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My Sister's Deception

By: wordsinthedust



Jenifer is my little sister. And we're pretty tight, though that wasn't always the case.

There's almost two years between us. Once she began walking, she was always right there behind me. It seemed like every time I did something wrong, she was right there to catch it, running to mom and dad with every detail. She, however could do no wrong.

Little snitch. Deceitful little snitch, I should say.

Then, when she was in middle school, things began to change. Her 'baby girl' angelic persona began to falter and her halo gradually disappeared. By the time she was in eighth grade, Jen was merely human. Mom and dad weren't as worried about me anymore; they were sure she was going to be the discipline problem. 

The night she snuck out to meet an older boy sealed the deal. She got grounded for a month. I knew the guy; he was a sophomore at my school. He didn't know enough not to run his mouth about that sweet young piece of pussy he was gonna sink his dick into as soon as he got the chance. I got three days in-school-suspension and a pat on the back from dad. Mom tried not to let me see her smile, but I saw it. 

That was a turning point for my relationship with Jen. Mom and Dad were the forces of darkness raining on her parade, and for a change, Jen saw me as an ally. I didn't tell her about punching the guy out, or why I did it, but somebody did. I noticed the difference almost immediately. It started with a hug, and suddenly, her silence was golden; we were allies united. We watched out for each other and became good friends, actually trusting each other.

I was a junior in high school the first time she asked me for a favor. I don't even remember now what it was for. All I know is Jen had finally come to the realization that I was the one she could count on when all else was against her.

When we were little kids, I'd nearly despised the fact that she was a constant shadow. As teenagers in high school, if we didn't have dates lined up, the two of us would go out together; we were nearly inseparable.

Fast forward a few years. Jen followed me to college. 

The fall semester of my junior year, her freshman year, was a disaster for me. Two weeks before homecoming, my girlfriend broke up with me. Suddenly, I was dateless. As luck would have it, Jen and her roommate Meghan were dateless, too. She'd met several guys, gone out with a few, but nothing serious, and the night of the bonfire found us standing next to each other. Erik, my roommate, was with us and played the chivalrous knight, lending her his sweater when she got cold. He managed to sweet talk her into giving up her phone number; they dated for the next two years. 

Erik broke up with her when he graduated and jumped off into the business world. Jen was devastated, but quickly recovered when Dale swept her off her feet. He'd been quietly admiring her from a distance and moved in to lend her his shoulder to cry on when Erik dumped her. 

They married when Jen had one semester of college left. None of us thought it was a good idea. That last semester was rough on her, to say nothing of the transition to being married to a husband working a new job. Dale was a nice enough guy, but he always struck me as more absorbed in extracurricular activities than he was focused on his new bride. Not that he was cheating on her, not with a woman, anyway. Poker, softball, basketball, watching sports at the bar, all with the guys. Nothing wrong with any of that, but it's all he did. Jen stuck it out for a couple of years and finally threw in the towel, tired of being ignored. 

Their 'no fault' divorce was quick and simple. They parted ways without much disgruntlement on either side; I'm not even sure he even noticed she was gone. For reasons that were beyond me, Jen elected to keep her married name.

For several weeks, Jen lived in a depressed funk, convinced her marriage had failed because of something she had done or failed to do. I found myself sharing the task of consoling her and talking her down from her emotional ledge with Meghan. 

Meghan and I had dated for a few months when she and Jen were freshmen, and though I knew I didn't have a shot at getting back together with her, it was good to see her and talk to her. Over the course of several weeks of deliberation, Jen decided to move and take a job working with Meghan. I helped Jen pack up and move. 

It was a good deal all the way around; Jen now lived a mere ninety minutes away from me, and she was in the daily company of a good friend as she put her life back together. I kept plugging along on at my own job, with my own life; I'd never met Ms. Right, probably a good thing considering how much my job required me to travel, and Jen and I closed the gap in our relationship that had opened in the time we'd been apart.

Less than six months after she started working at her new job, she began fending off unwanted attention from a friend of Meghan's boyfriend, Dennis. She was not attracted to him at all, and he demonstrated a great reluctance to taking no for an answer. Jen called me not long after the new would-be suitor began making a nuisance of himself.

"I need a favor," she said. "Actually, I wanted you to know I've implicated you in a lie. It's nothing big and I don't need you to do anything. It's just, well, I told a lie and involved you in it."

"What kind of lie?" I asked. "And what kind of favor?"

"You know that friend of Dennis's I was telling you about? I told him you were my boyfriend."

"You told him I was your boyfriend?" I asked.

"He kept hounding me to go out with him," she said. "I'd already told him I had a boyfriend, and he kept pressuring me, so I showed him your picture and told him it was you."

"Meghan knows me," I said. "You think she can keep the secret?"

"She can't stand the guy, either," Jenifer said. "She won't tell him any different."

"Whatever, Sis," I said. "I'll be your boyfriend."

How hard could this be? It was deceitful, sure, but pretty clever, too. With only one other person around her that knew the truth, it was too easy.

That was over a year ago.

Little did we know Meghan's boyfriend would propose. She and Dennis had been together for three years, so I guess we shouldn't have been that surprised. Easy enough to figure she'd ask Jenifer to be in the wedding. I was kind of surprised, though, when Jen called and told me she and Meghan were coming to spend the weekend with me.

There had been awkwardness between Meghan and me for the two months following our breakup, but because she and Jen were roommates and good friends, we had moved past it. Meghan, to me, was like another little sister.

I got home Friday after work and did a quick clean-up of my apartment. Not that I'm a slob, but I'm not the neatest guy in the world, either. I changed the sheets on the bed; the girls could sleep there and I'd take the couch.

About nine o'clock, I heard a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw they'd finally arrived. I opened the door to greet them.

"How are you?" Meghan asked, kissing me on the cheek and hugging me.

"I'm doing well," I said, returning her kiss. "Congratulations on your engagement."

"Thank you," Meghan said as she moved out of Jenifer's way.

"Hey, Sis, it's good to see you." 

Jen threw her arms around my neck and hugged me.

"You can't call me that," she said, holding herself tight to me. "I'm your girlfriend. What would people think if they heard you?"

She kissed me on the cheek and laughed at the perplexed look on my face.

"She's right," Meghan said.

"What people are we concerned about?" I asked.

"The people at Meghan's wedding," Jenifer said. 

"My sister's going to be the maid of honor," Meghan said, "and Jen's going to be one of my bridesmaids. You have to come."

"Are you officially inviting me?" I asked.

"The invitation will be in the mail by the end of the month," she said, smiling and looking from me to Jen and back.

"Okay," I said. "You two are up to something. What is it?"

"I'm thirsty," Jen said. "Got the margaritas made?"

The women kicked their shoes off as I walked to the kitchen to get glasses for us. It was a tradition of sorts for us that went back to our college days. My apartment, margaritas, the three of us sitting, drinking and relaxing together. 

"Need some help?"

I turned around to see Jen leaning against the counter behind me.

"Yeah," I said. "Grab those glasses."

She scooped them up in her hands as I balanced the salt and limes and picked up the pitcher.

"Don't drop anything," she said, bumping my hip with hers.

"Hey!" 

The contents of the pitcher sloshed, threatening to spill over. I kept the liquid from spilling and followed Jen back into the living room. Don't ask me why my eyes fixated on her butt as she walked toward the couch. Her jeans were tight across her ass, stretching even more taut as she leaned over, setting the glasses down on the table. Jen turned toward me, taking the salt and limes from me as I sat the pitcher down.

Meghan slid back onto the couch and reached for the glasses. I moved a chair closer as she and Jen poured the margaritas.

"So what are you two up to?" I asked as I sat down.

"You know that guy I told you about?" Jenifer asked. "He's going to be one of Denny's groomsmen and said he'd be glad to take care of me for the weekend of the wedding since you'll probably be busy with other things."

"The guy's a real ass," Meghan said, contorting her face as she got a little too much lime at once. "But we're putting the wedding party up in a hotel not far from where we're getting married, so you can come and it won't be a problem."

"Why can't I just stay with you?" I asked Jenifer.

"Because they're getting married in a beach ceremony down along the coast," she said. 

"Padre," Meghan said, nodding. "We're going to put the two of you in a room together."

"Really?" I asked. I didn't have a problem with it, but I knew somebody would.

"I've already dealt with the 'but they're not married' bit," Meghan said, "so that's not really even an issue. The big plus to all of this is that Rick will actually see the two of you together and maybe he'll finally leave Jen alone."

"There aren't any other single, available women where you live?" I asked.

"He's been all over two other women since he met me, slept with both of them, and keeps coming back," Jenifer said. "That's why this is so important. He doesn't think you exist. He's seen your picture, the flowers you've sent me..."

"When did I send you flowers?" I asked.

"You send them at least once a month," Meghan said. 

"They're always really nice," Jenifer said. "I really like the daisies."

"So we're pretty serious, then?" I asked.

"After more than a year together as a couple?" Jenifer asked. "And we do spend a lot of our weekends together."

That much was true. Jen and I visited each other nearly every weekend, unless I was away for my job.

We killed off the first pitcher of margaritas slowly as we enjoyed each other's company. I wrote the date of Meghan's wedding down and made a note to get the time off from my job.

A couple of hours later, the pitcher was running low and the alcohol was warming us up. All three of us were relaxed, in a good mood, a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Meghan now sat in the chair by herself; Jen sat next to me on the couch, her arm looped through mine as she leaned against me.

Meghan was telling us about Dennis' family and stopped suddenly, looking at us.

"There," she said. "I wish I had a camera. I'd take a picture."

"What?" Jenifer asked.

"Right now," Meghan said, "you two look like a couple that's been together for awhile. Comfortable, relaxed, intimate."

Jenifer and I both laughed as we looked at each other.

"What are you talking about?" I asked

Meghan sat her glass down in front of her.

"At the moment," she said, "you're away from everybody and no one can see the two of you together. But when you're out in public, if you come to see her at work, when you're together at Padre for my wedding, people will see you together and know if you're really a couple or not."

"We'll be in a room together," I said. 

"I'm talking about when you're not in the room," Meghan said. "Dinner Thursday night when we all get there, all day Friday. The rehearsal dinner Friday night will be a big deal. The wedding Saturday. You know good and well there will be times when couples will be dancing and kissing and..."

"I think you're blowing it all out of proportion," Jenifer said. 

"When's the last time you kissed each other?" Meghan said.

Jenifer and I looked at each other and back at Meghan.

"Tonight when the two of you got here," I said.

She shook her head.

"Not on the cheek," Meghan said. "That's brother and sister stuff. When I say 'kiss' I mean kiss. Like you love each other. Like you know things together, about each other, that nobody else knows. Like... there's that special bond between you that means something once your behind the closed door in that hotel room you'll be sharing. Not that I expect that you've ever kissed like that, because it would be really weird if you had. But, anyone that's been in love can tell the difference."

Jenifer sat up a little and I suddenly felt a little warmer. Almost uncomfortable.

"Like this?" Jenifer asked.

I turned my head toward her as she leaned up and planted her lips on mine. Matter-of-factly, almost business like, no emotion.

"No," Meghan said, sliding out of the chair. "Like this."

Meghan moved around the edge of the table and crawled into my lap, her face hovering over mine as her hands cupped my face, tilting it up towards her. 

I could feel her warmth, smell her perfume, hear her breathing as she bent forward, laying her lips softly against mine. The touch was familiar, an old memory renewed, as her mouth melded with mine, her face turning at an angle, mine turning against it, our lips forming a seal as her tongue ventured forth. When we'd dated, we'd kissed enough to know it was something that wound both of us up, and I could feel myself flushing, my hands on her thighs, moving to cup her ass as we osculated licentiously. 

The kiss lasted long enough, was involved enough, that no one could call it casual.

"Like that," Meghan said, pulling her head up and licking her lips.

She sat down in my lap with my hands still resting on her ass.

Jenifer sat there staring at us, mouth open.

"Meg," she said.

"That may have been a little much," Meghan said, moving off of my lap, "but you get the point."

I nodded and watched her move back to her seat.

"You're engaged," Jenifer said, looking at Meghan. "What would Denny say if he saw you kissing Kyhl like that?"

