended penis resting on her pouty lips. Without taking her eyes off of him they parted and he melted into the wet velvet of her mouth, sliding further and further down until her lips met the smooth skin at the base. Kevin loosed an inarticulate groan as he felt her throat and tongue working around the new intruder of their domain. Suddenly she pulled back, letting him fall from her mouth and gasping for air. Thick saliva coated her chin, dripping down to her breasts. "That big dick felt sooo good in my throat." she purred. "I bet it's going to feel even better in this tight little pussy." Her right hand was between her thighs, rubbing her mound through her pants. She stood, stripping the hip hugging slacks that started all of this from her waist while leaving the black lace panties beneath them on, and bent over her desk. She looked back over her shoulder at him, swaying her hips back and forth. He couldn't help but stare at that beautiful round ass. "Are you going to fuck your horny wife or not?" she asked playfully after a few seconds, snapping him out of his stupor. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before baby!" With his cock in hand he stepped forward and pulled her wet panties to the side to reveal her glistening slit. He slid the head over her swollen lips, stopping with the tip just inside her folds like a nocked arrow waiting for release. Misty pushed back against him, eagerly urging him to penetrate her. They moaned in unison as her elastic lips stretched around the head of his cock and it sank into her. Her tight walls squeezed it in an iron grip, clenching and releasing around his girth, massaging him, trying to drag him in deeper until he was completely inside of her. He could feel the hard rock of her clit brushing against his balls as she ground herself into him. "Oh god that feels sooo good." his wife moaned when he started to rock back and forth in long, slow strokes. "You like that baby?" "Yes, I love your big cock Kevin. Fuck me hard. Make me your little slut!" Her words energized him, and he started to pump his cock into her in earnest; pulling out almost to the tip before slamming the length back into her. With each thrust his pace quickened until his cock was a blur of meat impaling Misty's taught body. An obscene narrative was pouring from her mouth, invigorating him further. He paused long enough to grab Misty's waist and flip her onto her back on the desk before slamming back into her. Their eyes locked, and he saw pure ecstasy staring back at him in hers: she was as close to the edge as he was. A shudder rocked her body and as if reading his mind she cried out. "Oh fuck Kev! Don't stop! I'm going to cum!" Quieter, she begged, "I want to feel you come inside of me." Kevin looked at her, stunned by her words, his rhythmic thrusting slowing. Images of that first time with Kristen flashed through his mind; she had said that exact phrase that fateful night. Misty was moaning loudly and shaking in his grasp as her orgasm finally tore though her. "Oh Kevin, fuck me! Fill me up!" The sight of his wife writhing in pleasure brought him back to the moment, and he renewed his thrusting. A half-dozen more strokes into the molten forge of her pussy and he exploded, pumping her full of his seed. She cried out in pleasure with every twitch and spurt of his ejaculation. "YES! OH YES!" Finally it was over and Kevin collapsed into her open arms, resting his head on her heaving chest while his cock wilted inside of her. Above them, unnoticed and inconspicuous, a small black eye and smaller red light looked on in cold electronic observation. *** Later, driving home behind Misty, Kevin phoned ahead to her sister. "Hello?" Kristen asked sleepily. "Hey gorgeous, we're on our way home." "Mmm hey. Sorry, I fell asleep. What happened? You stopped texting me back all of a sudden." "Sorry, I was, ah, preoccupied for a while" "Oh yeah?" she asked sounding more awake. "Did it have something to do with my sister by chance?" "You could say that." he offered. "Well maybe you'll have to fill me in on all the dirty details." she said suggestively. That wasn't the first time she had inquired about his sex life with Misty. It seemed like she wanted to know every detail so that she could one-up her sister in some way. Not that he was complaining about it or anything. "I might just do that," he teased, "if you're a good girl." "Wouldn't you rather me be a bad girl?" "Yes" he said smiling to himself, "very bad." "Well hopefully I can show you just how bad I can be when you get home." She purred. He looked down at his watch and winced. It was quarter to eleven already. "We'll see. We should be home in about fifteen." "K." she said and hung up. When they finally arrived home the house was dark and Kristen was nowhere in sight. Misty excused herself to the shower with a quick peck on the lips while Kevin plopped down on the couch to catch the late news, hoping Kris would come down stairs. He must have been more tired than he realized, because one minute he was staring at the talking heads droning on and on about the economy and which Muslim blew up what embassy, and the next he was