0 comments/ 78339 views/ 8 favorites Sister-in-Law Ch. 02 By: danlbone I received a lot of positive response to the first chapter of the story. Thank you all. Please remember that voting and feedback help a writer improve. Both only take seconds to do. It will help the site improve. This story could fit into several categories -- lesbian, fetish,group sex. I chose the one that fit the first chapter the best. I was really glad I had worn my sunglasses. The tinted glass of the airport terminal did little to lessen the reflection off the runway and the jumbo jets parked at the jetways up and down the concourse. Dan and I had arrived way too early to meet Jill's plane. I didn't mind since the air conditioning worked well. The only thing I minded was the horrendous prices the little bar charged. Still, there was little else to do. We sat by the window and were sipping our third drink when the PA system announced the arrival of the flight from Phoenix. When the door finally opened at the gate, we were standing outside the security checkpoint. Jill wasn't the last person off, but she was far enough back in the pack that we were beginning to wonder if she had missed her flight. Then she was there. She looked great. Living in the desert agreed with her. Her face and arms were almost a mocha color and her light brown hair shot with lighter streaks. She spotted us and her face broke into a grin. Her teeth were bright white in contrast to her tanned face. She threw her arms around me, then Dan, and we spouted all the usual things when you meet someone you love after a long separation. She hooked each of us with an arm, her carry-on bag hanging from her shoulder, and we headed for the baggage claim. Dan was pretty quiet, but I didn't care. Jill and I had been sisters for 6 years until she divorced my brother, Paul, the year before. Since the split, I had stayed in closer touch with Jill than with my brother, in spite of the fact that he lived in the next town. Jill had moved down to Arizona. We retrieved Jill's bag and Dan wheeled it behind us as we made our way through the crowds to the parking garage. Jill rode in the middle in front and we wound our way out of the garage. Soon we were zipping down the freeway and Jill was still catching us up on things that didn't make their way into emails and the occasional card. My arm was along the seat back. Jill gave off a scent combined of her light makeup and a faint coconut aroma. I didn't know if it was some new scent, or if the sunblock had just soaked into her system. It was pleasant, in any case. I noticed that Jill's hand found its way to Dan's leg. I didn't mind, but I didn't recall any expressions of such a closeness between them before. I mentally shrugged and let it go. I let my hand drop onto her opposite shoulder and hugged her. She leaned into me, and her hand on Dan's leg squeezed at the same time. I glanced at Dan's face. It was amusing to see he was blushing slightly. He had his own sunglasses on, so I couldn't really see his expression. Oh well, she was family after all. She liked to say that she had divorced Paul, not his family. This week was going to be fun. Dan pulled the car into the garage and cut the engine. He got Jill's bag from the trunk and followed us into the house. Jill offered to take custody of her bag, but Dan said he'd put it in her room. I made a bee-line for the bathroom while they trundled down the hall. We have two bathrooms. One off the master bedroom and the second, which was shared by the two smaller bedrooms. The smaller one was closer and I really had to pee. I jerked my jeans and panties down and let loose before I realized that the door to one bedroom was completely open, and the one to the room Jill would use was slightly ajar. Oh, well, it was too late then. It was just my husband and 'sister', both of whom had seen and heard me pee before. What I didn't expect were the sounds I heard after my stream dropped to a trickle. A frown lodged on my brow when I heard low voices -- obviously trying not to be overheard -- and then, Jill's giggle. I sat still and silent wondering what all the whispering was about, the last drops of pee falling from my crotch to the bowl. Again a voice -- Dan's -- then Jill's quiet laugh. Then silence. I realized they had noticed the open door and were probably trying to decide what to do. Then Dan (in a normal voice) said, "So, what's your job like in Phoenix?" I knew then that he was trying to cover. We had known for months "what her job was like", since we got nearly daily emails. My curious bone twitched. My eyes narrowed and I began to reassess my trusted husband and my trusted 'sister'. I vowed to get to the bottom of it, and soon. Then I smiled. I remembered that my birthday was in just a few days. It was part of the reason for the timing of Jill's visit. I heard Jill make some b.s. covering remark and their voices faded, growing louder as they passed the closed hall door, then fading completely as they moved away. I wiped and flushed, sliding my pants up quietly. Jill had not visited us since the last time she and Paul had stayed with us, shortly before their divorce. I washed my face with cool water and tried to control my curiosity. What I wanted to do was to go out and ask what all the whispering was about. I'm terrible about surprises. But I might be wrong. It might not be about my birthday, but about something else entirely. But what? I patted my face dry. Then, in the back of my mind, a light went on. One of Dan's favorite fantasies was to have a threesome. I found the idea of sharing our bed with a third person attractive, but I didn't think I could ever find the courage to actually go through with it. He had started by telling me about his fantasy of having two women at the same time. We had even discussed inviting another man into bed -- "Fair's fair," Dan said. -- and I liked that idea even better. We had even gone as far as trying to decide if we knew women and men that we thought we might be comfortable having sex with. During our fantasy discussions about possible partners, Jill's name had never come up. I knew Dan had always liked her and found her attractive. He had never tried to hide it. One thing that was a part of all the scenarios was full participation. In other words, the partner of the same sex would not balk at interaction with the third person. That was what made it so difficult to come up