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The Favour

By: darquestar



"So what do you think?"

I wasn't really sure what to think. We'd just finished eating and my buddy Pete and I were standing at the kitchen counter fixing drinks. His wife, Sharon, and her friend Lisa had moved downstairs to the rec room in the basement, and Peter had just sprung the proposal on me.

It was quite the proposal, too. What it came down to was this: Pete had told his wife some time ago that given the chance, he'd like to fuck Lisa. Sharon, rather than be offended by the idea, turned it around on him: if he wanted to fuck Lisa, that was fine with her, on condition that, given the chance, she'd like to fuck me. Sharon then brought up the idea with Lisa, who was up for it, and the three of them planned this dinner party and invited me over.

"Well? Jake?"

What did I think? What could I? "Uh, yeah, sure, man."

Pete grinned and pushed a rum and Coke in my hand. "Right on, man. Let's go."

We walked into the living room. The girls were sitting together on the couch, flipping through a photo album from Pete and Sharon's last vacation. Pete walked up to the couch, set his drink on the coffee table, and sat next to Lisa. He took her face in his hand and kissed her. Lisa looked surprised at first but then warmed up to the kiss and turned her body towards Pete.

Sharon looked at them for a couple of seconds, looking surprised too, but then she turned and looked at me, her face breaking into a sly grin. 

"So does this mean your answer was yes?" she said.

"What do you think?" I said, squeezing onto the couch next to her. I leaned over and kissed her. Sharon's soft lips parted and her tongue darted out. We kissed for a few minutes, Sharon softly moaning into my mouth as I started rubbing my hand over her right breast, stroking the nipple through her shirt and bra, feeling it harden under my thumb as I pulled my mouth from hers and sucked on her earlobe. With one hand I undid a few buttons on her blouse then slipped my hand inside, feeling the warmth of her breast through the lacy black bra she was wearing. The bra's clasp was in front, and came open easily, as I slid my hand underneath the fabric and cupped her flesh. At the same time, Sharon's hand had moved down from rubbing my chest and was now rubbing my hard cock through my jeans.

On the other end of the couch, Pete had his face buried in Lisa's tits as she used both hands to drag his pants and underwear down over his ass, then grabbing his cock and starting to stroke it.

"You two don't waste any time," Sharon said. Lisa winked at her, then whispered something to Pete, who grinned from ear to ear. They both got up and headed for the bedroom

"See you kids later," Pete said as they walked by the couch, Lisa pulling him by the cock.

Sharon pulled off her blouse and bra, her big tits swinging free. "More room for us here, then," she whispered hoarsely as she pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed me back onto the couch. She took off my sneakers and socks then pulled my belt open and yanked the zipper down on my jeans. I lifted my ass off the couch as she pulled them down my legs, leaving me lying there naked. She threw the pants into the middle of the room then turned and, grinning lustfully up at me, grabbed my cock in her hand, giving it a couple of jerks.

"I suppose I could have done that a bit more seductively," she said, lowering her head, "but really, why bother?" Leaning down, she stuck out her tongue and licked around the head of my hard cock before taking it into her mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned, "it looks like all the seduction's been taken care of already anyway."

I wasn't about to argue as she slowly worked her mouth down over my cock, taking more and more of it in, until she had all seven inches buried in her throat. Slowly, she came back up, looking me in the eyes as she started sucking me back in again.

I closed my eyes and moaned as she sucked my cock. I brought my hand down to her head and wrapped my fingers in her hair as she started a bobbing motion, her hand gently cradling my balls. Every now and then she'd let my cock pop out of her mouth and suck on my balls, taking in first one and then the other, before returning to my cock.

After a few minutes I could feel my orgasm building, so I pulled gently on her hair and lift her head off my cock. She looked up at me curiously as I sat up and reached for the button on her pants as my mouth found hers.

"You're a little over-dressed, don't you think?" I hissed as I undid her slacks. Sharon stood up and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them. She wasn't wearing any panties. I reached around her and grabbed her ass, pulling her toward me. She put a foot up onto the couch, giving me access to her dark-haired bush. I wasted no time and she gasped as I sucked her clit into my mouth while I wormed the fingers of my right hand into her pussy from behind. She was soaked, her juices were dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Sharon pulled my head away from her crotch. "We'll have enough time for that later," she panted, her face flushed. "Right now I need you to fuck. Fuck me, Jake."

I got up and grabbed her hand. "Let's go see what the others are doing," I said, pulling her toward the bedroom down the hall.

Pete and Lisa were sprawled diagonally across the bed in a 69, Pete on his back craning his neck up to suck on Lisa's clit while her head was bobbing furiously up and down, her right hand jacking up and down his cock.

"Move over, guys," I said. They both looked over and smiled. "Make some room for the others, will ya?"

They moved over to one side of the bed and returned to their sucking as Sharon climbed onto the mattress, rolled onto her back and spread her legs back.

"Right now, Jake," she hissed, "I need it right now." I climbed between her legs and moved into position. I took my cock in my hand and rubbed it up and down her slit, teasing her with it, poking the head just inside her opening. 

"Come o-o-on, Jake," she moaned. Pushing forward, I fed my cock into her slowly, until I was buried into her to the hilt. Sharon let out a loud moan and stretched her arms up above her head as I started pumping in and out of her, holding her legs on my forearms.

"O-o-o-oh, yeah!" she said. "Fuck me hard, Jake! Just drive it! I'm gonna cum, I'm already so close, I'm so close just from sucking your cock."

A few inches away on the mattress, Pete and Lisa had changed positions, and now Lisa was on her hands and knees as Pete fucked her doggy-style. He was fucking her hard, squeezing the cheeks of her ass, making her tits swing around wildly.

"Ohh!" Lisa moaned. She leaned over and lowered her face toward Sharon's. "Did you suck his cock, Shar?" She leaned down until her lips met Sharon's and they kissed, tenderly at first, then more passionately, moaning into each other's mouths as Pete and I continued our assaults on their pussies. Putting her weight on one elbow, Lisa's other hand crawled over Sharon's stomach until she reached her thick bush, her fingers finding Sharon's clit. 

"Oh! Oh!" Sharon moaned, pulling her face from Lisa's. "Oh my god, oh, I'm cumming! Oh Jake, fuck me harder!" Leaning forward and putting my weight on my arms, I fucked my cock in and out of Sharon's tight pussy faster. As I felt her cunt started to tighten, my own orgasm rose up from my balls and with a grunt I shot into her, just as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth gaping. I kept pumping through my orgasm as, just a foot away, Pete pulled out of Lisa and with a groan, he jacked his cock, squirting his cum onto her back and ass.

I collapsed on top of Sharon, my cock still inside her, as she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, pulling me close against her. Pete sat back on the bed as Lisa fell flat onto her stomach, her back and ass cheeks glistening with Pete's cum. 

I kissed Sharon deeply and she giggled. 

"You never answered my question, Jake," she said, looking up at me. "So does this mean your answer was yes?"

The Favour



I'd like to tell you about something that happened two years ago. It started as a series of the most embarrassing and awkward situations I have experienced. They then lead to the most erotically charged week of my life.

My name is Dave and at the time I was 28 and still single. I had been engaged once but that fizzled out when we realised that we just couldn't live together.

I have an older brother, John,. John and I have always been close, more like best friends than brothers. 

By chance both of us happened to get jobs in the flooring industry. I worked initially as a fitter and then got involved in sub-contracts management. John had started in the purchasing department for another company and then moved into Sales. 

One day we were having a drink with some mates, when one happened to comment that we ought to think of starting our own business. It was one of those moments. We both looked at each other and knew it made sense. Between us we had a pretty good grounding of the business and had a lot of contacts in the industry, so after weeks of discussion and preparation we decided to set-up our own company.

We were lucky, it took-off a lot quicker than we could possibly have hoped and after only 2 years had 20 full-time fitters working for us. John and I ran the logistics side of the business between us. 

The real story started when we realised that we were earning good money but we had no free time to spend it. We put our heads together and decided that we needed someone to take-on some of the office management activities, leaving us to manage the sales and contract management activities which we both preferred.

We placed an ad and ended-up hiring Karen. She was 27 and had run a small team in a larger company and although she knew nothing about flooring, the company had been in the building industry. The other thing that neither of us could miss was that she was stunning. She had a wonderfully toned figure, long brown hair and a pair of dark eyes that just drew you in.

I lusted after her from the moment I saw her. Unfortunately she immediately hit it off with John. They both enjoyed playing squash and started playing regularly. Karen also fitted-in great at the office and had us organised in no time. It made both John and I realise that we should have hired someone long ago.

Eventually Karen dumped her boyfriend and started dating John. The three of us socialised a lot together and although I still fancied Karen I was genuinely happy for the two of them. 

About a year later they announced that they were getting married and asked me to be the best man.

The wedding was a small affair with the reception at a local country hotel. Karen looked fantastic and John looked as happy as I'd ever seen him. I was proud to be his best man and pleased to see them both looking so happy together.

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After their honeymoon life went back to normal at the office. We still socialised occasionally and John and I still played golf every Sunday morning.

About 18 months later, Karen and John asked me round to their house one evening for a meal - this wasn't unusual in itself but I sensed a little tension in the way John asked me. 

Dinner was very quiet and there was an unusual and uncomfortable atmosphere. 

Eventually I asked, "Have you guys had a row or something?"

"No.... no, nothing like that" John replied.

"Is it the business?"

"No, don't worry, there's nothing wrong. It's just that we have a favour to ask you" Karen replied sensing my concern.

"Anything, you know I'd do anything for you guys" I replied genuinely and also wanting to lift the atmosphere.

"Well this one is a big one ...... and extremely embarrassing to ask". John answered.

"Hey we're brothers, name it"

"Well the problem is that we would like to start a family......and well you know about my problem" John replied

"Ah, yes I see."

"Yes" replied John "so we need some help"

"If you need some money for treatment I am happy for you to take all you need from the company's funds. I'm sure we can afford it".

"Thanks but its not money we need. We need more practical help" John flushed bright red.

There was a brief silence, "I think I know where this is leading" I said wanting to help. (John caught mumps in his late teens. He got it bad, and unfortunately it left him sterile) "If you're building-up to asking me would I be willing to provide a sperm sample, then of course I will. Like I said I'll do anything for the two of you"

Both John and Karen looked at each other in embarrassment. Karen, who was also bright red by this stage, replied "Well I'm afraid we were going to ask for a little more than that. You see it's my fault. I'm petrified of hospitals, after what happened to my mum, ......and the thought of all that artificial stuff leaves me cold."

"Karen's mum went in for a heart bypass but there was some complication and she died during surgery" John added. I already knew the story.

"And ever since then I won't go near one. I know I'm being silly but I can't" Karen finished.

"So what exactly is it you'd like from me" I asked a little confused and not really believing my own suspicion.

"Well we were hoping you'd help us the old fashioned way" Karen asked looking extremely embarrassed and reaching for her drink.

I still wasn't sure I believed what I was hearing. "You'd like me to sleep with Karen" I looked at John.

John looked mortified and just nodded his head.

I sat there a little dumbfounded.

"Would you?" Karen asked

"Umm, I don't know." I replied, genuinely not sure how I felt at that moment.

"I'm not that unattractive am I?" Karen asked, jokingly. Trying but failing to still cover her embarrassment -- an embarrassment I was starting to share.

"Of course you're not. Look you've just taken me a little off-guard here........ I'd do anything for you guys but I'm not sure about this. Have you guys thought this through?"

"We've talked about it for weeks" Karen replied.

There was a long silence -- I think they were waiting for a reaction from me.

"We've talked about this a lot. I won't force Karen into a hospital so it really only leaves us this or adoption. This has to be better because it will be genuinely Karen's child. And if you're OK about helping us then at least it'll bear some resemblance to me"

"What about mum and dad they'll know something's up" I asked, picking on what was, in hindsight, a minor detail.

"We'll simply tell them we went down the artificial route. There's no need for them to know" John answered.

"Please help us" Karen asked, we'll make it worth your while.

"What do you mean" I asked

"Well we thought we could pay for that golfing holiday you were talking about" John replied.

I'm not sure why, but I felt strangely offended by that and obviously showed it "Look you two, if I'm going to help you, it'll be because I love the two of you. I don't need paying" I snapped back at them.

"Sorry Dave, we didn't mean to offend you. We just wanted offer you something in return" Karen replied.

The two of them talked for a while explaining how much they wanted a baby and how this was the best way. I was only half listening by this point, lost in my own feelings and thoughts.

I became suddenly aware that they had stopped talking and were starring at me in silence, clearly hanging on my reply.

I finally broke the silence "Are you sure this is what you want" I asked Karen.

"Yes please" she replied

"And what about us" I turned to John "Are you really sure you want me to sleep with Karen?"

"It's the only way for us to get the family we want" he replied.

"I don't know" I replied "Things would get pretty weird and I don't want to lose our friendships" 

"Neither do we" they both replied.

Again the two of them talked about how much they wanted this and how they wouldn't let it affect our friendships".

"OK but only on the condition that we won't end-up letting this come between us" I answered

"You'll help us then" Karen checked

"Yes"

"Wonderful!" Karen squealed jumping up to cuddle me. "Thank you so much" so said excitedly.

"I need a stiff drink" I replied.

"Me too" replied John.

We all drank heavily after the stress of the situation had dissolved and I ended-up getting a taxi home.

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The next day at the office the two of them both thanked me again. 

"When and how do you propose we do this" I asked John.

"Well you know the show at the NEC in two weeks" John asked (This was one of the big flooring trade shows at an exhibition centre near Birmingham).

"Yes"

"Well instead of you and me going, I was thinking that I could take Brian." (Brian was one of the fitters we used. Not only was he a very good fitter but years ago he used to work in marketing for another firm). "I was also thinking that instead of going up on the Sunday, I could go Friday after work and meet up with Steve" John said (Steve being an old school friend of ours).

"OK, I suppose it'll be better if one of us stays in the office" I said

"It'll also give you two from the Friday evening to the following Saturday morning to well ....you know" John said blushing.

"In fact you might as well move in for the week" Karen added.

"Oh I'm not sure about that" I replied.

"Look we've got two spare rooms you can move into one of them if you like and then well you're in the same house and the two of you can work it out from there." John added clearly not wanting to discuss the details.

Just then one of the phones rang and we kind of left it there.

Very little was said about it for the next week and it was eventually agreed that after work on the Friday, John would take the van with all the show stuff straight up to Birmingham (to see Steve) and I would go back to his house with Karen.

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On the Friday John left as planned and I drove Karen and I back to their house. I unpacked a few things in one of their spare rooms.

Karen made us a nice meal and we spent the evening watching TV. Although we chatted we were both a little nervous (I certainly was).

About 10 O'clock we both started fidgeting obviously both uncomfortable with the situation. Karen finally broke the silence "C'mon then shall we do the deed"

"OK" I replied

We both got up and after turning of the TV and lights made our way upstairs. 

"Give me a couple of minutes will you" Karen said and went into her room. I went into the spare room I had my stuff in.

After visiting the toilet to freshen-up I undressed, deciding to leave my boxer shorts on.

I gave a little knock on Karen's door.

"Come in" Karen replied

Karen was already in bed. I went around to the other side and slipped off my shorts and quickly slid into bed beside her.

We both rolled onto our sides and faced each other. "So how do you want to do this" I asked.

"Just climb on top and do your stuff...." Karen replied.

I rolled on top of her and moved my legs between hers.

Karen used her hand to guide my cock into her. I pushed in a little but she was a little dry so I pulled out a little and then pushed forward again. After a few more attempts I was fully inside her. 

We didn't say anything or kiss each other. I felt so awkward that I just kept thrusting until I came inside her.

Karen simply said "Thank you" and I rolled off her.

"I'll see you in the morning" I said and left for my room feeling strangely ashamed.

The next morning there was an awkward atmosphere between us. We had coffee and went into the office. Neither of us mentioned the previous night and conversation was very polite. 

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As luck would have it, we became very busy at work and it helped the day go past with too many awkward moments. At lunchtime Karen got a call on her mobile looked at me and then walked out of the office so that I couldn't hear what was said.

I was beginning to think this was all a bad idea. I had lusted after Karen for ages and yet now I was wishing that I wouldn't be sleeping with her tonight.

About 5pm Karen said that her sister, Sarah, had rung and had invited us out for a drink at one of the local bars. I said that I had a few more things to do before locking-up and would meet them in about an hour.

As you can probably guess I was in no hurry and it was nearly two hours later that I met them. Judging by the glasses on the table they had already had about four drinks each. Sarah is a couple of years older that Karen and got married a little while after Karen. Although you wouldn't describe Karen as quiet, her sister is extremely outgoing. Sarah has always been very friendly and certainly the life of any party she is at.

"Hi Dave" Sarah said, standing and kissing me on the cheek.

"I see you two have quite a head-start on me, I assume I'm driving us back later" I said to Karen.

"Sorry Dave, do you mind"

"Of course not. Now can I get you two another one each?"

"No sit down let me get them" Karen insisted.

I sat down opposite Sarah and asked how she was.

"Better than you two by the sound of it" Sarah replied and then continued "Karen has told me all about it. I think it is a great thing you are doing to help John and Karen but it sounds like it got off to a bad start"

"Yeah, I think we both felt pretty embarrassed and awkward. Today was awful we hardly spoke"

"How do you feel about it?"

"Well I want to help them but I just feel so damn awkward about it all"

"You do find Karen attractive"

"Very. Before she married John I'd have given my right arm to get with her, but now it just feels so wrong doing it with John's wife. I'd just hate to offend her or John"

Karen returned with the drinks.

Sarah looked at us both "I don't know you two. You're both so wrapped-up in guilt that you're in danger of ruining your friendship over this."

"Come-on I don't think that's going to happen" Karen replied.

"I wouldn't be so sure. Look at you two after just one night. If this continues for the rest of the week then it is going to put a very big strain on your friendship, and remember you have to work together as well" Sarah replied.

"So you think we should stop this now" I asked

"Well you either need to change things dramatically, or yes I think you should stop now"

"Change things how" Karen asked looking suddenly quite concerned at the idea of stopping.

"Well let's look at this objectively. Starting with you Dave" Sarah said 

"If I understand you correctly, you find Karen attractive but understandably feel extremely awkward about sleeping with your brother's wife. You probably feel nervous about doing anything beyond the basics for fear of offending Karen. Also I guess in the back of your mind is that anything you do or say is going to get back to John. And finally, after last night I wouldn't mind betting that if you are honest, you are sorry you got yourself involved in this in the first place..... Is that at all accurate?

"Well it has been more awkward than I was expecting but I love them both and want to help them." I replied

"But be honest what I said is spot-on, isn't it" She persisted

"Yes" I admitted.

"Sorry Dave, I didn't want it to be like this" Karen offered to me.

"Well before we go any further I think you need to promise Dave that you're not about to be offended by anything that's said or done between you, and that nothing is going to be reported back to John"

"Of course, I promise I won't. I wouldn't have anyway. Sorry Dave if you thought otherwise." Karen replied

"How do you ideally want this week to be" Sarah asked Karen

"I don't know........I guess I'd like it to be memorable for the two of us .....and enjoyable"

"Memorable and enjoyable? How about you Dave?"

"I honestly hadn't given it any thought....but yes enjoyable sounds good" I replied.

"Well in my experience the most memorable and enjoyable sex is usually also the least inhibited most passionate and sometimes dirty, sex. How about you guys?" Sarah remarked.

We both kind of nodded general agreement. "True" I answered.

"You both also want to avoid the awkward mess you had last night" Again we both nodded agreement "Definitely" Karen added.

Sarah sat thinking for a moment and then obviously had a flash of inspiration because she became very animated.

Sarah continued "The way I see it Karen, you owe Dave BIG-TIME for what he is doing for you and John. 

"Yes, I know we do", Karen interjected.

Sarah continued "You stand to walk away from this with the baby you and John want so desperately. Dave on the other hand only stands to get whatever enjoyment he can out of this week -- and as things are going he isn't getting much of that".

"So what are you suggesting?" Karen asked.

"Well" Sarah started "Consider three things: Firstly, you want it to be memorable for you and enjoyable for Dave; Secondly, that you stand to get what you want from this no matter what the sex is like; Thirdly, you owe Dave Big-time and want to repay him in some fashion. Am I right?"

"Yes" Karen replied "So what are you suggesting?"

"Well since we're agreed that you're going to get what you want anyway I think you should put Dave's enjoyment as the first priority in all this. Don't you?" She said smiling at Karen.