"He'd probably get all wound up," Meghan said, picking her glass up again as she sat back down. "The point is, it looked like a lot more than it was. It looked more like I was crawling into the arms of my lover, my boyfriend, than simply giving a kiss to an old friend."

"I've never seen anyone kiss on old friend like that," I said.

"Depends on the friend," Meghan said, smiling and licking her lips. "The point is, you know what I'm talking about when I say folks know what an 'in love' kiss looks like versus the sibling kiss."

Jenifer looked at me and then both of us looked at Meghan.

"I'm going to go fill this back up," Meghan said, leaning forward and grabbing the pitcher.

We watched her walk toward the kitchen and sat there, silent, as she started getting the next batch of drinks ready.

I turned to look at Jenifer as she shifted her position on the couch. She sat her glass down and turned to face me, bringing a leg up on the couch.

"We can do this," she said.

"Kiss?" I asked.

"That," Jenifer said. "And whatever else we need to do to make people think we're a couple."

"Why is that so important?" I asked.

"For starters," she replied, "I want to get Rick off my back. It's like all he does is stare at my tits and my ass and think of ways to get into my pants."

"That's it?"

"That's enough," she said. "And with this wedding, having you there will help fend off all the people that try and set me up with the perfect guy they know."

Jenifer leaned toward me.

"I wanna try it," she said.

I leaned toward her. Our noses bumped and Jenifer giggled, falling against the couch.

"How are we supposed to kiss if you're laughing?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said, still giggling as she grabbed my hand.

I pulled her to me and nearly kissed her arm as her hand brushed in front of me, sweeping hair back out of her face. My lips landed on top of hers and I felt Jen smile again, my lips falling against her teeth as the corners of her mouth raised. I leaned a little closer to her and Jen laughed again, this time, holding herself close to me for a moment, finally pulling back from me and leaning back against the couch.

"You know I love you," she said. "I don't know why I'm laughing."

"I know," I said. "I love you, too. I guess laughing is better than crying."

"Yeah," Jen said. 

Slowly, she leaned back, still holding my hand. Jen brought her leg up, her knee almost in my chest as I leaned toward her. I put a hand on her thigh and pushed her leg back against the couch. Jen pulled me toward her, reaching for me with her free hand. I braced myself against the couch as she put her hand to my face. 

I kissed her. Quick, affectionate, nothing more.

She looked at me like I'd cheated.

"What was that?" she asked.

"That was a kiss," I said.

"That was a peck," she said. "That was not a kiss."

I brought my lips to hers again. Soft, deliberate, her lips consumed by mine, my lips consumed by hers. My tongue found hers; her hand let go of mine and found my face, her fingers caressing, urging, holding me to her.

Our lips parted and her arms shot around my neck, pulling me to her as I collapsed against her. I slowly slid an arm underneath her body as she arched her back. Jen brought her other foot off of the floor and wrapped her leg around me, effectively trapping me. 

"Wow."

Jen's arms relaxed, allowing us both to look over at Meghan. She stood between the kitchen and the living room, pitcher of margaritas in hand, looking at us.

"Are the two of you going straight to making out, or what?" she asked as she walked back toward us. "If Denny and I were doing that, you'd tell us to get a room."

"Maybe we will," Jen said as her hands slipped from around my neck. She still had her leg wrapped around me.

"I missed you kissing," Meghan said.

"We can fix that," Jen said, her fingers grazing my neck as she leaned up to kiss me.

Our lips met again. No laughing, no overt passion; affection, softly intimate, genuine.

"That... wow," Meghan said. "You two sure you haven't been working on that for awhile?"

"I promise," I said, sitting up. 

Jen pulled her other leg from behind me and laid it across my lap.

"Why is it such a big deal?" she asked. "We kissed each other. So what?"

"Right," Meghan said, reaching for our glasses.

Halfway into the second pitcher, Jen sat her drink down to go to the bathroom.

"Find some different music," she said, kissing me on the cheek as she got up from the couch. "Some old, slow stuff we can dance to."

I watched her walk from the room. I know what people say about beer goggles, and what they don't say about checking out your sister's ass. None of it mattered. I've always thought Jen was beautiful. Now, though, I was thinking about her in other ways; thinking about our kiss, about her leg wrapped around me earlier, about the seductive sway of her ass as she meandered away from us.

"It's not polite to stare like that," Meghan said.

I snapped back to reality, embarrassed, but not really, at the fact that I'd been caught. I got up to change the music on the stereo.


My Sister's Deception Ch. 02



I woke up the next morning with a sliver of sunlight streaming into the bedroom, cutting sharply into the fog hanging over me.

I took a deep breath.

Jen's arm was around me, her face resting against the back of my shoulder and her tits pressing against me. I was in bed with my little sister, we were both naked, and she was spooning me. It wasn't a flood of realization, but I quickly remembered what had happened just a few hours earlier. 

I slowly moved Jen's arm and crawled out of bed, pulling the sheet up over her shoulder. With any luck, she'd sleep a little while yet. I pulled on a pair of shorts. If I'd known for a fact that Meghan was still asleep, I'd have ventured walking out of my bedroom without getting dressed to take a shower.

That was when I noticed it. The bedroom door was cracked open nearly half a foot. I remembered Jen closing it. Had she gotten up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom?

I walked out of my bedroom. Meghan was still asleep. I went to take a shower. 

I did nothing but stand under the hot water for several minutes, letting my mind clear. I remembered everything that had happened, or thought I did anyway. Drinks, lots of drinks, laughing, kissing, kissing Meghan briefly and Jen intensely, dancing, with both of them, the two of them fondling each other? Meghan coming on to my sister? Telling me to love Jen, that she needed it? Jen laying there, naked, masturbating, stroking my cock, my cock sliding into her pussy, the two of us cumming together.

I leaned against the shower wall, mouth open, gasping for air as water streamed down my face.

I'd fucked my little sister. And we'd both wanted it; we'd both enjoyed it.

I turned off the shower and reached for a towel. How did this fit in with the 'boyfriend' scenario she was playing out?

I pulled on a pair of shorts and headed for the kitchen. 

As I passed the couch, I noticed Meghan's pajama bottoms lying on the floor next to her. Unless she'd changed the way she slept, beneath the sheets, she was naked from the waist down. 

I turned the volume all the way down on my laptop, and booted it. I could sit and surf while waiting for the two of them to wake up.

I didn't have long to wait. I heard Meghan stirring almost as soon as I cracked my computer open. She looked up at me at just the moment I leaned back into the living room. Startled, she scrambled to cover herself. I started some coffee as I heard Meghan head to the bathroom and start the shower.

The coffee was about done when Meghan walked into the kitchen, dressed in a short robe, her hair wet, a comb held in an angry hand.

"What the hell were you doing last night?" she asked. Her voice was venom, a hiss as she plowed her wet tresses.

"Good morning to you, too," I said. "What, specifically, are you referring to?"

"I don't know," she said, raking the comb through her hair. "Maybe the part where you were fucking your sister?! You know, when you were practically shoving your dick into her ass!?"

The silence was loud. 

I watched the rise and fall of Meghan's chest as she huffed and puffed and thought of the next string of accusing words she wanted to blow at me.

"What were you thinking?" she asked.

"What were you doing spying on us?" I asked.

I'd connected the dots on my end. Now I knew why the door to my bedroom was open when I woke up.

"I heard something and wanted to make sure everything was alright," she said, suddenly defensive.

"I guess it was too much to expect you to knock." 

We glared at each other.

"And what was with that business in there in the living room when we were dancing?" I asked. "Kissing her neck and shoulder, feeling her up, starting to undress her, telling me what she likes? And then this... Are you jealous, wishing it was you with her last night instead of me?"

"N-no," she said, softening a bit. "More wishing it was you with me last night instead of her."

Didn't see that coming.

Meghan sighed heavily as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

"We were all really buzzed last night," she said. "And horny. Dammit."

The bathroom door slammed shut. Jenifer was awake. 

"If you wanted to fuck someone that badly," she said, "all you had to do was ask."

I caught my breath.

"You're engaged," I said.

"Engaged," she said, "not married. And it wouldn't have been the first time you and I slept together. But, at least, then, the two of you wouldn't have to deal with all of this... this morning."

"So... what? A sympathy fuck? Is that it?"

"No," she said. "We stopped dating for a lot of reasons, but bad sex wasn't one of them. It would have been good to be in bed together again."

"Why don't you let Jen and me worry about this?" More a suggestion than a question. "She and I were the ones in bed together."

"Because she's your sister," Meghan said, "but she's my best friend. And we're both supposed to do what we can to protect her from things like this. What are you going to do tonight? Sleep with her again?"

Jen walked into the kitchen quietly, stealthy, almost like a cat. She was wearing my shirt from the night before, her body hidden from view by only two buttons. She plowed her fingers through her hair, wild from sleeping, raising the hem of my shirt as she did, flashing me her pussy and Meghan her ass as she leaned into me and hugged me.

"'Morning," she said, leaning up and kissing me. "I need coffee."

She spun around to lean against the counter as I poured her a cup. She and Meghan eyed each other, silence between them speaking volumes as it filled the air.

"I'm going to go take a shower," she said, taking the cup of coffee from me and kissing me on the cheek. 

As she left the kitchen, Jen grabbed Meghan's hand, urging her to follow. The two women left me alone in the kitchen.

A moment later, the bathroom door closed. I heard Jen turn on the shower, and that noise was drowned out a couple of minutes later by Meghan's blow dryer.

I looked up a few minutes later when Meghan walked back into the kitchen, buttoning her blouse.

"I'm supposed to apologize," she said, touching me lightly on the shoulder. "Jen loves you. I love you and I love her. I just hope the two of you know what you're doing."

"She's a big girl," I said. "Capable of making her own decisions. And besides, last night, didn't you say we would be sharing a hotel room when you get married?"

"You don't get it," Meghan said. "I'm part of this. I'm responsible."

"We're trusting you to keep this between the three of us," I said.

"Oh, I'm not going to tell anyone," she said. "It's your secret. It'll stay your secret. I promise. I'm not sure who I'd tell, anyway."

The blow dryer kicked in again. Jen drying her hair.

"So what now?" I asked.

"We're supposed to go shopping," Meghan said. "I'm going to go on to the mall and check on a few things. You and Jen are going to meet me for lunch, and we'll see what happens from there."

"That sounds very open ended," I said.

"We have dresses to buy, shoes to match," she said. "It's a boyfriend's duty to help out with those things."

Meghan waved as she walked out the front door. I sighed. 

The dryer shut off a couple of minutes later, and the bathroom door opened.

"Is Meghan still here?" Jen asked, pulling her towel tight around her chest.

"No," I said. "She left a few minutes ago. Why?"

"If she's not here," Jen said, "then I don't have to worry about her getting upset about me being undressed."

"You've got that towel wrapped around you," I said as she walked out of the bathroom.

"I know," she said. "But towels have a way of not staying tucked in place. That's why I always dry my hair wearing a robe or nothing. And I don't have a robe."

"Didn't bring one or don't have one?" I asked. "Because I thought I got you a nice one for Christmas."

"You did," she said. "And I brought one. I'm just not going to put one on."

Jen leaned against the doorway of the bathroom as I walked over to her.

"So why are we not going with Meghan now?" I asked/.

"Because I wanted to spend some time alone with you," she said, sliding her hand into mine. "Is that okay?"

I leaned against the wall at the edge of the doorway as our fingers laced together.

"Yeah," I said, "that's okay."

Jen held onto my hand and led me to the bedroom. She bent over and grabbed the bedcovers with both hands and pulled them back enough to crawl onto the mattress.

"I want to snuggle," she said, turning to me. "But you need to get rid of this."

Her fingers tugged and pulled at my t-shirt, and I helped her pull it off. As it came over my head, I saw that Jen's towel had started slipping, threatening to expose her breasts.

"See what I said about towels?" 

I caught her hands in mine and pulled them to me.

"You're not really worried about your towel falling off," I said.

Jen looked up at me her eyes questioning, vulnerable.

"No," she said. "I'm not. Not with you."

She took a step closer to me and melted into my arms as I hugged her. I pressed her head against my shoulder and ran a hand down her back to where the towel covered her. 