with a likely candidate. It was extraordinarily easy to imagine Jill in bed with us. Jill, all skinny, with her newly tanned skin next to Dan's extra hairy body, then my pale, pudgy (but, Dan assures me, sexy) self. I found the fit good, maybe too good! Then I frowned. I wasn't sure I wanted to broach the idea. Dan has convinced me that my body looks great to him, but I can look in the mirror. Still, who am I to argue when he calls me "Reubenesque", and "voluptuous"? The way he makes love to me, his pleasure in my body is evident, so I long since stopped worrying about the ten or fifteen extra pounds I wear around my waist and hips. A knock at the closed door brought me out of it. Jill opened the door and stuck her head in. "Everything okay, Mary? We were wondering if you flushed yourself down." I laughed a little and turned away to hang up the towel and to compose myself. By the time I turned back I felt okay. Jill's expression looked worried now, for real. I smiled at her and put my arm around her shoulders as we walked out to the living room. Dan had drinks made for us all and we sipped them and talked. I watched them for clues to their big secret, but they were sitting across the room from each other. There were no stray glances or guilty looks between them. Maybe I had jumped to conclusions. Dan is always telling me I do that. I guess I'm guilty. I tried to repress the memory, of the images of them -- of us all -- naked and writhing on the sheets. I lifted my glass to my lips and found it was empty. Dan's eyebrows rose in surprise when I held it out for a refill. "Whoa! Is this a race?" I rang the ice noisily in the glass and smiled at him. He set his half drink down and went to the kitchen. I turned to Jill. "So, any new men in your life, Honey?" I asked her. First she grimaced. She shook her head. She told me she had been out on a few dates since she and Paul had divorced, but nothing great. "I haven't had sex with anyone but my friend, "Buzz" (her pet name for her vibrator), since Paul." Then her face lit up and she grinned a wicked grin. "I have a sneaking suspicion that is about to change, though. There's this one guy at work, Hal. Well, it's Harold, but everybody calls him Hal. At least that's what the guys at the office call him. The girls call him Harry, mostly in private. You know, as in "Harry the Horse"? They say it's because he's hung like one." She sipped her drink. I laughed and waited for her to go on. "Anyway, that's the report that came from the only one of them who has had the opportunity to...sample the goods, so to speak. She says it's true. Somebody else said this girl has only had, like two boyfriends -- she's only about 21 and pretty naive, so they don't think she really has the experience to decide." She stopped and grinned at me again. "They're eagerly waiting for me to report back." "Um...report back from what? Are you going out with him?" Jill fluffed her short hair back dramatically, then looked at me and batted her eyelashes. "Oh. He has asked me to go as his 'companion' on the...overnight...white water rafting trip the office has set up next month. I figure it will be a great opportunity to see him in his swimming trunks -- and hopefully out of them, too!" She winked at me. "Also, it will be a good time to let him see what I look like in my little white bikini when it's all wet and clinging to my sexy little body." Dan came back from the kitchen then, drinks balanced and clutched precariously. "What about your sexy little body? And who is going to cling to it when it's all wet?" I thought his interest seemed a bit too eager, but I let it go. "Hey," Jill said, "If you're going to eavesdrop, you need to turn up your hearing aid, old man!" Dan's eyebrows raised up as she and I chuckled. I'm the baby of us three, Dan and Jill are the same age, five years older than I am. Dan was quick to point that out. "Listen, Shorty! Remember we graduated from school the same year. If I'm old, Grandma, you are, too. That remark deserves be punished." Jill laughed, but I saw her tan turn a little bit ruddy. I found myself with a new movie running in my head. This one was even hotter than the last one. I like Dan to spank me sometimes as part of our foreplay. I never knew that my brother had the same fetish -- or at least a form of it, since he liked to be the one doing the spanking -- until one time Jill asked me about it. She and Paul had been wrestling one night and he flipped her over his knee and started swatting her. She said it had hurt at first, but the effect on Paul was so dramatic -- extra hard, extra energy! -- she allowed herself to explore that side of herself. It wasn't too long after that she admitted that it had begun to excite her, too. She told me they had made it a fairly regular part of their sexual repertoire. I've often wondered what it said about our parents that we both developed that fetish. Anyway, the picture that popped into my mind when Dan made his threat was of Jill's skinny little ass upended over his lap (both of them naked, of course), his rampant cock trapped between them, while I watched the whole thing. I felt my panties getting damp at the thought. I closed my eyes and dwelled on the scene as I sipped my cold drink. I only half heard the continued banter between Jill and Dan, until I heard Dan saying, "Earth to Mary! Hellooo! Is anybody in there?" I popped my eyes open and it was my turn to blush. For some reason I found myself imagining that they -- or at least Dan -- could tell what I'd been thinking. He was grinning at me. "I thought we'd lost you, there, Sweetie! Are the drinks strong enough?" I looked at my glass. I had thought I'd been sipping when I apparently had been gulping. It was nearly empty again. I set it down on the coffee table as if it had bitten me -- which, in a way, it had. I tried to blame my lascivious turn of thought on the booze, but inside I knew it was just my horny imagination. "Ahem!" I cleared my throat, making the noise sound the way I've seen it written in books. "I think I'd better start dinner." I rose to my feet, more to demonstrate to all concerned that I wasn't drunk, than for any other reason. "Why don't we go out to Mario's? We haven't been there for a while." Dan's suggestion was a relief. I hadn't been looking forward to kitchen duty that night. We agreed we'd go soak up some pasta and Italian atmosphere. I collapsed back on the