2 comments/ 42613 views/ 4 favorites The Larkins By: ChristopherMaxwell This story uses the character of "Dr. Donald Larkin", with the explicit permission of SEVERUSMAX, an established writer on this site. It's a minor character in his story "The Professor's Bride", mentioned only briefly. This is his past and background. Donald Larkin lived in a college town, but his parents weren't part of the faculty. His mother taught, alright: she taught English at a local middle school. His father was a firefighter and had a modest salary from that job. They certainly couldn't pay much for college, especially since they had three kids. If he had lived everywhere else, attending Notre Dame would have been impossible. Luckily, they lived in South Bend, Indiana, where the university had its campus. The school semester was over, and Donald had found a minimum-wage job to help cover expenses during the summer. He avoided some expenses some time before, but he didn't wish his family to know how he had pulled that off. He didn't spend money on dates, for the simple reason that he had a lover already. The thing was that his lover was another guy. His parents, while supposedly more liberal, might not be ready for a son who was in a same-sex relationship. Donald wasn't gay. In fact, he often slept with girls, which was okay with his boyfriend, Kevin. Kevin was a handsome black man, whom Donald had seduced away from his domineering wife. He now lived with a number of male roommates, but none were yet aware of their relationship. Not even Kevin's ex had any idea, which was for the best. Donald didn't want Kevin to lose his shirt in the divorce. The ex-wife only knew that Kevin had left her because he was tired of her bullshit. Kevin was bisexual as well, so Donald and he had frequent female sex partners. They even had some threesomes, although they waited until the girls were gone to fool around with each other. Both of them leaned more toward women in terms of sex, as a matter of fact. It was simply that they loved each other in a way that superseded their normal tendencies. If they had been straight, that wouldn't have been possible, but it was, since they were bisexual. Because they had such regular sex with each other, satisfied their desire for variety by taking women as casual partners, and didn't wish to expose their orientation to outsiders yet, Donald and Kevin agreed not to sleep with other men. They naturally wished to be more open in time, but Donald had a scholarship and Kevin had a gun shop. Many of Kevin's customers didn't approve of sodomy, though that was hardly a universal view. As for Donald, even the most liberal faculty members at Notre Dame might frown upon an openly bisexual student having a scholarship there, no matter how smart he might be. It was a Catholic college, after all. Donald's family was of mixed faith, with a Jewish father and an Irish Catholic mother, but that didn't guarantee that either would tolerate his lifestyle. He simply limited his sexual relations with Kevin to the apartment, and even then they made sure that they were careful not to get caught fucking by the roommates. Not long after he started his new job, his routine was disrupted by his sister's friend, Heather. She was a busty brunette, definitely not on the slender side, though she certainly wasn't fat. Katherine, Donald's older sister, was back to work her own summer job and pay her way through medical school. She had talked her best friend into joining her at the Larkins' house, since they would otherwise have to pay rent while trying to earn their tuition. Donald naturally dreaded this arrival. If his sister, Kat, was anything to go by, her friend would be a ridiculously silly and prudish woman. How a medical student could be so immature and superstitious was a question that still confused him. It was an absolute enigma, in fact. He loved his sister, and she had good points, but he refused to blind himself to her flaws. She belonged to a circle of devoutly Catholic women and had no doubt planned to convert her own father to the Church, not to mention Donald, who had early professed a preference for his dad's religion. She also regarded sex as something to be postponed until marriage, which especially irked Donald. She was sweet, but he feared for her future husband. Life would have to be tough on even the strictest Catholic man, waiting so long for what would almost certainly be inferior and infrequent (not to mention dull and monotonous) sex. A liberal Jew like Donald would see it as simply intolerable, not that his sister would ever marry one (unless she planned to convert him at some point, which he wouldn't put past her). He was more than slightly shocked when he first met Heather. She wasn't a prude at all. For one thing, she didn't dress like his sister. Just how Kat ended up with a girlfriend like her was beyond his imagination. They were almost polar opposites. Katherine wore skirts, long dresses, and otherwise conservative clothes. Heather wore miniskirts, shorts, jeans, and bare midriffs, when she didn't have to dress for class at least. It was evident that nothing had changed his sister, but she clearly had a much more open-minded friend, at least as far a clothing was concerned. "Donald, I presume? I'm Heather. Kat has told me a great deal about you, babe. She complains that you still haven't found a woman, though I point out that she hasn't found a man, either. People find love in their own time, don't they? Anyway, do you mind if I borrow your room to change? Kat's in her room and I don't feel like chatting while I get into something more comfortable. She's a great friend, but sometimes a little too talkative," she introduced herself without any embarrassment. "Sure, go ahead. Nice to meet you. I wouldn't have thought that you were such a free spirit, being Kat's girlfriend and