opening his blurry eyes to an infomercial for a blanket with sleeves. Groggily, he looked down at his watch. To his surprise it was almost two a.m. he clicked off the TV and headed to bed. As he was passing the kitchen something caught his eye through the French doors leading out to the pool deck. The pool lights were on. He walked over and stuck his head out the door to look around but didn't see anything, and was just reaching around to switch off the lights when someone cleared their throat. He spun to the left and there was Kristen in the pool, her head just visible over the stone edge. "I was beginning to think you were going to sleep there all night." she giggled as he strolled over to her. "Care to join me?" The night had turned out hot and humid and the blue water looked extremely inviting but he hesitated, shooting a glance up to his bedroom window that overlooked the pool deck. No lights on up there, Misty must have gone to bed without him. When he looked back down Kristen's bathing suit top was on the deck beside his feet and she was swimming away across the pool in a slow, fluid back stroke that left just the white globes of her breasts and the growing dome of her tummy exposed above the water. The increasing pressure in his pants told him that his mind had been made up. He quickly stripped down and slipped into the tepid water. He wasted no time in following Kristen to the far side of the pool near the shallow end. As he swam up to her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his. "I almost gave up on you, you know." "I'm very glad you didn't." he told her while kissing down her neck to the deep ravine of her cleavage. "Was it worth it?" "Was what worth it?" he asked, genuinely confused. "Making me wait, was it worth it?" "Oh, uh" "Did she fuck you good?" she asked pointedly. She let him slip from her embrace and stood in front to him, grasping his semi-erect penis under the water. "Did my sister take good care of my big dick for me?" Kristen was staring at him with a cold look of calculation. "Yes, she took very good care of it." His sister's eyes reflected millions of stars overhead as tiny pin pricks of light as she stared at him intently. "Did she suck your cock?" Her hand was sliding gently along the lengthening shaft as she interrogated him. "Yes." "Did she let you cum in her mouth?" Her grip was tight around his now fully erect penis. "No, I uh, didn't cum in her mouth." he told her. "Tsk tsk, naughty girl. I'll have to have a talk with her." "Excuse me?" "I've been giving your wife some 'sex education'. You know, since I'm the whorish one and all." she said with a wink. "Yeah she mentioned that a while back. I guess she's been listening. Tonight she..." Her finger across his lips stopped him in mid-sentence. "Not now. You can tell me all the dirty details another time. Right now I want you to eat my pussy," she instructed. Kevin gladly obliged, lifting her up and setting her on the edge of the pool deck. The soft moon light glistened on the wet folds of her pussy as she lay back on the deck and spread her legs. The skin was smooth, without the slightest trace of hair, and he noticed that her lips were fuller and darker; protruding further from the cleft of her vagina than they had the first time he had the pleasure of seeing them. It was another of the physical effects brought on by her pregnant state that he immediately fell in love with. He dove in with gusto, sliding his tongue up and down her lips to taste the sweetness of her. Her body responded, opening up like a rose to reveal the soft pink petals of her vagina. "Mmm that's nice." His tongue dipped further, pushing into the warmth of her canal, while his hands roamed over her body. The wetness of her flooded over his searching tongue and he slurped it down greedily. His mouth found the protruding bud of her clit and clamped down tightly. "Ahhhh." Kristen shivered in his grasp. "Yes!" He sucked hard on the little nub, making her squeal and squirm with pleasure. He felt her fingers slip through his hair and twist themselves into it andshe thrust her hips against his advancing tongue, trying to fuck his face. "Eat that pussy baby! Oh don't stop! I've been playing with it all night, thinking about you. When you -OH YES! When you stopped texting me I knew you were going to fuck her. I played with my pussy while I pictured your fat cock sliding into her pussy, but I wouldn't let myself cum. "I wanted to save it all for you. Oh god, I'm going to cum for you!" she called through clenched teeth. Seconds later her thighs clamped around his head, her back arched off of the cool pavers of the pool deck and his mouth was inundated with her milky wetness. He slurped up the sticky flood while she writhed about with one hand pressed to her mouth to stifle her moans and the other still gripping his hair tightly. When he finally pulled his head from between her thighs Kristen sat up slowly, breathing heavily and wiped a stream of her juice from the corner of his mouth. "You love the taste of my pussy don't you, you dirty boy?" she teased, licking her finger slowly. "You know I do." "Good. Don't wash your face tonight. I