couch. Jill went to the bathroom and Dan came and took the seat she had vacated next to me. He leaned in and we kissed. I guess I put some extra passion behind it because when we broke -- quite a few seconds later -- he sat back, eyes wide and said, "Whew! What got you so hot?" Then I saw the light behind his eyes. "Were you thinking about me "punishing" Jill?" When I couldn't meet his eye, he chuckled. "That's it, isn't it?" He raised my head, his fingertips under my chin. "What a naughty, naughty girl you are, Mary! Maybe you are the one who needs the spanking." His voice had that quiet but husky quality that tells me he is getting aroused. "Just imagine it, though: Jill's tanned behind, naked and stretched out over my knee. I bet she sunbathes in the nude down there in Arizona. No tan lines, just those little half moons of her butt cheeks rising up from her thighs. I would hold her down with one hand and...wait! YOU can hold her down for me! Yeah, and then I'd begin to swat her: SMACK! SMACK!" He went on describing her spanking, with me as his lewd assistant. As he spoke, his hand was slipping under my shirt to play with my aroused nipples. I closed my eyes, leaned back, and pictured his fantasy as he went on telling me about it. He had just reached the point where he paused in his spanking and ran a finger down between her thighs to test her arousal. I let my eyes open halfway to look at him. We both noticed the motion at the same time. Jill had come back and was standing there listening to his scenario. Her mouth was hanging open, but I couldn't tell if she was shocked or surprised...or excited. I also couldn't tell just what had caused her reaction the most -- the scene Dan was sketching, or the fact that he had freed my left tit from my bra, baring it to pinch and twist the nipple. We reacted like two teenagers caught in the back seat. By the time we'd jumped apart and I had pulled my clothes back into some sort of order, she was all but falling down laughing, holding her sides and shrieking. Between gasps for air, she howled out, "Oh my God!... I'm so glad...I just peed! If I hadn't, I'd be wetting my panties now! You two are the guiltiest looking married couple I've ever seen!" Dan and I, not being the kind of people who miss the humor in even the most bizarre situations, soon joined in the merriment. Even though we were the butt of this joke. Our laughter seemed to take forever to abate. For myself, I was glad of that. I was afraid we would have to really look with a (semi-) sober eye at what Dan had been saying. And at the fact that it had gotten us -- particularly me -- so goddamn excited. I covered my embarrassment by pleading my need to pee again and beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom. As I closed the door, I leaned against the vanity and caught my breath. My composure began to return. But not totally. There was a sense that I had taken a step I wasn't sure I was ready for, or that I even wanted to take. Again, I splashed cool water on my face. Then I looked into my own eyes to see if I was the same woman I had been just a couple of hours before. I watched my reflection. That head slowly moved back and forth in a negative motion. The face that looked back at me had been suddenly unmasked. Our (intentional?) slip, being caught by Jill in the middle of fantasizing about adding her to our sex life, had released me from myself. I could look at my private side of the picture Dan had been painting. I had been imagining that, while I held Jill down, her face was buried between my thighs, her tongue licking and her lips sucking at my pussy. My eyes blurred. My reflection disappeared. I felt myself go lightheaded and I thought for an instant I was going to faint. My hands gripped the edge of the vanity, the knuckles white from the power of the image in my mind. I lowered my head to the cool surface of the counter. My mind cleared. I stood back up and looked at myself in the mirror again. Another thought popped into my head: I couldn't believe Dan could have constructed that fantasy on the spot. It must be something he'd been thinking about before. Suddenly, I knew what I wanted for my birthday. I admitted to myself that I had wanted it for a long time. That it would be Jill that would be the one to help Dan give it to me was perfect. I somehow felt certain that she would agree to the idea. I loved Jill as a person, and I knew she loved me. Not like a sister, because, then, what I was contemplating would be incest. I took a deep breath and let it out. More cool water, then the towel again. I opened the door and stepped out into my new life. ******************* Mario's wasn't too crowded. We asked for a table in the corner. Dan and I go there about once every couple of months. The waiter recognized us, gave Jill a thorough, Italian-American (same as Italian, but sans the butt pinch!) once over and grinned in approval. He served the warm loaf of rustic bread with saucers of olive oil dusted with cracked black pepper, then asked if we wanted our usual wine. I saw Jill's eyebrows rise at that. I grinned at her. Dan said that would be fine and the man scurried away. "So, when did you two get to be such VIP's?" Jill asked. I snorted. "Oh, don't misunderstand, he just remembers us because Dan tried to stiff him on our check the last time we were here." I explained that Dan had gotten outside the better part of the two bottles of wine we'd ordered that night. "He wasn't falling down, just very, very 'relaxed'. So we dawdled a little while over our coffee after the check arrived. When we got up, we just walked out. It wasn't until we had reached the car that Dan remembered he hadn't paid." Dan rushed back in before they could sic the cops on us for "defrauding an innkeeper" (that's what the District Attorney calls the old 'eat and run' prank we used to play as impoverished college students -- but that was long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away). "When he came back, he told me that he was so embarrassed he tipped the guy nearly fifty percent! That's why he's pushing the wine so hard. He's probably hoping Dan will get sloshed again and forget." We all laughed about the story. Of course, Jill and I laughed harder than Dan did. "I think he might be interested in something other than a fifty percent tip tonight, though. Did you see the way he looked at you, Jill?" Dan asked. I almost thought