all. Don't worry, I'll resist the temptation to barge into my room and watch you change into something more comfortable," Donald teased her back, clearly reacting to the flirtation of this slightly older woman. He found her use of the term "babe" and her suggestion of changing into even skimpier clothes (in his bedroom, no less) to be rather brazen attempts at sexual innuendo. Her choice of an outfit put her previous flirting and teasing to shame. If a bare midriff and torn, stonewashed jeans (with half of her panties showing in the back) weren't wild enough compared to her friend's taste, a pair of Daisy Dukes and a bikini top certainly fit that bill. By then, Kat had already finished with her own undressing and started to introduce the two, only to find that they had already met each other. She was a little annoyed with her friend for wearing such scanty outfits around her brother, since she herself wore more "modest" culottes and a "respectable" shirt with plenty of undergarments. The many suggestive double entendres often went over her head, thankfully, since she would have been outraged by them. It was a good thing that she never found out about the other form of flirting in which Heather engaged, as Donald discovered when he entered the room himself to change and found the real purpose of her changing in his bedroom. She had left her panties behind on his bed, which was a bald declaration of intent, if there ever was one. Having found in his sister's close friend a more sympathetic guest than he expected, he naturally decided not to snitch on her. Instead, he hid the panties in his drawer for a later "discussion" with the brunette. When he returned to the living room, Kat was already gone, but Heather had stuck around for some reason. Apparently, his sister had decided that she wanted to shop at the nearest mall, but her girlfriend pleaded fatigue and avoided it. It was obvious to Donald that she wanted to be alone with him (his parents were out of the house for the weekend). It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she wanted from her host. Then again, he preferred such a direct manner of seduction. It was better than trying to decipher a girl's intent. "Hey, Donald, do you have any stiff drinks? I could use a buzz right now. I'll share it with you, of course. I love being around guys, you know, not that women are bad, either," Heather spoke in her very charming voice. "How about a little gin? That's about all Dad has around here. Mom keeps wine in the fridge, but mostly for formal dinners and such. I wouldn't mind a little booze myself," Donald smirked. "Gin and tonic, perhaps? I like those. So, did you keep the present I left for you?" she winked at him. "Yes, until later, if you want it back. I gather that was your true reason for changing in my bedroom," he grinned, as he poured drinks for both of them. "Yeah, well, I had a funny feeling that you were cooler than Kat. She is also worried that you might be gay. I seriously doubt that, from your behavior. You're definitely interested in women, aren't you? Maybe slightly older women attract you, slutty women with clothes that barely cover anything? Oh, and keep my undies. They're a gift. They're also an invitation to get into my panties whenever you wish, honey," she commented with a smile, as they drank their gin. "Oh, I've got a few condoms left, if you want to use them," Donald deliberately pushed the envelope. "Condoms? I'm clean, sweetie. No STDs, I assure you. I get tested a lot, because I like to go bareback. I know, I'm a medical student, so I should know better. Well, I do know better. I just don't give a damn. A lot of my sex partners are regularly tested too," Heather rejected that idea, shocking him. "What if I knock you up? That might blow your medical career," he observed. "No, I'm on summer break. Besides, I could always go with correspondence courses if that happens. As for child support, we'll work something out. Maybe have a marriage of convenience and a divorce afterward, or whatever else. I'm not worried about it. So, any more excuses, dear Donald?" she countered, before walking over to him to give him a kiss that included more than a little tongue. "Uh, I should tell you something. Something that I don't tell most women beforehand, but I think that you deserve to know it, before we fuck without protection and possibly get you pregnant. I'm involved...with a man. I have a boyfriend. Relax, I'm not gay, as you noted. That much is obvious. However, I am bisexual. "The reason that I think that you deserve to know this is that he might well object to my knocking you up and having to deal with the possible consequences. Also, he would know about our little fling, because I'd tell him about it. You see, we have an open relationship. Well, it's not totally open: we're both allowed to screw other women, but not other men. No, my parents don't know, and obviously neither does Kat, though she evidently suspects something disturbingly close to it. "Oh, and we've always used condoms with other girls, so I'd have to get special permission to do this. No doubt he'd want me to grant him the same favor in the future at some point," Donald declared, between kisses. "That is supposed to be an issue? You've got to be kidding me! Donald, baby, I love it! I never realized that you were so...discreet. Go ahead and call your man. I sincerely hope that he'll go along with it. Hell, he might even want a threesome, don't you think? I'm only here for a short time, and I won't let anything get in the way of what might be (unless you knock me up, that is) my only chance of fucking you on a regular basis. "I've wanted you ever since I first heard about you. Something about you just seemed, well, yummy. I'm glad that you haven't disappointed me. Besides, how often does a girl get along with her best friend's brother