"I guess so" Karen replied.

"Well then, my suggestion is that you repay Dave's generosity by ensuring that he has the best sex he could wish for, for the rest of the week." Karen raised an eyebrow but Sarah continued "And to make sure it is the best he could wish for, I think you should make him a promise to do anything he wishes, ANYTHING AT ALL" she emphasised "for the rest of the week"

"What?" Karen spluttered half chocking on her drink.

"Don't you think Dave deserves it?" Sarah replied.

"Well eh .....Yes.... of course he does.....but ANYTHING? I'm not some whore you know!"

"Well for this one week I think you should be. Think about it. It's a trade. You get the baby, he gets the sex. What's the matter, aren't you up to the job sis', not good enough in the sack?" Sarah teased

"I'm perfectly capable thank you" Karen replied giving her sister an evil look.

"Well, go on then". Sarah pushed.

"You don't have to do that" I interrupted, feeling that it was the right thing to say.

Karen didn't say anything, clearly deep in thought.

Sarah watched her for a moment and then added "You know I'm right. What have you got to lose, more of last night?"

"As much as I hate to admit it, my sister has a point" Karen said to me and then continued. "Maybe it would be for the best and anything has to be better than last night" 

"Go on then" Sarah pushed.

"OK, OK. Dave I want you to know that I really am very grateful for what you're doing for us. Let's try to have some fun so as Sarah put it; I promise to be your personal whore for the rest of the week and do absolutely anything you want". Karen offered.

"You don't have to" I repeated.

"No I don't, but I think I should at least try it"

"Only if you're sure" I replied.

"I'm sure" Karen finished "Now I need a drink"

"That's a bit better" Sarah said.

Karen stood up. I offered to get the drinks but Karen was already on her way to the bar. As she was getting her money out of her purse she dropped some change. She bent down to pick it up and then stood-up to pay.

As I turned back-around to Sarah, it was obvious she had been was watching me and was now smiling at me. "I saw you checking out her ass".

"I don't know what you mean" I replied lamely

"It doesn't take a genius to work out what you'd like to do to her ass either......I hope you're going to tell her"

"Tell her what"

"That you'd like to fuck her up the ass"

I felt myself blush bright red "No, I don't think so" I replied

"Why ever not she's just promised to do absolutely anything you want"




The Favour



Just then Karen returned with the drinks. Sarah turned to Karen "Dave was just telling about something he'd like to do to you"

"What's that?" Karen asked

"Well apparently Dave would like to fuck you up the ass"

Karen's mouth dropped open in shock for a minute and I wanted the ground to open up beneath me. 

Karen blushed and calmly replied "I don't think I can get pregnant like that"

Sarah immediately shot back "So what! You'll have enough opportunities for that. Besides you just promised to do absolutely anything"

"But I don't do... I mean...." Karen stuttered now looking a similar shade of red to what I must have been".

"You haven't done it before have you?" Sarah teased.

"It's perfect!" Sarah added beaming.

I must have looked just as puzzled as Karen did.

"You wanted it to be memorable. This will make sure it is memorable. Besides you've already promised Dave ANYTHING."

"It's really OK. We really don't have to do that..... I was only joking" I added feeling very guilty and extremely embarrassed.

"Nonsense, he wasn't joking at all. Dave is just being kind; trying to let you off the hook....If this week is going to work out it will need you both to change. Karen has already promised to be your whore for the week. This week could still be an awful disaster unless you take-off the kid-gloves, treat her like a whore and enjoy yourself"

I sat there not sure how to respond to that but starting to appreciate the warped logic of her argument.

"You don't need the kid gloves ..........do you sis?" Sarah teased.

"No I don't, thank you." Karen looked at me a bit differently, with more confidence I think. "Let's make this fun. Promise me you'll treat me like the whore I've promised to be. And yes I guess that does include fucking my ass, if you want to -- only go gentle, I've never done that before".

"Go gentle .....Ah..... Isn't she a delicate flower" Sarah teased and then started laughing.

"I'm not a delicate flower" Protested Karen and gave the chuckling Sarah a dig in the ribs. "Promise me?" Karen repeated.

"I warn you I am a man of my word. Are you sure that's what you want"

"Yes, look Sarah's right if we carry on like last night then it's bound to affect our friendship and I don't want that. Let's just both let our hair down and role-play it for the week...... Do we have a deal?"

"OK"

"You promise?" Karen added.

"Yes" I replied

"Give your whore a kiss then" Karen said leaning over the table.

"Do whores kiss on the lips?" I teased

"This one does....... but only for her favourite client". 

With that we kissed briefly.

"Come on you two. I want to see tongues" Sarah teased.

We looked at each other and kissed again much more passionately -- with tongues.

"That's much better. Now I think you two need to get home. You've got an ass to fuck" she said to me.

We both said our goodbyes and thanks to Sarah and left.

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When we got back to the house, Karen took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. "Let's not sit around thinking about it, let's just do it" she said.

Karen pushed me onto the bed and then wriggled out of her jeans. She then undid my trousers and pulled them down and off me, before straddling me. She leaned down and kissed me deeply as I tried desperately to remove her blouse and bra.

She then knelt up, grasped my cock and pulling her knickers to one side lowered herself onto it. Unlike the previous night there was lust in her eyes as she pressed down onto me.

Karen started slowly and then really started fucking me hard. After a frantic couple of minutes Karen came with a loud gasp and then collapsed on top of me, holding me tight. I was only seconds away from coming myself but Karen had stopped before I could get there.

We French kissed for a while "You haven't come yet....what would you like to do" Karen asked.

"I'd like my whore to ride me again, I was kind-of enjoying the view" I teased.

"Your wish is my command, sir" Karen replied playfully.

Karen started slowly, gently biting her lower lip as she did, while I massaged her breasts. She gradually increased her pace and eventually went at full gallop. I could stand no more and pumped my load into her. Karen kept going until she again came herself a minute later.

"That was better" I commented, referring to the previous night.

"Much" Karen replied in agreement.

We cuddled-up close for a while, kissing each other.

About half an hour later Karen started caressing my cock, wanking it slowly. Combined with some more vigorous kissing I was hard again in no time.

"So are you going to fuck this whore's ass?" Karen whispered.

"Only if you're sure about it" I asked

"Hey no more of that" Karen said with fake indignation "You promised to treat me like a whore for the week, don't short change me" Karen said with a playful smile.

"OK then whore, assume the doggie position" I said in an equally playful manner. "Do you have any lubricant?"

"There's some KY in the bottom drawer on your side"

I got the KY and applied a generous coating to my cock before kneeling behind Karen's upturned ass.

I positioned my cock against her asshole and began to slowly push. Her muscles put up a lot of resistance against me. I pushed harder, and the head popped inside, Karen screamed out "Ahh, stop.......... it's too big"

"Relax for a minute and it will get easier" Her ass was gloriously tight and the view was great. There was no way I was going to stop this now.

"How's my whore now" I asked after a little while.

"I think she's just been downgraded to Trainee Whore" Karen gasped.

I took that as my cue to continue and slowly pushed the rest in, inch by inch, until she had taken my full length inside her.

"Oh god, I feel so full" Karen said, panting.

I began to move slowly in and out. Karen made small whimpering sounds as I did. "It feels better now" she said a couple of minutes later. "Fuck me harder" she urged.

She was now pushing back hard against me as I thrust forward. I reached around under her and started to play with her clit. Karen brushed my hand away "Let me do that, go for it, fuck me hard" she said and started to frig herself as I did.

"Harder....Faster.....Fuck my whore ass" Karen pleaded in ragged breaths.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck me harder" Karen gasped

"Me too" I replied

"Yes cum in my whore ass..........I'm cumming ........Ahh!" screamed Karen as she grabbed madly at the sheets with her hands and trembled beneath me. That was it for me too and I pumped my load into her ass.

I pulled out and we lay facing each other.

Karen kissed me "Oh god that was so intense, I don't think I've ever cum so hard"

"That was so much better than last night" I said

"You're telling me" Karen whispered "I think I like being a whore" she added.

"Trainee Whore" I teased.

"When do I graduate" She played along

"I'll let you know....We may need to practice this some more, later in the week" I replied.

"I think so too....but not just yet......I think I'm going to be a little sore after that"

"Sorry"

"Don't be. Us Trainee Whores have to learn somehow" Karen replied with a playful smirk.

The rest of the night was spent eating and watching TV on the sofa.

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The next morning, Sunday, Karen brought me coffee in bed. We drank it and then started kissing again.

It was a more leisurely session, Karen clearly enjoys being on top, and she once again rode me until we both came.

We finally got dressed around lunchtime and went out to the shops. Karen wanted to look at some clothes and then we had to do the food shopping.

On the way back we rented a film. Later after we had put all the shopping away we relaxed in front of the TV with the film, a pizza, and a couple of bottle of wine.

When we got to bed that evening I decided to pleasure Karen a little. I moved down between her thighs placing little kisses along the way.

I took my time and waited for Karen to start grinding her hips in anticipation before I finally pushed my tongue into her. A quiet "Yessss" was all she said.

I kept a slow but steady pace and then slowly added a finger into her. Karen started grinding herself against my face so I started focusing on her clit and added a second finger inside her. Karen was thrashing around above me until with a squeal she let her juices flow into my mouth.

When she had calmed down, I started over and then brought her to a second, louder, orgasm.

I moved up on top of her and kissed her hard. "That was wonderful" Karen cooed, and held me close for a while.

"Since we've already done it this morning, how-about I give you the rest of the night off from baby-making. How would you like to sit on the edge of the bed and let me return the favour? You can come all over these" she said stroking her breasts.

"That sounds nice....... but I think I'd rather lie back and then come in that pretty mouth of yours" I replied

"I don't swallow" Karen added.

"This week you do. You're my whore remember ......... I want every drop swallowed" I said.

Karen looked shocked but said nothing for a few moments then "OK, but only because you're paying me so well......" she said with a playful smirk and then gave me a sloppy kiss.

Karen pushed me over onto my back and moved down between my legs. She started slowly licking my shaft and then took the head between her lips, gently sucking on it and licking around the head. She kept this going slowly, moving her hand up and down my shaft as she did. After several minutes she quickened her pace and I could hold back no longer and came, my cock spurting into her mouth.

Karen swallowed the first bit, but then coughed and put her hand over her mouth letting go of my cock which continued to pump the remainder of my load over my stomach. 

When she regained her composure, she moved up and kissed me.

"Sorry, I really did mean to swallow it all" she said.

"You still can" I said glancing at my stomach.

"What?" she said looking into my eyes as if to check that she understood what I meant.

"I said every drop"

"You can't be serious" She said, once again looking shocked

"You made me promise not use kid gloves -- and I warned you that I keep my promises -- The question is do you keep yours?" I replied, deliberately teasing her.

"I always keep my promises. But ......."

"Treat me like a whore, and ANYTHING, were your exact words I believe"

"You've really warmed to the part, haven't you" She said and then moved back between my legs. After her first lick she screwed up her face in disgust and then poked her tongue out playfully at me. Karen then slowly licked the remaining globs of cum off my stomach and cleaned up my cock as well. 

"Better?" she said crawling over me. 

"Much" I said and then noticed a little drop still on her chin. I wiped it off with my finger and offered it to her. Karen then made a real show of sucking my finger clean.

"You make a wonderful whore" I said.

"You mean I've graduated"

"Not yet but I think you will soon"

"Well if there's anything I can do to improve my grades you will let me know"

"Don't worry I will."

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Monday morning after some breakfast we went into the office. Monday's are usually quiet and this was no exception. We used the morning to catch-up on some outstanding invoices etc. Then at lunchtime Sarah walked in.

"Hi Sarah" I said, standing and pecking her on the cheek.

"Hi guys. How are things?" She said to both of us.

"Much better thanks" replied Karen

"I haven't got much time -- I'm in my lunch-break. Dave could I have a word, I need a favour" Sarah asked

"Sure, shall we go into my office" I said leading the way.

Sarah followed me and then closed the door behind her.

"Are things better between the two of you?" She asked

"Much better we both seem to be enjoying it now. Thanks for your help the other day, I owe you one" I replied.

"Well if you think you owe me one then hopefully you can repay it today, and have a little fun yourself into the bargain"

"What do you have in mind" I asked, intrigued

"Well my beloved sister out there got married before me"

"Yes"

"I organised this really good evening out for her hen night, a nice meal, lots of drink with friends, and the usual. But for mine, Karen and some of my friends decided to gang-up on me and make me do something really embarrassing"

"What? I said smiling and wondering what could possibly embarrass Sarah"

"Well Karen picked this naughty school-girl theme for the evening and we were all to meet-up at bar. Anyway I bought this short pleated skirt, white blouse, tie and stockings you know the kind of thing, but when I got to the bar I was the only one wearing it"

I laughed and said "its funny but that doesn't sound so bad"

"Well after several drinks they all started baiting me until I accepted a dare, which of course I ended-up accepting. First they had me take-off my underwear and then they gave me an envelope, like this" she said pulling a brown envelope out of her bag.

"To cut a long story short I had to get in a taxi, go across town to an adult store and then buy various items from a list they provided and then return with them to the bar."

"In your school-girl outfit with no underwear"

"Yes you can imagine the looks I got both in the taxi and then in the store"

I was laughing at this point "Nice one!"

"Yes and to make matters worse they had also organised a male stripper-gram and they told him about my bag of goodies"

"I just wish I had seen it" I said still smiling at the image

"Well I promised my little sister that one day I would get her back, unfortunately since she got married first I can't, so that's where you come in. She's promised to do anything you want so I was hoping you would do it for me"

"I'm not sure she'll go for it"

"She will, she'll keep her promise. Here's her outfit" Sarah said handing me a bag.

"And the envelope" I asked

Sarah pulled out the contents. "She's got the address of a shop, £300 cash, and a shopping list"

"Let me see" I said picking-up the list. On the list were;

(1) 8" Vibrating Dildo (2) Some lubricant (3) One pair of nipple clamps (4) One pair of Handcuffs (5) A blindfold (6) Two hardcore DVD's - any you think Dave would like.

"That seems a pretty well thought out list, you've either had a lot of time on your hands or a detailed knowledge of these things." I teased.

"A little of both is all I'm saying. But together with her outfit this should embarrass her sufficiently"

"What outfit?" I asked looking into the bag she had handed me.

I pulled out a thin-white blouse, a short black pleated shirt, a tie, stockings and suspender belt and a pair of black high-heeled shoes. 

"Wow" I said

"And remember, no underwear"

"She may not do it" I said seriously doubting it.

"We'll see - just remind of her promise to do ANYTHING and tell her I said she'd never live it down if she doesn't" 

"OK, I try"

"Thanks Dave. I must dash" Sarah said as she left the office, stopping only briefly to say something to Karen on her way out.

A minute later Karen came into my office. 

"Sarah said to come and see you.......something about payback."

"Yes Sarah told me a story about her hen night and has asked me to help her get a little revenge on you"

Karen face became flushed and she asked "What?"

"Well first I'd like you to change into this outfit. Put what you're wearing into this bag and leave it in here."

"Then what"

"Then I'll give you further instructions"

"Hmm" was all Karen said as she took the bag and headed for the toilet.

She returned a few minutes later. "So am I going to school?"

"Not exactly"

"I thought not"

"Oh by the way lose the underwear"

"I thought you might say that" She said as unclipped her bra and then did that thing where both arms are pulled through to remove it without taking her top off. Then she pulled down her knickers and stepped out of them. "I suspect I know what's coming next".

"Here is the address of a shop; I'll order you a taxi. Here is the shopping list, get the items and bring them back here.

"You expect me to go out like this in broad daylight?" Karen pleaded.

I must admit Karen looked absolutely amazing in the outfit. As if the short skirt and tight blouse weren't enough, the tops of her suspenders were clearly visible as were her nipples through the blouse. She was certainly going to draw some attention 

"You promised to act like a whore.... Now you look like one..... And we're just sending you shopping for the tools of your trade"

"Bastard" Karen turned to walk out of the office, snatching the envelope off the desk.

"Wait a minute"

"What"

"Come back here"

Karen gave me an evil look and then walked back toward me. 

"I stepped-up close and took her in my arms. We kissed deeply"

"Fuck me instead" Karen gasped in between kisses.

I spun her around and bent her over the table in front of me then unzipped my jeans. I got my already hard cock out, flipped-up her skirt and pushed into her.

"Yesssss. Fuck me hard" Karen instructed. It sounded like a good idea to me so I did just that, hard and fast.

It didn't take long for either of us and we had that rare moment where two people come at exactly the same time. Karen was left panting on the table and I was half collapsed on top of her.

A couple of minutes later, after we had straightened ourselves up a bit and Karen had been to the toilet, I said "Well you can't go out like that"

"I know" Karen replied kissing me

I reach across the desk and grabbed an elastic band, moved behind Karen and used the band to put her hair into a ponytail. "That's better, now you can go out" I said.

"You've got to be joking, look at me" Karen replied

"I know you look absolutely ravishing........or is that ravished!"

"Bastard"

"I'll call you a taxi"

"No I can't" Karen pleaded.

I made the call to the taxi company. "Don't worry they'll just think you're a whore" I said teasing.

"But I'm still leaking ...... you know...."

"As Sarah would say.....It ought to make it all the more memorable"

"I'm certainly not going to forget this in a hurry"

"Well there you go then"

After a few more protests and lots of questioning of my parentage, Karen did finally get into the taxi when it arrived.

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Nearly an hour later Karen returned when I was on the phone. Mike one of our fitters was telling me that some of the materials hadn't arrived at site. 

She dropped the bag on my desk and then whispered in my ear "Bastard" before giving me a peck on the cheek.

I said I'd chase them up and get back to him.

"I need it now, fuck me first" Karen asked.

"Sorry, duty calls. We have to sort this out now." I said reaching for the file.

"Come-on I'm so fucking horny I'll do anything" Karen pleaded

"Oh I know Karen-the-Whore will do anything, but right now though I need Karen-the-Manager"

Between us we managed to find somewhere that could do a next morning delivery, as well as sorting a few other minor issues.

Driving home was very distracting with Karen sat next to me in her outfit. It also didn't help that she would occasionally nibble my ear or rub my leg.

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"Can I be Karen-the-whore now?" she asked as we walked into the house.

"Trainee whore" I corrected, and we made our way to the bedroom.

"Shall I leave this on" Karen asked, referring to her outfit.

"Definitely" I replied stripping-off as quickly as I could.

There was nothing exotic or different about what came next. It was just good, frantic vanilla sex. We both had the orgasm we needed to wash away the pent-up frustration of the afternoon"




The Favour



I then got into some comfortable old clothes but insisted that Karen keep her outfit on for the evening. I did concede that she could put on some knickers so that she didn't stain her sofa.

After dinner I decided to watch one of the films that Karen bought earlier in the day.

Karen cuddled-up to me as I put it on. "You know I've never actually watched one of these" Karen said excitedly.

The film launched straight into a bedroom scene and you saw a couple in the final stages of fucking. As the male character, Jim, came he pulled out and came over the actress' face and breasts. It then turned out he was a plumber and he moved onto his next job, which of course involved fucking a big-breasted blonde. The character's next visit started with him looking through a window at some woman fucking herself with a dildo, he sneaks into the house and ends-up helping her.

I got-up from the sofa and fetched the bag of goodies, taking-out the vibrator and inserting the batteries. It was quite long, about 8", and thin.

"You'd like to watch me use that like she did, wouldn't you?" Karen said reading my mind and clearly turned-on herself.

Karen stepped out of her knickers and lay on the floor in front of me. She switched on the vibrator and started stroking it across her thighs before moving up to her slit. She gently rubbed it along the length of her slit.

Karen lay there gently stroking herself with the toy and started watching the film again. Jim was doing oral on another blonde. When he penetrated her, Karen pushed the toy into her own pussy and fucked herself in time with the on-screen action. Karen didn't last as long as the actress and came, locking her thighs around the toy.

"My turn" I said sliding to the floor and grabbing the toy. I slowly began fucking Karen with it, and together we watched the film. Karen came again quickly looking into my eyes as she did. 

I didn't let her rest and started the fucking again. This time we held eye contact throughout. When Karen came she still held my gaze but thrust her hips frantically to meet my hand and screamed "Ahh" as she went over the top.

"Stop, please stop" Karen pleaded. But I just kept going and covered her mouth with mine. We kissed passionately and after only a couple of minutes Karen's back arched off the floor and her whole body went rigid, before relaxing back down and gently trembling.