She pulled away from me and crawled onto the bed, looking back to see if I was following her. I crawled onto the bed, moved ahead of her, and opened my arms for her.

"How do you feel this morning?" I asked as she fell against me.

"Is that rhetorical or am I supposed to answer that?" she asked. 

Jen's arms slid around me as she pulled herself against me, pushing her knee in between my legs and tucking her head back into my shoulder.

"Jen...," I said.

She put a hand to my lips.

"I heard you and Meg arguing," she said, sighing.

"She thinks I took advantage of you last night," I said. 

"I had a fair bit to drink last night," she said. "But we all did. It's not like you threw me down on the bed and pounced on me. You didn't even undress me. Well... okay. You helped me get undressed."

"I pulled your panties off."

"I asked you to."

Her hands flattened against me as she ran them up my chest and put her arms around my neck.

"Last night, I spent the evening with my best friend and my boyfriend in his apartment," she said. "My boyfriend took me to bed, fucked me and made me cum."

"That was us, Jen," I said. "We slept together. We had sex."

"I know," she said. "It wasn't..."

She took a deep breath, held and then exhaled.

"I don't think it's what I planned to happen. But it happened. And then we fell asleep together."

"We crossed a line last night," I said. "You might even say we crossed 'the' line."

Jenifer leaned up and kissed me, then slid her arms around me, hugging me.

"I'm not worried about the line," she said. "We crossed it, and maybe I should, but I don't regret it. I spent the evening with the two people I love the most, made out with both of them, slept with my brother, and I should be really upset.

"But I'm not," she said, looking up at me.

"You're not?" I asked.

She shook her head and kissed my chest.

"I never dreamed I'd have a night like last night," she said. "That we'd have a night like last night."

"I know," I said.

We sat there in silence.

"Do you know why I never ran around the house in my underwear?" she asked. "Tempted though I was?"

"I have no idea," I said.

"Part of it was because I didn't think I was pretty," she said. "The rest of it was because I was afraid of the outcome if we ever got into a situation even close to what we had last night. And mom and dad didn't need anything like this to get upset about."

"You were worried about us having sex?" I asked.

"Not worried about us having sex, so much," she said, "as the fall-out from mom and dad catching us if anything happened between us.

"Remember when you were in school, and you punched out that guy who was telling everyone he was going to fuck me?"

I nodded.

"You never mentioned it," she said, "mom never talked about it, and neither did daddy. But word about it filtered down to the middle school, and when I got to high school, I wasn't Jenifer; I was the girl whose big brother stood up for her. I was almost a celebrity. What you had done for me, along with the fact that you were a nice guy, really worked in your favor."

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"Because there were four or five girls that would have dropped their panties for you in a heart beat," she said. 

"Really?"

"And I was one of them," she said, nodding. 

Jenifer pushed herself up and forward against the bed, her towel pulling loose, exposing her breasts as she kissed me. The loose fabric pooled down around her waist, its coverage now merely symbolic. All but naked, she leaned in to me again.

"I still am," she said, putting her arms around my neck and hugging me. 

"Then, when I got to college," she said, "you were there again. You were like a comfort zone."

"You dated Erik most of my junior and senior years," I said.

"True," she said. "But, there were still nights where I went home thinking about you. 

"You're my brother," she said. "You're always there for me, no matter what I need. You were there when he broke my heart, when I got divorced... why would I not love you?"

"Looking out for you is what I'm supposed to do," I said. "And we're supposed to love each other. What we did last night..."

"Was a manifestation of the love and affection we have for each other," she said. "You can't convince me otherwise."

We lay there in silence for a moment.

"I remember a few days after you graduated high school, you were laying out by the pool with your top off," I said. "We were arguing about something, and you stood up to go inside... never grabbed your top. But you never came back out again, either."

"You remember that?" she asked, her face turning red.

"Oh, yeah. That was kind of hard to forget." 

"I took about four steps," she said, "and realized I'd just flashed you my tits. It was all I could do not to scream and run for the door. I got inside the house and ran straight to my room and slammed the door shut. I sat there on my bed almost hyperventilating, but the more I thought about it, the more excited it made me."

"Excited?" 

"Yeah," Jen said. "I went to my window, cracked the blinds and you were still laying there on your back. I convinced myself that your cock was hard and you were thinking about me, I took off my bikini bottom and got myself off thinking about you looking at me."

"I wish you'd said something," I said.

"Why? Would you have wanted to see my tits again?" 

"I don't know," I said. "Maybe. I remember thinking you were hot."

"Right. Me, hot?" Jen laid her head down against mine as she looked at me.

"Heck, yeah. Sweet little tits, tight little ass in that bikini bottom. I would have..."

"Did you get hard thinking about me?"

"Yeah, I got hard thinking about you. I got off more than once thinking about you standing there topless, imagining you skimming your bikini bottom down off your hips."

Jen shifted again. Her towel, which covered her anyway, opened even further, and I could see the shadow of her sex beneath the cloth gathered at her waist. Her pussy was devoid of hair save for a small strip right above it.

"Mmmm. I wish I could have seen you," she said. 

Jen darted her head gently forward and kissed me on the cheek.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I said.

"I heard Meghan say something about you and her having sex." A long moment of silence. "I know the two of you slept together when you were dating. Did she want you to sleep with her last night?"

"She said she'd have preferred me sleep with her instead of you," I said. 

Jen nodded.

"What about you?" she asked. "Do you wish you'd slept with her instead of me?"

Again, her eyes were questioning, vulnerable.

"No," I said. "There's no where I'd rather have been last night than in bed with you."

It was the right answer. Jen smiled and snuggled against me. 

"My turn for a question," I said.

"Okay."

"What was going on last night between the two of you?" I asked. "You and I are dancing, she comes up behind you and..."

"And she starts making out with me, right?" Jen leaned up on an elbow.

"Right. Undressing you, groping you. And then you start doing the same things with her when she and I were dancing."

Jen tossed her head back, taking a deep breath.

"Back when we were freshmen in college," Jen said, "we're cuddled up on her bed watching TV one night; you could even say we were snuggling. We were both exhausted from a long week of exams. We were warm, comfortable. 

"It all started so sweet and innocent," she said. "She kissed me on the cheek, I kissed her back on the cheek. I think we were both half asleep when we kissed on the lips. That woke us up and freaked us out. We didn't think about it a lot, I mean, we were more than just roomies, we were best friends. And, then, I think it was about a month after you and her broke up, and I'd just had a big fight with Erik. I got back to the room late that night, just as she was headed to the shower. She got back from the shower and I was laying on my bed in my underwear, all tangled up hugging Freddie, still crying."

Freddie was a huge teddy bear I'd given her when she was a little kid. Linus had his security blanket, Jen had Freddie.

"Meg pulled Freddie away from me, sat down on the bed and hugged me," she said. "She had her towel wrapped around her, and it came loose, falling off of her breasts. When she pulled me to her, my head came to rest high on her chest, and it just seemed so natural to put my arms around her. I don't remember now who did it, but one of us unhooked my bra, I pulled it off and we lay there, snuggled together on my bed for more than an hour. The first time we shifted position, it just seemed to happen all at once. My hand pinned her towel to the bed and suddenly she was naked, and just as suddenly, I kissed her breast. 

"There was an awkward moment of silence as we looked at each other," Jen said, "and I did it again. One thing led to another, and before we turned out the lights that night, I'd taken off my panties and crawled into bed with her. 

"All the time we were roommates," she said, "it was that something special between us. Erik sucked at oral sex, and Dale couldn't be bothered with it. Meg is the only person who ever really put any kind of effort into pleasuring me. We... weren't together a lot, but every now and then we'd indulge overselves.

"And since we've lived so close together," Jen said, "there have been occasions where I'm just really keyed up and Denny leaves her alone for a bit, and we..."

Jen looked at me and blushed.

"I can't believe I'm telling you all this," she said. 

"It explains last night," I said.

"Mmmm, last night." Jen sighed and smiled. "I think, in the back of my mind, I had to have fantasized about that happening. It's like I was in a dream."

Jen sat up and looked at me. My sister sat next to me, naked except for the cloth draped loosely about her thighs.

"Did you ask her what I like to do, or did she just start telling you?"

"She didn't so much tell me what it is that you like to do," I said, "as tell me some of the things that turn you on."

"So she wanted you to get me wet, hot and bothered," Jen said. "Like I am now."

Jen ran her hand down into my lap, her fingers finding the bulge of my cock pressing up.

"You're hard," she said. "You got turned on by me telling you about me and Meg."

I smiled.

"Are you forgetting that you're naked right here beside me?" I asked.

Jen pulled on the drawstring holding my shorts closed and tugged on the waistband.

"Hips up," she said. "I want to see your cock."

She got my shorts down as far as my knees. I sat up and kicked them the rest of the way off.

"What was it Meghan told you last night?" Jen asked.




My Sister's Deception Ch. 02



"She told me to love you, take care of you and be good to you," I said.

"And she got upset that we had sex."

"I don't think she actually intended for me to take my little sister as my lover," I said. 

"Hmmm." Jen kissed me on the cheek. "So what are you going to do with me now?"

Her fingers wrapped around the shaft of my cock and began to stroke it.

"Now?" I asked. 

"Yeah. We're naked in bed together, both of us aroused. What do you want to do with me now?"

"I can think of a lot of things I'd like to do with you, to find out what you do enjoy, what you do like."

"Hmmm." Jen lay down beside me and took hold of my hand. 

Pulling it to her, bringing my hand, palm up, against her sex, she pressed my fingers into her wetness.

"I like being touched," she said. "And as much as I enjoy masturbating, getting myself off, there's just something about someone else doing me."

I slid my finger inside her.

"Ahhh. Yesss. Just like that," she said. "And I love having my tits sucked."

I leaned forward and sucked the bud of her nipple in between my lips. My cock slipped free of her grasp.

"Mmmm." Jen's hand caressed the back of my neck. "Now I'm wishing Meg wasn't here this weekend."

"Why?" I asked, looking at Jen as I slid my finger in and out of her pussy. 

"Because, if she wasn't here, we could just stay in bed," she said. "We could stay naked in bed all day together."

"I thought you were going shopping?" I asked.

"You'd rather go shopping with me than be naked in bed with me?" she asked. "I can think of lots of things we can do in bed that we can't do in a store."

"Such as?" My finger slid in between her folds again.

"You can make me cum," she said. "It won't take much."

She relaxed her legs and released my hand as I slid my finger deep inside her again.

"Tell me what else it is you like," I said. "Tell me what you want."

"Hmmm. I like being on top. I want to ride you, so you can play with my tits while we fuck," she said. "And I like the missionary position, too. I want you between my legs; I want to wrap my legs around you, pulling you into me."

I leaned forward and kissed Jen's breast, sucking the nipple in between my teeth.

"Ohhh..." 

I kept my finger buried inside her as I trailed kisses down her side, pressing my hand firmly against her mound. My lips traveled down to her hip, and as I kissed my way onto the flat of her lower belly, Jen looked down at me.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Making love to my little sister," I said. 

I kissed the opening of the crease where her belly begins to descend to her pussy, and suddenly, Jen rolled against me.

I looked up at her.

"Let me," I said. "Let me taste you and make love to you, Sis."

Jen slowly relaxed and rolled onto her back, forcing me to raise up long enough for her to spread her legs. My little sister lay there, tits heaving atop her chest, yielding herself to me. I kissed just below the patch of hair, sliding my tongue down over her mound, kissing her sex, feeling the warm heat of her wetness as it coated my tongue.

She raised her hips as I slid my hands under her.

"Make love to me, brother," she said. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. "Make me cum."

I slid my tongue into and against her wet swollen sex. Each in turn, I sucked her swollen pussy lips into my mouth, the slick flesh warm between my lips. My tongue slid against the hood shielding her clit, tracing gently.

"Yesss. Ohhh, that feels good..."

Jen's breathing was becoming ragged.

"I want you," she said. "I want to cum with you inside me."

I raised up and looked at her.

Jen sat up and pulled me to her. She pressed her lips against mine, her tongue invading my mouth. And then I felt her hands on my body, pressing me back onto the bed.