so well?" Heather retorted with glee, stubborn in her desire to screw Donald for a mysterious reason. "Wow, I thought that I would shock you, but you've blown me away! I never thought that you were so understanding. Okay, I'm going to call Kevin. He should get a kick out of this. No doubt he'll want his share, not that I mind," Donald reacted to her statement. He dialed Kevin's number, which thankfully got an answer right away. "Kevin, my man, I have a surprise for you!" he teased his boyfriend. "What's that, honey?" the gun shop owner asked, glad to be in the privacy of his office alone. "I have a girl that would like to screw me, and possibly you as well. The thing is that she likes it bareback. She claims that she has been tested and all. Oh, fuck, she's not waiting any longer. I think that she ran out of patience. She's kind of....well, giving me some head," Donald grunted, as Heather indeed sucked his dick, which she freed while he was distracted by the phone. "Well, buddy, it seems that you owe me one. There's no problem. Just enjoy her mouth, pussy, and anything else, but don't tell any more people. You're not really supposed to have told her, but I guess that you wanted to inform me and get my permission to screw her without a raincoat. I suppose that you also believed that she was open-minded, which appears to be right. "In any case, I want some of her tail for myself, and please don't tell me she's against anal. It's been weeks since I got any female ass, so I'm ready for that. I still get a kick out of the fact that my ex doesn't know we're dating, since she took both of us in the rear recently," Kevin chuckled, not really that pissed off or worried about Donald's deal with Heather. "Yeah, that's a hoot and a half, lover. Oh, shiiiitttt! Heather is devouring me like I'm a drumstick!" Donald groaned with pleasure, as he became dangerously close to his release. Heather's mouth explored Donald's dick as much as was humanly possible. She even licked his balls and started rimming his ass, something that only Kevin had done to him in the past. She treated his body as if it were some kind of dessert or morsel that she was hungry to eat up. "Okay, talk to you later, babe. Just remember that I want some of that fine girl of yours for myself too," Kevin laughed and hung up. "So, he's cool with it?" Heather spoke up, as she let go of Donald's cock for a moment. "Very cool with it, in fact, honey. So, are you going to finish the job?" he urged her with a devious grin on his face at the thought of cumming down her throat. "Duh! Did you think that I'd leave you high and dry? Hell no! No, honey, I just want you to take me. I want you to fuck me, with the emphasis on 'fuck'. I want it rough, baby. Who knows when your sister is coming back, so it's best if we screw and get you off as quickly as possible this time, hence the blowjob. I want it fast and ruthless, either in the pussy or the ass. It's entirely up to you, though my cunt is better prepared, since I'm dripping wet at the moment," she encouraged him. "Pussy it is, then. You can keep your top on while we screw, if you prefer. That would make it easier to get dressed in a hurry. I'm keeping mine on, just in case," Donald stated, as he started to unzip Heather's shorts for her. "Thank you, baby. In the future, I'll wear a skirt around you and leave you a pair of my panties before we screw, to remind you that I'm fair game. If I'm on the rag, however, I'll leave no panties there. That'll be the signal that only my ass is up for grabs. I stick to oral and anal when I'm on the rag, because of UTIs. Now, will you go ahead and screw me, please?" Heather urged him. Donald gladly acted on her plea, by guiding his fingers and then his dick into her drenched cunt. Heather presented her bare ass for his pleasure, allowing him to see what he'd get later, while he began thrusting his unprotected cock into her pussy. She fully enjoyed doggie-style, but especially liked the idea that he would knock her up. She was very fertile that day, so she intended to get him to screw her pussy, sooner or later. Her plan (and Kat's) clearly worked, as she would explain later to her friend. What she didn't tell her friend was the full extent of her own vision for herself and Donald. Kat couldn't see past "curing" her supposedly gay brother of his sin, even to the extent of using fornication to achieve it and get him married off. That she wasn't married herself yet was irrelevant to her. It was more necessary to get Donald to settle down, in her mind, because he showed dangerous homosexual leanings in her paranoid perspective. She chose Heather, because she figured that her busty friend had the best chance, even if she was a bit "sleazy" to Kat's thinking. Perhaps Donald could help her out with that, too. It would "save" both of them. Heather, however, was a step or two ahead of her girlfriend. She didn't mind sharing Donald's body, so Kat's idea of a conventional marriage upon pregnancy was a non-starter, particularly since Heather liked screwing more than one man on a regular basis. She just wanted a few regular cocks, and would even sleep with a girl or two to achieve it. She certainly had no problem with Donald continuing his relationship with Kevin, which she knew that he could tell her about, but not Kat. Hell, she would love for Kevin to knock her up as well. If she improvised well enough, she could have two boyfriends who just happened to fuck each other. She'd probably marry Donald, while they kept Kevin as their lover. This was on her mind as Donald rammed her, but not for too long, since she quickly discovered that Kevin was a lucky man. Her friend's brother had a truly exquisite cock, delightful in its ability to plunder a woman's pussy and leave a gap in its wake. This was the cock that Kat wanted for her to use? It was magnificent! She