"Oh god, that was incredible.......I just feel so horny and .....Dirty" Karen said, still panting.

"Of course you do. You're a whore" I teased.

"Tell me to do something else...something dirty" Karen pleaded.

"You can start by cleaning this" I said pulling out the dildo. It was covered in a mixture of mine and Karen's cum. Karen looked at me a little wide-eyed but when I offered it to her lips she took it in and sucked it. Karen then put her hand over mine and pulled the dildo from her lips before turning it sideways to lick at it further down.

"You know you're a complete pervert don't you" Karen said as she finished cleaning it.

"And you're becoming a complete whore" I replied.

"I know......Would you like me to give you a blow job" Karen asked

"Yes please....and would you like me to use this on you while you do it"

"Yes please" Karen said with a coy smile.

I moved Karen into a sixty-nine position with me on top. Karen got straight to work on my cock, sucking enthusiastically. I turned on the toy and worked it into her well-used pussy. After several minutes I gradually lowered my hips a little pushing my cock further into her mouth, at the same time turning the dial up higher on the dildo increasing the intensity of the vibrations for her. Once my cock reached the back of her mouth I waited for a reaction from Karen. There wasn't one -- maybe she was just too preoccupied to think about what I was hinting at.

I slowly applied some more downward pressure. Karen's hands grabbed at my legs but she did nothing else so I pushed further and felt my cock enter her throat. Karen started slapping my thigh with her hand so I pulled back. Karen coughed and gasped for air and then carried on blowing me. I left it there for a minute and then pushed back down. Karen did nothing so I pushed into her throat again and held it there. Karen gripped my legs tightly but made no move for me to stop for a few moments and then gently slapped my thigh again. Again I pulled out. Karen coughed and gasped again but went back to blowing me. 

I was in no hurry so I decided to bring her off again before repeating it. The more turned on Karen got from the vibrator the harder she went to work with her mouth. When she came she literally squealed around my cock. As I could feel myself approaching the inevitable I again nudged at her at the back of her mouth. Instead of holding me still, this time her hands pulled down on me urging me to push further. I needed no more encouragement and pushed into her throat. This time I started to fuck her throat, whilst increasing the speed at which I fucked Karen with the toy. 

I pulled out only briefly, to let her breathe, before pushing back in. It took only a couple of thrusts before I came, shooting what little cum I had left, directly into her stomach. I was so lost in the moment, my cock pulsing in her throat that I forgot that she couldn't breathe. Karen soon reminded me with several slaps to my thigh.

Karen coughed and spluttered for a moment. "Don't stop, I'm close" She gasped.

I re-doubled my efforts and was soon rewarded with Karen's back arching off the floor in orgasm.

I got off of her and turned to face her.

"God where did that all come from -- I've certainly never done that before Karen said clutching her throat"

"Are you OK" I asked

"Yes but my throat feels it's just had a baseball bat shoved down it." 

I went to reach for the toy that was still embedded in Karen's pussy but she stopped me and pulled it out "No more" she said.

We kissed and then Karen turned onto her side and then shuffled back so that we were spooning. "How's Jim getting on" she asked rhetorically. 

Jim was just waking up ready for his next day's work. He arrived at another house. The door was opened by a long-haired beauty with unrealistically large breasts. Pretty soon the woman was on her knees blowing him. 

"He's big isn't he" Karen commented.

"I think you've just had bigger?" I replied

"Longer perhaps, but he looks thicker........mind you, I saw a much bigger toy in the store today"

"Why didn't you buy it?" I asked

"It was far too big and besides Sarah's instructions said 8 inches". 

"But you were tempted?"

"Not really"

"And now?"

"No, but perhaps a little curious but it was really far too big. It's just well seeing him and what he's doing to her. God look he's going to put it in her ass! Yours nearly killed me" she said giving me a playful elbow in the stomach.

"But you did it"

"I didn't have much choice, after being backed into a corner by you and my sister."

"You didn't mind did you?"

"No. It certainly helped start the week off on a memorable note, with a first. Mind you I have had a few firsts with you already..........God I must be a terrible wife, if after nearly two years of marriage you come along and I suddenly do all sorts of stuff that I haven't done with my husband."

"I never hear John complain. Besides you've only done some of them because Sarah made you promise me anything and then I forced you into them"

"Maybe but I feel like I should have been doing them with John anyway."

"You still can"

"I probably will do some of it"

"No you will do all of it with him. You promised me ANYTHING so I am asking for you to promise me that you will repeat everything we try with John"

"You are sweet, still thinking of John at a time like this....... OK I promise."

We lay there for some time just watching Jim and his exploits.

A while later Karen started fidgeting in front of me and whispered "God look what he's doing to her" The girl on-screen was thrashing around in a monstrous orgasm as Jim was fucking her doggie style. "Look at how stretched her skin is to accommodate him"

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Tuesday morning I asked Karen to wear one of her skirts with stockings and suspenders for me. She selected a black skirt with matching jacket and a white blouse.

Again we were busy at the office in the morning. Lunchtime came and I popped out to get us some sandwiches and also some cash from the bank.

Around mid-afternoon it went quiet so I turned to Karen. "Would you mind delivering an invoice for me?"

"OK" Karen replied, as this wasn't particularly unusual for some of our local customers (it means we get the money a day or two earlier). "Would you like me to go now" she continued.

"Yes please" I said handing her the envelope and then I handed her £50 in cash.

"What's the money for?" she asked with a puzzled look.

"Well after you've delivered the invoice I'd like you to go back to that shop and get that big vibrator you saw yesterday."

"Oh no, I can't go back there again" Karen pleaded

"Umm, yes you can. ANYTHING, remember!"

"Look it was far too big anyway"

"Was it smaller across than a baby's head?"

"Not by much"

"Then the way I see it, anything less than the size of a baby's head is just good practice for you.... Besides after last night I know you want to try it."

Karen turned bright red "Bastard. I suppose I have to take my underwear off again"

"It turned you on doing that yesterday didn't it?"

"A little"

"In that case yes, take them off" 

"Do I really have to go back there?" 

"I gave Karen a big kiss "Look I'm sure the other whores go there all the time -- tools of the trade and all that!" Karen gave me a playful punch in the stomach 

I gave Karen the car keys and off she went.

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As Karen drove us home later I inspected her purchase. It was very big indeed and the mere thought of Karen struggling to accommodate it was turning me on immensely.

Karen jumped me as soon as we walked through the door. We quickly made our way to the bedroom and Karen pushed me onto the bed. She didn't bother with any of the formalities of getting undressed. She simply undid my fly pulled out my cock and straddled me, pushing aside her already soaking knickers.

There was nothing exotic about it. Karen simply rode my cock as hard and fast as she could. I came first, shooting up inside her. Karen simply kept going through my orgasm until she achieved her own release a minute or so later.

"Oh God I needed that" She panted.

"You are most welcome" I replied.

After that we got ourselves a couple of drinks and called out for Chinese.

We sat, watched TV and ate in relative normality.

"How about seeing how Jim is getting on" I asked 

"OK" Karen replied and we made our way into the lounge.

As Jim started going down on his blond friend, I did the same to Karen.

Karen was obviously extremely turned-on to start with because it didn't take long before her legs clamped tight around my head and she came.

Jim then started fucking the blond doggy style. With a glint in her eye, Karen smiled at me before getting on all fours facing the TV.

I unwrapped the black monster from its packaging and smeared it with some of the lubricant.

I carefully placed the end onto Karen's engorged labia.

"You could have warmed it up first" Karen whinged.

Slowly I started to push it but met with some resistance.

"I told you it was too big" Karen said

"Nonsense, Relax" I instructed, and turned the vibration on low. 

For a while I simply rubbed it against her pussy. Karen had started to watch the film again and relaxed.

After a while, I gave a gentle but firm push and the end slipped-in.

"Ah, stop ......Oh my god" Karen gasped, as she clawed into the carpet with her fingers.

I held it still to give her body a chance to adjust. When her fingers relaxed, I pushed a little more in. She now had about 3 of its 12 inches. The length, although very substantial, was not its main feature. What made it so dramatic was its girth, which was unrealistically huge by comparison to any mortal man.

As well as tensing again, Karen started to pant, obviously struggling to accommodate it.

Again I gave her a while to adjust. Karen's attention slowly returned to the screen where the blond was in the throes of another orgasm.

I slowly pulled the monster back until it was barely inside and then pushed it back in. This time it went a fraction further. Karen gasped but seemed OK so I repeated it. 

"Oh god, I'm going to cum" Karen said through a series of ragged breaths.

I quickly repeated the movements, this time giving Karen about half of its length, that more than did it for Karen, who let out a stifled scream and collapsed down onto her elbows.

I stopped to let her bask in the afterglow of what was obviously a fairly intense orgasm.

A minute or so later Karen's breathing had returned to near normal. "Enough" she stated.

"I don't think so. I've only just started - you don't get off that easy" I replied

"Easy!" Karen gasped but made no attempt to move.

I slowly withdrew the monster and started a slow gentle rhythm with it, but using only very shallow thrusts.

It didn't take long for Karen to warm to it again and soon she was starting to rock back and forth. I took this as the sign to feed a little more into her.

"Yes, more, fuck me harder and deeper.........RAM it up me" she urged.

I didn't dare ram it, but I did push a little more in (she was back up to half way) and I increased the tempo.

In a very short time Karen came again, only this time I didn't stop, in fact I increased the depth by about another inch and kept a steady rhythm.

The effect was amazing. Karen just seemed to keep coming, letting out one orgasmic scream after another.

After what seemed like minutes Karen started to come down so I flicked the vibrator up to high and fucked her even faster and deeper than before. Karen came again almost instantly.

To say it was highly erotic watching her in the throes of an almost constant orgasm is a huge understatement. I was particularly fascinated by the sight of her pussy stretched around the vibrator and how it still gripped it as I pulled it back, seeming to stretch the lips away from her body.

By this time I had managed to work about 8 inches of the monster into Karen's constantly spasming pussy. 

Karen was obviously tiring but I wanted to make sure she got the thorough fucking she wanted and deserved so I slowed down again and turned the vibrator down a couple of notches.

"Oh my god, that was so intense" Karen breathed out. Obviously thinking that was it.

I pulled out the monster until it was only just inside and then pushed it firmly back in.

"No, no more" Karen stated.

My response was to repeat it.

"Oh god, I can't" she pleaded through ragged breaths.

I carried on using very long hard strokes, almost withdrawing it completely and then pushing as far as Karen could take it.

The pleas were soon replaced by gasps as she received a slow but very hard fucking.

She cried out "oh god no" just as the orgasm consumed her. Again I flicked the vibrator onto high as she came. I also increased the pace and the depth of the fucking. 

It didn't seem possible but Karen reached an even bigger high and then literally shook all over.

I stopped and withdrew the monster with an audible plop. Karen slumped down onto her elbows.

Despite our earlier fucking I was extremely aroused and had to have her"

I applied some of the lubricant to my cock and moved into position. 

"Oh god no more" Karen pleaded as I pulled her back by her hips.

Instead of her pussy I aimed my cock at her ass and pushed forward. Karen's senses were obviously dulled and I was fully in before she reacted. She looked around sharply at me but then relaxed and whispered "fuck my whore ass" 

Despite being very turned-on, our earlier romp meant this was not going to be a quickie. I took great delight in fucking Karen's ass. She was obviously exhausted and simply let me plough away at her, although I did manage to coax one smaller orgasm out of her before I finally pumped my cum into her ass.

Afterward we retired to bed and Karen fell asleep almost immediately after her head rested on my shoulder.

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In the morning I brought Karen coffee in bed.

"What did you do to me last night?" Karen smiled.

"You mean your little workout" I replied.

"Little workout!"

"Is my whore finding the going tough?"

"Your little whore's not sure what hurts most; her pussy or her ass. Even my knees and elbows have carpet burns"

"You do moan"

"You seemed to like my moaning last night"

"Are you ready for more?" I asked

"No way but I can see you are" Karen said nodding toward my cock.

"How about something before work" 

"I really am a bit sore. But you haven't made my jaw ache yet so I could complete the set"

I lay down and Karen rolled across me.

She then proceeded to give me a slow and leisurely blowjob. When I came Karen swallowed it all and cleaned me up.

She then moved around and kissed me "Can I have my coffee now" She asked with a naughty grin.

Nothing much happened for the remainder of Wednesday and in the evening we just had a quiet night in with a slow missionary fuck before sleep.

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Thursday morning we overslept a little and had to rush to the office, but not before I had secretly stashed the 8" vibrator into a bag to bring with us.

The morning was pretty busy sorting out deliveries for a contract in Coventry. At lunchtime I phoned the local pizza delivery place and ordered a large pizza for the two of us.

After we had eaten I turned to Karen and said "I think I could do with a little lunch-time entertainment".

"What did you have in mind" Karen replied with that naughty grin.

"Well I thought you could strip-off, lie on the table in the office and put on a little show for me"

"Oh you did, did you?" Karen said looking slightly surprised by my request.

"Here's a little something to help" I said handing her the bag.

"Oh, so you planned this. But what if someone comes-in"

"Just get on the table, whore" I teased.

"Yes sir" Karen saluted.

Karen walked into the office took off her clothes, neatly folding them onto a chair (Why do women do that, at times like this?)

Karen then sat on the edge of the table before lying back. "I hope I at least get a good fucking for this" she commented before lifting the vibrator to her lips. 

Karen was not only getting the toy wet with saliva she was teasing me by giving this thing a blowjob.

I took a seat close by and watched intently. 

Karen then moved the toy down her body, turning it on and teasing her nipples with it. Then she slowly moved it down to her thighs and eventually up to her pussy lips. A quiet "Yesssss" escaped her lips as the toy brushed against her most sensitive area.

"I can't believe I'm doing this" she breathed as she pushed the toy inside, arching her back. Karen was clearly as turned-on as I was and was quickly into a rhythm. After what seemed a very short time her breathing became ragged and her hands moved faster. Very soon after that her thighs squeezed together and she let out a gasp as she went over the top.

My cock was rock hard in my trousers and was just about to strip-off and give her the fucking she wanted when the phone rang.

I stood and leaned over Karen to get the phone. Karen made a grab for my cock, through my trousers as I did.

"Hello, J & D Flooring" I answered. Trying to ignore the vigorous rubbing my cock was getting.

It was John. I briefly said hello and asked how things were going but found it hard to concentrate, so I kept the conversation short and passed the phone to Karen. 




The Favour Ch. 02



Nobody moved for a couple of minutes while we caught our breath. Then Pete got up from the bed and walked to the door. 

"Be right back," he said. "Bathroom break."

After he left, I lifted myself from Sharon, my cock slowly pulling from her pussy. Sharon sat up, her legs crossed. Her pussy was gaping wide open, both our juices dripping down over her cunt lips. She looked over at Lisa, who was still on her stomach, her face buried in the bed sheets, her breath coming in quick gasps. 

"Aww, poor, baby," Sharon chuckled, reaching over and running her fingers softly over Lisa's back, rubbing through Pete's come. Sharon brought her hand to her face and licked her finger, savouring the taste of her husband's come. 

"Mmm," she said. She leaned over and softly kissed Lisa's lower back, the skin glistening with sweat and come. Then she stuck her tongue out and ran it through the come, lapping it up. "Oh, yeah."

My cock hadn't really softened much, and as I watched Sharon lick her husband's come off of Lisa's back, I felt it twitch as it started to get hard again. Sharon got up on her hands and knees to give her better access to Lisa's back, and I got up on my knees behind her. I rubbed my hardening cock against her wet pussy, then guided it in, earning a groan of satisfaction from her.

"Oh yeah," she said, looking back from her cum-licking. "Oh my god, Jake, you're hard again already, baby! Mmmm."

I pumped slowly in and out of Sharon while Lisa, now fully recovered, moved over on the mattress so that she was lying, still on her stomach, with her legs spread, exposing her pussy and ass to Sharon's eager tongue. Sharon ran her tongue all the way from Lisa's clit up to her ass, pausing to push her tongue into Lisa's rosebud before moving back down again, earning appreciative moans from Lisa, who started bucking her hips up and down.

I started pumping Sharon harder, squeezing her asscheeks and pulling them apart. Her pink asshole was winking at me with every thrust. I ran my thumb over her puckered opening, which was wet from her juices and my come from our earlier orgasms. Pushing gently, I pressed the tip of my thumb into Sharon's asshole.

"Oh, yeah!" she said, lifting her head from between Lisa's legs and pushing back, forcing my thumb deeper into her asshole. "Jake baby, are you into anal?" she said, looking over her shoulder, a pleading look on her face. "Would you fuck my ass, baby? Please?"

By this time, Pete had returned from the bathroom. "You'd better do it, man," he said, settling down onto the bed next to Lisa's head. She leaned over and took the end of his cock into her mouth, sucking gently. "She won't take no for an answer."

"Well, if I have to," I said, reluctantly pulling my cock from Sharon's pussy. I pressed the head against her soft asshole and pushed slowly, expecting some resistance. To my surprise, the head popped right past her sphincter and Sharon groaned into Lisa's pussy. She raised up onto her hands and pushed her ass back against me, forcing more of my cock into her tight ass.

"Oh yeah!" she said. "Fill me up and just fuck me, Jake!" Before I knew it, I was inside her up to my balls and I slowly pulled out, leaving just the head inside her, then I pushed back in slowly. 

"Harder!" she said, then pulled forward until my cock popped out of her ass. "Wait a second. I want to try this." Sharon turned over onto her back and pulled her legs up toward her chest. "Do it like this, Jake," she said, looking up at me. "I want to see your face while you fuck my ass."

On my knees, I moved forward until I was in position, and I pressed my cockhead against Sharon's shiny, wet asshole. This time my cock slipped in easily and I pushed it in to the hilt until my balls were nestled in the crack of her ass.

"Oooh, baby, yes!" Sharon wailed as I started to pump in and out of her. Her ass was incredibly tight, squeezing my cock as I pulled out, and Sharon's big tits bounced up and down on her chest as I fucked in and out of her. 

As I pumped Sharon's tight ass, Lisa moved over her on her hands and knees in a 69 position. She lowered her head to where Sharon and I were joined and I felt her tongue move over my thrusting cock before she moved to Sharon's pussy, lapping at her clit. At the same time, Pete knelt behind Lisa near Sharon's head and slowly fed his cock into Lisa's pussy, quickly setting up a hard rhythm.

"Mmmmm!" Lisa moaned into Sharon's pussy. I ran my right hand through Lisa's blonde hair and looked across her back at Pete, who was gripping her ass cheeks as he plowed her hard. Underneath her, Sharon was repaying Lisa's favour and was sucking her friend's pussy.

"Oh yeah, baby," Pete said at one point, "suck my balls. Mmm, oh yeah."

The girls were moaning loudly now and I could feel Sharon's asshole begin to tighten as her orgasm got closer. Suddenly, she released her mouth from Lisa's cunt and threw her head back to the mattress, wailing as her ass clamped tight around my cock.

That was as much as I could stand. I groaned as I felt the hot come start rising from my balls. 

"Wait, Jake, wait!" I looked down at Lisa, who was rubbing my cock, pulling it out of Sharon's asshole. "I want you to come in my mouth. I want to suck your come."

She took the head of my cock in her mouth and quickly rubbed her hand up and down the shaft. With a cry I let go. Lisa took the first spurt in her mouth, then let my cock pop out of her mouth and jerked my cock, aiming it at her face. My come splashed her cheeks and chin, one spurt hitting the bridge of her nose as she started to shake as her own orgasm hit her. Behind her, Pete cried out and pulled his cock from Lisa's cunt. Sharon quickly reached up and pulled her husband's cock into her mouth, moaning as she sucked down his come.

I caught my breath as I looked down at Lisa, who was rubbing my cock all over her face, coating it with my come before taking it back in her mouth and sucking it clean. She then put the head of my cock back against Sharon's wet, gaping asshole and I pushed, squeezing it in, earning a gasp and an appreciative moan from Sharon.

Lisa rolled onto her back on the mattress and Pete climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply as he mashed his soft cock against her soaking pussy. Following his lead, I pressed my softening cock as far as I could get it into Sharon's anus and I stretched out on top of her. Her face was beet-red and glistening with sweat. She was still breathing hard as she reached one hand up and grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulling my head down for a kiss. There were drops of Pete's come all around her lips, and I could taste it on her tongue as we kissed.