I detected a hint of possessiveness in his tone. "I'm sure she's used to getting the fish eye all the time," I said before Jill could answer. "Just look at her!" Turning to Jill, I began to tell her how good she was looking. I played with her short hair and slid my hand over her bare shoulder (she had worn a casual summer dress, cut fairly low, with narrow straps) I mentioned the beautiful tan. I had noticed there were no visible tan lines, just like in Dan's fantasy. I asked her, "So, tell us, do you lay out in the nude in Arizona?" I knew Dan was dying to find out. So was I! "Well, I have sometimes. My balcony is private enough at certain times of the day. Then, there's this girl at the office that belongs to a nudist resort. She took me as her guest a few times. I have to admit, it was a really eye opening experience." Sister-in-Law Ch. 02 I snickered and said, "I'll just bet it was!" I got a sudden picture in my mind of men walking around with perpetual erections. She was quick to dissuade me from the stereotypical response to nudity by the general public (i.e. me!). "No, it isn't orgies and open-air screwing! It's really a serious lifestyle. No sex in public, no overt sexual displays." She explained that was the term nudists apply to non-nude areas and beaches. "Oh, I guess sometimes you might see a hard cock, but they're ignored and usually covered up until they go down." Then she laughed. "Except the really little boys! It's so cute to see a kid under six or so running around with a stiffie! Sometimes I wonder if they'll ever father children the way they bang them around." She turned to Dan and put her hand on his arm, asking, "When do boys start getting erections, Dan? How old were you when you got your first one? Do you remember?" Dan frowned, looking uncomfortable. Just then Luigi, or Pasquale (or whatever our waiter's name was) reached the table with the wine. We waited until Dan had played out the tasting scene and pronounced the Merlot acceptable. When Luigi ( I asked him) went away again, Dan tried to change the subject. "So, Mary, what do you want for your birthday?" "Well, I have some ideas, but I don't want to talk about them now. Let's finish this subject now." I'd never thought about it before. I wanted to hear his answer. He looked disgruntled, but shrugged. Jill repeated her question. "I don't really remember, honestly." He said he recalled being pretty young. "My dick was about the size of my index finger," he said. Jill and I got a kick out of that. Then she said something obvious, but which I kind of wondered about at the time. "I'll bet you're glad it's so much bigger now!" Then she blushed and coughed. She claimed she'd inhaled a piece of bread. Her remark would come back to me later. "Well, Duh!" He looked at me. "I know somebody who's glad!" Dan said, laughing. "Anyway, I do remember thinking it was something I was supposed to keep to myself, though I don't know if that was something my mom told me if she saw it sticking up or not." Jill turned to me, then. "When did you have your first orgasm, Mary?" she was inordinately curious that night, I thought. And everything seemed to be about sex. Maybe it was just that she was so horny. Or maybe it was the generally charged air left behind by our little scene at home. I told her about humping my pillow at night when I was in junior high. I really thought I remembered telling her once before, but maybe I forgot. "When did you have your first one, Jill?" Dan asked her. Kind of bold, I thought, but considering what I had in mind, I figured, I'd let it all hang out. She said it had been on her third 'official' date. She was fourteen. She and the boy --"Stanley Harrison, I'll never forget his name!" -- had walked to the movies and taken a short cut through the woods when they walked back to her house. A stop in the woods earned the boy a hand full of 'barely there' tit, and then of 'barely haired' pussy. He kissed her sloppily as his fingers ground against her little clit. Then she felt herself overwhelmed with a feeling she had never felt before! "I thought I was going to die and go to Hell for sinning! I pulled his hand out of my cotton panties and took off! When I found out later what had actually happened, I was so embarrassed! I could never look him in the eye again. Poor guy! He must have thought he had damaged me or something." "Tell her about yours, Dan," I coaxed. Dan blushed. He had blushed when he told me the story. I thought it was a pretty cute story, but he didn't want to tell it. Then Jill slid her chair over close to his and put her arm around him. They looked good that way and I smiled at my husband. He smiled back, but he was still uncomfortable. He shrugged. "It's no big deal, really. Like you," he told Jill, putting his arm around her, too, "I thought I had broken something. In my case, since it was accompanied by this puddle of milky goo, I really thought I was in trouble." "Come on, Honey! Tell her how you did it," I urged him. He rolled his eyes. But he told her. "We had a little shed out back that my brother had set up as a studio when he came home from college that summer. I was eleven years old..." "Wow!" exclaimed Jill, "Pretty precocious!" She jumped when Dan poked her in the ribs. At least I chose to assume it was her ribs he poked. "Anyway, I went out there when he was home and practiced sketching while he painted. He even had my dad's old Navy hammock strung up so he could sleep out there sometimes. He thought he was a real...well, back then, they were called 'Beatniks', precursors of the 'Fringies', and then the Hippies. Anyway, one afternoon when everybody was at work, except my sister (who was off somewhere with her boyfriend. Probably screwing his socks off ), I went out there to draw. So I was home alone. It was really hot, so I had only put on a pair of shorts that morning. No shirt, shoes, or even underwear..." "Sort of the way he goes around the house now," I interjected. "Only now, he doesn't often bother with the shorts." Dan flipped me off, casually. "If you want me to finish this before our dinner comes, just shut up, okay?" I made a lip-zipping motion. "So there I was in this stuffy little shed. It smelled like hot wood, paint, turpentine and the canvas of the hammock. Oh, yeah, and blackberries! There was a big blackberry bush just behind the shed. God! I haven't thought about that for a long time! "So I spent