was not sure if she could delay her climax much longer, and he had only been inside her for a few minutes! Damn, she had to thank her friend, and at least one idea occurred to her. She'd set the girl up on a "double date" with Donald and Kevin, then ensure that a mix-up occurred and Kat ended up losing her cherry to her brother. After that, of course, she'd be game for a moment in the sack with Kevin too. By the end of the evening, she'd get Kat to screw all three of them! Kat's plot would backfire and she would change more than anyone else, which she needed to do anyway. If the scheme didn't fall through, there would be a four-way marriage that involved brother-sister incest as well. After all, it was only fair to Donald and Kevin that they would get a second woman, if she got two men out of this deal. Donald had his suspicions of Heather being up to something, but he didn't worry about it at the moment, since he had his own self-control problems just then. For a woman who evidently had no trouble getting laid, she still knew how to avoid the loose pussy traditionally associated with promiscuous girls. Maybe she was more selective in her partners than either he or Kat supposed. Well, that stood to reason, since she tested herself and enough bareback sex with enough different men would have undesirable results in time. Only by being reasonably picky and limiting it to a few fuckbuddies would a guy or girl be able to screw around without a rubber and not become infected. Whatever the case, Heather kept thrusting back at him, pulling him into herself as he pushed inside her. She grunted quite a bit, gasping as he moved inside her, her growls indicating a feverish need to have him even deeper in her cunt. She wanted him as far inside her body as possible. She ached to welcome him to her now slippery hole, needing more of the pleasure of his hard dick, ready to shoot his load in her. She started to whimper after a bit, her sweat pouring down her breasts and toward her belly, as Donald invaded her repeatedly. She wanted rough sex, and that was exactly what he gave her, not that she changed her mind about it. Finally, Heather lost her battle to restrain herself and simply squirted on Donald's cock, a cry leaving her mouth that sounded like a wild animal in heat. She tightened up as far as she could on his prick, forcing his body to expel its own cum into her slit. It was actually the most intense straight sex either of them had known with anyone, as the idea of his seed so far inside her pussy was a rush of adrenaline for both of them. The worry of knocking her up was actually a thrill for him on a secret, visceral level. He was also turned-on by the idea that he might unravel whatever little scheme someone might have hatched against him. The Larkins Ch. 02 When Kat returned, there was nothing to indicate that anything had happened between Donald and Heather, aside from their body language. Heather wouldn't take her eyes off Donald and vice versa. Kat kept wondering if anything occurred, and the more she obsessed about that idea, the more it excited her in spite of her beliefs. She hurried to her bedroom and climbed under the covers to stroke her pussy until she got relief. Kat didn't expect Heather to walk in on her while she jilled off, but her friend was very calm and matter-of-fact about it. "Chill, honey. You're far too uptight about it. I'm glad to see you showing an interest in these things. It's healthy, you know, to masturbate. Even for girls. We have needs, too. You should try a vibrator. It would make things so much better. You can borrow mine any time. You don't even have to wash it," Heather told a very red-faced Kat. "But it's a sin!" Kat worried. "I guarantee you that even nuns do it. Especially nuns, in fact. They need to jill off more than most women. You won't go to Hell for it, but if you do, I'll welcome your company," Heather flirted with her friend. "Why am I like this all of the sudden? Heather, you're cool with things like this. You know, perverted things. Do you know why I'm excited by the idea of you and Donald having illicit sex. I keep picturing his penis in your vagina and I just now imagined that it was in mine. That's incest! Why would I think of such things? I shouldn't have those thoughts at all, let alone about my own brother!" Kat confided desperately in her friend. "Wasn't that the real purpose to the mission you assigned me? You wanted to make sure that he wasn't gay, so you could seduce him. I was to be the bait, and yes, he took me. Don't worry. I'll share him with you. I'm not the jealous kind. Just bear in mind that now I've had him, I won't give him up. I had my own reasons for seducing Donald. My intuition told me that he'd be just right for me. It tells me also that you're more deviant than you're letting on, even now. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to fuck your brother. In fact, there's nothing wrong with actually fucking him. He's yummy. Trust me on that point. I'll help you on the condition that you do as I say from now on. Think as me as your teacher in sexual debauchery. Lesson one. Don't call it a penis. Call it a cock or a dick. Clinical terms are so dull. Same with vaginas. Call them pussies, cunts, or twats. "Do we have a deal, Kat? You'll do as I instruct you and agree to tell only certain trusted people. In return, I'll help you loosen up and actually enjoy yourself for a change. You could use a mentor in matters of sexuality," Heather proposed to her girlfriend. "Oh, alright. I guess that I'll just have a lot more to confess next time around. My priest might have a stroke. So I have to do as you tell me, not get jealous about sharing Donald, and start using dirtier terms for private parts. Anything else, O Professor of Hedonism?" Kat responded with unusual wit. "Yes, that includes sucking my pussy. Don't