"Mmmm," she said, "that was a good answer, Jake."



The Favour Returned to Carey



As close as Carey and I had been before she lent me her husband Mike for sex we became so much closer afterwards. We became total confidants, bosom buddies, and real mates. We chatted on the phone every day and told each other everything. We text and e-mailed each other and met as often as we could. Strangely, in some ways though, despite what we'd done to each other in Norfolk, there was never any hint of us having sex together. It was as if what had happened there had to have Mike included and without him anything between us was not possible.

But it was possible a couple more times when he was there. Not only possible and practical but also actually happened. Not regularly, not a frequent event but over, oh I guess, the next year or so she lent me her husband two more times to provide me with the relief from sexual frustration I needed but felt unable to gain from men I met on dates. And both times she was with us. She was there on the bed as Mike and I made love. She became as naked as we were during the lovemaking. And she joined in. No, I mean we both did. With Mike there Carey and I had the courage, lack of inhibitions, freedom or his blessing, call it what you will, to hold and fondle each other. To kiss and touch, to probe, stroke and caress the other's body. To in effect have the most tender and loving, exciting and stimulating and pleasurable and satisfying three-way sex that I felt was possible. Those nights when the three of us came together were magical times of such closeness and loving sex.

Mike and Carey had been on holiday in the Maldives and South Africa for four weeks. On their return we'd chatted briefly and had agreed to have a long catch up phone chat the next day.

"I bet he's great in bed Mand," she said when I told her I was seeing Brad. 

I'd explained that I'd met him when I went to have some treatment on a strained hamstring muscle I'd got playing tennis. He was in his mid twenties and had only recently moved to the UK from Australia.

"He's such a hunk," I'd explained going on to describe the six foot two inch muscular tanned body. 

"No he's not blonde as well," I'd told her, "but he's got great moody eyes, just like Russell Crowe. And a fantastic tan, good legs and a fabulous arse"

"Trust you to notice that, you always look at men's bums first don't you," she'd laughed. Anyway how did you pull him?"

I explained that as he'd massaged the back of my legs I'd had the most erotic thoughts. My normal vivid imagination had gone into over drive as his hands had slid up my legs.

"I was only wearing my knickers with a towel over my bum," I explained.

"Mmm sound very erotic."

"It was I can tell you. As were the thoughts going through my mind."

"And they were what exactly?" she asked sounding very interested.

"Well to be truthful Carey I was imagining that on one of the times they slid up my leg that he didn't stop."

Carey laughed. "You dirty cow, but what nice thoughts. Did they stop or go on?"

"Of course they stopped."

"So you didn't have an orgasm on his massage table then? Or did he offer extras as the girls do in massage parlours."

"No thankfully for I'm not sure what I might have said to be honest. I really was quite worked up."

"I bet you were for I assumed you were your normal frustrated self."

"You know me too well luv."

"I am getting to Mandy. You know I read a really horny book once that had a fantastic massage scene in it. Hang on a mo it's in the bookcase somewhere." She put the phone down and was gone for a couple of minutes. "It's called The Big Apple by Pat Booth the ex model."

"I know I read a couple of hers they are quite horny aren't they?"

"Well this one was. The massage scene in it was between two women, though."

"Oh really?" I said feeling a little embarrassed for although we'd sort of had sex now several times we never referred to it when together. It was though that was a separate and secret compartment of our lives into which only we and Mike were allowed.

I guessed she felt the same for she changed the subject.

"So how did it go from you imagining his hands on your fanny to him actually doing it? Quite quickly it seems."

"Well yes it was really."

"So come on tell, give me all the gory details, us old married women don't get that sort of thing."

I explained that it turned out that the physio practice he worked for were opening a clinic at my tennis club. He was to be working there a few days later and offered to have a light knock up with me to see if the muscle had mended sufficiently for me to play in a match that was scheduled for the coming week.

He was a very good player and had a great style to his tennis explaining later that he nearly got into his State team when a schoolboy. 

"Did he look good in his tennis gear?"

"Oh Carey he looked fantastic. You know me I'm not that much of a visual person. I don't usually look at a man's physical appearance and fancy him."

"No right. I know you're more into his mind and personality aren't you?" she laughed.

"Yes usually but shit not with him."

"Lust at first sight was it?"

"Mmmm something like that."

"So come on how long did it take to get those well guarded knickers off you? That night or were you respectable and made him wait until the next day?"

"You know I'm a highly moralled, prudish mum Carey I don't do things like that."

"Yeah right. Two days later was it?" she smiled.

"Over a week actually," I said quite strongly trying to retain some dignity. "Bloody crazy isn't I've got a toy boy C."

"And bloody good luck to you to."

Over the next couple of weeks I kept Carey up to speed with my whirlwind relationship with him. I told her most things but not quite how much I fancied him for I was becoming besotted by his sheer sexiness. Not just in his looks but also in his performance for I'd forgotten completely the stamina and recovery powers that young men have. But then I hadn't been with a young man since I was a young woman and that didn't really count for I was so inexperienced then.

The first time we made love was amazing. 

He'd bought me a drink after that few games of tennis and we'd met again the next day at the club. We'd chatted again and had a few drinks. It was then he asked me out. I refused at first for the idea of a thirty eight year old woman going out with a twenty five year old guy somehow seemed, oh what's the word? Unseemly? I wasn't at all sure how I'd feel with others looking at us and thinking of that older woman with her toy boy. I'm very vain like that. 

But he persisted so we had tappas in a little restaurant that was really a little too close to where I lived in Docklands. It was an early dinner and throughout it I was scanning the restaurant in case there was anyone I knew but luckily there wasn't. He walked me home and behaved perfectly just giving me a gentle peck on the cheek.

"Great evening Mand. Do it again soon shall we?"

I agreed but was surprised to get a call from him the next day suggesting lunch that day. I could make it but tried turning him down not wanting to appear too keen for at that time I wasn't as eager for him as I later became. Again though he persisted but I held out saying.

"What the hell do you want to spend your time with an old woman like me for?"

"Well as you ask Mandy, because I think you are a beautiful and extremely sensuous woman and I want to make love to you."

I don't like the phrase but it does sum up how I felt. I was gobsmacked.

"Oh come on," I said.

"No I mean it I've always had a thing for older women and I think you're fantastic."

I agreed to meet him for another early dinner telling him that I had to be home by eight because my daughter was there.

At the dinner he came back several times to what he'd said on the phone about how he fancied me so much. It was quite surprising at how easily such a young guy could say things like, "from the first time I saw you I wanted you," or "you have a body to die for," and "I just so badly want to make love to you," without sounding either, yucky, smutty or just too glib. When it came from him it sounded fine and of course played to my female vanity.

Outside as he walked me home through the dark, fairly deserted streets of Docklands he put his arm round my shoulders. As we got nearer to my apartment block so he held me tighter and as we reached the wrought iron electronic gates he pulled me into a doorway.

"I really do mean all those things I said, Mandy," he whispered as he pulled me against him.

"Yes, yes I'm sure," was all I could manage by way of reply wondering what was coming next. I should have known and probably did really for he kissed me. Not a particularly strong or intrusive kiss but, surprisingly and pleasingly to me, a gentle and tender one. It went on for some time and really was quite pleasant. Then, naturally I suppose, seeing my acceptance of that his hand slid between us and cupped my breast. I felt my body jerk for the sensation on it was strong. Other than Mike, and Carey of course, no one had touched me there for so long. 

"No, no Brad," I said sharply, "not here."

"I'm sorry Mandy," he said pulling his hand and face away from me and smiling broadly at me as he added, "where then?"

I couldn't help smiling at his cheek but ducked the question by saying, as I looked at my watch and seeing it was after eight.

"I have to go now, my daughter will be home."

"I want to see more of you Mandy. When can I see you again?"

"I don't know," I replied hedging my bets by adding, "I'm very busy with work at the moment."

"You can't be so busy to not have some fun can you?"

"No of course not but what with my work, my daughter and playing tennis most of my spare time's taken up."

"Let me have some of it Mandy, please, just a little."

"Look I have to go call me later and we'll talk about it."

Around nine o'clock he phoned. Sarah was doing her homework and I'd just had a shower.

"When we can me meet Mandy?" he asked after we'd chatted for a few moments.

I had to speak quietly for Sarah was in her bedroom and would have her door open as she always did.

"I'm not sure."

"I have to see you soon."

"Brad I really don't know if this is right."

"Of course it is. We need to see each other."

I went on about how daft it was a twenty five year old and a woman of thirty seven dating and he said that age didn't matter at all. We to'd and fro'd along those lines for some time with the conversation gradually becoming more intimate with Brad saying things like

"I hardly think of anything else than you"

"I wake up at night imagining you beside me."

"Your face and your body keep coming into my mind."

I was retorting by telling him not to be silly but inside I was pleased to hear such compliments and receive such flattery.

"OK Mandy can you say honestly that you haven't thought of what it would be like for us to make love?" he asked.

I hesitated for of course I had. "That's not the point," I said rather lamely.

"Yes it is. If you've thought that why not do it? You're young, free and can do what you want. Loosen up a little."

"I'm not like that Brad, I don't just sleep with someone just because of that."

"Then why do you?"

"Well actually I don't anymore."

"What sleep with men?"

"Yes."

"Never?"

"Not any more no."

"When was the last time?"

"That's not really your business is it?

"No I suppose not but I want to learn more about you, I want to get to know, I want to know everything."

I laughed, "Well you won't do that Brad, I'm quite a private person you know."

"Yes I do and that fascinates me."

"Look just give me a chance Mandy?"

"How? What do you mean?"

"Have dinner with me, let's talk, spend the evening together and then if that's all you want to do then fair enough we leave it. OK?"

I eventually agreed. Maybe on purpose I chose a night when Sarah was staying at a friend's house all night, persuading myself that would mean I wouldn't have to hurry home. We arranged to meet at a bar restaurant a few minutes walk from both the clinic where he worked and where I lived.

I pondered on what to wear for I didn't want to dress too young but also I didn't want to be too obviously the older woman out with her toy boy. In the end I chose my old faithfuls, the black leather trousers. Not my newest pair that I'd paid a fortune for in Florence but the older pair. They were thinner and due to me having put on a little weight a little tight, I noticed when I stood in front of the mirror in my hallway dressed just in them. I saw that the waistband dug into me bit and that across my bottom they were stretched but OK. As I was checking them out I looked at my boobs that always when my weight is going up are the first parts of me to balloon. I found myself thinking, "I hope he likes big boobs and not the little pimples that the stick-like young girls he's probably used to have," for standing their topless they looked more double D than their normal between C and D. I shut such thoughts out of my mind. "I'm only having bloody dinner with him," I reminded myself.

But of course it wasn't just dinner. Of course it wasn't just a chat. And of course it wasn't just an evening together and then leave it. No it was a friendly, romantic, highly sexually charged dinner followed by more sex in a few hours than I would have imagined possible. 

He fucked me the first time in the lounge of my apartment. He fucked me less than ten minutes after we'd got there. He fucked me bent over the back of my sofa. Bent over, my trousers around my knees my top open and my thong pushed to one side. And he fucked me so well my orgasm was enormous.

It didn't stop there for then we went to bed. We made love less than an hour later and then again after another hour or so. I had forgotten the recovery powers of younger men and the stamina they have. I'd also forgotten what it was like to be crushed against such a lithe, toned, muscular and fit body. And of course I'd forgotten what it was like for a man's erection to return after such short periods. True, just before he left at around one he needed some help that my mouth readily provided.

During the next few weeks I saw that not only the quantity that he could supply was so good but also the quality was great as well. He was imaginative, adventurous, considerate and just so fucking sexy that I couldn't get enough of him.

"Be careful luv," Carey said when I was telling her about him, "I can't have my best friend falling for a young Aussie stud he might whisk you off down under."

"It's not like that at all Carey. I don't look at him like that," I tried explaining.

"So what is it then?"

"Well for the first time in my life it's purely sex, I've never felt that before. Is that bad?"

"No, not at all, I think it's bloody marvellous. I know how difficult it's been for you adjusting to life and sex after Kevin and I think it's great you've found a fuck buddy and particularly one like Brad."

In subsequent chats with my friend I told her that Brad and I did little other than have sex. We rarely went out anywhere.

"Actually I do feel strange being seen with a guy that's so obviously younger than me. Silly I know."

"Still what the hell it means you get to spend more time in bed with him doesn't it? Lucky girl."

"True I suppose."

"Tell you what bring him round to dinner with Mike and me."

"I see what you mean Mandy," Carey said on the phone the day after we'd had a lovely evening with her and her husband. 

Despite Mike being some fifteen years older than Brad, they'd got on ever so well particularly as they both had a great love of cricket that they talked about endlessly. Being in advertising Mike and Carey were both very easy going with carefree attitudes and a very liberal, non-judgemental approach to life apart from with regard to Kevin, my ex. They'd known him quite some time and felt almost as much let down as I did when they heard of his philandering ways after the divorce. 

It was talking about him and how what he'd done to me had so fucked up my attitude towards dating, sex with men post him and emotional entanglements with them that had led to that amazing time at their cottage in Norfolk. That incredible moment when she offered to share Mike with me. Those fantastic hours when the three of us lay on their bed slowly and tenderly making love. That beautiful time when Mike was inside me and Carey was holding me, kissing me and stroking me.

"It was a great evening Carey, thanks so much. It really was nice for Brad and me to go out like a normal couple."

"You are a normal couple you should go out more together."

"I know but I feel as if people are looking and making judgements and that makes me feel funny."

"You daft bitch Mandy. Anyway I think he's gorgeous, I could quite fancy him myself."

Laughing I replied, "Well you can always borrow him Carey, one good turn deserves another doesn't it?"

"Really Mandy? I'd have to ask Mike," my friend replied seeming to take my offer rather more seriously than I'd intended.

"I was joking Carey."

"Oh were you?" she replied sounding disappointed, "you quite got my hopes up there. Still your stud's got one older woman he wouldn't want two would he?

"I don't know about that I think Brad fancies anything female, he's quite a letch really but at least an honest one. He's very up front as most Aussies are."

"So what did you think of Carey and Mike?" I asked Brad the next afternoon as I lay in his arms naked having just been royally rogered.

"Great, lovely people, I had a smashing time. I like Mike, he's a great guy, not too stuffy like many Brits his age."

"And Carey?"

"Oh she's great, beautiful and intelligent what more could you want?"

"You sound as if you were quite smitten," I said as I ran my fingertips down his flat stomach and into the thick thatch of brown pubic hair.

"Don't be daft she's your friend."

Smiling as I felt his erection growing in my hand I replied, "oh yeah as if that would stop you."

"Of course it would."

"OK but if she wasn't my best friend would you fancy her then?"

"Oh well that would be different, of course, she's gorgeous."

"Would you try to pull her as you did me?"

"I guess so if the opportunity was there," he replied pushing his erection in and out on my hand gently as his hand cupped one of my breasts.

"But she hasn't got tits like these has she?"

"No but hers are lovely," I replied not thinking.

"You've seen 'em then have you? Mmmmmm naughty but what a thought."

Thankful that he couldn't see my face for I was sure I was blushing I lied, "we've been topless sunbathing."

"Oh bugger my mind was racing then," he said thrusting harder with his cock in my hand.

"You're incorrigible Brad," I said softly as I rubbed him a little harder, "thinking of Carey and me like that."

"Actually Mand I am thinking of that right now you know."

"What thinking of her and me making love?" I whispered as I felt his prick straining in my hand.

"Yes and what a fantastic vision, you me and Carey in a threesome."

"You randy sod," I smiled as I continued pumping his delicious cock in my hand. The thought, though, that he put into my head of being with him and Carey certainly made me feel even more aroused.

"I can see her shorter blonde hair falling across your tits Mandy as she kisses them. Her slimmer body, pert tits and great arse all naked as we all make love," he muttered thickly pushing me off and kneeling beside me taking his cock in his hand. He went on as he pumped himself. "God I'd love to fuck the pair of you at once as you play with each other."

"Like that Brad," I sighed taking my breasts in my hands as he leaned forward.

"Yes just like that, her hands holding your big tits Mandy that I want to cum on."




The Favour Returned to Carey



"Yes, yes Brad come on my tits," I moaned as my fingers found my clit, "cum on my big soft tits."

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

"Yes cum for me Brad, cum on me."

"I am, I'm cumming on both yours and Carey's tits Mandy."

And then the stream of sticky, acrid whiteness shot out of his cock and splattered all over my breasts and nipples. There was so much of it. It was everywhere. He leaned further forward rubbing the bulbous tip of his cock into the mess sending me completely over the top.

"Why don't you bring Brad up to the cottage for a weekend?" Carey had asked a couple of weeks ago,

It was actually a fairly strange experience sitting at dinner with three other people all of whom I'd had sex with. Brad and I had arrived on the Friday evening around eight and Carey had cooked a nice, light meal that we'd just finished. We had a few drinks and chatted a lot. Conversation was easy and we all got on well.

"You know the more I see him the more I like him," Carey said when we were in the kitchen washing up.

"Well I know he likes you as well C."

"How, you been talking about me?"

"Well of course, remember we have few friends as a couple, well actually we only have you two."

"Oh no others, none of his?"

"He keeps asking me to go out with some of his friends but for Christ's sake they're all in the mid twenties, I can't do that."

"You could Mandy, forget the age difference and anyway you can easily pass for twenty eight luv."

"Oh yeah in the darkness maybe."

We laughed as we cleared up talking of a number of things but with the conversation coming back several times to Brad.

"So not too much noise in bed tonight young lady," she smiled as we just about finished. "If I hear you moaning too loudly I'll be jealous."

Brad and I were very quiet as we made gentle, easy love that night. And we only did it once which was something of a rarity.

"Must be the Norfolk air," I smiled cuddling up to him as we drifted off to sleep with me feeling very at peace with everything. I was actually sleeping with my boy friend, and that word didn't come easily to me, we were with our friends and we had a nice weekend ahead of us. It was also quite a rarity for us to spend the entire night together and that in itself was a wonderful bonus. It was such a delicious feeling to slide off to sleep sexually satisfied laying in his arms my breasts against his firm youthful chest.

We had a great day on the Saturday. We drove to one of the local Broads and took a boat trip all round it seeing the beautiful countryside and amazing wild life and plants and flowers. We had a snack in a little cottagey restaurant, well café really, overlooking another Broad and then drove to a small town and looked round the antique shops before going back to their cottage to get ready for dinner. As we were going to a restaurant in the next village we cabbed it both ways having a superb and fairly boozy dinner in a really nice restaurant.

"Well that really was a great day, thanks to both of you," Brad said lifting his brandy in a toast when we were back at the cottage around ten that evening.

We were lounged around in the surprisingly large main room in the cottage with Brad and Carey on one sofa and Mike and me opposite them on another.

"You're very welcome and I'm glad you enjoyed it Brad," Mike replied.

"It has been good hasn't it?" Carey chimed in, "it's almost as if I've had the toy boy. Have you noticed how we seemed to sit not next to our partners nearly all day?"

"So we have," I remarked thinking of the time on the boat, in the car and at both restaurants.

"Yes even one of the passengers on the boat said to me about my partner, looking at Mandy, moving so they could get by," Mike offered.

"Well, and now," Brad said indicating with his hands how we were sitting together.

"Gave me quite a thrill I can tell you in the restaurant," Carey said adding, "all the people thinking I was with a virile, young man instead of my old fogy."

"Hey not so much of the fogy if you don't mind," Mike said making us all laugh.

"It's nice to have such friends," I said a little childishly really but I did really mean that as I went on, "don't you think Brad?"

"Yes very nice indeed," he replied.

"And it is for us as well to have two love birds with us isn't Mike?"

"Sure is."

"I wonder how it happened?" Carey asked presumably posing the questions at all of us?

"How what happened?" Brad asked.

"That we paired off as we did."

"No idea," Brad replied, "I'm a physio not a psycho, you know."

"Maybe, "Carey started a little hesitantly as she lowered her eyes, "there's some form of subliminal message in it?"

"Such as what?" Mike asked.

"Well I'm not sure but possibly that we should continue it for a while longer."

I looked at my friend wondering just what the hell she was on about. I didn't have to wait long to find out.

"Longer?" Mike said. "We'll be off to bed soon."

Carey lifted her eyes up and, scanning round the room catching each of our gazes in turn, she smiled, as she let her silent message gradually sink in.

"What?" I couldn't help saying fairly sharply a little annoyed and very surprised at what my friend was implying or, what I thought she was.