"I love you," she said, kissing me.

"I love you, too," I said. My lips met hers, our mouths molded together, and she gave her tongue to me.

Our lips parted and she looked down at my cock. My erection jutted up from my groin, throbbing.

"My turn," she said.

Jen grasped my cock loosely in her hand and began stroking up and down again. Lust in her eyes, she straddled me and scooted forward until she hovered over my erection. I watched as she lowered herself onto me, the head of my cock slowly splitting and penetrating her moist channel.

"Ahhh." She sighed with contentment as she sat upon me, my cock buried inside her.

"If I regret anything about last night," she said, "it's not having a clearer memory of it."

"Think you'll remember this?" I asked as I stroked her thighs.

"Oh, yeah," she said, smiling. "I'll remember this."

Jen began to raise and lower herself on my cock, and within seconds, we had a fucking rhythm established. 

Jen rolled her hips and thrust down against my cock as I alternately thrust up into her pussy. She leaned forward, feeding me her breasts as we moved together.

In a short matter of time, both of us were breathing hard, and Jen slowed to a stop.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, panting.

She started to fall to the side.

"Roll with me," she said. "Stay inside me."

"You want me on top of you?" I asked.

She nodded.

"I want you to cum inside me," she said, "with me on my back and my legs spread, giving myself to you. I want to feel you shoot your cum inside me. I want you deep inside me."

We rolled and I managed to stay inside Jen. We took a couple of moments to situate ourselves, and as I began to pump my cock into her, Jen wrapped her legs around me.

"You feel really good, Jen," I said.

"So do you," she said. 

I pulled almost all the way out and then slid into her again. The sensation pulsed through both of us.

"Do that again," she said.

"Like this?" I pulled back, space visible between our bodies, only the head of my cock still in the opening of her swollen sex.

"Yesss," she said as I plunged into her. "Ahhh... Ohhh that feels good."

I pulled back again. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten, and I knew I couldn't hold off much longer. I slid all the way into her again, pressing myself against her.

Jen moaned as I pulled back again.

I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. The night before had been awkward, almost surreal, almost like watching someone else. This time, we both knew exactly what we were doing. We both realized we were joined together as more than brother and sister, and I knew, for myself anyway, there was nowhere else I wanted to be, nothing else I wanted to be doing at this moment in time.

"You want it, baby sister?" I asked. 

Jen's eyes fluttered open as she gasped for breath. Her mouth formed a licentious, knowing smile.

"Give it to me, big brother," she said. "Give me your cock."

I slid into her again, grinding our pelvises together.

"Ohhh... yesss." Jen arched her back and closed her eyes tight. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Make me cum."

I was on the edge. I drew back slowly, and before I could stop her, Jen used her legs to draw me in again, suddenly.

"Oh, yesss," she hissed. "Yes."

I slid into her a little faster than before.

Jen clutched at the sheets.

"Ohmigod," she said. Her chest heaved with each shallow, ragged breath. "Fuck me. Ohhh..."

"Fill me with your cum," she said.

That was the trigger.

I buried my cock in her pussy and began thrusting with short, intense jabs.

Jen grabbed at the covers; she grabbed at me. I felt her pussy clutch at my cock as she began to cum.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ohhh... ohhh..."

Jen's hands grabbed at my hips, pulling me against her as I ground myself against her, pushing my semen deep inside her.

Her body went limp, and suddenly, I was exhausted. 

I slid a hand under her hip, holding her to me as I rolled over onto my side. She rolled with me, and we lay together, slowly getting our breathing down.

A couple of minutes later, Jen leaned up and kissed me softly on the cheek.

"Meghan's going to be really disappointed in us," she said.

"Let me get this straight," I said. "You concocted this story about me being your boyfriend. That, and all that went on last night, and just now, and you're worried about her being disappointed in us?"

Jen giggled.

"Not really," she replied. "She's pretty high strung these days, and I figure this is just something else for her to stress over. Don't worry, though."

Jen pushed herself up and kissed me on the lips.

"She'll get over it," she said. "I already feel a lot better about everything. Don't you?"

I nodded as I pulled Jen to me.

Our bodies melted together as she pressed her lips to mine again.

"I don't want to get up now," she said.

"Do we have to?" I asked. "Get up and go shopping, I mean?"

"Yes," Jen said, pushing away from me. "We have to help her pick some things out, and the two of you have to help me pick some things out."

"Why do I have to be involved in the shopping at all?" I asked.

"Because I want you to," she said, running her hand down my belly. Slowly, deliberately, Jen brushed her fingertip against the head of my cock, catching the semen oozing on her finger. Looking straight at me, she licked her finger clean. 

"You won't be disappointed," she said.

I watched Jen head for the bathroom as I pondered what she'd meant by her last comment.

We left for the mall thirty minutes later, and I was still curious.



My Sister's Deception Ch. 03



By the time we finally caught up with Meghan, it was getting close to noon. She and Jen chatted for a couple of minutes on the phone, and we agreed to meet her for lunch.

Jen and I walked into the restaurant twenty minutes later, hand in hand. 

Meghan saw us when we were still several feet away from her, and her mouth dropped open.

"You've gotta be kidding me," she said.

"Was I not supposed to come with?" I asked.

Meghan looked at me, her eyebrows wrinkled, and then her expression changed. She shook her head.

"No, you're fine," she said. "I'm glad you came. I wanted you to come."

She shifted on her feet, folded her arms and looked at us.

"What?" Jen asked.

"You did it again, didn't you?" Meghan asked.

"Is it that obvious?" Jen asked, biting her lip.

"Yes. Yes, it is."

"What?" I asked.

Meghan looked at me.

"Jen has the 'FF' look," she said.

"The 'FF' look?" I asked.

"Oh. You have it, too," Meghan said.

"'Freshly fucked,'" Jen said, smiling.

"You both have this glow about you that practically screams 'I just got laid,'" Meghan said. "Geez. The two of you went back to bed and went at it as soon as I left, didn't you?

"You're just jealous," Jen said, squeezing my arm and kissing me.

"No, I'm not," Meghan said.

"Yes, you are," Jen replied.

"Okay, maybe a little, but right now, I'm hungry," Meghan said. 

A few minutes later, we were seated at a table, reading menus and waiting on our drink order.

"Did you at least wait for me to get out of the parking lot?" Meghan asked. "Because you know I almost came back upstairs to get one of the catalogs I forgot."

"Oh, don't even start," Jen said. "It's not like I'd have been setting you up like you did me that time I caught you and Denny."

Meghan's mouth dropped open and a flush of red rose rapidly from her neck to her face and ears.

"Kyhl does not need to know about that," Meghan said, blushing.

I looked over at Jen, sensing a good story needing to be told.

"So, I'm spending the weekend with them a few months back, right?" Jen ignored the daggers Meghan stared into her. "I don't remember what we'd been doing, but I was really tired and went to take a bath. I get through with my bath, the lights haven't been turned off, but they've been dimmed way down. I'm thinking they may have gone to bed already.

"So I've got my pajamas on," Jen said, "and I walk into the edge of the living room and there they are. Denny's sitting there naked, cock sticking straight up in the air, and Meg's on her knees in front of him, equally naked, sucking him off."

"Sex usually works better naked," Meghan said, smiling as her blush deepened.

Jen nodded, obviously no t finished with her story. 

"Meg sees me, stops sucking him, crawls into his lap and mounts him."

Meghan smiled and looked away, her face still flushed.

"I don't think Denny ever knew I was there," Jen said.

"He knew," Meghan said, looking back. "Not at first, but it was his idea to have sex there in the living room. And when I asked him if he was out of his mind..."

She stopped, her eyes darting from me to Jen and back.

"What?" I asked.

"He reminded me that both of us got really turned on by the thought of someone watching us having sex," she replied. "One thing led to another, and..."

She bit her lip and blinked hard, looking at Jen.

"When I straddled him," Meghan said, "I leaned in and whispered into his ear that you were standing in the shadows watching.

"We both really, really enjoyed the sex that night." Meghan sighed and leaned back in her chair.

Jen smiled at her.

"That explains a lot," Jen said. "My girlfriend, the exhibitionist."

"Oh." Meghan sat up again. "What about you this morning? Coming into the kitchen all but naked, wearing that shirt not even long enough to cover your ass?"

"Ladies," I said. "So you're both beautiful and you like to show off. You're not competing with one another, are you?"

Both rolled their eyes and agreed they weren't competing.

We ordered our food and conversation took on a considerably more amiable tone. 

As we ate lunch, you could almost see a transformation in Meghan as she relaxed and began to smile more.

After lunch, we made our way to another department store. Both women had different items of clothing they were after, with shoes being a common middle ground.

I sat down outside the fitting room area as Jen gathered some clothes into her arms to go try them on. Meghan sat down beside me, fiddling with her cell phone.

"By the way," Jen said, stopping on her heel. "Remember this morning, when the two of you were arguing? You need to kiss and make up. I'm not going to have my boyfriend and girlfriend fighting."

Meghan and I looked at each other as Jen disappeared into the fitting room.

"What did she just say?" Meghan asked. "We need to kiss and make up?"

I nodded.

"She'll know if we lie to her about it," Meghan said.

"Lie to her about what?" I asked.

"When she comes out, she'll ask if we kissed and made up," Meghan said. She leaned closer and kissed me.

Our lips made contact briefly, but long enough.

"So does this mean we're friends again?" I asked.

Meghan looked at me.

"We've been friends for a long time," she said. "I just... it's not that I was mad at you as much as I just don't want her to get hurt by something someone else does. Especially when it's someone as close as you are to her... as close as I am to her."

"She's my little sister," I said. "I'm not going to do anything to hurt her."

"She's more than that now," Meghan said. "Based on what I'm seeing, you're her lover now, too. And that's a lot of trust in you on her part."

"I won't let her down," I said. "Or you."

Meghan looked at me tentatively.

"Speaking of you," I said, "Jen says you're staying really wound up these days. Is it just the stress of getting everything ready, or is there something else wrong?"

"Denny," she said.

"What about him?" I asked.

Meghan shook her head and sighed. "Hmmm. Where should I start? To begin with, we haven't had sex in a month, and because he wants us to 'have something to look forward to', he wants us to hold off until we're married."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. And there's this woman he used to date; her name's Debbie," she said. "I've met her. She's really pretty; bigger boobs than mine; blonde. And he 'used' to date her, which theoretically means they aren't going out anymore.

"But he's already told me she's going to be his last fling," Meghan said. 

"You haven't had sex in a month?" I asked. I could tell her imposed celibacy was actually the lesser of her concerns; I was hoping I could lighten her suddenly somber mood.

It at least broke her train of thought.

"What?" She shook her head. "No. I haven't had sex in a month. I'm horny and it's making me cranky, and there's Debbie..."

"And she's going to be his last..."

"Freedom fuck is the other term he used. I know Rick has some sort of lecherous bachelor party planned, and Denny said that before we walk down the aisle and tie the knot, he's going to enjoy one last fuck with another woman while he's a free man." Meghan paused and bit her lip. "What do you think about that?"

I looked at her.

"He told you that?" I asked.

She nodded.

"I guess there's a waiting period for the 'foresaking all others' part of our vows," she said.

"So what was that bit this morning, then, about you wishing I'd slept with you last night instead of Jen?"

Meghan grinned as her face flushed red and she stood up.

"That was my aching pussy talking. I'm going to see what's taking Jen so long."

I watched her walk around the corner to the area where Jen was sequestered.

I could hear muffled voices talking, punctuated with laughter. A few minutes later, they walked out of the fitting room, still laughing together. Jen's blouse was half unbuttoned and her jeans were unfastened.

"Go find me another one like this on that rack over there," she said, pointing. "In the next size smaller, please."

I got her the next size smaller, and as I handed it to her, Meghan followed her back into the fitting room.

A few minutes later, I felt as though I was the walking valet. I was holding clothes for both of them as we neared the lingerie department.

"We were talking a few minutes ago," Jen said, "and we want to go out tonight."

"And do what?" I asked.

"We want to go dancing," Jen said.

"Dancing?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "Like last night."

"Like last night?"