want to still smell my pussy on it when you wake up in the morning." She quickly stood and strutted back to the house without another word. All he could do was stare at those beautiful hips swaying back and forth. When she was gone he looked down to his throbbing penis jutting into the pool water and sighed. *** Kevin awoke Friday morning to the blaring of his alarm clock bright and early at seven thirty. The bed beside him was empty, and not recently judging by the coolness of the sheets. He checked his calendar on his phone and saw that his day was mostly clear, so he shot off a quick email to his assistant letting her know he wouldn't be in and collapsed back into oblivion. The Lingerie Incident Ch. 04 *** Warm wetness invaded his sleep, spreading over his groin. Kevin stirred slowly, opening his eyes to slits against the strong yellow sunlight flooding the bedroom. Kristen was on her knees straddling his legs while his considerable erection disappeared into her mouth. That explains the warm and wet. "Good morning." he said groggily. She didn't answer, just kept sliding him in and out of her mouth, while her hands kneaded his balls and stroked his shaft. The clock on the night stand said it was eleven fifteen. He relaxed and let himself get lost in her. Soon enough he was thrusting his hips in sync with her rhythm, and erupting into her talented, waiting mouth. She held him until he was finished and then let his meat slip from between her lips. His semen likewise slid from her mouth in long white strings, dripping all over his testicles and flaccid cock. Kristen stretched out beside him and laid her head on his chest. Her fingers traced random patterns over his abdomen, occasionally slipping down to slide through the sticky mess she left on his crotch and bring some up to her mouth. "I'm sorry about last night. I know I was a bitch for leaving you hanging like that." she finally said. "It's no big deal." "I guess I was a little jealous that my sister got to have you and I had to wait." "Really, Kris-" "I'm going to make it up to you." she interrupted. She was now running her hand over his limp cock, rubbing in the drying remnants of the previous release and he could feel the blood starting to flow back into it. From beneath Misty's pillow she produced a small silver tube and handed it to him. "I think you can figure out what to do with this." she told him as she spun her body around in the bed. He could smell the sweet scent of her just inches from his face. He looked at the small discretely labeled tube of lube then back to her supple body. Kristen had one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee, giving her brother a nice view of her smooth pussy. He reached out and stroked at her moist and glistening slit. At the same time Kristen sucked his semi-hard cock into her mouth again and quickly rolled on top of him. Her pussy spread out before him in all its pink glory. Just above it, the tight knot of her ass hole stared at him invitingly. He squirted a large dab of lube onto his finger and began making slow circles around the puckered opening while teasing her exposed clit with his tongue. "Mmmm that's it. I knew you would catch on quick." she purred. "Has my sister ever let you fuck her in the ass?" "No." he answered immediately. With each circle of his finger he applied more gentle pressure to her opening, stopping every so often to apply a little more lube. "That's a shame. She has such a hot little ass. I bet you've been dying to get inside of it, haven't you?" "Oh god yes." he sighed. Hearing her talk about Misty like that was oddly thrilling and his cock responded immediately. He was rock hard in her hands now and Kristen continued to work it using both hands and her mouth. Returning his attention to her bottom he pressed harder on the opening of her anus and his index finger slipped inside. She gasped at the unexpected entry, but pushed her hips back against his hand, coaxing him to probe deeper. Soon enough three of his fingers were sliding freely in and out of her ass, enticing little squeaks and moans from his sister. "Are you ready to put this fat cock in my ass Kevin?" she finally asked, sitting up and slapping his towering erection playfully. "Yes." he moaned. Kristen quickly spun around again, this time straddling his waist and letting the head of his penis slide along the slippery valley between her ass cheeks. Her pregnant belly, growing fuller and fuller with each passing week, rested against his own stomach. The heavy round globes of her breasts hung in his face. He noticed again how her body was changing: not only were her breasts growing, her nipples had grown thicker and longer, and the areolas surrounding them were like slices of salami. She bent and pressed her lips to his, seeking out his tongue with hers and setting them to dance. With one hand she supported herself on the bed while the other reached back and grasped his thick shaft. She expertly guided the head of his prick to her opening. After a moment of intense resistance her muscles relaxed and he was inside of her ass. Her anus snapped closed around the head like a bear trap and an