"How do you mean?" I heard Brad ask.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell," Carey continued stretching the word out meaningfully, "seeing how we get on so well with our non partners I thought well, er, you know."

"You mean stay with them for the night?" Mike interjected.

"Just an idea, love," Carey said softly.

I noticed that where she was sitting with her feet drawn up under her bottom, her hip was pressing quite firmly against Brad's legs and he certainly hadn't done anything about it. I also realised that I was lounging back on the sofa my skirt well up my legs with my hand unconsciously resting on Mike's leg. His arm was draped along the back of the sofa his fingers dangling down brushing against my shoulder. None of this had seemed unnatural just friendly and, well, nice I suppose, that is until Carey's bombshell.

"D'you mean this Carey?" Brad asked looking at me.

"Why would you like me to?" she replied looking from Brad to me and back again.

"Jeez, strewth, I dunno. I've never thought about it. You guys done this before?"

"Actually yes we have," Mike said making me feel a little disappointed for I'd sort of thought that what the three of us had done was as new to them as it had been to me. He went on. "Not often, in fact very rarely." He paused looking from Brad to me and then went on as he took a deep drag on the big cigar he smoked each evening. "And then only with close and special friends as we think you both are."

As he said that he let his hand fall more obviously onto my shoulder and said. "And Mandy you know you're very close and special to us don't you?"

I turned and smiled at him in agreement not knowing what to say and wondering whether he would say anything in front of Brad about the three of us making love.

"Wow, bloody hell you Brits aren't as stuffy as we sometimes think are you?" Brad blurted out.

I saw Carey's fingers rest lightly on his wrist as she looked right into his eyes and said softly. "No we have hidden depths you know Brad."

I was actually feeling a little left out of things as the three of them discussed this quite outrageous but nevertheless strangely exciting idea. I did though also feel that my views on it were kind of being ignored and that Mike and Carey seemed to be taking my agreement somewhat for granted.

Rather haughtily I said. "Well some of us do I suppose."

"Look there's no pressure Mandy," Mike said quietly his hand brushing along my shoulder, "if you're not up for it that's fine, we'll understand."

I looked at Brad enquiringly and he raised his eyebrows. 

"What do you think Brad?" I asked.

"Oh shit Mands don't lay it all on me. You know what I'm like."

I couldn't help laughing. "Yes I do so Carey you'd better get your knickers off now."

They all laughed.

"So is that a yes Mandy?" Mike asked.

I again looked at Brad and this time I raised my eyebrows asking his view. I wasn't in the least surprised to see him smile and slowly nod.

"Well as Brad seems keen I suppose it is then," I said in almost a whisper amazing myself at how coolly I was agreeing to partner swapping.

"Great, that's fantastic," Mike gushed.

Carey looked at me with a really loving and sincere look on her face as she said softly directly to me. "Are you sure luv? Are you sure you'll be comfortable with this?"

I smiled and nodded that I was.

Mike asked, "you ok with it Brad?"

"Sure, yes of course if everyone else is in then I'm in for certain," he replied, beaming his big smile at Carey and placing his arm around her shoulders

"Just one rule mate," Mike said.

"What's that?"

"We all stay in the same room all the time. You cool with that Brad, Mandy?"

We looked at each other and we both nodded my heart starting to pound a little at the thought that might mean that Carey and would do something. I also found the prospect of Brad watching me have sex with Mike oddly exciting. But not as exciting as I found the thought of seeing my best friend screwing my lover.

My feelings and my reasons for the excitement that started to rush through me were all confused as Brad stood up and walked over to me. Bending down he put his hands on my shoulders and looking into my eyes he whispered.

"Are you absolutely Ok with this luv?"

"Yes, yes I think so. Are you?"

"Well yes I am, of course but only if you are."

"No I'm OK Brad, I'm fine."

Just before he kissed me he said. "Thanks Mandy."

Brad walked back to where Carey was sitting with her feet still tucked under her bottom. She looked absolutely gorgeous and, I have to say, aroused and so available as well. Her skirt had ridden right up her slim, tanned legs so that she was almost, but not quite, flashing her panties. The way she was slightly leaning forward meant that the buttoned up blouse was gaping away from her and through its thin, silky material I could see the twin indentations of her nipples. Her blonde hair was falling down onto her shoulders and her big eyes flitted from Brad, to me and then to her husband. As Brad sat beside her she looked at him her full lips opening in anticipation, I assumed, of him kissing her.

Mike put his fingers around my chin and turned my face towards him.

"I'm ever so pleased Mandy," he whispered as his face moved towards mine. 

Just as he kissed me I saw out of the corner of my eye that Brad and Carey were also kissing. At first that disturbed me a little. I was sort of jealous, I suppose, but that really was ridiculous for as I felt that rise in me so Mike was kissing me.

As well as feeling that tinge of jealousy I also experienced a range of other emotions as Mike's and my lips ground together in an easy and surprisingly deep kiss. 

Being in a room with three people to whom I'd previously made love several times was a strange feeling. Knowing Mike's and Carey's bodies almost as well as I knew Brad's was odd. I'd never been in such a situation and the idea of seeing each of those in such close up naturally aroused me. That feeling was added to by the thought that soon I would see my best friend and my current lover naked and making love to each other. I also felt an amazing closeness to all of them. This didn't seem to me to be at all sordid or deviant. We weren't about to do anything wrong or perverse for there was such a bond between, on the one hand, Mike, Carey and me and on the other, between Brad and me, that this seemed a logical coming together of the two groupings. That my friend had been so loving and considerate to me to lend me her husband on several occasions made her wanting to borrow my lover such a natural thing for me to accept and to so readily and willingly provide. 

Yes I did also feel a little put out at learning that my friends had done this sort of thing before. But I quickly accepted that if they had such sophisticated tastes as to be able to do with me what they'd done several times then it was inevitable they would have been involved in liaisons such as this before.

I was as well experiencing terrific anticipation. As my arms went round Mike's neck and as we continued to kiss enthusiastically I wasn't sure, though, just what I was expecting to happen so perhaps most of that feeling was to do with not knowing just what we'd do. And for some reason that made me tingle with expectancy.

We were all pleasantly mellow from the wine in the restaurant and the brandies we'd sipped since we'd been back and that had loosened certainly my and, I suspected, the others inhibitions as well. So it didn't take long for Mike's and my embrace to become closer and more passionate. I felt his hands on my breasts and on my hips and tummy. I ran mine over his chest and into his shirt. My top came undone and his fingers slid into my bra. His shirt was undone and I pulled it out of his trousers. 

As we fondled and slowly started to undress each other so I would occasionally look across the few metres to where Brad and Carey were lying on their sofa. As I did so I'd catch one of their gazes as they looked at Mike and me. This seemed to be an important feature of what we were doing. It wasn't just the lovemaking with our partner that was the turn on it was two other aspects as well. 

To have onlookers as I was undressed and made love to seemed to add considerably to the feelings of anticipation and arousal. And this was compounded by being able to watch what the others were doing. So the combination of the exhibitionism with the voyeurism created a pretty heady cocktail to pile on top of the excitement I was gaining from Mike.

Mike was quicker with me this time than he had been on the previous occasions. Perhaps more confident having undressed me before, possibly reacting to this situation or maybe he was just very eager. I didn't know nor care really for as my top came off I saw that Brad had undone Carey's and, as I'd suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra. Our eyes met as our partners starting caressing and then using their mouth on our breasts. Seeing Carey's small boobs with the prominent nipples that were strikingly erect being sucked and licked by my lover was a sensational view and it made me want mine to be in Mike's mouth so that Carey and Brad could see that. 

It didn't take long for Mike's hands to start fumbling with my bra clasp, a task that so few men seem able to cope adequately with. I leaned forward and put my hands round my back and did it for him noting how Carey watched my full breasts burst free from their restraint. For some time, as good lovers do, both men concentrated on the pairs of boobs before them and my body delighted in the lovely feelings going through it from Mike's hands and mouth on my nipples. My mind also revelled in seeing Brad suck, in the greedy way I knew so well, on Carey's engorged buds, on seeing her look at me and watching Brad glance up and see what Mike was doing. 

There was little or no talking. Apart from the beautiful string concerto music oozing from the stereo, the rustle of clothing, the occasional sharp intake of breath and the frequent low moans and gasps there was no other sound. It was as if the closeness and the intimacy prevented the talk that lovers often indulge in and that just added to the very heavily charged erotic atmosphere.

"Oh my God," did though break the silence causing Mike and me to look across at the others. 

Brad had pushed Carey's skirt up so that it was bunched around her waist and at first I thought that his hand that was on her panty covered mound had caused her to use that expression. But on closer examination, which was just about possible in the very dim light, I saw that her hand was in Brad's trousers and her fingers were around his erection. I knew that it would be the extreme hardness and the size that would have caused her to say that for my feelings had been the same the first time I'd felt and seen him. Brad is remarkably well endowed.

"Oh Mandy," Carey muttered looking over as Brad did as well so that the four of us were staring at each other. "You didn't tell me about this did you? Eat your heart out Mike," she added smiling at her husband jokingly as she pushed Brad's trousers and boxers down.

He was of course stunningly erect and in the half light it looked even bigger than the eight inches he claims. 

"I'm leaving you right away lover," she said jokingly looking at Mike as her hand ran up and down Brad's length.

Carey has that knack of saying the appropriate things at the right time and this little exchange lightened the atmosphere sufficiently so that all of us lost any minor inhibitions we may still have had.

Mike and I smiled at each other not saying anything but continuing to cast glances at our partners as he slid my skirt off and I helped him with his trousers. Both Carey and Brad were by now naked I could see and it seemed to become important to Mike and me to be in the same state. My panties and his boxers came off at almost the same time so that the four of us were now all nude.

The combination of me being naked and of having Mike's bared body in my arms and against me as Carey and Brad looked at us with seeing the pair of them equally undressed was such a turn on. It seemed to affect all of us for as much as we looked at the one we were making love to we also continually peered across the room at the others.

To have Mike lay on top of me squashing my breasts and positioning himself between my legs as Brad looked at that scene was fantastic. To see my best friend under the naked body of my lover his gorgeously pert arse moving as he pressed his cock against her stomach and mound was an amazing sight. 

To feel my best friend's husband nuzzle the tip of his erection against my lips as I opened my legs to accommodate him in the knowledge that both my best friend and my lover would be watching was an incredible sensation. As was hearing the deep sigh from Carey and the familiar grunt from Brad that indicated that he was in here. I saw her legs wrap around him and caught her eye as Mike surged up me. We smiled and Carey mouthed silently.

"OK?"

I nodded as simultaneously Mike and Brad fucked Carey and me.

Neither were particularly long or noisy fucks. It wasn't a time for stretched out, languid lovemaking. No what the wonderful scene needed was quick raw sex for all of us. We all seemed to feel that and it wasn't long before Mike was ramming himself in and out of me as energetically as Brad was Carey.

It was unthinkable that I would last long in such a situation. The amazing events of the evening so far meant that my arousal was already at such a height that holding out against the impending orgasm was impossible. It must have been the same for Carey as it was for the men.

So with a series of.

"Oh my Gods."

"Yes, yes, yes," and "I'm cumming I'm cumming," from all of us we had the most amazing mutual four way orgasm that left each of us limp and temporarily sated.

The boys went off to separate bathrooms to clean up and I went to our room to get something to put on.

"Was it Ok darling?" Brad asked as he walked out of the bathroom naked.

"Yes fine," I replied looking at his gorgeous body and realising that I was far from sexually satisfied,

"And for you, did Carey fulfil your fantasy about her?" I asked as I slipped a tee-shirt dress over my head. I didn't bother with underwear for I assumed that we'd either carry on the four of us or Brad and I would go to bed. It then hit me that I might be sleeping with Mike that night or I realised, as my heart started to beat faster all four of us might share a bed.

"It was absolutely bloody amazing, you Brits certainly know how to let your hair down don't you?"




The Favour Returned to Carey



Smiling, as I watched him slide a pair of baggy, blue swimming shorts on, I said coyly. "Well we do have our moments don't we?"

"I've never experienced anything like it," he said taking me into his arms and adding just before he kissed me. "You amaze me Mandy, thanks so much."

As usual when I was in his arms I could feel myself responding to him and pushing him off I said smiling.

"We'd better stop right there Brad or I won't be in a fit state to go back down there."

"Well we don't have to," he replied cupping one of my breasts through the tee shirt dress.

"No come on we'd better."

Back down in the main room Mike had also put shorts on but also a tee shirt. Carey was wearing a silky, pink nighty with thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders. The bodice had some beautiful, white, lace edging on it and was quite tight across her boobs. The thin material clung to them illustrating their shape and showing clearly the indentation of her nipples. It came to mid thigh and when she turned there was no discernable panty line so I assumed like me she was naked under it.

Given that we'd just all made love and that we were still in varying stages of undress the mood was surprisingly bright and I suppose "normal." We chatted away almost as if nothing untoward had happened.

"God I'm hungry," Mike announced.

"Sex usually does that to you darling doesn't it?" Carey beamed. Come on Mands let's see what we can put together in the kitchen."

We made up a cheese platter with bread and olives.

"Jesus Mandy I can see why you're attracted to him. I'd quite forgotten what it's like to be with a young stud."

"You enjoyed him then?"

"Enjoyed it? Fucking hell it was mind blowing, I might run off with him if you're not careful."

I laughed.

"You didn't mind Mike and me suggesting this did you Mandy? I mean we wouldn't have had I felt you and Brad were in love or anything but you had said it was purely sexual. Remember?

"Yes C I do remember and no I didn't mind although of course I was surprised."

"Well naturally but its ok is it? You see I knew you'd be OK with Mike for you have in the past."

"No really its fine Carey," I went opening the bottle of red wine she'd handed to me.

We were silent for a moment or two.

"Have you done this sort of thing much Carey?"

"No as Mike said just a couple of times with other close friends. It can be dangerous you know."

"How?"

"Well you have to have complete trust in each other as Mike and I have. We'd never do anything without the other being involved."

"Oh I see and the other women when you swapped Carey?"

"What about them?"

"Did you er, um do anything, you know like we did?"

Carey turned to look at me. We were standing very close, almost touching. "I did do stuff with them luv but it was nothing like what we did. What we did Mandy," she went on reaching up and running her fingers through my hair, "was very, very special indeed. Surely you could tell that?"

Standing so close to her, seeing the expanse of bare flesh across her chest and her cleavage, the points of her nipples through the silk and her long, bare legs made me feel odd. My heart started to pound as her fingertips trailed across my cheekbone. I could see that my nipples were hardening and I felt a wave of desire for her sweep through me as we stared at each other. My hand, involuntarily almost, reached out and rested on her hip bone. Feeling her flesh through the thin material was gorgeous.

Her eyes boring into mine she whispered. "You could tell that couldn't you darling as you can tell it now can't you?"

"Yes," I whimpered hardly able to breath. "Oh yes Carey I can."

This was like nothing I'd ever felt when with her alone. Yes when I'd been in bed with her and Mike I'd felt strongly drawn towards my friend but so far when he wasn't there we'd had no real contact and nothing sexual at all had happened between us. But standing there in that kitchen the sexual vibes bouncing from one to the other were enormous.

"Oh God Mandy, oh my God," she breathed.

"Yes Carey yes," I whispered back.

I think both of us took a small step forward though it may have been just her or me. I wasn't sure. But somehow we were standing so close that the clearly enflamed tips of our breasts were almost touching. Her hand was still stroking my hair and mine was resting on the swell of her hip gently rubbing it.

"Oh Amanda," Carey breathed her hand slipping from my face the back of her fingers tracing across my breast, "I so want you."

"Yes Carey," I moaned quietly feeling such an intense surge of feelings for her, "I want you to."

"But we can't darling," she whispered kissing me softly on my cheek.

"No, no. I know we can't luv," I replied running my fingers up and down her silk covered hip.

"Unless that is? No. No we couldn't," Carey said moving away a little.

"What Carey? What couldn't we do?"

"No it's outrageous to even think it."

"What's outrageous?" I asked now full of curiosity and still hugely aroused by my friend.

"Well I couldn't do anything behind Mike's back darling. That's our agreement. Yes we'll make love to others but only with the other present. Just as we did," she explained leaning back against the work surface and thrusting her crotch out unconsciously but so provocatively. The thin material moulded itself to her emphasising the shape and contours of her pubic mound.

"I see Carey, I understand."

She went on slowly and quietly. "But with him present Mandy we could do anything. Anything at all, anything we wanted to.' 

As she said that she moved back close to me again. So close I could smell her perfume and see the little flakes of mascara on her eyelashes. She put her hand on my shoulder and pressed her small breasts against mine. "We could do anything Mandy," she breathed.

We kissed gently. Just brushing our lips together as our breasts merged. She felt and smelt wonderful. "Would you like that darling?"

"Oh yes," I whined feeling her nipples pressing into mine. "Yes Carey I would."

"But," she began and then hesitated, "that would mean us having to have Brad there as well wouldn't it?"

"Oh shit yes," I said the spell breaking a little. We were quiet for a moment just savouring our bodies being so close. And then she hit me with the bombshell.

"Could you make love to me Mandy in front of Brad?"

The words crashed into my mind. They erupted into my brain and rushed through it. Part in shock and part I have to say in excitement.

"Oh God I don't know."

"Would you like to make love to me Mandy with Mike and Brad looking on and maybe joining in?"

The thought oddly enough wasn't that disturbing. I remembered from when I'd masturbated Brad that he'd fantasised about Carey and me together so I knew he wasn't in principal against lesbian sex, but then what man is? 

"I just don't know luv," I told her.

"So the idea doesn't offend you Mandy?"

"No, no it doesn't."

"Ok then," she said with an enigmatic sort of smile as she brushed her lips across mine, "let's go and feed them shall we?"

"So how are you two boys doing?" Carey asked as she leaned forward and placed the tray with the food on it onto the table. As she did so the low front of her nighty gaped so that all of us saw most of both of her small breasts. Despite the fact we'd seen them naked just a few minutes before it was somehow even more erotic now that we were all partly dressed.

"Mmm now that's a lovely sight isn't it Brad?" Mike said pointedly staring at his wife's breasts.

"Wonderful mate."

"Oh stop it you two you've both seen plenty enough of them," Carey said laughing.

"We may have seen plenty," Brad said smiling," but Carey we'll never see enough."

"You Aussie flatterer," she muttered giving him a playful shove.

"Too right love, that's me," he replied. "And while on that subject you both look absolutely fantastic dressed like that and I want to thank each of you for letting me share this amazing experience with you."

"Well that's nice of you Brad, you're very welcome," Carey said handing out the plates for the cheese not at all self conscious about her breasts being stared at.

"But then why should she be?" I thought as I stood to one side the wine and the glasses in my hands, "we've all just screwed together in the same room haven't we for Christ's sake!" It really did seem amazing that we were chatting so innocently when just fifteen or so minutes ago we'd all been having orgasms as the others looked on.

I walked over to where the two men were sitting on chairs either side of the fireplace. I was very aware that without the support of my bra that my tits would be wobbling and my bottom would be jiggling under the thin material of the cotton tee-shirt dress but it didn't seem to matter. It also didn't seem a concern that the outline of each of my nipples that were still erect from the arousal I'd felt with Carey in the kitchen.

Brad looked up and smiled at me as I poured his wine.

"Cold is it Mandy?"

"Oh shut up," I laughed.

"Well something's happening, I wonder what that can be?" Mike chipped in staring right at my breasts.

Carey came and stood beside me.

"Do you really want to know Mike?"

He smiled knowingly for I'm sure he could guess roughly what had gone on out there.

"Of course darling," he said reaching out and running his hand up her leg taking the hem of the nighty up her thigh to almost her crotch. "And I guess you're going to tell us aren't you?"

She put her hand on his and moved it away smiling as she murmured.

"Don't try and start something you couldn't possibly finish darling, well not yet," she said, adding after a meaningful pause, "I don't know about Brad though for remember Mike you've got a young challenger here. What do you think Mand you know your man better than we do. Does he recover this quickly?"

I was very aware of Brad's quite remarkable power of getting hard again but I doubted if even he would be ready so soon.

"Well," I started pausing, "he is quick but not this fast are you luv?"

"Give me a chance or some encouragement and I won't be that long," he said taking it all quite seriously but possibly seeing it as a way to prove his Aussie macho manhood,

"Well that's fortuitous," Carey said moving very close to me.

"What is?" Brad asked.