"Okay," Meghan said, "maybe not exactly like last night. We should probably save the last night stuff for when we're alone. We just want to dress up a little and go dancing, preferably someplace where we won't have to worry about guys hitting on us."

"That could be a tall order," I said. "The two of you dressed up for a night on the town would be hard to resist."

"That's why you're going with us," Jen said. "We want you to take us dancing."

We spent nearly all afternoon at the mall. I spent a good bit of my time rendering opinions on different outfits, except for when we were in the lingerie department. 

With dinner time drawing near, we finally headed home to get dressed for an evening out.

Jen and Meghan decided I would be the designated driver for the evening as well, and that being the case, when we arrived home, they popped the cork on a bottle of wine to indulge in while they got ready.

"So... did the two of you kiss and make-up earlier?" Jen asked, her eyes dancing back and forth between Meghan and me.

I nodded.

"We did," Meghan replied. 

"I didn't see it," Jen said.

"I told you she wouldn't believe us," Meghan said, looking at me. "So... what? Do you want us to kiss again?"

Jen nodded. 

"Just because you didn't see it doesn't mean it didn't happen," Meghan said. "But if it'll make you happy..." She took a deep breath as she stepped around the corner of the counter and put her arms around my neck. Her fingers pressed gently against the back of my neck as she tilted her head up.

Our lips met, molding together firmly, and then pulling apart. We hugged, Meg holding onto me tightly as I squeezed her, lifting her feet from the floor, making her squeal.

I set her down and she laughed, falling against my arms as she spun around me to look at Jen.

"Satisfied?" she asked, tilting her head as she looked past me to Jen.

Jen smiled and nodded. "It wasn't vey inspired, but it'll do. So, the two of you are good now? No more fighting or arguing?"

Meghan shook her head.

"I overreacted this morning," she said. "I just..."

"You were horny and were upset about missing out," Jen said.

Meghan stiffened in my arms and pushed away, looking at me. "What did you tell her?"

"I didn't tell her..."

Jen cut me off. "Relax. He didn't tell me anything. I overheard you this morning. You wished it'd been you he'd fucked instead of me."

Panic swept across Meghan's face.

"Jen... it's not like that. What I meant was..."

"What you meant was, you were shocked at seeing me have sex with my brother, and to spare me the unspeakable awkwardness of it all, you were..." Jen turned and leaned against the counter, choosing her words carefully. "You were willing to 'suffer through' sleeping with him again if it would spare me having to. Am I right?"

Meghan's eyes darted between Jen and me, and she nodded weakly.

"I don't know that I'd use the phrase 'suffer through' to describe it, though," she said, as she pushed gently against my chest, smiling and looking away. "And, anyway, we've talked about it some since then, and... and I've had a chance to watch the two of you together, and... I'm sorry, Jen."

Jen pushed away from the counter and hugged Meghan. I stood there smiling, watching the two of them hold each other tight. 

"It's okay. I understand. And I don't care. If it were anyone else, I'd probably be pissed, but we're like sisters, and..." Jen looked over at me. "It's almost like he's your brother, too."

"Except that I used to sleep with him all the time."

"Yeah." Jen pushed away from Meghan and started pouring the drinks. "I think that was the first time I've heard the two of you talk about having sex. I was standing there listening, thinking about last night, and I started getting these visuals of what would have happened if the two of you had slept together."

An awkward silence hung in the air.

"You imagined me sleeping with Meg?" I asked.

Jen shrugged. "Not so much sleeping, as the two of you... Okay..." Jen spun to face both of us. "We were all horny last night." She looked at Meg. "I know you're horny because it's almost the only thing we talked about on the way here yesterday. And you..." Jen looked back at me and smiled, blushing a little. "I know you were horny for a lot of other reasons."

Jen handed a glass to Meghan and took a sip from her own.

"The important thing is that we don't let this affect us," Jen said. "The two of you've been friends for too long, and you're too much like a sister to me."

"A sister that's getting married," Meghan said.

"That's right," Jen said, laughing as she and Meghan hugged and kissed again as we headed out of the kitchen.

"So," Jen said, squeezing Meghan's hand, "are you going to show him what you bought?"

"He saw everything I bought."

"Not everything."

Meghan looked at Jen and then her mouth fell open.

"And he's not going to see everything, either."

"What?" I asked.

"She bought..."

"I bought a white robe and nightgown set," Meghan said.

"It looks super," Jen said. "See-through. Lots of lace. You'd like it."

"But you can't see it," Meghan said. "The only person that gets to see me in it... or out of it, either, for that matter, is Denny. I bought it for my wedding night."

"That sounds fair enough," I said.

"Neither of you is any fun," Jen said, turning on her heels. "I'm going to get ready."

Meghan and I watched as she left the room, her blouse billowing behind her as she unfastened the last of the buttons.

I looked over at Meghan and smiled.

"I should probably get ready, too."

"Yeah."

Meghan grabbed my arm and hugged me, and just as suddenly, she kissed me, and for probably a lot longer than she should have. I put my arms around her and hugged her.

"Promise me one thing?" Meghan asked, pushing back from me.

"What's that?"

"That you won't go in there and..."

"Did we make too much noise last night? Was that the problem?"

Meghan's face turned a little red and she looked down as she shook her head.

"No. It's just... I'm getting hungry, and if the two of you get started, it'll be at least an hour or more before we leave."

Meghan kissed me on the cheek and went to change.

I walked into the bedroom; Jen stood next to the bed digging into her bag. She looked over at me and smiled as I walked up behind her and hugged her.

"Mmmm." Jen giggled and grabbed my hands as I hugged her tight, lifting her off the floor and setting her back down again, and just as I thought she was going to push my hands away, she pulled them up to her chest and leaned back against me.

"We can't do this right now," I said.

"Why not?" Jen asked, pouting as she planted her lips against my cheek.

"Meghan says she's hungry. She's anxious to get to dinner."

Jen sighed as she kissed me again.

"Alright. But we are definitely going to do it when we get home tonight."

She turned around inside my arms, hugged me tight and kissed me.

"Deal," I said, kissing her back. "Can I ask you something?"

Jen giggled. "After growing up together, last night and this morning, you want to know if you can ask me something? Please. What is it?"

"Meghan told me today she and Denny haven't..."

"...had sex in a month? I know." She reached into her bag again, pulled out a strapless bra and began changing clothes. She shrugged as she pulled off her shirt. "If you're asking me if you can sleep with her... She's like a sister to both of us and..." 

"That wasn't where I was going with my question, Jen."

"Oh. Okay. So what was your question?"

"Did she tell you he's planning to sleep with one of his former girlfriends before they get married?"

Jen's shoulders sagged and she sat on the bed as she chewed her lower lip. And then she nodded.

"She... she is so stressed out right now, it's not funny. To begin with, Denny won't have sex with her under the pretense of wanting to make their wedding night special. And that's a load of crap because of his plan to sleep with someone other than her before they get married. Did she tell you about Debbie?"

I nodded. "You've met her?" 

Jen nodded. "Denny's a tits guy, and she's got a pair." Jen cupper her hands in front of her chest. "She's at least a D-cup, and from what I understand, she's not that picky about who sees them, and I'm pretty sure that she and Denny are sleeping together now as it is."

"Wow. What makes you so sure?"

"I've seen them together several times, acting more like a couple than a couple that used-to-be." Jen took a deep breath. "And... he hit on me."

"What do you mean, he hit on you?"

She sighed and shook her head. "He tried wooing me, telling me how awful it must be for us to spend so much time apart, and that if I ever needed anything, anything at all, he would be more than happy to take care of me."

"Maybe he's just looking out for his fiancé's best friend."

Jen looked at me and shook her head.

"Really? You honestly believe that?"

"You're that sure, huh?"

Jen nodded. "And that's part of why Meghan is with me this weekend, to try and take her mind off all of it. So, tonight is an escape for her.

"You sure you don't mind taking us dancing?" Jen asked, looking up at me.

"No, Sis. It'll be fun." I didn't mind. Not at all.

Half an hour later, we were at dinner.

Jen and Meghan didn't get drunk, but they were soon far from stone sober, and they had the giggles. That notwithstanding, dinner passed uneventfully, save for the admiring glances cast our way from people noticing my two partners.

They were both dressed to entice; Jen in a strapless dress that was fairly well skin tight, and Meghan in a sleeveless zebra print number that was just as form flattering. I found myself early on imagining how playful and seductive they would both be after a night of drinking and dancing together; we'd have fun when we got back home; I was sure of it.

Once we were at the club, I almost immediately got the feeling I was the third wheel. The two of them were off to the dance floor without missing a beat, and I watched as they began to shake their bodies with the music before joining them on the floor. In a matter of minutes, I reminded myself and both of the girls why dancing at clubs has never been one of my favorite activities; I looked silly and spastic, as their laughter attested. But Jen held onto my hand, pulling me to her and whispering, or shouting, rather, that she didn't care; she just wanted me with her.

After a few songs had played through, I went to the bar to get us drinks, and almost immediately, the first vulture of the evening appeared. Fortunately, he was gentleman enough to understand what they meant when they declined his offer and turned away from him.

A couple of minutes later, they came off the floor, stopping by me long enough to take sips of the drinks I'd ordered for them.

"You weren't gone a minute before that guy came over," Jen said.

"You sound surprised," I said.

Meghan's glance shifted from Jen to me and back to Jen.

"A little," Jen replied.

"You shouldn't be," I said. "You're the two most beautiful women here tonight."

"Damn right," Meghan said, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek.

Jen smiled as Meghan grabbed her hand.

"We're going to the ladies' room," she said. "We'll be back."




My Sister's Deception Ch. 03



They hadn't even taken their first step when Jen stopped and turned back to me, her hand against the bar as she slid into my arms.

"Wanna find a dark corner?"

I laughed.

"Are you serious?"

She licked her lips and nodded.

"If you want me to, I'll take my panties off and..."

Her eyes darted in the flickering light and her lips curled up into a smile.

"Take your panties off," I said, "but I don't think we need to do the dark corner thing."

She smiled at me and somehow managed to keep her footing as Meghan dragged her from the bar. I watched them walk away; both their dresses stopped at or above mid-thigh, leaving a lot of leg exposed and making for a pleasant sight. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see Ron Messing, one of my co-workers.

"Where did you find those two?" he asked.

Think fast.

"And which one are you taking home?"

"Actually," I said, "I'll be taking both of them home."

His mouth fell open.

"You're kidding me."

"The blonde is my girlfriend." Now I was telling the lie, too. "The brunette is her girlfriend. Her engaged girlfriend."

Ron shook his head.

"How come you I haven't met her before?" he asked.

"She lives a couple of hours away from here," I said. "Her picture's been on my desk for ages."

It was an old picture. Did we look like we were in love, or did we look like siblings? I couldn't remember.

"That picture of you on that boat?" he asked.

"Yeah." It was from a lake trip during the summer; between her senior year in high school and freshman year in college, if I remembered right.

He wrinkled his brow.

"She looks a lot older than I remember from the picture," he said.

"We've known each other for years," I said.

He nodded, seeming to understand and accept what he was being told.

"Hey, listen; I'll catch you later," he said. "I'm gonna see who else I can see."

I waved to him as he disappeared in the crowd.

My eye caught sight of Jen and Meg as they made their way back to me. 

Both of them crowded into me and I felt suddenly vulnerable as both of them shoved a hand in to my pants pockets, one on either side.

"She talked me into it," Meghan said, leaning into my ear.

I looked over at Jen, who just smiled. I shook my head and she leaned in and kissed me.

"I want you so bad right now," she said.

"We can leave whenever you're ready," I said.

They weren't ready, though. 

We stayed there for a couple of hours and they managed to drag me out onto the floor a couple more times. Another woman they met suggested we follow her and her friends to another club, and we left. 

The second club was a symphony of light and sound that was almost too much. We stayed there until almost one in the morning, and with so many people there we could hardly move, we decided to head home. 

Jen grabbed my arm as we left the club, holding on to Meghan with her other hand as we started walking to the car.

"When we get home, I want you to dance with me," she said, leaning against my shoulder.

"You aren't danced out?" I asked as I pulled the keys from my pocket.

Jen shook her head.