expression of pain flickered across her face, followed by a look of intense concentration as she held it there, letting her body adjust to the sensation. Her eyes opened and found his and a smile lit her face. She pushed back against him, slowly easing his cock into her. The muscles in her bottom contracted and relaxed, seeming to pull him deeper into her until she finally came to rest against his thighs. Her eyes were glassy and far away for a moment as she relished the feeling and he could feel the wet heat of her pussy against his skin, leaking freely. "Oh god Kevin." she sighed. "Your cock feels so big in my tight little ass." She started to slowly rock up on her knees and back down. "Yours is the first cock I've had in my ass baby. Do you like it? Is my virgin ass nice and tight?" "It's so amazing Kris." The feeling was like no other he had felt before; it was as tight as Misty's pussy, but smooth and with more friction. Every time she rocked back another inch of his length slid into her until she had taken all he had to give. Kristen leaned forward, hanging her massive breasts in his face. He twisted his fingers into her silky mane and pulled, thrusting his hips up to meet her backward motion. "OH YES! That's it baby, pull my hair! Fuck your little slut's ass!" They moved in deliberate unison for some time until he felt a shiver course through her body as she lay against his chest, and a flood of warm sticky wetness washed over him as she crested the wave of her climax. A long, low moan escaped her lips which were pressed tightly to his. The feeling of her trembling body against his, the uncontrollable clenching of her body around his thick meat as it drilled into her, was too much to bear. With a grunt and one final thrust Kevin buried his cock in her ass and exploded for the second time that morning. "Mmm yes Kevin, cum in my ass," she purred into his ear. He was utterly spent and could barely muster a response. They lay there in each other's arms with his flaccid member still inside her, and drifted off to sleep. The Lingerie Incident Ch. 05 The ringing of the doorbell roused Kristen from her light nap on the couch. Quickly glancing at the clock on the wall, she frowned and strode toward the front door. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon; too soon for Misty or Kevin to be home, and they wouldn't ring the bell anyway. A dark shape was visible through the frosted glass of the double doors. She checked the small monitor mounted to the right of the door. It showed an older black man in a security uniform fidgeting nervously as he waited. He was about to ring the bell again when Kristen cracked the door open. "Can I help you?" "Is Mrs. Carter available?" the man asked. "And you are?" "Oh-sorry! My name is James Knight I'm head of security at her office building." He flashed a timid smile. "Sorry, she should be at her office." "Actually, she's been gone most of the day. I was hoping to catch her here anyway, since this is more of a personal call." Kristen noticed he was holding a small sealed manila envelope, self consciously shifting it between hands as he spoke. Kristen opened the door a little more, pulling her silk robe tighter around her body. The security guard's eyes widened at the sight of her rotund midsection and heavy breasts silhouetted in the fabric. She smiled in spite of herself. "I'm her sister, Kristen." She held out her hand and he took it with a perfunctory shake. "If it's something important you can leave it with me and I'll make sure she gets it." "Well, I don't know. Like I said it's... personal." "Up to you." she said dismissively, and started closing the door. "Ok wait." He was holding out the small envelop and a business card. "Just give this to her and have her call me when she has the chance." "Will do." Kristen promised, taking the items. "Thanks." The guard quickly turned and headed for his vehicle. Inside, Kristen turned the envelope over slowly; trying to discern what could be in it. Something more than paper from the sound it made and the way it slid around. She sighed and tossed it onto the coffee table. As she sat there surfing the cable channels for something interesting, her eyes kept being drawn back to the yellow rectangle. Ever the curios one, she could never leave things alone. Christmas and birthdays had always been a nightmare for her parents when she and her sister were growing up. She would turn the house upside down for weeks searching for any trace of a gift. Once she found them, and she always did, it was like a full-on crime scene forensics investigation as she examined each package. She picked up the envelope and examined it again. The glue seal was poorly attached and already peeling along at least an inch of the flap. Ten minutes later, with the help of some steam from the clothes iron, the envelope was open. She dumped the contents onto the table: there was a silver DVD in a case, and a hand scribbled note reading: Mrs. Carter, Please forgive me for being forward, but you should really be more discrete in what you do at the office after hours. If someone else had been on first shift instead of me, there might have