"You saying you might need some encouragement as Mandy and I were talking about that in the kitchen weren't we Mand?"

"Yes," I stammered feeling a little nervous as I realised what she was probably going to do.

"And we know just how to encourage you both we think," she went on looking into her husband's eyes, for approval I imagined. 

I saw him nod almost imperceptibly and she turned so that we were facing each other standing almost as close as we'd been in the kitchen. I felt those familiar sensations as her eyes met mine and I heard her say very softly. "Don't we Mandy."

"Yes," I breathed making hardly any sound as I felt her hand take mine. Her other arm snaked out and very slowly went round my shoulders. I was trembling from a combination of nerves and sheer excitement as her face moved closer and closer to mine. Her eyes were open looking into mine and I saw her lips part.

"Oh my God, yes," I heard Brad say, "strewth this is fucking amazing."

Then our mouths met and we kissed. It was a tender, loving kiss that went on and on. And as we kissed and our arms went round the other so I could hear the men's breathing and exclamations as they stared at us. Carey's breasts were pressing into mine and as the intensity of the embrace increased so mine completely engulfed hers. I could feel her body touching mine all the way down the front and I felt her bare foot running up the side of my leg. We went on and on with the kiss as though we couldn't get enough of each other which really was quite true.

It seemed incredible that I was in my best friend's arms avidly returning her kisses as my lover and her husband sat just a few feet from where we were embracing. It seemed equally amazing that just over an hour or so after we'd returned from the restaurant so much could have happened. If anyone had said before we left the restaurant that I would within an hour have made love to my best friend's husband in the same room as her and my lover I would have found that incredulous and impossible. And if it had even been muted that just a few minutes later I would willingly have been embracing my friend while the others looked on I would have denied it emphatically.

But it wasn't at all off-putting to be doing what we were doing. It didn't now seem amazing that I was kissing her. Not incredible that my arms were round her and that we were squirming against each other knowingly doing that to arouse the two men. It didn't seem outrageous to feel her hands on the cheeks of my bottom or for me to run mine down her back until mine also reached her pert bum. I didn't feel at all embarrassed as I felt Carey pulling the hem of the tee-shirt dress up knowing that both Brad and Mike would be staring at my bare arse that I was rolling slightly from side to side. No it didn't feel wrong or perverse. It felt wonderful to both be doing it and to have Brad and Mike watching us.

We didn't talk. It wouldn't have been right to say to each other what we were feeling. Our feelings were too powerful. Sex the men would understand the passion and desires we had for each other they wouldn't

I felt Carey pulling the hem up further and further. It went above the cheeks of my bottom, it reached my waist and it went even further.

"She's going to take it off," I thought my heart pounding at the idea of both what she was doing and at the spectre of the two men seeing that.

I felt the dress being pulled up my back stretching at where her pressing against me was restraining its upwards journey. It was now nearly around my shoulders at the back but was still beneath my breasts at the front. Carey broke our kiss and stepped back a little letting the hem at the front rear over my breasts.

"Mmmm," she whispered looking at them. We smiled at each other as she pulled a little more. It seemed the most natural thing in the world. It came completely unselfconsciously to me. Without thinking or considering anything other than wanting to be naked with my best friend, I slowly raised my arms above my head. Carey seemed to take an age to do anything further. Her hands though had slowly slid up my arms until they were holding the material around my wrists and like that she stopped. Her gaze roamed from my eyes to my, now, bared breasts. From them and back to my eyes then all the way down my naked body. Although I was mainly holding her gaze I couldn't resist occasionally glancing at the men and I felt shivers of enormous excitement flood through me as I saw them looking at me. I know that I probably swayed my hips a little and probably I thrust my stomach forward a bit accentuating my nakedness and womanly curves as Carey held me there almost as if exhibiting me to them.

Then slowly with a slight smile on her face she lifted the dress those few inches more so that it slid off my hands and I was totally naked. I heard the material flutter to the floor and felt it fall around my feet as Carey took me into her arms. Her hands ran up and down my back and bottom as my boobs and tummy pressed against the smooth, coolness of the silk of her nighty as, once more, my breasts seemed to wrap their soft bareness around her small, silk covered boobs.

"Now it's your turn," I whispered uncharacteristically for me taking the lead. 

Whether it was because I felt so close to all three of them, or because I felt sexually comfortable in their presence I don't know. But I suddenly felt assured, desired and so wanted. Maybe it was due to me being amazingly, highly aroused or possibly it was simply down to lust. It could, it struck me, have been have caused by them looking on. Of having an audience of me being the centre of sexual attraction. I'd never thought of myself as being a sexual exhibitionist but suddenly it hit me that maybe I was. I was enjoying flaunting my nakedness at them and was becoming more and more excited by being in Carey's arms.

As we stared into each others' eyes I slid the thin straps of her nightdress off her shoulders. Despite knowing that really the garment should be lifted up I started to slide it downwards. I exposed her boobs, pulled it down to her waist and across her flat tummy. The bodice part was a bit of a struggle to get over her nicely rounded, though still, slim hips but I managed it and was soon pushing the pink silk down her legs until it fell in a pool round her feet.

We were both naked now. Both totally bare and we revelled in that. Our arms went back around each other. We kissed. Deep, lip grinding tongue delving kisses as we both became more and more aroused. The men gasped and sighed as our hands slid up down each others' body. Stroking backs, squeezing buttocks and caressing the sides of boobs we slowly sank firstly, to our knees then, right down onto the floor.

We lay side by side kissing and stroking the others breasts. Cupping them and squeezing the soft pliant flesh. We used our mouths and tongues. Gently biting and licking nipples into even fuller eruptions. Slurping, as our mouths sucked at the flesh of the others breasts and at the rubbery hardened nipples, we let our hands wander across the delights of the others body. Across tummies and chests, over soft, rounded thighs and backs and around waists and hips that have that wonderful roundness and beautiful softness that can only be found on another woman.

Lying there naked, the pair of us rolling around on the carpet just a few feet from where our men were looking down on us, it seemed in some ways as if they didn't exist but in other ways they seemed to be the focal point of what we were doing. Well not the focal point, for that was each other, more the reason, the catalyst and the object that we were flaunting ourselves at.

They occasionally said something indicating how exciting they were finding us and quite often they sighed or made little moaning noises as they watched one or the other of us suck on a nipple or slide a hand between thighs that opened so willingly and welcomingly. We'd now and then both glance up at them almost as if seeking their approval. I could see that Brad was hard again for the bulge was very visible in his blue shorts and I wondered, as I sucked on his wife's breast looking over her shoulder, whether Mike had recovered yet. I also thought whether they would join in with us or if their intention was merely to watch. I didn't mind either way for I was now so aroused and felt so uninhibited surrounded by their closeness that, at that moment, it was as if the three of us had found a perfect erotic love. I felt so tender towards each of them and could almost feel their desire and love reaching out to me.

Carey and I were lying on our sides our mouths clamped together our bodies grinding against each other. Our breasts were squashed together and our hands had slipped between our bodies searching and slithering downwards. Mine were on her wetness and hers were sliding back and forth along my soaked lips. We were near to bringing each other off. The panting and moans and the tightening of the others body indicated that we were both very near to climaxing. 

I wanted to cum. I badly wanted that but more so I wanted to make her cum. Make Carey cum for her pleasure, for my excitement and for the thrills and pleasure it would give to the two men. And with three fingers rigid and straightened I pushed them into her and made her cum. I made her cum strongly and wonderfully just at the same time as her rotating fingertip on my clitoris made me climax.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," I moaned as the wonderful feelings flooded through me.




The Favour Returned to Carey



"Mandy, oh Mandy yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," my best friend moaned back.

"Oh shit this is fucking amazing," I heard Brad say as we both convulsed with the sensations roaring through us.

Carey had slipped over onto her back with me lying beside her on my side. She managed to keep her hand between my legs her fingers working marvellously right on my clit as I pushed mine in and out of her. I'd never taken such a dominating position with her before. I'd never led the way or been the controlling one and the sheer power I felt from doing that and the so evident pleasure I was giving her took me to new highs. I could see both Mike and Brad's eyes feasting themselves on my hand as I pumped it in and out of Carey who was bucking and gyrating with her bottom lifted from the floor. 

I could feel the tension in her body increasing and could hear the moans and sighs as her orgasm engulfed her just at the same time as mine flooded through me. I kept on with my fingers, I continued pumping them in and out of her but now more slowly and more deeply. I pushed them as far into her as I could as her thighs clamped themselves tightly round my wrist. Her mouth reached up searching and seeking and I pushed my breast to it letting her teeth encircle my nipple. She sucked that, she sucked it hard taking my swollen bud deep into her mouth and like that I finger fucked my friend to a powerful orgasm right in front of her husband and my lover.

As we both came down from the enormous highs of our mutual orgasms and moved into that mellow, tender emotional post climatic state so the men joined us on the floor. Brad cuddled me to him as Mike took his wife into his arms.

"Oh Mandy, Mandy," Brad whispered holding me tight and so comfortingly. "That was incredible, amazing thanks, thanks."

I couldn't reply for my emotions were overflowing and tears were running down my face as I sobbed and smiled at the same time. I was still holding Carey's hand as Brad kissed me and as she and Mike embraced and also kissed. I felt so close to all of them and hearing Mike whisper words to Carey and having Brad hold me so tenderly it felt as though the four of us had become closer than I would have thought possible.

"Come on you two," Mike said, "I think we'd better get to bed don't you?"

"Mmm what a delicious idea," Carey said as she started to get up adding as she knelt, "I assume you mean all four of us darling?"

"Of course," Mike grunted as Carey ran her hand down his stomach seeking his erection.

"And I can see you're nearly ready for bed darling aren't you?"

The deeply intense spell had been broken by this exchange and I felt a little embarrassed as Carey and I stood there naked looking at each other.

"Let's take some wine and stuff up with us," Mike suggested, "I think it may be quite a long night.

Walking up the narrow stairs my bum just a few inches from Carey's face I felt a little awkward and wondered just what else would happen on this incredible and totally unplanned night.

"Our room Mandy," Carey whispered as we reached the landing closely followed by the two men. In there we both stood alongside the bed as the men brought the wine and glasses cigarettes and ashtray. Carey dimmed the lights and I helped her remove the bedspread placing it on a chest by the window. 

The atmosphere was a little tense for a moment or two as the four of us looked at each other waiting for someone to start something. There's no rules in a foursome are there? There's nothing to go on, no precedents or indicators as to what should happen next. I wondered who I'd next make love to, whose arms I'd be in and whether my next orgasm would be induced by a man or a woman.

As usual Carey had the right words at the right moment to break the ice.

"It seems to me that some of us are overdressed here and it's not you and I is it Mandy?"

"Nope so it must be you two," I replied looking from Brad to Mike and back again. They smiled as Carey went on.

"I reckon they're a little shy," she said.

"Perhaps they need some help?" I offered.

"Yes that's it," Carey said smiling at all of us, "they're shy and need some help so we'd better give it to them hadn't we Mandy?"

Carey moved over to Brad and, rather dramatically I thought, fell to her knees in front of him as she said. 

"OK then I'll help Brad and you help my old man"

Laughing at the light way she could treat such a serious topic I moved the couple of paces so that I stood right next to Mike.

"Oh my God," I heard Carey say as I put my arm round her husband turning when I heard the tone of her voice.

She'd pulled the waist band of Brad's shorts down and was staring at his cock that was massively erect.

"Oh Jesus what a sight," she said almost to herself as she took it in her hands.

I looked at Mike and said quietly, "I guess I should do the same shouldn't I Mike?" as I ran my fingers down his tummy towards his bulge.

"Well luv you won't find the same thing as my wife has you know, some of us aren't twenty five any more," he replied surprisingly lightly as my hand found the, at best, half erect penis in his shorts.

I felt a little sorry for him up against such a stud as Brad and said.

"Never mind just make it more interesting for me to get you ready won't it? Lay on the bed Mike."

As I slid his shorts off I could see that Carey was licking and kissing Brad's erection. She had her arms around his hips and was pressing herself against him seemingly revelling in his size and hardness. He had his hands in her golden hair ruffling it and leaning back as he sighed at the feelings her mouth was giving him.

I looked at Mike and said, "maybe that's what you need Mike?"

"Mmm I think I probably do."

Just as I took his semi hardness in my hand and was bending my face towards it I felt Carey alongside me.

"My old man having a bit of trouble is he? I really will have to get a younger model," she said also bending her face towards his penis.

We both licked him as Brad came over and standing beside us caressed the pair of us at the same time. It was a wonderful feeling. Carey's body against me, our faces and lips touching as between us we licked and kissed his, thankfully, growing manhood at the same time as which Brad's hands rubbed and fondled both my and Carey's breasts at the same time.

At last he was hard and we were all ready. But ready for what I wondered as I knelt alongside Mike on the bed?

That was answered in such a fantastic manner for over the next few hours we had the most amazing night of lovemaking it's possible to imagine.

We made love to each other, in pairs, in threesomes and as a quartet. I had full sex with Mike again and then with Brad. They were interspersed by wonderful moments with Carey as the men recovered and fantastic times as she and I kissed and caressed each other as the two men pressed themselves against us. At times I couldn't tell whose hands and mouth were on me or whose penis was in my mouth or between my breasts. It was as if I lost the ability to know the difference between my lovers for they almost became one. Where I ended and they began lost all meaning for our bodies felt as though they merged into one mass of sensitive aroused flesh.



The Favourite



I watched Becky surreptitiously from over the top of my book. My older sister wasn't paying any attention to me; she had her headphones on and was busily tapping away at the keyboard on her computer. She was so used to me hanging out in her room with her that I felt like she didn't even register my presence half the time.

Becky's room hadn't initially been a bedroom, and had only been converted when our parents decided we were getting too old to share one anymore. I'd been distraught at the time of the move. I'd loved sharing a room with my big sis, though I understood that she wasn't quite as enamored with the arrangement. Everyone needs a little privacy now and then when going through their teenage years.

Even though I was eighteen now, I still felt like an awestruck little girl around Becky sometimes. She must have understood that on some level. I told her I liked to hang out in her room because it was bigger and nicer than mine, which was not entirely a lie. On the surface she appeared to accept that excuse, but I was sure she knew better.

I squirmed a little deeper into the beanbag chair I was occupying and tried to go back to my book. My sister was beautiful, in my opinion, but that didn't adequately explain why I sometimes got hypnotized by her. She wasn't even doing anything interesting, but I felt like I could have stared at her all evening without getting bored.

"Hey Allie?"

I startled slightly at being addressed. I'd been lost inside my head and unprepared for any interaction.

"Yeah?"

"Does 'sequitur' have an 'e' or an 'o' at the end?"

I thought for a second. "Pretty sure it's a 'u.'"

"Oh, yeah. That looks right. Thanks."

Becky went back to typing, but now that I'd had her attention for a moment, I was loathe to part with it.

"You working on something for a class?" I asked.

"Yeah. Got a paper due soon. It's pretty important. Like, ten percent of my grade for the class, or something like that."

"What's the topic?"

"Nosy sisters. I figured I should write what I know."

Becky's tone was light, more teasing than annoyed, so I didn't mind the rebuke. I decided to drop the subject anyway. She was busy and clearly wanted to get work done more than she wanted to banter with me.

A few minutes later, our older brother Mike walked in. He gave me a funny look when he saw me, which I thought was weird because he should have been used to me being in Becky's room.

"Hey Mike," Becky greeted him over her shoulder.

"Hey. You got a minute? There's something I want to ask you."

"What is it?"

Mike glanced at me again. "I mean, like, privately."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for making me feel wanted," I grumbled.

Becky twisted around in her chair. "Don't worry, Allie. You were here first." She turned to Mike. "If you want to ask me something, do it. Otherwise it can wait 'til later."

I frowned at the emphasis she put on 'later.' It kind of sounded like the two of them knew something I didn't and needed to discuss it when I wasn't around. I got that impression around them just frequently enough to find it irritating.

"Alright, fine, I'll wait," Mike said after considering his options. "I don't know why you two are always hanging out together. You have your own rooms and everything."

"Becky's is way bigger," I said automatically.

"It's not like you need much space," Mike teased. "You're only little."

He ruffled my hair in a pseudo-affectionate manner. He just wanted to make me straighten it out again. I did my best to ignore him until he'd left the room.

"Why's he gotta be a jerk like that?" I said once Mike was gone.

I ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to restore order. I had no way of knowing how successful I was. Becky smiled at my distress, then took pity on me. She stood up and grabbed her hairbrush from her dresser before walking over to me. I dropped my hands to my lap as she knelt behind me.

"He only picks on you 'cause he gets a reaction, you know."

"I know."

Becky smoothed my hair with her hand before gently running her brush through it. I relaxed and let her mother me. It felt kind of nice; nice enough that I almost felt thankful toward Mike instead of annoyed. Almost.

"He doesn't have to make it so obvious that he likes you better than me," I said, determined to find fault in my brother's behaviour.

"That's a little hypocritical."

I frowned. "What?"

"Allie, how much time do you spend hanging out in my room?"

"I-"

"Have you spent even half as much time with Mike as with me lately?"

"But... I..." I gave up and shook my head. "No."

"Didn't think so."

"But we're sisters. It's different. Isn't it?"

I squeaked as Becky's brush caught a tangle in my hair.

"Sorry," she said, stroking the affected spot tenderly with her hand. "And yes, I guess it is different. Still, you can't blame him for being a little jealous. How would you feel if he was the one always in here instead of you?"

I didn't have a response to that. I'd never considered that Mike could be jealous of me, especially in regard to our mutual relationships with Becky. I still wasn't sure I believed it, but I clearly wasn't going to win the argument either way.

"So what did he want to ask you about?" I said instead.

"How would I know?"

"I don't know, but you seemed like you knew. It was pretty much just like you didn't want to say anything in front of me."

I felt a small pang of self-pity. I hadn't meant my words to sound as pathetic as they did.

Becky was silent for a moment, long enough that I thought she wasn't going to answer. She was still brushing my hair in long, smooth strokes, even though it must have been fixed by then.

"He's been having girl troubles," Becky said at last. "I assumed that's what it was about. Nothing he'd want to talk about in front of you. I wasn't about to kick you out though. You were here first."

"Oh. Well... thanks." I considered the matter briefly. "Is he really having girl trouble? I haven't heard anything about that."

"No reason you would have."

"I... no, I guess there isn't."

Becky kissed the top of my head, then stood up. She dropped the brush back on the dresser before turning to her computer. She hesitated for a moment, went to her bed instead and lay down with a groan.

"I don't feel like going back to work," she said.

"'Kay. You wanna do something else?"

"Um... I dunno. Maybe. I'm just going to feel guilty if I don't write a little more tonight though."

I got up and went over to sit beside her on the bed. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly open, making it look almost like she was asleep. I admired the lines of her face for a moment, taking the opportunity while she wasn't looking. My sister's features held a certain fascination for me. It was hard not to stare sometimes.

I reached out and gently stroked her hair, mirroring the way she'd smoothed mine. Her lips twitched into a faint smile at the contact.

"I don't look that sad, do I?" she asked.

"No, not really. Just thought it might help."

"How 'bout a back rub instead? You know, as long as you're feeling helpful."

Becky rolled over without waiting for an answer. I adjusted my position so I could comfortably reach her back with both hands. I started off lightly rubbing one of them up and down her spine. She made an appreciative noise, and I felt some of the tension leave her muscles right away. She'd probably just needed an excuse to relax and not worry about her paper for a while.

I gradually built up to using a little more pressure, massaging any areas that felt tight. I wasn't an expert by any means, but Becky's soft moans when I hit the right spot made it easy enough to figure things out.

"Mmm, that feels nice," Becky said. "I shoulda been getting you to do this more often."

I felt myself blush a little. "I wouldn't mind. You know, if you want me to."

She chuckled softly to herself. "I should start charging you a back rub tax for hanging out in here."

I was okay with that idea. I was really getting into the task and I couldn't see any problem with doing it again in the future. It was oddly mesmerizing watching my hands glide across my sister's back and feeling the slow rise and fall of her breathing under my palms.

Becky's shirt had gotten pulled up slightly as I rubbed her, exposing part of her lower back. I'd avoided the bare skin at first, but it looked so inviting. I let my hands drift lower, brushing across the gap between her shirt and pants. Somehow, without consciously deciding to so, I let my fingers slide under the hem of her shirt. It was an instant improvement. Her bare skin was softer and smoother to my touch, and didn't move around the way her shirt did.