I opened the door and Jen leaned up against the car, blocking Meghan from getting in and slipping her arms around my neck, pulling me to her as my hands grabbed her waist.

I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes danced across my face as she smiled and reached for Meghan, pulling her to us, and a moment later, the three of us were in a very intimate group hug.

"When we get home, I want you to put on some slow music and take me in your arms. I want to feel your hands all over me. I want you to undress me and I want you to make love to me."

"Like last night?"

Jen shook her head slowly as her fingers stroked my neck.

"Not like last night. Tonight'll be better."

Jen's mouth hung open, her lips curling into a soft smile. She kissed me, her lips soft and open, and then I kissed her. Jen's mouth opened wide and I felt her tongue surge forward to meet mine as her fingers plowed into my hair.

Jen turned her attention to Meghan and kissed her in the same manner.

"Are the two of you going to do it here, or are we going to go home first?" Meghan asked as she breathed against Jen's cheek.

Jen giggled as she kissed Meghan again.

"I meant I want the two of you to undress me and make love to me," she said. "Both of you."

Meghan's eyes went wide and darted towards me. My cock was suddenly throbbing as Jen turned and leaned forward against the car.

"Unzip me."

"What?"

"Unzip me and unhook my bra."

She looked back over her shoulder at me and batted her eyelashes.

"Please?"

I tugged her zipper down, slowly exposing her back, and then, as requested, unhooked her bra. 

Jen backed up and leaned forward, allowing her dress to fall enough that she could peel her bra from her breasts, and then she lifted her dress back into place and climbed in so I could shut the door. 

Jen and Meg talked the whole way home like a couple of giddy school girls.

When we got back to my building, Jen allowed me to zip her dress, and I watched as she spun and danced her way to the elevator as Meghan laughed. They fell into each other's arms as the elevator door closed, kicking off their shoes. They held hands as we traveled upstairs, strolling serenely together to my apartment when the elevator disgorged us.

As I fumbled with the lock, Jen leaned against the outer wall.

"Ready to get naked?" she asked.

I looked up at her. I wasn't sure if she was asking me.

"Dontcha think we ought to get inside first?" Meghan asked, stroking the side of Jen's face.

"Maybe," Jen replied. 

She turned around as I opened the door, gliding over the threshold with a grace I found surprising for the moment. Meghan followed her in, and as I closed the door behind us, they both dropped their shoes at the edge of the living room.

"Music, please," Jen said, sliding her arms around my neck, kissing me and then spinning away toward Meghan. 

"We've been on our feet all night long," Meghan said. "Aren't you ready to call it a night?" Fatigue was beginning to bleed through her good looks.

Jen's hands slid down Meg's arms as I stepped toward the stereo and she shook her head.

"We're just getting started."

I turned on the stereo as she pulled back the drapes baring the living room to the view of the balcony and all beyond it. The only light in the room was a lamp by the couch; I watched the shadowed reflections in the glass as Jen turned away from the window, extending her arms overhead as she stretched.

Almost as soon as the music started, Jen reached for Meghan again, and I watched them huddle close together as Elvis began singing "Love Me Tender," and a moment later, the two of them were slow dancing in each other's arms, Jen's around Meghan's neck; Meghan's around Jen's waist. 

I stood back and watched as they snuggled together in intimacy that had been impossible for most of the evening, and then, Jen looked over her shoulder at me. 

Her hand caught mine as I stepped up behind her and put my hands on her hips, just below Meghan's, and Jen tilted her head back, kissing me.

"Remember what I said I wanted?" she asked, brushing her lips against my cheek.

"I do."

"Get undressed. We'll either be naked or really close to it by the time you are."

"Jenifer!"

"Shhh." She quieted our friend with a kiss, and as I stepped away to disrobe, Meghan's eyes glazed over, a mix of intoxication, lust, and to some degree, the desire for slumber.

They didn't make much progress though, content to simply be in each other's arms, and by the time I was down to my boxers, both were still as clothed as they had been coming through the door.

I stepped up behind Jen, sliding my hands down past her waist to her hips.

"Mmmm." She looked back at me. "Get rid of the boxers, too."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Take it all off. I want to feel you naked against me."

I shoved my boxers to the floor and caught Jen's hand in mine as she pulled me to her, my swelling cock rubbing against her dress as Jen pulled my hands around her, and as I leaned in closer, Meghan's hands traveled up Jen's back.

"Mmmm." Jen purred as my hands glided across her belly, caressing her. "Higher. Move your hands higher."

I brought my hands up along her ribcage and felt her breathe in deep as I cupped her breasts, brushing against Meghan's chest as I did.

"That feels good," Jen said, leaning back and kissing me again.

"I think I'm going to go get undressed," Meghan said as she began pulling her hands away from Jen.

Meg turned around in front of us and looked back over her shoulder.

"Want to unzip me?"

Jen leaned back and whispered in my ear. "You do it."

I reached forward for Meghan's zipper as Jen reached forward, her fingers grabbing at Meghan's hips, and I slowly bared Meghan's back as her dress peeled away.

The zipper stopped low on her waist, and as I pulled my hand back to me, Jen reached up, unhooking Meghan's bra and then fanned her hands out across Meghan's back, sweeping her dress and the straps of her bra from her shoulders. 

Meghan sighed and caught the dress as it slid down her arms; she pulled one arm, then the other free, and with it threatening to fall from her hips, she grabbed it up, holding it to her chest and turned around, hugging and kissing Jen.

"Thank you," she said.

She pulled her arm from around Jen and stepped to the side, reaching up and kissing me on the cheek, her lips missing mine at the last moment.

"And thank you, too."

Jen and I watched as Meghan turned and walked out of the room, allowing the dress to drop from her body, giving us a brief glance of her bare ass as she stepped out of sight.

I felt Jen's hands drop to her side and reach back for me.

"My turn," she said.

"Are you anxious to get undressed?" I asked.

Jen giggled and nodded as she leaned her head back and kissed me. "Don't you want to see your little sister naked?" 

I nodded and she giggled again.

"Good. I want you to undress me and hold me and touch me and make me cum."

I held on to her with one hand on her belly and reached in between us, finding the tab of her zipper and pulling it down again, stopping about halfway and reaching around her again, fanning my hands out across her body.

I dipped my head down to her shoulder and planted a wet kiss on her skin as my hands reached up to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently and then pushing my thumbs into the top edge of her dress and pulling it down, exposing her tits.

"Mmmm... yeah... strip me naked. Pinch my nipples..."

My hands swept up again, cupping her exposed breasts, and I took her one nipple in between my thumb and index finger, rolling it gently as I slowly manipulated the other nipple with the ring in it.

"Ohhh, yesss... you are making me sooo wet..."

Jen reached up with one hand, laying it on top of mine and pressing in

I kept one hand on her breast and found her zipper again, tugging it farther down, and Jen grabbed at her dress, almost pushing out of my arms as she shoved it down around her waist

Jen turned inside my grasp and thrust her arms around my neck, crushing her breasts against me. I moved my hands down the bare skin of her back, over the bunched up cloth of her dress and cupped her ass with my hands.

Her eyes danced as she looked up at me. I tilted my head and kissed her.

Jen moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her ass pulling her against me, and she pulled her mouth from mine, clinging to me, panting.

"Take me to bed or fuck me right here." Her voice was a raspy whisper punctuated by her hot breath against my ear as she rubbed her leg against me, opening herself to me. 

I eased my grip on her, swatting her lightly on her behind.

"To bed with you, then," I said.

She smiled as she turned away from me, grabbing my hand and pulling me with her.

And then she stopped suddenly.

Meghan stood at the hall entryway, mouth agape as she stared at us. If she was shocked to see us headed for the bedroom, we were just as surprised to see her. She wore nothing more than a see-through red robe; beneath it, she was completely naked.

"Ohmigod," she said. "The two of you... are... really... going to do it."

Jen slid her arms inside Meghan's robe and around her waist and kissed her.

"Yeah. We are." Jen looked up at Meghan as she pushed back the cloth of her robe, exposing Meghan's breasts and crushing them against her own.

"You saw us last night," Jen said. "And we talked about it earlier."

"Talked about what?" I asked.

"How hot it made her last night to see you fucking me." Jen leaned up and kissed me, pushing her upper lip between mine, followed by her tongue.

Jen turned away from me, and as she started to step past Meghan, she kissed her again and grabbed at the edge of her robe. Meghan stood rooted to the floor, her hands at her side as Jen moved past her, and her robe slipped from her shoulder, completely exposing her breast and hip.

Now I stood directly in front of Meghan, and as her mouth hung open, our hands dangled awkwardly as we resisted the natural desire to hug one another. I put a hand out, my fingertips grazing her hip as I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. She brought her hands up to my face and held onto me just like that for a moment before kissing me back, and a quick peck on the lips turned into a longer, open-mouthed kiss, and for the first time in years, I tasted Meghan's tongue against my own.

Meghan's hand let go of mine and I turned to follow Jen, who'd stopped in the doorway, leaning against it as she watched us, one hand on her belly, the other massaging her breast.

Jen caught my hand as I stepped past her, and she followed me into the bedroom. We'd closed the bedroom door the previous night, and it hadn't mattered. Tonight, Jen made no effort to close it as she stumbled in after me. She stepped in front of me and stood there as I sat on the edge of the bed, my cock pointing up at her as my hands slid up her thighs and grasped the cloth pooled loosely around her waist.

Her dress slid from her hips and she stepped out of it, kneeling down to pick it up and lay it across the chair.

Jen turned around and smiled, running her hand, fingers extended, down past her hard nipples to slide in between her legs.

I leaned forward, pushing her hands out of the way and kissed her belly and Jen brought her hands to my head and held me against her for a moment, and then she tilted my head up, bringing my mouth to her breast. I opened my mouth as she fed me her nipple and Jen gasped as I sucked in the erect bud of flesh.

"Ohhh..." 

Her hands swept down to my shoulders as I opened my mouth wider and swept my tongue around her nipple before biting down on it lightly.

I felt her legs tremble and I reached up, squeezing her ass and sliding my fingers in between her legs. Her breast slipped free from my mouth as she trembled against me, desperate to spread her legs apart and open herself to me.

She stood back up and my lips found her other breast. Jen sighed as my tongue slid around her nipple and flicked the ring in it. My hands were all over her, moving up and down her thighs, squeezing her ass, and then I slid a hand in between her legs in front, moving it up to cup her pussy.

"Oh gawd, yes," she said as my middle finger slid through her moist outer lips and found her sopping wet hole.

I slid my finger inside her and sucked her breast into my mouth, and Jen moaned.

"Ooohhh... Fuck me. Stick your finger inside me and fuck me," she said as she spread her legs a little farther, almost squatting.

"Unhhh." 

I looked up at Jen. She was holding on to my shoulders, her eyes closed and her mouth open as my fingers pleasured her.

And then I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.

Meghan stood just outside the entrance to the bedroom.

Jen's head turned, following my gaze, and she held a hand out, beckoning Meghan to her.

Meghan started to take a step forward.

"Take the robe off," she said. 

Meghan's eyes danced between me and my sister as she let the cloth slip from its already precarious perch on her shoulders, and we watched it slide from her fingertips as she stepped into our bedroom, walking towards us.

Jen raised her arm up, and a moment later, Meghan stood next to us, her leg brushing against mine and her breast pressing against Jen's as the two of them kissed, and then Meghan slid behind her, running her hands up and down my sister's body.

Jen reached back, rubbing Meghan's thigh and gasped as Meghan pinched her nipples.

"Suck her tits."

I looked up into my sister's lust filled eyes, she smiled and nodded, rolling her chest toward me as Meghan offered me her breast. I opened my mouth and took my sister's nipple in between my lips. Jen dug her fingers into my skin as I suckle the tit her friend fed me.

Jen leaned forward as her nipple slipped from my lips.

"I can't stand up anymore," she said.

She practically fell onto the bed, nearly tripping Meghan, and I suddenly had Meghan all but in my lap as Jen rolled on the bed beside me. 

"Your turn," Jen said, sitting up and reaching past me.

Meghan's mouth opened as she shook her head lightly, but then, her fingers were buried in Jen's hair as Jen touched her hip and kissed the nipple of Meghan's left breast.