some time drawing, then began to poke around in Dick's stuff. I found some Playboy magazines. I pushed the sketch book aside to begin poring over the naked women inside. My dick, which by then was somewhat larger than my finger (but not much), got stiff. I played with it a while, then had this great idea!" All the time Dan was telling his story, I watched. I didn't know about Jill, but my panties were definitely getting more moist, imagining Little Danny with his little brand new hard on and budding sexuality. Jill's arm was still around Dan's shoulder and her fingers were kind of playing with his ear lobe. Her other hand was out of sight under the table. "So, with my mind full of the spray-brushed bodies of playmates, I took my shorts off and climbed onto the hammock, face down. The canvas was coarse, but pretty soft. I raised myself up and moved my legs over the edge of the hammock. When I lay back down on it, I pushed my dick and balls between the compressed sides. I humped against that hammock and felt my excitement build rapidly. It was light years beyond the pleasure I got from just playing with it by hand! Then my orgasm hit me. I felt like something was pulling my intestines out of me through my penis. I felt like I was suffocating and had a hard time getting my breath. The throbbing in my cock was tremendous! And tremendously scary! I jumped off the hammock and saw my come oozing out of me. I knew for sure I had broken some vessel or other and grabbed my cock. That renewed my orgasm and it throbbed some more. I let go and just stood there shaking. When everything finally stopped, I was relieved to see that there was no blood anywhere. But when I pulled the sides of the hammock apart, I was horrified to see my first puddle of come laying there on the canvas. I grabbed a rag and scrubbed it away as best as I could. I stashed the magazines back under the stuff where I'd found them and got into my shorts. I went back into the house and took a shower, wondering just what the fuck I'd done." Jill leaned back in her chair. "Whew! That was pretty hot, even if it was about an eleven year old boy! You should write stories, Dan." Luigi brought our dinners. Our conversation flagged as we set to working our way through them. We also worked our way through the wine, plus another bottle. This time, though, Dan remembered to pay before we left. We walked arm in arm to the car, feeling really good. At home, I wanted to let Dan know what I wanted. I'd had enough wine to loosen me up again after sobering up from the afternoon drinks. Also all the sex talk had me humming. Before I said anything, though, Jill said she wanted to shower. "Gotta wash that airplane off me, you know?" She went down the hall and Dan and I sat on the couch. He kissed my neck. I slid my hand over the bulge in his pants and felt it begin to rise. "You looked pretty comfortable with Jill's arm over your shoulder. Did you like that?" I asked him. I didn't want to ask where her other hand was. "Sure. What man wouldn't want an attractive woman hanging on him like that?" His words were light, but my question was kind of out of character for me. I knew I had set off some alarm in his mind. "I also saw her squeezing your leg on the way from the airport. Did that get you excited?" Now he frowned at me. "What is this? Twenty questions? No, it didn't "get me excited"." I heard him put the quotes around the phrase. "No, just wondering. You asked what I wanted for my birthday..." His expression didn't change. But it was control that made it that way. My hand was still on his cock. I felt it twitch. "So," he started to ask, but his throat closed up and he had to cough. "So, what do you want?" "Well, Jill said she hadn't been laid since she the divorce," His eyes widened as he counted the months. "I was thinking about your little fantasy this afternoon. I'd be willing to bet Jill's in the shower right now masturbating about you spanking her." Dan's not stupid, just suspicious. He didn't jump in right away. "You want me to spank her for your birthday?" He was pretending to be dense. I rose half off the couch and swung my leg across him so I was sitting in his lap, facing him. I kissed him hard. When I pulled back I looked him straight in the eye and put it as simply as I could. "I want you to spank her. I want to hold her down like you said today. I want to watch you put your fingers inside her and taste her the way you do me." I kissed him again before he could say anything. I brought my lips close to his ear and went on in a whisper. "Maybe while you spank her ass I can get her to eat my pussy. Then I want to watch you fuck her brains out." I stopped. For a second I thought he might have a stroke. His eyes were huge. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him while he pushed up against my crotch. He kissed me, filling my mouth with his tongue. His hands moved around to my ass and squeezed me hard. Then he sat back. Finally he said, "Did you talk to her about this?" "Not yet. But I really don't think she'll take much convincing. She's as horny as she can be. Besides, there's always been some electricity between you two." He looked at me with a strange expression then. He hugged me so tight I thought I was going to be crushed. "Do you mean this? Are you sure?" I kept telling him I was serious until I convinced him. "Well, if she is up for it, I'll be glad to...um, give you this present." His sarcasm was not wasted. It also earned him a poke in the belly. Jill came out of the hallway. She had slipped into a short night shirt. It hit her a few inches above the knee. She looked pretty sexy with her wet hair all spiky. I half turned and held out my arm to her. She smiled and crossed to me, coming inside my half embrace. I pulled her so she had to put a knee beside Dan's leg for balance. When her head was next to mine, I hugged her to me. "I have a proposition for you, Honey," I told her. Her eyebrows went up. "Remember Dan asked what I wanted for my birthday?" I found it getting easier the more I talked about it. Jill said she remembered. "Well, I want to give you to him for my gift!" She stood there for a few seconds as my words sank in. She blinked and looked at the broad grin on Dan's face. She looked back at me. "You mean...?" I nodded. "Really? You mean you want me and Dan to...?" I kept nodding and grinning at her. She looked at Dan again. I slid off him and took