been a stink made. I wasn't sure what to do, that's why I didn't bring this to your attention earlier. This is the only copy of the security footage from your office. And don't worry, my lips are sealed. It was signed Jim Knight, Security Chief. Kristen picked up the DVD and looked at it. It was a plain, recordable disk. The only label was 'Room 322 Feed' and a date of three weeks ago. More curious than ever, she dropped the disc into the DVD player. A moment later she was watching her sister scan a bookshelf in an office, presumably her own. The video was surprisingly clear for a security camera, although it was in black and white and looked a little washed out. After a few minutes another figure walked into the room, causing Kristen to gasp. Kevin stood behind her sister, clearly admiring her ass. Suddenly it clicked: the nervousness of the guard, the 'personal matter', the note about being discrete. It all made perfect sense. She was watching security footage of the night Kevin had went to help Misty after work and stood her up! She watched transfixed as Kevin walked up to her sister and goosed her ass. Although there was no sound, she could tell that Misty had screamed by the way she jumped and turned quickly. On the screen her sister was now topless and Kevin was kissing his way across her chest. Kristen sat back on the couch, letting her robe fall open to her sides. Her nipples were hard mountains rising up from the sloping mound of her breasts and her crotch was on fire. One hand crept up the slope of her stomach and over her chest to pinch one nipple. Her other hand slid down to press the lacy fabric of her panties into her cleft. In the video her sister was on her knees, gripping Kevin's fat cock with both hands and stuffing it into her mouth. A sharp pang of jealousy shot through her as she watched him disappear into her sisters' face. She yanked her panties to the side and plunged two digits into her dripping pussy, moaning as she fucked herself with her fingers. Her breathing came in short, ragged gasps. She watched her brother step between her sisters' legs and sink his meat into her waiting hole. Another bolt of jealousy flew through her at the look of pure ecstasy on Misty's face, and the fury of her fingers doubled. Her eyes were glued to the screen watching to two impromptu porn stars enjoy each other's bodies. On the screen Kevin's head was thrown back, his look of animal lust caught perfectly by the high mounted camera. She recognized that look as the face he made when he came, and the realization that Kevin was pumping his cum into Misty's waiting pussy was all it took to push her over the edge. She rode the crest of her orgasm, back arched, pregnant belly reaching for the ceiling, face contorted, screaming out Kevin' and Misty's names over and over again while her fingers continued to pound her throbbing pussy. Finally she collapsed back on the couch, utterly spent and gasping for air. On the television, the footage ended and cut to a static test pattern, like you used to see on broadcast T.V. when the channel went off the air. *** Misty was the first one home that evening, and found Kristen in the kitchen busily preparing dinner. "Hey sis." she said cheerfully, dumping her purse on the bar. "Hey, how was work?" Kristen was slicing tomatoes on top of a big bowl of salad. "Eh, same old same old, anything exciting happen today?" "Uh, not really," she paused, trying to come up with something, "the baby's been moving a lot. Other than that it was pretty quiet." She shot a quick glance from the corner of her eye at her sister, who was flipping through the stack of mail on the bar idly. "Have you talked to Kev?" "No, haven't heard from him." "Who's talking about me?" Kevin asked, strolling into the kitchen. He hugged his wife and planted a kiss on her lips. "Oh, just wondering if Kris knew when you'd be home." He looked at his watch seriously for a moment. "Right about now." "Funny." The sisters said in unison. "I'm going to go change." Misty announced. "Be back in a minute." As soon as she was out of sight Kristen was on Kevin like white on rice; grabbing his crotch, pressing her body against his, pulling him down to her for a long, wet kiss before finally releasing him and stepping back. "Wow." He said quietly. "Where did that come from?" "You'll just have to wait and see." she said coyly. "Hey Kev!" Misty called from upstairs. "Come here a sec!" He looked at Kristen again, but she had turned her back to him. Upstairs, Misty was striping off her modest business suit when he walked into their bedroom. "What's up babe?" "Hey does Kristen seem to be acting funny to you?" "No," he said slowly. "Not that I've noticed. Why?" "I don't know she seems off today. I asked her about her day and she was very, shifty, I guess you could say. I don't know it was just weird." "Hmm, I haven't noticed anything." He walked over to his nude wife and wrapped his arms around her. "Although I don't see how you expect me to think straight with this in front of me." She giggled as he nibbled at her bare neck. "Stop it!" She slapped his arm playfully. "Not now!" "Later?" He raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Maybe." She winked at her husband. "Now get out so I can get dressed." *** Dinner was a strange event to say the least. Misty and Kevin both tried to engage Kristen in some topic or another, but each attempt was met with short, curt answers and distracted looks. She only picked at her food, moving it around on her plate with her fork. "You okay Kris?" Misty asked after an uncomfortable five minute silence. "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I just feel a little off today." She pushed her chair back from the table. "I think I'm going to go lay down." They watched her sulk off toward that stairs. When she was gone Misty turned to her husband. "See what I mean?" "Yeah, what do you think is wrong?" "I don't know. I'm going to go talk to her." Fifteen minutes later Kevin was on the couch with his laptop when Misty came back down stairs. "Any luck?" "Fuck no. She won't say more than two words at a time to me." "Hmmm." "You go try to talk to her, see if you can get anywhere." She looked at him pleadingly. "Okay." He closed his laptop and trudged upstairs. Kristen's door was slightly ajar. He stood outside for a moment, head down, fingers tented on the smooth surface of the door. He knocked once before pushing the door open. Kristen was lying on her side with her back to the door. She had changed into a plain white A-shirt and a pair of hip hugging boy shorts. Kevin's cock instantly began to swell at the sight of her round bottom. He cleared his throat and Kristen rolled over to face him. Her dark, round nipples were clearly visible through the thinly stretched fabric of her top. "Hey." A warm smile lit her face. Kevin sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on her hip. "What's going on?" She was silent. "Kris?" "Nothing," she mumbled with a dour look on her face. Clearly something was bothering her that she didn't want to talk about. "Bullshit." She looked hurt, and wouldn't meet his gaze. "I can tell something is bothering you. Fess up." She was silent for several moments longer before finally answering. "I don't know exactly. I'm all – mixed up – I guess you could say. Look, let me deal with it. I promise you I'll tell you everything in a day or so, I just need to work it out on my own first." Her voice cracked as she spoke, and Kevin could see that she was close to tears. "Okay." He sighed. "I'm holding you to it." He threw a quick glance at the door before leaning in to plant a tender kiss on her lips before retreating from the room. "I love you." She whispered to his back, too quietly for anyone but herself to hear, as he pulled the door closed behind him. Misty was looking at him questioningly when he walked back into the living room. "Well?" Kevin shrugged. "I don't know, she won't say." "I'm worried. I think she might be depressed or something." "I wouldn't go that far, it's probably just hormones. Give her a few days." He squeezed his wife's hand reassuringly. "Wanna go take a shower?" Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "I'll be right behind you." *** Three days passed before Kristen met her sister's husband at the door when he came home from work. She was wearing a very familiar outfit, the one that had started all this trouble months ago: dark red silk panties lined with black lace and a matching bustier, which struggled to contain her 36DD's back then, and now completely failed to restrain her growing bosom in wondrous fashion. The front was unlaced and loose, allowing it to accommodate her round pregnant belly. Kevin just stared in disbelief. "Remember this?" She struck a sexy little pose, looking at him intently. "How could I forget?" She led him by his tie into the living room without a word and pushed him down onto the soft leather couch. She leaned over him and the massive globes spilled out of her top. Kevin reached up to cup each heavy sack. To his surprise the nipples were wet and slippery. "Lactation." She explained seeing his slightly confused look. "And that's not the only thing that's wet." She stood and drew his hand to the cleft between her thighs. The silk of her panties was sticky and wet. Her breath caught in her throat when Kevin pressed hard, grinding the smooth fabric into her sensitive clit. She suddenly pushed him back in the couch and dropped carefully to her knees in front of him. She licked her lips as she ripped into his pants to free his throbbing cock. It stood proudly at attention, swaying back and forth slightly just an inch from her nose. "I have something I want to show you." She said as she grasped the shaft and slid her hand up and over the swollen head. "But you have to promise me you won't get mad." She gazed up at him expectantly, pale blue eyes locked on his. "Ok." He grunted as she slid half of his length into her eager mouth and back out again in one fluid motion. Her lips popped audibly as they released him. "Turn on the TV and hit play." Kristen instructed before devouring his manhood again, taking another quarter of his length into her mouth. He grasped the remote from the cushion beside him and clicked the television to life. "What the-" he exclaimed