"Ohgod..."

"Does that feel good, baby?" Jen asked, stroking Meghan's hip.

"Yesss..." Meghan's head no longer shook for no, but now nodded gently for yes.

Jen looked at me and smiled as she leaned forward and took Meghan's nipple into her mouth again, and the fingers of Meghan's other hand clutched at my shoulder.

My cock throbbed as I watched my sister begin making love to our friend, and as Meghan hovered in my lap, her legs spread ever so slightly, pussy barely glistening, and as her breast swelled in front of me, I leaned forward and took her other nipple in between my lips.

"Ooohhh..." Meghan moaned and gasped almost all at once as we suckled her tits. "Let me lay down beside you."

Jen moved back, pushing at me, and Meghan slid in between us, collapsing onto the bed.

"I've never..." she shook her head. "I've never had both of my nipples sucked at the same time before."

"Does it feel good?" Jen asked.

Meghan smiled and looked at me before glancing at Jen.

"Lay down," she ordered.

Jen smiled as she lay down next to Meghan, who motioned for me to crawl forward, and a moment later, Jen was moaning and writhing as Meghan and I suckled both of her tits.

We tortured her like that for a minute or two, and then, Jen was pushing me from her breast, pushing my head down her body.

I took the hint and began kissing her bare skin, kissing down past her belly, and within a minute or so, I slid my hands under her ass, raising her up as I stabbed my tongue at the top of her pubic mound.

Jen moved her legs farther apart, and I kissed her pussy, thrusting my tongue against her wetness. Jen moaned and her fingers grabbed at my head.

Meghan sat up, her mouth hanging open.

"Ohmigod that feels good..." Jen's legs flexed as she pulled them up, opening herself more to me, and she turned her head toward Meghan.

"I can't believe I'm seeing this," Meghan said. "I can't believe he's actually going down on you."

I raised up and looked at her as Jen reached out and stroked Meghan's arm.

"You still don't believe we're really a couple, do you? You watched us last night; you saw us together today. What else do you want to see?"

Meghan looked at Jen and looked at me.

"I want to see you suck his cock."

"Okay." Jen looked at me and pulled her hand back as she started to sit up.

I rose up on my knees as she sat up, and Jen bent forward, grabbing my penis, swirling her tongue around the head and then swallowing me, and I leaned forward, holding her against me.




My Sister's Deception Ch. 03



My cock hung in front of me, throbbing as Jen pulled back from it, licking her lips, looking up at me, and then back down at my cock. She looked over at Meghan, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, wagging at her.

"Do you want my tongue between your legs?" Jen asked, leaning away from me.

Meghan looked up at me in sudden alarm.

"Do you want me to make you cum?"

Jen didn't wait for Meghan to reply, but instead, rolled away from me, pulling Meghan's legs apart and at the same time, pushing her back on the bed, and a minute later, Jen had her tongue deeper inside Meghan than I'd had mine in her.

I'd gotten hard earlier in the morning when Jen had told me about the two of them together, but seeing it was something else, and as I watched my sister make love to our friend, my cock throbbed. Meghan grabbed at the sheets, losing herself in the pleasure, and Jen lay there, her legs spread ever so slightly apart.

I leaned forward and laid a hand on Jen's ass.

She looked back at me and smiled.

"Wanna fuck me?"

I nodded, and she crawled onto her knees, folding at the waist so she could continue to eat Meghan's pussy, and I moved in behind her.

I slid a hand in between Jen's thighs, splitting her wet, swollen lips with my finger as I aimed my cock at her opening.

"Mmmm... yeah... that's it, baby," she said as I centered my cock in her opening.

I grasped Jen's hips and leaned forward; my cock slid into her and she gasped.

Meghan pushed up on her elbows as I began thrusting in to Jenifer.

"Ohmigod... you're actually fucking her."

"Gawd, yes, he's fucking me... ohhh, fuck me, baby..."

Jen eating Meghan's pussy was forgotten as I plowed into her.

Meghan reached down, stroking Jen's hair, and as I continued fucking her, Jen laid her head on Meghan's thigh and slid a finger into Meghan's pussy.

"I want to watch him cum inside of you," she said. "And then I want to watch him pull his cock out, with his cum still oozing out onto you."

"You're a dirty girl," Jen said.

Meghan shook her head. "This is just so fucking hot I can't believe it."

Jen pressed herself up, leaning back up against me.

"Let me lay down," she said, looking over her shoulder.

I pulled out of her, and Jen unfolded herself, collapsing onto the bed next to Meghan once more, and as I moved to crawl between her legs, Meghan sat up and reached for me.

"I want to taste her on your cock," she said, leaning forward and taking the head of my penis into her mouth.

"I want to see you do that again," Jen said, "after he cums in me."

Meghan fell back onto the bed giggling. 

"What if I want to eat his cum out of you?"

Jen giggled and looked up at me.

"I think he'd like to watch that."

I nodded as Jen spread her legs for me, a finger running through her swollen, wet folds.

I slowly dipped my cock into her again, pressing in gently, and then thrusting all the way into her as she grabbed for me.

"You want to see him cum in my pussy?" she asked, looking over at Meghan.

Meghan nodded and smiled.

"If he gets hard again, he gets to fuck you."

Meghan's mouth opened and she looked up at me before swallowing hard and nodding, her mouth open in amazement as she watched my cock slide in and out of Jen's pussy.

She leaned over and kissed Jen softly on the cheek, Jen turned her head to Meghan, and as I continued to fuck her, the two of them began to kiss, their tongues dancing.

I'd never dreamed I'd actually be in bed with two women, much less my sister and her best friend, and along with the thought that I might get to fuck Meghan as she slurped cum from Jen's pussy was more than I could handle.

"Jen..."

"Ohhh... I can feel you getting harder, baby..."

"Uh huh..."

"You're gonna cum..."

"Cum with me, Sis... cum with me..."

"Ohgodyesss... fill my pussy... ohhh..."

I erupted inside her, our bodies bumping together raggedly as I flooded her with semen for the third time in roughly twenty-four hours.

"Pull out," Meghan said, reaching for me. "I want to see it oozing out of you."

I pushed myself up, pulling my still hard cock from my sister's pussy, and Meghan leaned forward, cupping my balls in her hand as she swallowed my cock and making me moan as she milked me dry.

A minute later, I'd had all I could stand, and I fell back, away from both of them before crawling up to lie beside Jen, and we both watched as Meghan took my place between Jen's parted thighs, smiling.

"I'd forgotten how good your cum tastes," she said. "And with Jen coating your cock..." Meghan licked her lips and dipped her head between Jen's thighs.

Jen grabbed my arm and gasped as Meghan's tongue lapped at her.

"So," she said, smiling as she closed her eyes again in pleasure. "Do you want to fuck her?"

I nodded.

"I do. I'm just not sure I've got the energy."

And I didn't have the energy that night. 

Meghan made Jen come two more times as she gulped my semen from my sister's pussy, and then, as the three of us snuggled on the bed to go to sleep, Jen made Meghan cum, her fingers buried in her best friend's pussy.

We woke up late the next morning, and after lounging around for a couple of hours, they packed up and went home.

In spite of the fact that I didn't have an official embossed invitation yet, the wedding was a mere six weeks away.



My Sister's Deception Ch. 04



Meghan had promised me an honest to goodness invitation to her wedding, and four days after she and my sister went home, it arrived in the mail.

We'd had a wild weekend together, regardless of whether you were talking about all three of us, or just me and my sister Jenifer, but Meghan had made a good point.

In order for us to convince people we were a legitimate couple, we'd have to be convincing in public, where others would see us interacting together, and after having some time to the let the whole idea soak through me without Jen in front of me to serve as a distraction, I realized it would be a real feat to pull it off.

I gave it a lot of thought and decided to surprise her. I scheduled some appointments out of town, arranging them so I'd be able to take her out to lunch and then spend the evening with her.

Supposedly, I'd been sending flowers on a regular basis for some time, so it just seemed like the thing to do when I stopped to grab some on my way to see her. The florist on the corner near her office had a nice bunch of daisies that I knew would put a smile on her face. It was a small arrangement, big enough to be noticed, but not so large as to be obnoxious, and I figured delivering them to her personally, at her office before taking her to lunch, would go a long way toward setting the tone for how we were perceived as a couple.

I stepped off the elevator and immediately knew I was being scrutinized; when I asked for her, it was like the wizard had come from Oz to see Dorothy, and I was conscious of several sets of eyes looking at me as I walked back to her work area.

Jenifer jumped up from her desk and hugged me when I came around the corner and stepped into her cube.

"I didn't expect to see you here," she said, hugging me tightly. 

She knew I was coming. The stage was set and the actress was giving her performance. Her face lit up as she saw the flowers.

"How else was I supposed to bring you flowers and take you to lunch?" I asked. The flowers and lunch were improvised additions to our little 'script.'

So was the kiss.

Like it was the most natural thing in the world, Jen kissed me. Not quite square on the lips; her lips melted in to mine, her upper lip between mine, my lower lip between hers. It was a shock, and then it was over, allowing me to take a deep breath. Fortunately, my back was to the opening of her cube. Those who were meant to see her kiss me saw that and not the surprised look on my face.

"I'd love to go to lunch with you," she said, still holding on to me with one hand as she sat the flowers on her desk with the other. "Let me finish up this one thing."

Jen sat back down at her computer and I looked at the frames hanging next to her desk. Professional certifications, credentials reflecting her training hung in a triangle.

"You must be the oft discussed, never-before-seen boyfriend."

I turned me head to the doorway, then my body. Flowing red curls, green eyes, light green dress covering what looked to be a stunning figure, with great calves showing beneath. 

Focus, I told myself. Bad form to even give the appearance of playing the field when you're with your girlfriend, whether it's your sister or not.

"See," Jen said, "I told you he existed. Mike, Allyson; Allyson, Mike."

Allyson and I shook hands as she licked her lips. She had a charming smile.

"Several of us used to kid her that she bought a picture frame and dropped a picture of somebody's brother in it," Allyson said. 

"I travel a lot," I said. "Usually, when I'm in town, it's just for the weekend. And then again, a lot of the time, Jen comes to see me."

"It must be hard," Allyson said, "being so close to someone, yet so far away most of the time."

"You know what they say," Jen said. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder. We try to make the most out of our time together."

"Must make for some great weekends, then." A new voice. Attached to an arrogant smirk. 

"Kyhl, this is..."

"Richard," he said, sticking his hand out to shake mine. "Most folks call me..."

"Is it Rick or Dick?" I asked. My emphasis was on dick. Allyson bit her lips suppressing a smile; Jen's eyes went wide.

"Rick," he said, his face flushing with embarrassment. "Call me Rick. Look... you're coming to Meghan's wedding, right?"

I nodded.

"Great. Hey... maybe we can toss a few back and get better acquainted some time?"

He was already walking away as I nodded to him.

"Fat chance," I said when he was gone.

"It was nice meeting you," Allyson said, smiling. "Come around a little more often."

Jenifer sat shaking her head as she secured her work station and grabbed her purse.

"Not here ten minutes and you insult one of my co-workers," she said, "and make eyes at another. What kind of example are you setting for me?"

"Oh, please. Like you haven't called him that at least once a week since you started here. And I was just being polite."

"More like once a day," she said, pushing her chair in. "Or more. But I try not to keep count. And you were more than just polite. I saw you checking her out.

"Not that I can blame you. She is pretty."

"Not as pretty as you are," I said, sliding an arm around her and kissing her on the cheek.

Hands grabbed me from behind and then I felt a body slide around me.

"Fancy seeing you here." Meghan pushed a wisp of hair out of her face.

"Thought I'd come take her to lunch and spend the night. If she'll let me."

Jen smiled and slid her hand into mine.

"Oh, she'll let you. Spend the night. She may not let you leave afterward, though."

"Wanna come to lunch with us?" Jen asked.

"Can't. I've got other fish to fry. But we'll catch up later."

Jenifer hooked her arm in mine as we left her office. There was a Chinese restaurant just down the street from her office, and a few minutes later, we were sipping hot tea, stirring bowls of egg drop soup and waiting for our meals.

"You are going to owe me so big," I said.