worry. It won't kill you to eat me out. You might even have fun with it. Here, have a taste while you stroke your clit. Push yourself down lower on the bed to give me more room to sit on your face," Heather ordered her "pupil". Kat resumed her masturbation while Heather straddled her mouth. The smell and taste astonished Kat. She expected it to disgust her, but it was actually delicious. She liked eating pussy. Before Kat knew it, her tongue buried itself naturally between Heather's folds and tasted the rest of Donald's cum there. Being a virgin, she had no idea what she just cleaned up, but her friend was well aware that she had just given her new student her brother's creampie. "That milky stuff inside me is Donald's cum, Kat. You just tasted your brother's spunk. How would you like him in your pussy? You wouldn't have to stroke yourself so hard to cum, I believe. Are you ready for incest, or is it too soon?" Heather dared her friend. "I'm so ready to lose my virginity. I'm no closer to meeting Mr. Right in spite of myself. Maybe I need Donald to get me over the hump. Well, I need Donald and you. Just please, don't tell my future husband whenever I meet him," Kat pleaded with Heather. "Well, for the guy that I have in mind for you, he won't mind at all. You need to change your notion of 'Mr. Right'. I know a guy who'll marry you and will be perfectly okay with you carrying on with both of us. You won't have to give this up at all," Heather assured her roommate. "Who's that?" Kat asked incredulously. "You'll find out in time. For now, however, in or out? Obey me and let your brother fuck you, or else the deal is off and you can stop eating my sweet pussy," Heather demanded. "No, I want to eat you out and I want to let Donald have sex with me. Or should I call it 'fucking'?" Kat complied with her teacher. "Fucking is much better and so is your improved attitude. For from now on, at least until we agree that you don't need further training, show me more respect than you have. Call me 'Mistress Heather', except when we're in the wrong kind of company. Is that understood?" Heather insisted. "Yes, Mistress Heather," Kat yielded. Kat would do anything to have Donald fuck her while she got to lick this delectable cunt on her face. She couldn't have ever imagined acting so perverse just hours ago, but Heather had located her inner hussy. Her girlfriend was born to entice people into sexual depravity. "Oh, Donald, your sister needs you for something urgent!" Heather opened the bedroom door and called out to her new lover. "Right away, babe," Donald went along with the plan, knowing that Kevin had approved it so far. There was no reason to think that he would object to this. When Donald entered Kat's bedroom to see his sister eating Heather's pussy and obviously masturbating (the covers were off by now), he was harder than concrete. How in God's name had Heather so easily seduced Kat? They planned an elaborate ruse and she had caved without any effort at all. His sister must be a slut in disguise, a thought that excited him greatly. "You want me to fuck you, Sis?" Donald offered. "I'm afraid your sister has lost her powers of speech temporarily, but I think that it's safe to say that she wants you badly. Three licks across my clit if I'm right, Kat," Heather declared. Three licks immediately followed. Kat had indeed stopped talking and doubled down on devouring Heather. She wouldn't let anything distract her now. At this point, Heather was Kat's idea of dessert and she had worked up quite the appetite for her. Kat was Heather's bitch now and they both knew it. Donald pushed Kat's hands aside and slid his cock as far inside her wet cunt as he could thrust it. Kat winced for a second from the new sensation of being invaded, but she soon relaxed herself. Heather helped by grinding her pussy harder into Kat's face, giving her little choice but to let go of any remnant of control. Kat put all of her effort into feasting on her friend, while her hips naturally moved in response to the wonderful cock plowing her twat. A few minutes into this incestuous threesome, and Kat knew very well that she'd been suckered. This wasn't possibly bad or unnatural. She felt perfectly at one with something inevitable and beautiful. She was in a state of communion that dwarfed the Eucharist. She felt herself to fuse completely with Donald, her younger brother whom she loved more than she ever told him before. Her pussy and his cock seemed to be one and the same, not a distinction existing between them. Heather's cunt and Kat's mouth did so as well. It was a union of three into a single entity, every one of them belonging to each other. Kat grasped the truth of it. She was in love, not only with her sweet brother, but with Heather as well. Something about the way that the couple controlled and used Kat made her slavishly passionate about them. She was theirs, putty in their hands. Her realization brought an orgasm with it that caused her to tighten up severely on Donald's cock. His load shot out of his cock without any pause or warning to prevent it from happening. She squeezed every possible drip out of his balls and then did her utmost to bring Heather off as well. Kat's efforts were not in vain. Heather found herself grabbing Kat's hair and almost pulling it out as she rode her face to a delicious climax. She drenched her best friend's face with her juices and then stood up rather shakily. Heather then leaned over and cleaned off her juices from Kat's face, after which she spread Kat's legs and licked up Donald's mess. Having another woman between her legs was yet another experience that shook Kat up more than a little. She knew that this was her fate, to be the sex toy of Heather as well as Donald. Kat was at Heather's mercy. She soon watched with fascination while Donald proved just how short his lapse