when the picture filled the screen. He was looking at his wife, searching a bookshelf in her office. He looked down at his sister who was looking back at him with his cock sticking out of her face. "What is this?" "Just watch." She mumbled around his thick meat. He watched for several seconds before another figure entered the scene. It took him a moment to realize he was seeing himself on screen. In a flash everything clicked. He looked back down at Kristen who was busily sucking his cock. "How did you get this?" "A guy dropped it off the other day," she said, letting him slip from her lips. Her hands continued to work their magic on his shaft, "said he was head of security at her office or something." "And you watched it?" "Well, yeah. I was curious. So I watched it. At first it was a little weird. But the more I watched it the more I realized that I was getting incredibly horny." She stopped to lubricate his cock with her mouth before resuming her slow, deliberate strokes. "When you two came home that night that's why I was acting weird. I couldn't look at Misty without picturing her stuffing your fat, juicy cock into her face." She looked at him longingly. "Say something, anything." "Okay so you were jealous, I can get that." "No it's not that I was jealous of her," she trailed off. A confused look crossed Kevin's face. "What do you mean?" She took a deep breath, holding his rigid pole in one hand as she looked into his eyes. "I was jealous of both of you. I wanted to be right there with you, enjoying both of your bodies." Understanding dawned on him. "You wanted to have sex with me and your sister?" He was dumbstruck. "Yes. You think I'm a freak don't you." She dropped his cock, clearly upset. "I didn't say that Kristen." She was silent, sitting back on her haunches with her arms crossed between her heavy breasts and rotund belly. Finally she spoke. "Are you going to tell her?" "Tell her what? That we were filmed having sex at her office, or that her sister watched it while she fingered herself?" he snapped. Tears welled in Kristen's eyes, spilling over her lids to trace down her flushed cheeks. Kevin leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just a little shocked." He lifted her head to look down into her eyes. "We'll figure it out okay. Forgive me?" "Yes of course." Kristen sniffled. She wiped tears from her eyes and looked down at the thick cock resting on her chest. "Now where was I?" *** An hour later, Misty pulled her BMW into the garage and killed the engine. She was beat, in a sour mood and just wanted to take a shower and go to bed. As she walked into the kitchen she dropped her purse, phone and keys on the counter. "Kevin? Kris?" she called. The house was silent. Kevin's truck and Kristen's little shit box of a car were both outside, so they had to be there somewhere. "Hello?" She heard laughter coming from outback. As she pushed through the French doors she found her husband and sister on the patio. The bar-b-q grill was smoking steadily and music was pouring from the discretely hidden speakers. They were both wearing swimsuits: Kristen in a decidedly un-modest yellow bikini consisting of boy short bottoms and a triangle top that left the dark edges of her areolas exposed; Kevin shirtless and sexy in a pair of dark maroon board shorts and flip flops. She admired how thick and muscular his body looked in the setting sun. "Hey sis!" Kristen called out when she noticed her standing there. Kevin walked over and wrapped her in a big hug, planting a kiss on her lips. "Hey baby. You're just in time, dinner's just about done." She forced a smile. "Great." "I'm gonna go grab a beer, you want one?" "I'll come with you, I want to change anyway." She told him, following her husband into the house. As soon as the doors closed behind them she said, "What's going on." "What do you mean?" Kevin asked as he dug around in the fridge for the beer. "I mean you're outside with my half naked sister and I'd like to know why." She said coldly. "I can see her nipples for Christ's sake." "I'm cooking dinner, outside, in the heat. Kristen was already in the pool when I came home." He wrapped his arms around her waist and gazed into her eyes. "What's wrong?" "I don't know. I'm just in a really bitchy mood today." She confessed, laying her head on his bare chest. "I'm sorry." He kissed her on the head. "S'okay. Why don't you go change into a swimsuit, and after dinner we'll all take a dip and relax." "Okay." Ten minutes later Misty re-emerged from the house. Kristen stopped talking in mid-sentence and Kevin's jaw hit the floor. She was wearing a skimpy electric blue bikini he had never seen before. It was made of just thin strips of fabric, maybe an inch wide at most, and held together with white string ties. A sliver of blue barely covered her smoothly shaved pussy, and wrapped under her and up the crevice of her toned ass. Equally small strips of blue started on top of each breast and plunged down the gentle slopes, transecting her pink areolas and leaving little to the imagination. Her lithe, athletic figure was bathed in the soft warm glow of the setting sun. Kristen whistled. "Damn