"I think you've got the right idea."

Becky's voice startled me. I'd zoned out, focusing on the small expanse of naked flesh that was my play area. I was glad she couldn't see my face, because I was sure it was bright red. I didn't know what it was about my sister that caused such weird experiences for me at times.

Before I could react, she levered herself up onto her knees and pulled her shirt over her head in one swift movement. Without missing a beat, she unhooked her bra and tossed that aside as well before lying back down. I shouldn't have been too surprised since my sister didn't tend to be shy around me, but even after all the years growing up together somehow it wasn't quite as meaningless to me as it was to her. I couldn't help locking my gaze on the side of her breast that was barely visible in her prone position. I didn't know why I even cared-breasts were just breasts-but I did.

"Something wrong?"

"What? Uh... no. Nothing's wrong."

I replaced my hands on Becky's back, biting my lip as the warmth of her skin spread up through my fingers. I wished I could be as cool as her about some things. I felt like such a prude, like I placed far too much emphasis on nudity when clearly it wasn't a big deal in this case. We were sisters; it was fine. Obviously it was fine. Why would it not be?

"You ever feel like you stress out too much over something that's not worth it?" Becky asked.

"Yeah."

"I guess everyone probably does, come to think of it."

"Mm-hm."

Becky let out a low moan as I hit a tight spot that I'd missed before. The sound caused strange feelings inside me. I was getting all confused and uncertain. I liked being able to make her feel good, but the vague, nonspecific worries were starting to build up too much for me.

"Hey, so, um... I should, maybe, grab a shower before bed," I said, grabbing the first excuse to leave that popped into my head.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry, didn't mean to keep you stuck here. I was enjoying myself though."

She flashed me a smile over her shoulder. I returned it as best I could, though my attempt felt weak. I needed to get out of there before my nervousness became any more apparent.

I left the room as quickly as I could without appearing like I was desperate to get out. I was trembling and I couldn't seem to stop. The shower I'd used as pretext started to look like an actually good option. Even if my shivering had nothing to do with being cold, the promised warmth of the water was alluring.

I gave in to my nascent desire and headed for the bathroom. I turned on the shower to let the water heat up, then stripped out of my clothes. Once I was fully naked, I stopped for a moment and examined myself in the mirror.

Physically, I resembled Becky quite a lot; we had the same builds, and our hair was the same colour. However, I felt like my body wasn't quite as developed as hers, like I was stuck being a girl while she gracefully transitioned into womanhood. Maybe that was what had bothered me about her toplessness. I cupped my hands under my breasts and lifted them slightly. I tried to think back and remember if there'd been any hint of jealousy in my reaction to the brief flash I'd gotten. That would have helped explain things, at least.

I eventually turned away from the mirror in frustration. I didn't know what was the matter with me, and staring at myself wasn't helping. Stepping into the shower provided a much quicker, more tangible result. The warm cascade of water on my skin had a cleansing effect; both literally and figuratively. Standing with my eyes closed and letting the water embrace me took my mind off of my troubles far more effectively than analyzing them had.

I slowly rotated in the shower so the water would hit all sides of my body. I lost myself in the moment, concerning myself solely with the pleasure of the heat sinking into my skin. For a few minutes, I was able to forget the world outside the bathroom door.

My thoughts gradually returned to Becky, though in more of a detached way this time. The way she'd smoothly removed her shirt was so clear in my mind that it like I was still there. I could see every soft curve of her skin as it was exposed. I played the scene out over and over. It seemed retroactively obvious to me that I'd overreacted to something. My sister was beautiful; there was no harm in appreciating that.

Emotional balance restored, I began washing myself instead of continuing to let the shower rinse me down. I noted that my nipples seemed more sensitive than usual and I toyed with them briefly, enjoying the way they hardened at my touch. At that point I had to admit that I was kind of horny. I let one of my hands slip lower down my body to my pussy. I cupped my mound, gasping at the thrill that shot through my clit from such limited stimulation.

Clearly I'd become more worked up than I'd realized. I wondered if that had something to do with my earlier weirdness. Being around Becky while she was topless could certainly have been construed as a somewhat sexual experience, or at least my body could have been tricked into thinking so. The strangest things could turn me on sometimes, although this was stranger than most. She was my sister; thinking about her that way was pretty messed up. At least I knew it hadn't been anything conscious and, in all likelihood, was nothing more than a brief moment of confusion.

Whatever the case, my pussy was demanding attention. I rubbed my slit, teasing myself a little before getting down to some serious self-fingering. It was impossible to tell how much of the wetness was my own and how much was water from the shower, but I knew I was contributing a fair amount. Maybe it had just been too long since my last release; that seemed to be the message I was getting.

I traced circles around my clit, brushing it with my fingertip rather than rubbing it directly. I needed to work up to that. Small jolts of pleasure radiated outward when I made contact in just the right way. I bit my lip to avoid moaning out loud. Even though I had my privacy, the bathroom was hardly sound-proof.

As I continued to rub my pussy with one hand, I used the other to play with my nipples. They got so sensitive sometimes that I felt like I could get myself halfway to orgasm solely by touching them. This was one of those times. My clit and nipples seemed to be connected, with any surge of pleasure from the one traveling directly to the others.

In my mind's eye, I saw images of Becky over and over again. Her topless form dominated my brain, my imagination filling in the details I hadn't seen. I was too far gone to care about how messed up that was. She was simply the most recent sexual stimulus I'd had and I was seizing on it involuntarily. I could make peace with it later.

As I neared the end, I grabbed the shower head and fumbled it off its mount. I pressed the spray of water to my pussy, maneuvering one of the jets directly onto my clit. I gasped and clutched at the shower curtain, nearly tearing it down as I struggled for balance. Even though the sensation was exactly what I'd been looking for, it still overwhelmed me.

I managed to hold the shower head steady and let it do its job. The extra stimulation built my orgasm even more furiously. I leaned against the wall and clap a hand over my mouth as an explosion of pleasure rocked my body and threatened to send crashing to the floor. It was intense enough that I had to drop my 'toy' and relieve my pussy from the constant jets of water. It was just too much.

I had to slump down into almost a sitting position as my legs gave out on me. It had been a long time since I'd had an orgasm that wiped me out like that. I must have been in just the right mood for it; the stars aligning kind of thing. I didn't think I'd be able to recreate it easily.

Slowly, shakily, I got out of the shower and dried myself off. I was exhausted and kind of just felt like going to bed. I wrapped my towel around me and walked out into the hallway. I decided I should go see Becky before crashing for the night, if only to reassure myself that my need for release had been the only thing causing weirdness for me earlier. Now that I was calmed down I couldn't imagine ever looking twice at my sister's boobs. It all seemed so silly in retrospect.

Becky wasn't in her room. Her door was open and the light off, but I peeked in anyway just be sure. It was a little disappointing not to find her, but there wasn't much I could do about it since I wasn't in the mood to go searching the house for her. I shrugged and started back to my room. I could talk to her in the morning if I still felt the need.

I paused as I heard a faint noise. It sounded like Becky's giggle, but I couldn't tell where it had come from. I waited silently, straining my ears for any other sounds. Just as I was about to give up, another giggle followed the first. This time I got a sense of its direction. It sounded like it had come from Mike's room.

I padded down the hallway to my brother's door. I felt a little uncomfortable going to his room with only a towel on. Somehow, it made me feel much more nervous than approaching my sister's room similarly attired. They were both my siblings, but, well, it was different.

There were sounds of movement from behind the closed door. I didn't hear any talking, although that didn't necessarily mean anything. Becky may or may not have been in there with Mike; I had no way of knowing. It was none of my business if they wanted to have a private conversation anyway. I certainly wouldn't want Mike snooping around when I had something important to discuss with Becky.

Despite wanting to give my siblings their privacy, if indeed that was what they were looking for, I lingered for a moment. The next sound I heard was confusing. It sounded almost like a moan, but that didn't make any sense to me. I pressed my ear up against the door so I could listen better. There was a long period of silence, long enough that I began to get anxious about eavesdropping, knowing that it would be all to easy to get caught. Then I heard the same noise as before, this time slightly clearer. It was definitely a moan of pleasure, and I could swear it came from Becky.

I backed away from the door, suddenly unsure of myself. I was so confused, and curious, and nervous all at once. I was still standing in the middle of the hallway with my damp hair and only a towel wrapped around me. Whatever was going on in Mike's room, I probably should have just left it alone. I didn't even want to contemplate how embarrassing it would be for someone to stumble on me snooping dressed the way I was.

I couldn't help myself though. I couldn't help the wild speculatory images flashing around the edges of my mind. I had to know what was going on. My hand lifted toward the door to knock and announce my presence.

At the last second I went for the door knob instead. Slowly, carefully, I turned it. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. Trying to stealthily enter an occupied room just wouldn't work. It couldn't possibly. And yet, as I cracked the door ever so slightly, there was no sign of me having been noticed. The only sound that greeted my ears was another soft moan from my sister.




The Favourite



The reason for Becky's pleasure was immediately apparent to me as I pressed my eye to the faint line of light between the door and frame. Once again she was topless, or perhaps less clothed even than that, a fact that stopped my breathing instantly upon my realization. The rest of the scene pierced my brain in stages. Mike was there too, lying underneath Becky. Neither of them seemed to have any clothes on at all. Becky was straddling him and...

I clamped a hand over my mouth as I put it all together. It felt impossible, like a sick dream, but it wasn't. It was real. My brother and sister were having sex.

I pulled my face away from the door, my breathlessness having changed hyperventilation. My heart pounded painfully in my chest as I tried to regain control of my body. My hands shook uncontrollably and my legs only barely held me upright. I had no idea how to process what I'd just seen. I was lost and adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

For several long moments I stood unmoving, seeing nothing and hearing only the soft, barely audible sounds of sex floating into the hallway. I didn't want to look again; I would have much preferred to leave and wipe the memory from my mind and not have to deal with it anymore. There was no way that was happening though. Despite the circumstances, curiousity was still a more powerful force than any other in my mind.

I carefully repositioned myself to peer through the crack in the doorway. The scene remained much the same as it had moments ago. Becky was still gloriously naked and grinding away on top of Mike. His hands were all over her, sliding indiscriminately from her butt to her boobs and back down to her tummy as he saw fit. It was the way he touched her that really pushed the realization to the front of my mind. What I felt wasn't disgust, or anger, or a sense of moral indignation; I was jealous. Utterly, insanely jealous.

Once the mental walls started coming down, I was subjected to a torrent of memories. There had been plenty of times that I'd seen Becky in various states of undress, or had weird dreams about her, or just the occasional fleeting fantasy. Masturbating in the shower hadn't been the first time I'd thought about my sister that way, not even close. I'd always been able to repress my feelings, to hide them from myself. The truth had been waiting, lurking inside of me, perhaps for years. Watching her grind on Mike destroyed all my defenses and left me with the sensation, the knowledge, that I wanted it to be me instead.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. I was finally facing an important truth about my desires, and it had to come simultaneously with the fact that said desires could never be anything more than wishes. Maybe I'd never had a chance anyway; I'd never been given the slightest hint that Becky liked girls that way, let alone her little sister. Either way, it was crushing to have my pre-emptive failure rubbed in my face.

As if all of that wasn't bad enough, I actually found myself getting turned on as I watched. Freakishly jealous and emotionally crushed as I was, the object of my latent desires was right in front of me, naked and sexual. That my brother was there too didn't seem to matter to certain parts of my body.

I shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the faint tingling of my pussy. It was tempting to touch myself a little, even though the thought was also kind of horrifying. I needed to get a grip. Actually, I probably just needed to stop watching. Becky's lithe, sensual curves were enticing, her movements hypnotizing, and I couldn't bring myself to look away. My clit twinged in apparent protest at its neglect.

Suddenly Becky looked up. I'd pressed my luck for too long. One of them had been bound to notice something amiss eventually. Her brow creased into a frown as she looked straight at me. I scooted to the side, away from the crack in the doorway. I had no idea if I'd been spotted, or if my sister had only noticed the door being unexpectedly ajar. It didn't matter. I had to get out of there. I sprinted back down the hallway to my room as fast as I possibly could without making any noise. I didn't hear any sounds behind me, though I didn't dare look back to make sure I'd gotten away clean.

I stopped in my mad dash just long enough to close the door to my room behind me, then flopped onto my bed. I grabbed one of my pillows and clutched it tightly to me, burying my face in it as though it would protect me. My heart pounded at the thought that any minute I might hear angry knocking, that Becky or Mike would have followed me, that they knew what I'd seen. The seconds passed in silence, however, and I was able to eventually calm down a little.

Once my breathing had slowed and my chest no longer felt like it was going to explode, I released my death grip on my pillow and tried to organize my thoughts. It wasn't any use, there was just too much going on in my head. I was still wearing my towel, though it had come loose. I pulled it the rest of the way off and burrowed myself naked under my covers. I hoped I'd be able to sleep, because the prospect of staying up all night thinking terrified me.

****

The next thing I knew, it was morning. Despite my head full of troubles, I'd managed to fall asleep after all. I frowned and tried to remember how long I'd been up tossing and turning, but it was all kind of a blur. The important parts were still there; the image of Becky and Mike naked together... that was probably etched permanently in my brain.

I thought about getting up. The sunlight was flooding in my window, and I heard the sounds of other people in the house. I didn't want to check the time, as though by not knowing for sure what it was, it somehow wouldn't affect me. I sighed and rolled over, closing my eyes firmly and wishing myself back into sleep. It didn't work, but my bed was warm and comfortable, and I was content just to lie there for a while.

I didn't react when someone tapped softly at my door. I thought about telling them to go away, but even that was too much effort for me. I had hopes that if I stayed perfectly still for long enough, the world would evaporate around me and leave me to my warm oblivion.

"Allie?"

I cringed as Becky's voice came through the door. A second later, I heard it open and my sister walk in. I feigned sleep as best I could, hoping it would be enough to fool her.

"Allie, you gotta get up. You can't sleep all day."

Becky stepped closer to my bed. The mattress sagged slightly as she sat down next to me and put a hand on my shoulder. She shook me gently, trying to wake me up. I stubbornly refused to move.

"I know you're awake. If you're faking being sick, you still have to at least answer me."

"M'not sick," I mumbled, finally relenting. "Jus' don't wanna get up."

"Any particular reason why?"

"No. Just don't."

Becky sighed and let her hand drift down to rub my back a little. It felt nice, but also kind of made me want to flinch away. My conflicting feelings from the previous night were still all too present.

"You seemed fine last night. I don't understand what could have changed between now and then."

Everything. Everything had changed. If only I had a way to convey that without actually going into details. I wasn't ready for that conversation. Maybe I never would be.

"I just... I found something out I wish I hadn't. I don't really wanna talk about it."

Becky's hand froze in place and she didn't respond to me for a few seconds. Cautiously, I cracked one eye open and shifted my head a little. She wasn't moving or even looking at me. She was staring out the window into the distance, and I suspected she wasn't even looking at anything in particular.

"You did see us, didn't you?" she said softly.

"What?"

"Last night. I hoped... I hoped I'd just left the door open accidentally, but I didn't, did I?"

I briefly considered denying everything. Maybe she would even have believed the lie. Maybe. I couldn't do that though, not when I knew it would haunt me for the foreseeable future if we didn't get it all out now.

"No, you didn't leave the door open."

Becky jerked away from me, her expression collapsing from detached neutrality to abject regret.

"Oh god, I'm sorry Allie. I... shit, I'm sorry."

She turned away from me and covered her face with her hands. Her breathing was shaky, seemingly on the verge of sobbing. I didn't understand what just happened. I was the one who'd been snooping.

"It's okay," I said.

I sat up and reached out to put my hand on her shoulder. She flinched at the contact, but didn't try to push me away.

"I never meant for you to find out. Not like that. Especially not like that. Fuck, it's no wonder you didn't want to get up this morning."

"I... well, yeah. But come on, we can talk about it. Or something."

I found myself in the bizarre situation of trying to reassure my sister, when only moments before I'd still been completely unable to deal with everything myself. Somehow, seeing her need for comfort made it easier to push my own feelings to the background.

Becky smiled weakly, then looked away again. I realized belatedly that my blanket had fallen away, and that I was naked underneath. I felt kind of stupid for contributing unnecessarily to the awkwardness.

"I'd understand if you hate me. Me and Mike. I mean, I hope you can get over it, but I know-"

"I don't hate you," I said firmly. "I could never hate you."

"Okay, maybe that was the wrong word for it. But, like, we're the reason you didn't want to get out of bed today, right? You're obviously upset."

I shrugged. "I kind of am. Just... not the way you think."

My voice trailed off until the last word was little more than a whisper. Becky's face registered confusion.

"What do you mean? You're not making any sense. I... I want to help, if I can. I want to make things right."

I smiled humourlessly. "I don't think you can in this case."

"Well at least let me try. Just talk to me. Please?"

Just talk to her. Right. What was I supposed to say? How could I explain how I felt about her when I didn't even fully understand it myself. She looked at me so pitifully, so full of need to make things okay between us. I got lost in her eyes for a moment, staring into those round pools of emotion. I was struck once again by just beautiful she was to me. I hated to see her as anything but happy.

"Allie, please," she said when I remained silent. "Just talk to me."

My attention was drawn from her eyes to her lips. They had taken on a slight pout, which only increased my interest in them. She wanted me to communicate my feelings? I could do that. I knew exactly how to get everything across that I needed to. Of course, she might just be the one to hate me afterward.

"Allie..." she pleaded.

I gave in. My self-restraint vanished in an instant and I darted forward, completely surprising my sister. I pressed my lips firmly to hers, giving her no room to misinterpret my action. She was frozen at first, clearly unsure of what was happening. Even when I felt her relax a little, she didn't immediately pull away. Her hand went to my bare shoulder, but only rested there instead of trying to put space between us.

I was the one who finally broke the kiss, which I hadn't expected. Then again, I had no idea what I'd expected. I hadn't had a chance to think through any of the possible scenarios or repercussions before acting. All I knew was that Becky shouldn't have been nearly so calm about the whole thing.

"So that's it, is it?" she said softly.

"Um... yeah. I guess."

I blushed and looked away. My naked torso seemed even more exposed than it had a moment ago. I resisted the urge to cover myself since at that point it would have been both pointless and more embarrassing than pretending not to care. Besides, shouldn't I want her to look? Arguably, any interest she showed could be construed as a good sign.

The silence dragged on for far too long. It was probably only a few seconds in reality, but in my mind it felt like so much longer. I couldn't stand not knowing what she was thinking.

"Do you hate me now?" I blurted.

The smile she gave me, while slightly patronizing, was somehow reassuring all on its own.

"Of course not. No more than you hate me for... you know."

I bit my lip and tried not to show my irritation. I didn't want her bringing up her and Mike, not when the conversation was supposed to be about her and me. That was kind of selfish, but it was how I felt.

Becky raised her hand to my cheek, moving slowly to give me the opportunity to stop her if I wanted to. I remained still, letting my eyes half-close as her fingers brushed my skin ever so gently. She pushed my hair back behind my ear for me before letting her hand fall back down to her leg. I missed her touch as soon as it was gone.

"I can see your boobies," she said, a soft hint of teasing in her voice.

"I know. I... kinda saw yours yesterday too."

"In hindsight, I guess that wasn't very fair of me, was it?"

I shrugged. "It's not like you could have known. Even I didn't really know."

She arched an eyebrow. "Really? So you... like, last night..."

"I figured some things out. Kinda wish I hadn't, in some ways."

I hugged my knees to my chest, which had the unintended side-effect of covering my breasts somewhat. I desperately wanted some sign from my sister that she felt the same sort of things for me as I did for her. It seemed unlikely that I'd get my wish.

"It's never a bad thing to learn things about yourself," she said. "It's better than the confusion you have to deal with otherwise. Believe it or not, I'm glad you didn't hide it from me."

I hugged my legs more firmly, resting my chin on my knee.

"But you don't feel that way about me," I said, knowing that the words were coming.

"Allie, don't think about it that way." She reached for me again, and this time I did flinch away. She sighed and lowered her hand. "It's complicated. You know it's complicated."

"No it's not. You like Mike better. It's not that complicated."

I was fighting tears. It wasn't a battle I could win, only one I could delay. I needed to get Becky out of my room before I broke down completely.

"Why is it always a competition with you two?" She gave me a crooked grin. "I mean, I don't mind being the centre of attention, but-" Becky broke off as she realized that joking wasn't going to help. I could barely even look at her. "I don't like him better, Allie. You must know that. I love both of you."