her shoulders. I urged her to turn and take the seat I had opened for her. Her nightshirt rode up as she straddled Dan. I thought he might be able to see her cunt if he looked down, but he controlled himself. I kneaded her shoulders. "We've talked about sharing our bed with somebody else for a long time. So far it's never happened. But I love you, Jill. I know it's been a long time since you got laid." As I continued to tell her how much I wanted this -- not just for me, but for all of us -- I pressed my breasts against her back and moved my hands down her arms. "There's something you could give me, too, Sis," I told her. Then I slid my hands under her arms to cup her breasts. Her next breath was a gasp. She let her head fall back against me. She didn't move my hands, so I started to rub her tits, feeling her nipples harden. She put her hands over mine and pressed them hard to her. Looking down, I watched my husband slide his hands under her nightshirt and she tilted her hips to welcome them. I only had to turn my head slightly to find her lips with mine. My first erotic kiss with a woman was incredibly exciting. Dan told me later it was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed (at least until later that night!), watching our glistening tongues slipping into one another's mouth and wrestling around lips and teeth. Jill put her hands down and back to grip my thighs. The next time I looked down, I saw that Dan had worked Jill's nightshirt up to completely expose her from the waist down. His fingers were stirring around inside her. I looked up at him. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them individually as he stared directly at me. I closed my eyes and opened them again. I backed up, supporting Jill so she didn't fall. She rose from Dan's lap. Free of Jill's tender trap, Dan rose as well. We walked without speaking down the hall to our room. The lights were off in there. I went straight to the bathroom and pulled the door almost closed, leaving it open just a few inches. Then I turned on the light in there. It was the way Dan and I made love sometimes, at least when we didn't use candles. I didn't want to take the time for candles right then. I turned back toward the bed in time to see Dan push his pants and underwear off. Jill was kneeling naked on the bed already. Dan was looking at her hungrily. I ripped off my own clothes and joined them on the bed. We spent a lot of time, it seemed, caressing and feeling each other's body. There was none of the awkwardness that happens the first time for most people. Jill was as enthusiastic about touching and kissing me as I was about her. Dan was not excluded, either. It was mostly like a dance in which we all had equal parts. When Dan ran his lips across Jill's ribs, she flinched and giggled. He had tickled her. He did it again. I knew he was raising the energy level so that he could work his way up to spanking her. I was so excited by then my juices were almost running out of me. Jill started to struggle against Dan's tickling. He pressed on, beginning to work her position around. She probably caught on about then. She started struggling in earnest, making it a contest. Dan, of course, prevailed. But it was only after I had to move back to keep from being drawn into the fray. Once he had her across his lap, though, I moved back in, helping him. Jill squealed when she realized she was being double-teamed. I held her down with my hands on her shoulders. It conveniently placed my crotch close to her. My legs were spread, one on either side of her head. Dan started to swat her. She raised her head after the third swat. She gasped when she realized she was looking right up my cunt. I moved under her then. When she laid her head back down, her mouth was inches from my steamy cunt. She eagerly scooted forward and kissed my thighs and mound. My heart was pounding. The air was so charged with erotic energy! Dan's big cock was trapped between Jill's hip and his own belly. When I felt Jill's tongue snake out and taste me for the first time -- the first time for either of us for same sex activity -- I almost came on the spot. I sat back and straightened my legs. There was no need for my hands on her shoulders then. She wasn't even thinking about escaping. I leaned back and watched her head bob as she licked and sucked my pussy. The cracking of Dan's palm against her ass was loud. It provided a cadence to our lovemaking. Each time his hand fell, it drove her against me. I started groaning. My insides turned to jelly and my climax roared over me. I lifted my legs and Jill grasped them, lifting them higher. She kept licking and biting my swollen flesh and the orgasm just kept on rolling. Maybe it was one long one, or else it was one right after the other. I didn't realize it then, but Dan had stopped spanking and had shoved his cock into Jill. When the rhythms changed, I opened my eyes and saw him pounding himself into her, his hips slapping her ass now. I was so turned on by what we were doing that I reached down between my thighs and pulled my pussy open as wide as I could so Jill's tongue could reach as far inside me as possible. I know I was yelling, but I have no idea whether what I yelled were words or just joyful noises. God! I was so horny! I put my hand on Jill's head and pressed her hard against me. Then I tipped my hips up just a bit. It moved my cunt up and placed her mouth against my asshole. She never hesitated. She drove right into my tight hole. Her tongue felt like a little worm, just wiggling and poking up into me. She had to stop licking me because Dan's cock was pushing her into her own orgasm. It was just as well, because I was having trouble catching my breath. She lifted up and gripped my hips and whimpered through her pleasure. I watched my husband's face, contorted with the pleasure he was finding as he rode Jill's ass. His eyes fell on mine and I could see the raw lust. We have great sex, but it had been a long time since I'd seen him that hot. The sweat was running down his forehead and into his eyes. Jill was winding down, but Dan was still pounding her. I moved out from under Jill and went behind Dan. The muscles of his ass were flexing and releasing with his thrusts. I slid under him. The sight of his slick cock plunging into Jill's juicy snatch is something I'll never forget. I reached my tongue out and started licking at them both. I