between hard-ons really was by entering Heather yet again. The girl was more than a little hungry for Donald's cock. She showed that she was desperate to feel it inside her by her facial expressions, which screamed her lust to Kat's eyes. Kat came again and again while she saw her brother fuck Heather as hard as he did her. Donald was a true stud indeed. Kat naturally wondered just how many girls her brother bedded regularly. She now knew clearly that Donald wasn't gay, whatever he might be. A gay man wouldn't fuck two women in just hours, one of them twice and the other being his own sister. She got the impression that he was far more highly sexed than she even thought men to be. Perhaps he was the norm, but she doubted that. Donald was almost certainly a freak, but in a fantastic way. Meanwhile, Heather's oral favors had Kat tugging on the bed sheets as well. As a matter of fact, Kat had no concept of just how wonderful it was to have a woman lick her cunt until this moment. It was only an idle thought now and then. Now it was a splendid reality for her and she refused to ever quit. The Church might not understand, but she would do her best to explain herself when she passed on to her reward. Hopefully, that was a long time off and she could revel in Sapphic delights for a lifetime still. When Donald withdrew from Heather, his cock glistened with the juices of both ladies and his own cum dripped from the head. He kissed Heather with enough tongue to indicate the extent of his desire for her. He then pulled Kat up off the bed and made out with her, too. This was his own sister, but despite the old saying, it didn't feel like a tie. It was win-win, one hundred percent. Donald certainly felt like a winner. When Heather planted a French kiss on Kat, too, Donald stepped back and watched with understandable fascination. He saw that Kat was in a state of rapture, her eyes blazing a lust that he never saw there before in his life. It had escaped her subconscious and was now in charge of his sister's body and mind. Their plan had just been moved up several stages, which was just fine and dandy to Donald. "If you girls will excuse me, I have a phone call to make," Donald winked at Heather and Kat. "What's that about, Mistress Heather?" Kat inquired. "Kat, there's a thing that you need to know about your brother and his sex life. He isn't gay, but he is bi. He has a male lover named Kevin, who is very much a part of this picture. You'll get to service him, too, if Donald and I are right in our guesses. Remember the new 'Mr. Right'? That's him, if our plan goes well. The four of us will make quite the partnership, don't you think?" Heather told her protégé. "As you wish,," Kat smiled as she quoted Wesley from the Princess Bride. Under the circumstances and given the meaning of that allusion, Heather was more than willing to forgive Kat for leaving out her title. She knew that Kat had just declared her surrender and love to Donald and herself. That was more than submissive for her liking at the moment. The rest could wait for the next session and there would be plenty more of those in the future that the four of them would share. The Larkins Ch. 03 "Hi, Donald. How are you?" Kevin answered in the back room of his gun shop. "Oh, I'm very well. I had a threesome with Heather and Kat. You know, my sister. Evidently, Heather wants her to marry you, while she weds me. We'd continue our relationship, fuck each others' wife, and also enjoy the benefits of Heather dominating Kat. Yeah, my sister has proven to be much wilder than I believed. Kat knows everything about us by now, most likely. Heather would be sure to tell her. If you're interested, just let me know," Donald proposed. "Interested? Hell, yes! If she's as sexy and kinky as her brother, then it would make for a lot better marriage than the one I just ended. Especially if I know that Heather will help us keep her under control," Kevin grinned, glad that he had enough privacy at the moment to discuss the issue more freely. If he were at the counter, that wouldn't be the case. "In that case, why don't we plan to meet, just the four of us, and work out a deal? My parents are gone for the weekend, so that might be the safest location. We can order a pizza and make a night of it. You know, have a foursome. It wouldn't hurt Kat to see two men together and getting her first interracial sex would be nice, too," Donald offered. "Count me in. I would love to get it on with you in front of others and not have them frown on it. My cock is getting hard at the idea of fucking all three of you. Obviously, there would have to be breaks and turns. Two cocks allow for a lot of possibilities, don't they? I get to go freestyle, too, since you did," Kevin smiled lustfully at that idea. "Come on over, then. I think that we'll all be more than ready for you," Donald suggested with a grin. "I'll be right there. Just text the directions to my cell. I'll bring plenty of lube, too. Something tells me that we'll need it tonight. Damn, this is gonna be great!" Kevin exclaimed as he closed up the shop for the day. He always kept lube in his office for those rare times that he had discreet quickies there. They came in handy now. While Kevin drove to Donald's house, Heather led Kat out of their bedroom into the living room, where Donald just hung up on his boyfriend. The look on Donald's face made it clear to Heather and Kat alike that Kevin had given his blessing to the arrangement. "So, Kevin is fine with this foursome?" Heather asked him anyway. "Definitely. Since he's not gay, just bi, he likes the idea of two women on hand to service us. It would make it a lot easier on both of us, not having to constantly pursue women. Each of us wants to have more than one regular companion in our lives. We've talked about it a lot. He's very cool with marrying Kat, too. "Mom