"Yeah, but... just..." I shook my head and tried to blink away the water gathering in my eyes. It wasn't working. "I just need to think. Okay?"

"Are you sure? I can stay home today and we can talk this all out."

"No, that... that wouldn't help. I need a little space. Please?"

I tried to fake a confident smile. Becky clearly didn't buy it, but she also didn't press the issue.

"Okay. We'll talk tonight. Promise me you won't avoid me?"

I opened my mouth, then closed it. I felt a sob rising instead of words. I nodded tightly, then turned my head away.

"I'll tell Mom you aren't feeling well," Becky said. "Do with that what you will."

I felt her hand on my shoulder for just a second as she stood, giving me a last reassuring squeeze before leaving.

I lasted maybe thirty seconds after Becky left before I started crying. I took some small comfort from knowing that at least she was out of earshot, but otherwise I mostly just hated myself for my weakness. I should have been able to hold myself together better than that. I'd known she wasn't going to return my feelings before our discussion, it wasn't like that was a surprise to me. It hurt. It hurt more than I could handle, and the only person who could have helped was exactly the person who couldn't. It just wasn't fair.

****

I moped around the house for most of the day. Whatever Becky told Mom must have been convincing because I didn't get any prying questions about my staying home from school. I didn't know if being on my own with nothing to distract me from my thoughts was good for me, but I didn't have the motivation for anything else. I hoped I'd be okay next time I talked to my sister.

I found myself gravitating toward Becky's room a couple times during the day. Somehow it felt less lonely than the rest of the house. It was like I was so used to her presence in the room that I could still feel her there even when she wasn't. The feeling was even stronger when I lay in her bed because the sheets held her unique scent. If I closed my eyes, it was easy to imagine her lying right next to me.

Pity party aside, I didn't get as much thinking done during the day as I expected to. I'd hoped to have my emotions sorted out a little by the time everyone got home, but that didn't happen. Between falling asleep in Becky's bed for a few hours and spending the rest of the day trying to stay away from my more depressing thoughts, no real progress was made.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room when Mike got home. I was zoned out and mindlessly watching some Netflix, so I didn't even register his presence in the house until he actually walked into the room.

"Hey, Allie. Feeling better?"

I glanced at him for a second, then back to the tv.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Becky seemed worried about you this morning, but you don't look that sick."

I shrugged noncommittally. Mike seemed determined to press the issue.

"Look," he said. "I don't care if you're faking or whatever, but she was really concerned about you."

I knew she was, but it was hardly for any of the reasons Mike might suspect. I really didn't want to get into the details with him.

"I'm fine now. I'll talk to her when she gets back."

"Well... okay. Good. I guess." He sighed. "I'll let you get back to your show."

I nodded absently. Despite Mike's last statement, he didn't go anywhere. He just kind of stood there, leaning against the wall. I got the feeling he was watching me, although it was more likely he was just watching my show with me. He may even have been following it more intently than me. Unlike me, he probably had the mental capacity for it.

"I thought you were leaving," I said.

"Am I bothering you?"

"No, just... you're just standing there. It's weird."

"Aw, I'm sorry. I wouldn't want to do anything 'weird.'" Unlike his previous, almost sympathetic tone, I now detected a more familiar hint of teasing. "Would it make you feel better if I sat down with you?"

"No. Just do whatever. I don't care."

It was too late; Mike had decided he could amuse himself at my expense. I should have known better than to say anything.

"I'd hate for you to have to sit here all alone. It must have been terrible being by yourself all day."

I rolled my eyes as Mike sat down heavily right next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me against him. I knew better than to fight it, he was too much stronger than me for it to do any good.

"Are you done?"

"Done? Done with what?"

"Being a pain."

Mike grinned and mussed up my hair 'affectionately.' I gritted my teeth and pretended like I didn't care.

"You know you love me," he said.

"Says who?"

"I'm your brother. You have to."

"Is that so?"

"Hey, I didn't make the rules. It's just one of those things about being a sibling."

"Is that how you justify it?" I muttered.

He gave me a weird look. "Justify what?"

"Nothing."

Mike kept staring at me for a moment. I watched him out of the corner of my eye until he finally looked back at the tv.

"You're being kinda weird today."

"Yeah, well... your face is weird."

"Your mom's weird," he shot back instantly.

I couldn't help giggling at the retort. My brother had his moments.

"Okay, maybe I love you," I conceded. "But only because I have to."




The Favourite



"Likewise."

Mike mussed up my hair again. Maybe it was just the fact that it was already a mess, but the action genuinely didn't bother me this time.

My brother's arm was still around me as we sat together. I would have thought he'd pull away as soon as he was done picking on me, but he didn't. Strangely, I didn't feel the need to either. After the past twenty-four hours I'd been through, a little cuddling felt kind of nice. That's what it was, I supposed; cuddling. What else could I call it?

I gave in to my bizarre desire and leaned my head on Mike's shoulder. He glanced at me for a second, but said nothing.

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"What about Becky?"

There was a long pause.

"I don't know. What about her?"

"Do you love her too?"

"Well... yeah. Obviously."

"Because you have to? Like me?"

He paused again. I didn't look at him.

"You're being weird, Allie."

"That's not an answer."

"I didn't think your question merited one."

I frowned at him, but he just looked back at me with a slightly raised eyebrow, daring me to challenge his assertion. I backed down first and settled back in against him. It was a disconcertingly comfortable position. I couldn't stop my thoughts, however, and was unable to remain silent for long.

"Do you love her more than me?" I asked in a quiet voice.

Mike took so long to respond that I started to think he hadn't heard me.

"Do you really want an answer to that?"

I didn't need an answer; I already knew he did. Mostly I wanted to see if he'd admit to it.

"Yes," I said.

"Allie... goddamn it." He sighed. "Do you?"

"I asked you first."

Again there was a long pause. "We're fucking terrible siblings, you know that?"

"We're not that bad. We could actively hate each other instead of just fighting over Becky sometimes."

"That's true. That's actually a really good point. All things considered, you're not a bad sister. You know, mostly."

"Gee, thanks."

Mike chuckled softly. He squeezed me a little tighter for a second, then smoothed down my hair with his fingers. Once he was done, he leaned over and just barely brushed his lips against my head. It was a weird gesture coming from him, but I must have been in a weird mood too because it actually felt pretty nice.

****

I felt a little awkward going to Becky's room that evening, but I couldn't stay away; I needed to see her. Some small, stupid little part of me hoped that I'd realize that I'd been wrong, and that my feelings for her were much simpler than I thought. Maybe I'd just had a weird reaction to seeing her and Mike together, and I didn't really feel any romantic things for her at all.

All of that went out the window as soon as I stepped into Becky's doorway. She was at her computer, facing away from me, but even the view of the back of her head was enough to set off butterflies in my tummy. How could I even pretend that I wasn't in love with her? She made me feel things that no one else could; she always had. It had just taken me a while to figure that out.

"Oh, hey Allie."

Becky turned toward me slightly, glancing over her shoulder as she heard me approach. My giddiness only got worse as her eyes met mine. I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

"Hey. You told me not to avoid you, so... I'm not."

I shrugged, embarrassed at not having been able to come up with anything better to say. Becky smiled, clearly not minding my lack of eloquence as much as I did.

"Well I'm glad you didn't. We don't even have to talk about... you know, what we were earlier. Not if you don't want to."

I nodded gratefully. "Maybe that'd be best."

I slumped down into Becky's bed as she turned back to her computer. It was a nice thought, not having to ever talk about that stuff ever again, but I didn't think it was likely to work out. I couldn't repress my feelings, no matter how much I wished I could.

"Becky?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you... are you... does Mike know I saw you two? Or... any of that?"

She turned back to me. She chewed on her bottom lip for a second before answering.

"I didn't tell him anything about how you feel, if that's what you're asking. I think that maybe that's something that could stay between us. Unless you want him to know, because if you'd rather me talk to him..."

I shrugged. "I dunno, it doesn't really matter. I just thought... like, that you'd share everything with him or something."

"I wouldn't give away your secrets, Allie. Not to anyone."

"Oh. Okay." I felt myself flushing. Becky had only said something that I should have known anyway, but it still made me feel special. "So even when I kissed you... you wouldn't tell him about that?"

Her forehead wrinkled slightly. "Well... that is kind of a trickier one, in some ways. But no, I don't think he needs to know about that."

"What about if we did other things?"

Becky arched an eyebrow. "Is that a hypothetical question?"

I didn't answer. She knew it wasn't. After a moment of silence, she sighed and moved from her chair to sit next to me on the bed. She put her hand on my leg and gave it a small, comforting squeeze.

"Look, I get that you're not into me that way," I blurted out before she could speak. "But I don't know what I'd supposed to do now."

Becky brushed a few loose strands of hair back from my face. I leaned into her touch, brief as it was, and felt an absurd sense of longing as soon as she withdrew her hand.

"Oh Allie..."

My self-restraint failed all at once. Becky was right there, so close I could practically feel her body heat. I looked into her eyes for a second, then lunged toward her.

Just like the last time I'd kissed her, I caught her fully off-guard. I closed my eyes as I pressed my lips fiercely to hers so I couldn't see her reaction, but I could feel it well enough. There was the initial stiffness of her shock just as I recalled from my previous attempt, then the gradual relaxation. I put my hands on her shoulders before she could move her arms, making it more difficult for her to push me away.

"Allie... come on..."

Becky managed to pull away long enough to get a few words out before I covered her mouth again. Strangely, there was a faint hint of a giggle to her tone. I couldn't understand where her amusement was coming from.

Her hands slipped underneath me and went to my sides. She didn't try to push me off of her though. I couldn't figure out what she was doing. If anything, it felt like she was responding positively to my ambush kiss. Her hands held me lightly, almost caressing me, rather than trying to ward me off. Even her lips were working with mine instead of remaining passive.

I pulled my head back just far enough to examine Becky's face. She stared back at me, her mouth twisted into an impish grin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she waited for my next move. I was confused, but too worked up to stop and process everything.

I kissed her again, more gently than before. I took my time since it seemed like she wasn't going to stop me. She nipped playfully at my bottom lip, then pressed her mouth more firmly against mine. Slowly, but undeniably, my sister was becoming more than a passive participant.

I gasped out loud as Becky's hand suddenly moved to my breast, cupping it experimentally through my shirt. The gasp turned into a moan as she stroked my sensitive skin with delicate fingers. My nipple received a light pinch, which didn't hurt but did finally shock me out of my comfort zone. I rolled off of her onto my back and drew a couple deep breaths, trying to reorient myself.

"Allie?" Becky propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at me with a frown of concern. "Are you okay?"

"I don't get it. You weren't... I thought you didn't feel that way about me. But now..."

"You thought I wasn't interested, so you jumped me and started making out with me?"

I flushed and looked away. It had been a stupid thing to do. I wasn't even sure anymore why it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Becky's hand went to my chin, gently turning my head back toward her. She looked at me lovingly, almost motherly. It was hard to stay embarrassed when faced with an expression of pure understanding.

"I never said I didn't feel that way," she said softly.

"But... you don't. You said..." I stopped and tried to remember what her actual words had been. They certainly hadn't been an invitation to make out with her, whatever they were. "You never said that you liked when I kissed you or anything. You never... you didn't encourage me. You-"

"Of course I didn't encourage you. God, Allie. Do you understand what it was like for me? I was just as confused as you were, or maybe a little less, but either way I still had to be your big sister. You'd just had a huge shock, what if you didn't really know what you wanted?"

"I did know!" I insisted.

"Yes, but I couldn't know that at the time. What if I'd kissed you back, and then later you changed your mind? What would that have done to you? To us?"

"I... I don't know."

"Exactly. I hated it, Allie, but I had to just let you work it out on your own. I had to. And believe me, it wasn't easy."

I looked at my sister with a whole new perspective as her words sank in. Her smile widened as comprehension dawned inside me. I mirrored her smile a little more shyly.

"Oh," I said.

Becky moved closer, swinging her leg over my waist and slowly, gracefully straddling me.

"Do you know how many times I've thought about you?" she asked. "How many times I've wondered what it would be like to..."

She trailed off as she leaned down and kissed me. My whole body tingled as her lips pressed against mine, soft and loving. It was really happening. I felt her tongue trace my bottom lip even as her hand traveled slowly up my stomach. I moaned into her mouth as her fingertips brushed across my breast.

Becky finally lifted her head as I was running out of breath. Her hand stayed on my breast, fondling it as she looked down at me. I was panting with need for oxygen, and for her.

"You really thought about me like that? All this time?"

"I did. I'm kind of a sick puppy, Allie. You... and Mike... I don't know what you two do to me, but no one else ever came close. I always wondered if you felt the same way, if that was why you hung out with me so much. It was so tempting just to ask."

I flushed, embarrassed at how long it had taken me to figure out what Becky had known or suspected for so long.

"I wouldn't have an answer," I mumbled. "Not 'til... yesterday."

Becky smiled, then kissed me again. I closed my eyes and surrendered to her. Her hand slipped under my shirt as she increased her aggression. Her mouth stayed locked on mine until I felt like I was going to pass out. Her desire for me had found an outlet at last, and she seemed only barely in control of it. I might have been scared if I hadn't been enjoying myself just as much as she was.

I lost track of time as Becky and I made out. I gradually became more confident and exploratory, letting my hands wander over her body. I was kind of clumsy, my touch not as deft as my sister's, but I made her moan a few times as I caressed her breasts, or tummy, or butt. She got worked up enough that she started grinding on my leg. I was more turned on than I'd ever been and I wanted to do the same, but I wasn't in the right position.

I put my need for release aside, concentrating on exploring Becky's body more instead. It was so exciting and new to me that I preferred getting into her pants to getting into my own. My pussy could wait.

Becky wasn't being terribly cooperative. She kept wriggling around instead of holding still when I tried to pull her pants down. She had my shirt pulled up above my breasts, but didn't seem interested in slowing down long enough to let me get some of her clothes out of the way. After a lot of fumbling, I was only able to get her pants down to the tops of her thighs. That gave me decent access to her butt, so I left them there.

Becky purred happily as I slipped my hands under her panties and squeezed her ass. She was still grinding on me, and her movements only sped up as fondled her. I lifted my leg a little, pressing it back against her. Her purrs turned to mewls, almost a whining noise, and she humped my leg even more frantically.

My sister came explosively against me. I held her as she writhed and moaned through her burst of pleasure. She buried her face in my neck, and I stroked her hair with one hand while whispering soothingly to her. It all felt so natural, so right, to hold her in such a loving, sexual way, despite never having done so before.

"Well... that felt good," Becky said, giggling softly at her own statement.

I smiled too. "It sure looked like it did."

"Sorry I got carried away. I didn't mean to make it all about me."

"That's okay, I-"

"Shh, no, I shouldn't have been that selfish. I really wanted it to be better for you, but you're so..." She stopped and shook her head. "I've waited so long."

I blushed self-consciously. "I'm glad I didn't disappoint."

Becky gave me a tender kiss. "You could never disappoint me." She sat up and looked toward the doorway. "Allie, you need to be taken care of. For real, this time. I'm gonna make it about you."

"Um, okay?"

"There is... there is one thing though."

"What's that?"

"I kind of... maybe... told Mike how I felt about you. I never told him about anything that happened recently, but..." She shrugged helplessly.

"So he knows you wanted to do this kind of stuff with me?"

"Yeah. Aaand I kind of promised him I'd let him know if anything ever did really happen. You know, anything serious."

"Oh."

"I know I said I wouldn't tell anyone your secrets, but do you think, like, it'd be okay if he knew?"

I had to think about that one for a moment. I realized Becky was in kind of a tricky spot, having promised somewhat conflicting things to Mike and me. All she needed was my permission to make that problem go away. The thought of how our brother might react made me a little nervous, but Becky clearly didn't think it would be a problem. Besides, I didn't really want to try keeping it a secret from him. That could only end badly.

"You should tell him."

Becky grinned widely. "Thanks, Allie." She kissed me, then abruptly hopped off the bed. "I'll be right back."

I watched in confusion as Becky pulled her pants back up and exited the room, leaving me alone and disheveled on her bed.

"I didn't mean right now," I mumbled to myself, since she was out of earshot.

I sighed and lay back, stretching out on my sister's bed. She was usually so much more sensible than that. I couldn't understand why she couldn't have just waited until later, or the next day, or whenever. It wasn't like it was crucial that Mike was told what we were doing right away.

The thought of someone, anyone else knowing how I felt about Becky brought my butterflies back. It was nice not to have to keep it a total secret, but it was all so new to me that I still wasn't sure how to feel about everything. At the very least, Mike would understand. I was certain about that much.

Becky came back a few minutes later. I'd started calming down, and had been getting kind of antsy with waiting. My sister's return sped my heartbeat right back up again, and I bit my lip nervously as she approached.

"Sorry about that," she said.

"Did you have to go right away?"

"I did if I wanted to tell Mike he could come watch."

"Very funny."

Becky pulled off her shirt. Her breasts bounced slightly in her bra as she tossed the shirt aside. Her nipples poked out prominently even through the material. It served well as an apology as far as I was concerned. All was immediately forgiven.

I reached for her as she got closer, but she playfully pushed me back onto the mattress. She leaned over me and gave me a brief, soft kiss before moving down my body. My shirt was still pulled up, and she stopped to plant a few more kissed on my bare tummy as she traveled down below my waist. I watched anxiously when she got to my pants. I knew what was going to happen, but it seemed to take forever before she actually started pulling them down.

"You're so beautiful," Becky whispered, looking directly up into my eyes.

I felt my face heat, but I didn't break eye contact. I stared at her intently the whole time she worked on pulling my bottoms off. Once my panties came into view, she was more interested in them than in my eyes. I knew there'd be a wet spot on them, maybe a big one. I was so turned on, and knowing that my sister could see just how horny I was only make it worse.

Becky kissed me just above my panties. Her lips lingered on my skin, making me squirm with desire. She kissed me again, just a little lower, as she peeled my panties down oh so slowly. Her trail of kisses aimed at my wet slit served to heighten both my need, and my frustration at not getting what I desperately wanted. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

"Beckyyy," I whined.

She didn't answer, but I saw the smile in her eyes. Her fingertips brushed lightly over my pussy as my panties were finally lowered far enough. She removed my underwear the rest of the way with far less teasing or delay. I spread my legs wider without really thinking about it, exposing my pussy totally to my sister. Her hot breath caressed my wet, sensitive skin as she leaned in.

The first flick of her tongue was more of a shock than I could have imagined. I'd been waiting for it, anticipating it, and yet there was no way I could have been prepared. The contact was brief but intense. One small touch of my sister's tongue was enough to send a paralyzing jolt of pleasure through my body.

Becky licked me again, this time tasting a longer stretch of my slit. The mental impact was lessened just enough this time that I wasn't completely incapacitated. That's what it was, more than anything; the sheer amazing insanity of having my big sister's face buried between my legs. Any small touch from her was amplified far beyond what it would have been had anyone else been in her place.

I clutched at the bed sheets and bit my lip as Becky licked me over and over. Her eyes flicked up to me occasionally, admiring the reaction she got for her efforts. Her tongue danced nimbly over my pussy and clit as I squirmed beneath her. I let myself get lost in the pleasure of the moment.

There were very few things that could have taken my attention away from Becky at that point. Someone opening the bedroom door, as it turned out, was one of them. I turned my head, watching in horror as the door swung open. Time slowed down for me in those brief seconds. We were caught, we had to be. The door wasn't going to just open on its own.

I moaned involuntarily just as Mike came into view. Becky had aggressively attacked my clit, as though timing it with our brother's arrival. I couldn't begin to imagine what Mike would think of that. Strangely, he didn't seem the least bit surprised at what he saw. He closed the door quietly behind him and stood watching, a curious look on his face.

"Sorry," Becky said. "I tried to tell you, but-"

I pushed her head back down to my pussy. She went back to work immediately, though at a calmer pace. I looked over at Mike, who was still just watching. So Becky really had invited him. I almost couldn't believe she would have done that, but somehow it made a twisted sort of sense.

Becky hit one of my sensitive spots, making me gasp out loud. I got the feeling she was trying to keep me too worked up to be mad at her. The worst part was that it was working. I felt too good to care about having an audience. Or maybe... maybe it was something else. I didn't feel nearly the same about Mike as I did Becky, but I still loved him. Having him in the room wasn't the worst thing in the world.