got a thrill just knowing I was licking a woman. It was compounded by the knowledge that it was Jill and that it was Dan's cock that was sliding into her. Jill slid forward then, causing Dan to slide all the way out. I grabbed his prick and stuck it down my throat. The taste was so sweet! I sucked him and slipped a finger between his ass cheeks, prodding his tight hole. The combination drove him into his climax. The first strong throbs filled my mouth with his come. His sphincter clutched madly at my finger. Then Jill's face was next to me. Circling the base of Dan's cock with my thumb and forefinger, I took it out of my mouth and Jill lunged to take over. She got the reward of the last of his emission. His motions slowed as the wave of pleasure subsided. I slipped my finger out of his ass. Jill's head was against mine. Dan dismounted my chest and lay down behind Jill, spooning up against her. I moved around and pressed my breasts and hips against hers. For those few minutes I felt like we were a single creature, united in love and lust. "Mary?" Jill's voice broke into my reverie. "I hate to disturb this, but I have to pee." We moved apart and she groaned as she rose from between Dan and me. When she was gone, Dan pulled me to him and enfolded me in his arms. When we kissed we shared the salty tastes of our three bodies. When Jill returned, I took my turn in the bathroom. Dan went when I got back. While he was gone, Jill and I folded down the covers and slipped under the sheet. Dan crawled in next to us and we fell asleep in each other's arms. Sister-in-Law Ch. 02 ****************** The next morning I awoke alone. I heard Dan's voice somewhere, so I got up and used the toilet again, then walked out to the kitchen. Dan and Jill were sitting at the kitchen table, coffee cups steaming in front of them. Their conversation broke off as I entered. Smiles and kisses all around then I got my own cup. "So what's up today?" I asked. They looked at each other. 'Uh-oh!' I thought. I interrupted something. Something told me it had something to do with their almost overheard conversation from the day before. I looked from Dan to Jill, then back. I knew that look on his face, and I immediately went on alert. "What?" I asked. Then louder, "What, Dan? What's going on?" He cleared his throat. At first he was having trouble meeting my eyes. He started talking. "Okay. First, I have to ask you to hear the whole story before you react." He glanced at me, but I gave no response. "Well, Jill and I have talked about this. There's something we have to tell you, especially after last night." "Will you quit stalling and just fucking tell me?" I was scared, so I flashed out in anger. He looked at Jill, but she was staring into her cup. "All right. Last year when Paul and Jill were here?" I nodded. Suddenly I knew what was coming. My belly dropped and my heart suddenly ached. My knuckles were probably the same white as the cup they were squeezing. "Well, the morning that you and Paul went to the craft fair, Jill and I had sex." He released the rest of his breath in a loud gust. Now he watched my eyes. It was my turn to stare into my cup. "I have wanted to tell you so many times since it happened. I feel so guilty. But Jill wanted to be here when you learned about it." He fell silent again, but Jill took over. "I have to admit, Honey," she said to me, "it was me who seduced Dan. I know it doesn't excuse him, but it would never have happened if I hadn't initiated it." She went on to explain. She reminded me of the way things were between Paul and her back then. She told me how she found Dan standing naked in the kitchen that morning and couldn't keep her hands off him. At one point she reached for my hand, but I jerked it back. I didn't know what I would do when they had finished talking, but I knew I didn't want either of them touching me right then. As she described in detail the events that led to them fucking on the living room carpet, I saw everything clearly in my mind. It was almost as if I had been there, or if I was watching a tape. I had always wondered what it would feel like to be in this position. If it hadn't been for what we had shared the previous night, I don't know if my eventual reaction would have been the same. The initial feeling of betrayal led me to allow the images in my mind become even more vivid than my memories of the passion the night before. Knowing how they both looked in the throes of pleasure made it technicolor, rather than black and white. My eyes closed and the images got brighter. She told me how she had ground her cunt on his knee while he spanked her to orgasm -- the first for her in several months. That was how bad things had been for her with my brother. I felt tears well up behind my closed eyelids. They couldn't know that the tears weren't for me, but for Jill. I felt such empathy for her -- an extension of what I felt back then -- that the betrayal and anger I should have been feeling became understanding. God damn it! I wanted to scream at them for lying and cheating on me! But I couldn't. I understood. I empathized. To tell the truth, when it happened, things between Dan and I hadn't been going all that smooth, either. It occurred to me then that it was just after Paul and Jill left that we got back on track in our own relationship. My eyes popped open and I looked at them. I must have scared them because neither one said anything for a minute. They both had wary expressions on their face. It was a revelation to me. At the same time, the looks they wore were comical. I remained silent, as Dan had asked me to. The jumble of feelings convulsed inside me, but I felt the anger slipping away. What they had done was intrinsically despicable. A violation of trust times three. They had both betrayed my trust, but Jill had betrayed Paul's too. Though that was a moot point, since Paul was currently fucking his secretary. Still, I said intrinsically. Other than that what harm had come of it? Their infidelity had given Jill the strength to dump Paul and get on with her life feeling whole again. It had also helped Dan and me. I tried to turn the situation around. What if it had been me who had been tempted? Would I have given in? Lord knows, I've been tempted a lot of times, and even propositioned on occasion. I've always stayed faithful. But it was never the identical situation. I knew from watching, as well as from him