and Dad can't know the full truth, of course. They'll be almost ready to croak at the idea of their little girl marrying a black man as it is, especially one that they don't know at all. Best to let them think that Kat is just loosening up a little, not going all the way," Donald cautioned. "True. Mom and Dad are only but so open-minded. More than I used to be, but now less than I am. I've had a true awakening, I know. I'm grateful to the two of you for helping break free of my old shell. I guess that I really wanted to be much wilder, but it was hard to get past the Catholic guilt thing. "Now I'll just have fun with it. I like the naughtiness of doing all of this nasty stuff with both of you. Adding Kevin will just make it even better. To all outward appearances, we'll be a regular married couple, albeit interracial. I can't wait for the honeymoon," Kat confessed. "Now, that's the sister I always wished you could be! I think that I can guess what your wedding night will be like. Better yet, perhaps we can join you that night," Donald laughed. "I'd be hurt if you two didn't. I have a special relationship with all of you now. Kevin's my fiancé, you're my brother, and Heather's my Mistress. And to think that I used to believe that to be uniquely important to someone else required monogamy. I really don't want to change any of this. I'd love to belong to the three of you in those different ways for the rest of my life," Kat told them, which resulted in kisses from her brother and Mistress each. At about that time, the phone rang. Donald ran to answer it, thinking that it might be Kevin. It was his parents instead. "Donald, don't worry, but we're staying on vacation a bit longer. I hope that you two can hold the fort while we're gone. Are you guys okay?" Mom, the talker of the pair, informed him. "We're fine, Mom. Kat and I will do well. You remember that her friend Heather is staying over, right?" "Yes, I recall that. How is that working out? Are you getting along?" "Definitely. The three of us get along famously. You and Dad just have fun. I love you. Kat sends her love as well," Donald assured his mother. "Glad to know, Donald. We love you, too. Give Kat our love as well. You kids have fun, but be nice to each other," Mom hung up after blowing a kiss to her grown offspring. "Well, that was a tense situation! On the other hand, Mom and Dad aren't coming back on schedule. We can have a lot more fun together, the four of us. I plan to see to it that we get much closer while they're gone, naturally," Donald winked at the girls as he laid down the phone. That was when Kevin knocked on the front door. Donald answered it and kissed him in full view of the women. Kevin slipped him some tongue and closed the door behind them for greater privacy. Once inside, Donald opened Kevin's shirt and unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. He knelt and removed Kevin's shoes as well. The khakis came completely off and Kevin stood in his boxers, his virile physique on full display for the lustful gazes of all three of those watching him. Donald then yanked Kevin's underpants down and stared at his boyfriend's large cock. He kissed the head first and then licked it for good measure, sending chills up Kevin's spine as always. His tongue now moved along the full length of his boyfriend's dick, sliding up to the base and then back to the head. Kevin was soon as hard as any man could be from this oral onslaught. When Donald opened his mouth and engulfed Kevin's cock inside it, Kevin had to fight back the urge to cum much sooner than planned. He wanted to hold back so that he could fuck some ass and pussy, so he resisted, but Donald never promised to make it easy on him. Donald abruptly switched to deep-throating Kevin, overcoming the gag reflex to service his male lover properly. "Donald, I need to cum soon! I'm fighting it, but I can't hold it back much more!" Kevin groaned as he felt his cum move up from his balls. Donald intensified his cock-sucking. Kevin nearly toppled from his release as he spurted his cum into his boyfriend's mouth. Donald stood up and kissed Kevin while his seed lingered, thus sharing his load. Heather and Kat walked over to the couple, Heather's hand fondling Kat's ass while they approached. Heather and Kat locked lips with Kevin in turns, their tongues becoming aggressive with him as they made out. Now that all of them were naked, it wasn't difficult to convince Kevin to kiss their necks and breasts. His mouth and tongue danced along each of their bodies, the climax being his exploration of their pussies. Kevin now honed in on Kat's cunt, licking away with fierce desire at her. He probed the inside of her folds and sucked on her clit, tasting as much of her recently virginal pussy as he could savor with his mouth. Heather and Donald watched with delight and arousal, their hands manipulating themselves as they viewed this encounter between the newly engaged couple. Kat didn't know how to deal with this sensation or control herself. She completely let go and came enthusiastically in Kevin's mouth. Her juices leaked freely between his lips and he happily drank them all. When Kat staggered to her feet, Kevin motioned for Heather to take her place. She soon felt the same oral pleasuring that Donald's boyfriend gave her slave. He plunged his tongue inside Heather, reaming her with it to their mutual gratification. He clearly loved eating her out and she discovered just how great it was to be eaten by him. The final result was naturally that Heather came at last for Kevin. She was even messier than Kat, much to his joy. Kevin licked her clean and applied some lube to his dick to enter one or both women soon. Since Heather was wet and ready, Kevin slid his cock into her to fuck her for the first time. He pinned her to the floor and fucked her ruthlessly, taking her