Misty, where did that come from?" "I had it tucked away for a special occasion, but tonight seemed as good as any." She said nonchalantly. She stretched out on a lounge chair picked up a beer. "Pick up your tongue honey." Kristen looked at Kevin and laughed at his slack jaw expression. "Don't burn the pregnant woman's food!" "Funny." He turned his attention back to the grill. When the food was served they sat around the patio table, Misty & Kevin drinking beer, Kristen drinking virgin daiquiri's, talking and laughing. Misty seemed to be in a better mood already. When the plates were cleared Misty stood and announced that she was going for a swim. Her husband and sister turned to watch her stride confidently to the edge of the deck and dive into the water, both admiring the way her ass flexed as she walked. Before long the trio was in the pool together, splashing and playing like children. The Lingerie Incident Ch. 05 "I'll be right back. Gotta pee." Kristen announced after they had been swimming for about an hour. She hauled herself out of the pool and made for the pool bath on the opposite side of the deck. Misty swam over to her husband and wrapped her legs around him, letting her body float in the water. His hands were immediately on her stomach, caressing her skin, moving higher to slip over the mounds of her breasts. "God you look sexy," he muttered. "What are you going to do with me?" she asked playfully. To answer he walked her over to the edge of the pool where she could support herself on the ledge. He plunged his hand into the water and pulled his growing erection from his trunks. Misty quickly pulled the thin strip of fabric away from her opening and he pressed his head into her, slowly feeding the stiffening rod deeper and deeper. A look of desire spread across her face as he embedded himself into her burning pussy. "Mmm, now that's more like it," she purred. Just then Kristen exited the pool bath and slipped back into the water. "Much better," she said, sounding relieved. Kevin turned and pulled Misty back out to the center of the pool, still impaled on his meat. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her back was to her sister, who was looking at Kevin with a mixture of understanding, desire and jealousy. They floated that way for nearly twenty minutes, with Kevin's cock lodged into his wife, taking every opportunity to pump it into her whenever her sister looked away. Misty kept slipping one hand under the water between them to finger her clit whenever Kevin wasn't thrusting. Her head was on his shoulder and she was biting his neck to stifle the sounds of her excitement. Finally it was too much: Kevin grunted his penis twitched and shot a load of sperm into Misty's waiting womb. With her back to her sister, she couldn't see Kristen sitting on the pool steps, tits out, with the crotch of her bathing suit pulled to the side as she fondled her pussy just under the surface of the water. Her eyes were locked onto his as his face contorted with his release. Her fingers played a sensual symphony across her clit as she watched her brother pump his seed into her sister. Heat erupted in her body, setting her nerves on fire as she came hard, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Misty quietly slipped from her husband's embrace, letting his still throbbing member slip into the water trailing sperm in its wake. Little white globules coalesced and floated to the surface. She turned just in time to see her sister exit the pool and couldn't help admiring her body as she walked toward the house; the way her hips moved, how her round pregnant belly and tits seemed to sway as a unit. She felt something brush against her ass under the water and turned to find Kevin standing behind her, hard cock jutting from the front of his trunks, a mischievous little half smile on his face. "Round two?" Misty threw a glance over her shoulder. Upstairs the light in Kristen's room was on. She looked back at her husband and grabbed his cock. "It's still round one for me stud." "Sounds like you need to get caught up then." He grabbed his wife and pulled her to the shallow end of the pool and lifted her to the edge. Without a word he yanked the ties of her bottom free and tossed it over his shoulder. "What are you doing? I still have cu..." she started to protest as he pushed her back onto the pool deck. His mouth on her aching pussy stopped her in mid sentence. His tongue snaked its way inside of her, lapping up their mingled juices greedily. "Oh. My. God." She bucked her hips up to his face. "Eat me baby! Eat your cum out of me!" Her hand dropped to his head, holding it down as she pushed her crotch harder into his face. In mere moments her body was shaking violently as an orgasm raged through it. Above them, Kristen sat on the seat of the bay window overlooking the pool and peered through her parted blinds. A small purple vibrator was a blur between her legs as she watched Kevin eat his cream from her sisters' vagina. She saw Misty throw her head back and buck her hips as she came and the vibrator fell to the floor and a second orgasm, much stronger than the first, consumed her.