telling me that Dan has backed away from temptation many times in the past. Suddenly I wondered, 'Has he always? Has he ever fallen before? Or since?' I looked at him. I had to ask him. "Was this the only time you've ever fucked around on me, Dan?" "I swear it, Honey! Never before or since have I even considered it. You and I always tell each other when other people come on to us. I've never lied about that, nor has it happened that I failed to tell you. Jill was the only time that I...was unfaithful to you." I knew he couldn't bring himself to categorize what the two of them had done as "fucking around". In the years since Jill had married Paul and before their divorce, I had watched Dan and Jill become close. It was a familial bond of love and respect. The night before popped back into focus for me again. We all were sitting there stark naked in the morning sunshine. I had to react. I had to let them know something of how I felt. I loved them both. This didn't change it. That was, for me, the bottom line. Still, there was a devil in me that wanted Dan to suffer a little bit more. I stood up and said simply, "Jill, come with me, please." I left the room and went back to the bedroom. When she timidly poked her head around the door frame, I told her, "Come in and close the door." She did. I was sitting on the bed. I motioned for her to join me. We sat there cross-legged and I tried to tell her how I felt about it all. We both cried a little. I handed her a tissue and we both honked our noses clear. We laughed at the blatting symphony. "A couple of ladies, eh?" I said. I looked at her and took a deep breath. Then I rose to my knees and moved toward her. I took her in my arms and we fell down on the bed in an embrace. I felt an erotic hunger I'd never felt before. I'd felt as strong a need, but never the type this was. It was like tasting two different flavors of the same food -- ice cream, or meat, or, well you get the idea. I kissed her on the cheek. Then I kissed her on the lips. Then we kissed each other as lovers. Our hands roamed over the other's body, caressing, scratching, pinching. We ground our hips and breasts together. Our legs parted and we found a way to put our vaginas together, humping against each other. Groans and moans erupted quietly from our throats. She suddenly turned around and pulled my legs apart. She plunged her face into my crotch and sucked me hard, her mouth covering my entire vulva. My hands clutched at her buttocks and I inhaled the scent of her center. She rubbed my asshole with her finger and licked me, sucked me, bit me. I heard my own voice rising in a kind of whimpering song. I was going to come hard. It built and built, seeming to come on quickly, but I was impatient for it at the same time. My hips convulsed against her face. I had a flash that I might have hurt her, but then it was gone. I didn't care. She ate me through the orgasm, her fingers stirring against the sweet spot at the front of my cunt. When it was over, I turned onto my back. I pulled at her legs. She got the idea and mounted my head. I dove into her with all the gusto she had done to me. I had never put my mouth on another woman until the previous night. But I am a woman, so I just did what I always wished all the men I'd ever been with would do. She reacted the same way I had to her lovemaking. Finally she was as drained as I was. We were covered with sweat as we lay there in each other's arms. I tried to imagine what Dan was thinking out there. I giggled into the crook of her neck. "Do you think he sneaked down the hall to eavesdrop?" I guess Jill had been thinking about him, too. She laughed. "Maybe he's standing out there with his ear to the door. If he heard us, he's probably got his cock in his hand." We laughed some more. Then I had an idea. "Jill, I don't want to talk about what you and Dan did any more. There's no need. I understand why you did it. I even understand why he did it. You are one sexy little bitch!" I emphasized my comment with a firm pinch on her ass. She jumped, but her smile stayed in place. "But I want to play a little bit with him. Will you help me?" She said she would. I explained what I wanted to do. As I went to the closet to get what I needed, I remembered it was my birthday. I spun around and blurted it to her. "Happy birthday, Mary," Jill said. Then the irony of what we were going to do hit us and we laughed again. "Dan, come here!" I made my voice as stern as I could. If he'd been eavesdropping, he had made a successful escape before I opened the door. I stood in the door and watched him come around the corner from the kitchen. His expression was worried. I moved aside as he entered. He looked at Jill for a clue, but she kept her eyes averted. I knew she didn't trust herself not to give it away if she looked at him. "Get on the bed, face down." He did. By then I knew he must have figured out some scam was going on, so we worked fast. Jill on one side of the bed, and me on the other, looped the ropes around his wrists before he could get away. He tried to keep his legs free, but we could double team him, doing one leg at a time. Finally we had him where I wanted him. Jill stood on the bed straddling his hips. She lifted him up so I could slide some pillows under him. "Okay, girls, that's enough. You've had your little joke. Now let me go." His voice wasn't quite as calm and controlled as he was trying to make it. Dan didn't like being spanked, just spanking me (I amended that thought to include, 'and Jill, of course'.). I pulled the paddle out from under the bed. Dan couldn't see it. Jill had popped her eyes when she saw it. Paul had only ever used his hand on her butt. Sometimes a spatula. I got on my knees next to Dan and began lecturing him on the dangers of marital infidelity. His bravado was shaken by my choice of subject matter. He was still feeling cowed by the guilt he'd been carrying for almost a year. And rightfully so, I thought. My hand fell smartly onto his butt. He yelped and jerked against his bonds. I gave him another swat. "Jill, honey? Would you like to help me with this little job?" She grinned and crawled onto the bed on the opposite side. She gave him an experimental stroke. "Oh, Honey! That's much too soft!" I admonished her. "Do it like this." I swatted him so hard it made my hand hurt. He yelped louder this time. "This is only the beginning, Dan." (to be continued...)