in as rough and aggressive a way as he could imagine. He loved screwing this plump and busty woman in her mid-twenties. "Oh, damn, I'm cumming again! It's fucking awesome!" Kevin announced as he unleashed his seed inside Heather. The four of them certainly needed a break after that little orgy. They were all starving, sluggish, and sore, though they agreed that it was worthwhile. They ordered a pizza and Donald dressed decently enough to answer the door. A simple T shirt and boxers sufficed for that. Heather ran her tongue across her lips in lust as she thought of Donald fucking Kat and her again. The memories of sex with Donald, Kevin, and Kat also made her wet. She planned to have another turn with Donald while Kevin enjoyed Kat. Perhaps some time alone would be nice for the next session, with each couple using different rooms. Yes, that idea had its merits. She would have to mention it to the others. Orgies were fun, but so was the coziness of a one-on-one encounter. It was high time that Donald and she screwed in his bed. Two encounters with him so far had both been outside his bedroom. She wanted to try it out. Such were Heather's thoughts as Donald paid the pizza delivery boy and brought in the pies. Apparently, he pulled a surprise by getting buffalo wings, much to Kevin's delights. "Damn, baby, that's my favorite!" Kevin told him with a kiss. "I know, honey. I know you as much as myself now. These girls are our women, but you're always my man. Always have been, always will be," Donald responded with a kiss of his own. The ladies smiled at each other in voyeuristic pleasure, their glances telling each other that as soon as the supper was done, they would be more than ready for another round. "Baby, I have an idea for our next fun in the sack," Heather told Donald as they drank some soda from the two-liter that came with the food. "Do tell," Donald replied with a wicked grin. From the looks on Kat's and Kevin's face, they already guessed and looked forward to their first time in bed. The Larkins As they relaxed, Donald decided to go ahead and ask her about her real plan. Was it to find out if he was gay or even change his persuasion? He had nagging thoughts that Kat might have cooked this up, not that he would allow them to keep him from enjoying a girl who had just thrown herself at him with evident interest and an ulterior motive. "Damn, you're even smarter than I anticipated, not that it's a bad thing in this situation. Our baby will be a fucking genius, if your genes are anything to go by, dear. Donald, it's a little too late to prevent what just happened, so just enjoy it. What's so bad about being a father anyway? I'll definitely honor our deal, if you still want me. I didn't do it purely to have your baby. I had a lot of fun. Hey, you suspected something, yet you still screwed me. Is it because you figured that it couldn't be too bad?" Heather giggled, as she knew that nothing could stop what had occurred now (well, nothing shy of abortion, which she refused to have). "So, this was about getting me to knock you up? I just thought that it was about proving that I'm not gay to Kat. Either or 'changing' me. Somehow, I doubted that you really believed that kind of nonsense yourself. So, this was your real idea, but for what? Was it to make get married or something? If so, why did you go through it, once you knew that I was happy with Kevin?" Donald seemed a bit hurt. "Uh, Donald, it's my true confession time. No, I don't believe Kat's bullshit that men can be 'cured' of their attachment to other men, any more than I think that of women together. That was part of it too. You were half-right. Kat wants you to settle down with a woman and I think that she also wants me to become less wild, though she has never said so. "However, I've got my own agenda. I want you. I want your cock inside me. I want to have your baby. I want a man as wild as me, as smart as me, as open-minded as me. I know that's you, despite your upbringing. Do you think that it would bother me if you screw other men and women? Do you think that I would be jealous of Kevin? I told you that I'm cool with it. "The only things that weren't true were the omissions. Everything that I did say was true. So, keep your boyfriend and take me as your girlfriend. Make me yours. I'll be the womb donor for you guys. You can both knock me up. I know that you might be a little pissed at me, but look at it from my side. I've got a great guy to be the father of my child. "Kat will be none the wiser, at least until my next phase takes effect. It's kind of crazy, but I think that she needs to learn a lesson and loosen up a bit. Would you like some payback, honey? The main thing is that I like you and I meant what I said. Whatever you choose to do, my panties will be on your bed every day that I'm here, inviting you to fuck me however you wish," Heather announced, after which she planted another hot kiss on Donald to reinforce her statements. "So, this wasn't all a farce. That's a relief. You weren't just using me to help my sister or have a baby. Well, then, tell me all about your little scam. I'm very interested in giving my darling elder sister a taste of her own medicine," Donald grinned, when he got a breath between kisses. "Well, it involves Kevin and a double date. If you don't mind making an exception to your 'no-dating rule', I'll make it worth your while. I'll regain whatever trust I've lost of yours, I promise. It's very shocking and taboo, though," Heather winked at him. "You've yet to mention a problem," Donald remarked with a chuckle. Revenge would be sweet. Did Kat think that she was the only schemer in the family? She could think again. They would take her down a peg or two. Heather would be a great partner for this kind of trap, and Kevin would be just as good. The three of them were unstoppable together.