"I know," she said. "But you have to admit, so far, it's working out really well."

"So far?" I asked. "Jen, sweetheart, it hasn't even started good yet."

"How do you figure?" she asked. "After last weekend, I'd think we were off to a great start."

"You've been to weddings," I said. "Forget how goo-goo eyed the wedding is supposed to make all the single women, especially those with boyfriends in-tow, and think about how we're going to be expected to interact together. That is where the real convincing is going to take place."

"Well," she said, "they do have us together in the same room, with a king-size bed."

I sat there looking at her.

"And then there's dinner, dancing, and everything else," I said. "People expect to see certain things, Sis. You expect to see a man and a woman acting certain ways toward each other when they're in love."

"You make it sound like they'll expect you to raise my skirt, bend me over a table and take me right there in front of everybody," she said. 

"No," I said, "but your office is a pretty structured environment. People will be able to tell, outside the office, when we're together, whether or not we're a real couple."

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"Don't be silly," I said. "Of course I love you. If I didn't I wouldn't be here."

"I love you, too," she said. "And in spite of the fact we haven't lived under the same roof for years, I venture to say we know each other better than anyone else does.

"So," she said, "let's give them a happy, in-love couple."

"It's not that simple," I said. "You have to work with the people in your office, some of the same people that'll be there for the wedding. Do you really think you can live the lie?"

Jen stared at me over her cup and smiled.

"How honest an answer do you want me to give you?"

"Be as honest with me as you want to be."

She took a deep breath and chewed her lip as she stared back at me, and then she swallowed hard.

"You and Meghan are the only people that know you're my brother. Everyone else, my co-workers, her fiancé, everyone... they don't know any better than that you're my boyfriend, and it's been that way for more than a year.

"I've said 'no' to at least a dozen men that asked me out or wanted to take me home, and early on, when I was first telling my fib, there were a couple of guys that really wanted into my pants, and in moments of weakness and want, I almost let them."

Our waiter arrived with our meal, looking suddenly uncomfortable as he overheard our conversation.

She bit her lip again and swallowed hard, waiting for him to leave, and then she spoke slowly and evenly.

"But I've been completely faithful to you since I started telling people you were my boyfriend. I haven't dated anyone else, I haven't kissed anyone else, and I certainly haven't slept with anyone else."

"Are you sure faithful is the word you want to use there?" I asked.

Jen nodded. "Remember discussing Denny and the big breasted woman he says he's going to sleep with one last time before he and Meghan get married?"

I nodded.

"I see the way other people look at Meghan, and I hear the things they say behind her back." Jen reached over and locked her fingers with mine. "I won't do that to you. I swear. I love you."

I'd never seen such an earnest expression on my sister's face, and I swallowed hard as I grasped the amount of faith and trust she was investing in me.

"I love you, too, Sis."

"I know you do, Kyhl."

We ate our lunch quietly, stealing glances at each other, and I took her back to work, walking her back to her desk when we got there. 

"By the way," she said, digging in her purse. "This is the new key for my apartment. They changed the locks a couple of weeks ago, and I haven't had the chance to get one made for you yet." She handed me the key.

"I should be home a little before six," she said. "We can figure out what to do about dinner then. Of course, if you're naked when I get home, that'll be okay, too."

I was suddenly aware of someone standing behind me as Jen leaned in to kiss me. I cupped her face in my hands, holding her to me a little longer and gently molding my lips to hers. She looked up at me, her eyes showing vulnerability as my thumbs brushed her cheeks.

"I'll see you at home, then," I said, smiling as I turned to leave.

One of her co-workers looked at me with wide eyes as I brushed past her and headed for the door. Rick glared at me from the entrance to his cube.

So she wanted the performance to be convincing, did she? If we were going to pull it off, I felt like we were well on our way to running a good game.

I stopped off at the store and bought a few groceries. I already knew what we were going to do for dinner; I hoped Jen liked being surprised as much as she liked springing them.

The evening news was still playing in the background when I heard the front door to her apartment open and close. 

"Honey, I'm home."

I looked out of the kitchen in time to see Jen disappear into her bedroom.

"Did you have a good day, sweetheart?"

Jen laughed and a moment later, she walked into the kitchen, plowing fingers through her hair. She'd kicked off her shoes and pulled out her hair clip, good first steps towards unwinding.

"Dinner?" she asked, her eyes widening. "You're cooking me dinner? What did I do to deserve this?"

I nodded as I wiped my hands on the towel draped over my shoulder.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't cook dinner for you, and work hard at romancing you on our first night together in... forever? It won't be ready for a while yet, but..."

She put her arms around my neck warily as I pulled her to me.

"That's fine. I'm just a little surprised. I mean, I wasn't expecting any of this," she said.

"You want us to be believable," I said. "This is believable. Tomorrow, when you go to work, you can tell your girlfriends I cooked dinner for you, got you tipsy with wine, danced you into bed, and it'll all be true."

"What if I don't want to dance?"

"Whatever you want to do, Sis," I said. 

"Whatever I want to do?"

I nodded.

"Hmmm."

She purred as I hugged her tight, molding her body to mine, my hands roaming up and down her back as she slowly melted into me.

"So there's nothing else going on?" she asked, laying her head on my shoulder and sliding her arms around me.

"Nope." I ran my fingers through her hair and kissing her forehead.

"You know," she said, "The way you kissed me after lunch was a lot more convincing."

Her eyes searched mine; her lips parted, her tongue jutting softly forth.

"Was it?"

She nodded.

"Kiss me like that again and you'll make me wet."

I kissed her again, this time on the lips, and her fingers dug into my shoulders as our tongues danced together. She pulled back from me, smiling and licking her lips.

"Much better."

"Go change clothes," I said, "and I'll do more than make you wet after dinner."

Jen smiled and kissed me as she slid out of my arms.

"What if I don't want to wait until after dinner?"

I looked over at her as she backed up to the kitchen table and smiled at me.

Jen had pulled off her pantyhose when she'd gotten rid of her shoes, and I watched as she pulled a chair out, stood in front of hit and smiled as she reached behind her and tugged on the zipper to her skirt.

"Take your shirt off," she said as she wiggled her hips and dropped her skirt.

My cock was suddenly on the rise as she stood up, kicking her skirt to the side. She sat down as she began unbuttoning her blouse, spreading her legs and exposing her pussy to me.

"And come here," she said, pointing a finger at me and curling it back towards her.

I walked over to her, dropping my shirt on the counter as she finished unbuttoning her blouse, and Jen smiled at me, biting her lip as she leaned forward, shrugging out of her blouse and reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Her only reply was to reach for me, unfastening my shorts and yanking on my zipper. My shorts fell from my hips and Jen reached for the waistband of my boxers.

My cock was already hard, and it sprung out at her as she pushed my boxers from my hips. Jen leaned forward, pushing them down past my knees, and then her hands grasped my legs as I stepped out of them, and I stumbled forward against her as she pulled me closer, laying her head against my hip.

Jen sighed and looked up at me. "You have no idea how happy it made me when you walked in today."

"I'm glad," I replied as I ran a hand through her hair.

She smiled as her fingers caressed the backs of my thighs, moving up toward my buttocks, and as one hand rested on my ass, the other came around and slid between my legs, stroking my balls and sliding up my cock.

Jen tilted her head forward and kissed the shaft of my penis, her mouth opening, allowing her tongue to reach out and brush against me. Slowly, Jen's mouth moved up until her fingers pulled the head of my erection into her mouth, and she sucked me in, her tongue cradling me as her hand slid back around to grab my ass.

My cock swelled inside her mouth, and she slowly began to move back and forth. I pushed my hands into her hair, stroking her as she fucked me with her mouth.

"Ahhh..."

"Does that feel good?" she asked. She didn't wait for my response, instead, swallowing me again.

"Ohgodyes, that feels good."

As surprising at it might sound, prior to that moment, I'd never been a big fan of blowjobs, probably because I'd never had a really good one. 

The best oral experience I'd had had been with Meghan when we were dating. I was fucking her from behind, pulled out, and came in her mouth. The orgasm was intense, but I didn't really count it as a blow job. 

This was different. 

Jen was driving me crazy. Her lips and tongue had worshipped every inch of my shaft, her fingers continued to lovingly massage my balls, and while the sensation was markedly different from being inside her pussy, the stimulus of fucking her mouth was pushing me toward the edge.

"Jen..."

She pulled her mouth from my cock and looked up at me as she cradled my scrotum in her hand.

"You're gonna make me cum."

"Good. I need a before-dinner snack," she said.

"So you want me..."

She nodded and kissed the head of my penis.

"...to cum in your mouth?"

Jen opened her mouth and swallowed me again, taking me in deep. I gasped and began thrusting in between her lips, my cock throbbing as my balls began to tighten between my legs.

"Ohhh... ohhh... Sis... baby... unnnhh..."

I almost lost my balance as I felt my cock begin to tingle, and Jen's fingers dug into my ass cheeks as she continued to fuck my cock with her mouth.

I adjusted my feet and put my hands on her head, my fingers resting in her hair. I was going to cum hard.

"It's cumming, baby... Jen... I'm gonna... unnnnhhh... ahhh..."

I erupted into her mouth, semen spewing from the head of my penis and coating her tongue, and suddenly, Jen was sucking for all she was worth, like she was trying to get a thick milkshake through a straw. Her fingers dropped down and pushed between my legs, and she began milking me, working to get every last drop of cum from me that she could.

I gasped, out of breath and weak in the knees as she pulled her lips from my softening penis and smiled up at me.

"I guess you liked that, huh?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

I took a weak step backward and Jen stood up. I pulled her to me in a hug, and then, as my arms loosened around her, I kissed her, grabbing her and catching her head, pulling her lips to mine.

"Kyhl, I... if you kiss me right now... I've still got some of your cum in my mouth."

I shook my head.

"I don't care," I said. "I want to kiss you."

I pressed my lips against Jen's, and reluctantly, she opened her mouth to mine. I slid my tongue into her mouth, and she pressed hers against me. I tasted my semen on her tongue and Jen's fingers clutched at my arms as I held onto her.

We pulled apart from one another, staring into each other's eyes.

"My snack made me hungry," she said, licking her lips and smiling.

Dinner wasn't fancy by any means, but eating meals together was always important when we were growing up, and the smile on Jen's face as we sat down at the table said it still was to her.

After dinner, Jen and I cleaned up in the kitchen, topped off our wine glasses and then she pulled me with her to the living room, letting go of my hand as I stood by the couch.

I watched as she knelt down in front of her TV, loading a movie into the DVD player.

"I thought for sure you'd want me to dance with you," I said. 

"There are other ways to be intimate besides dancing," she said, looking back over her shoulder at me. "It's been forever since I was able to cuddle and watch a movie, and with you here, I'm perfectly content to just curl up on the couch."

She hit the play button and stood up, spinning to face me.

"Lay down." She pointed at the couch, walking toward it.

I got horizontal and then smiled at Jen as she reached the edge of the couch and threw a leg up to straddle me. I'd put my shorts and shirt back on; she'd donned a simple oversized t-shirt and gym shorts. I tugged at the gym shorts, starting to pull them down as she started to climb on top of me.

"Wanna lay together naked?" she asked.

I nodded.

Jen stopped and smiled, stood back up and whisked her shirt off as I reached up and pulled her shorts down. I took my shirt off as she stepped out of her shorts, and then she grabbed at my shorts as I began pushing them away from me.

A moment later, we were both naked and Jen sighed, smiling down at me as she straddled me and leaned forward, dropping a hand on either side of my chest as hair cascaded around her face.

She giggled and leaned back, pushing her hair back as I dropped my hands onto her thighs.




My Sister's Deception Ch. 04



"I knew I should have left it pulled back," she said, running her hands down the length of her hair.

"You're fine," I said, reaching for her. "Come here."

I grabbed Jen's wrist and she leaned forward again, and as she did so, her hair once again swirled about her face.

I reached up and brushed it aside, pushing it back behind her neck as she lowered herself on top of me, and then I kissed her.

Jen's lips opened to mine, and she sighed as she settled against me.

The movie was one of her favorites; it made her laugh, it made her cry, and it made her very affectionate.

As we lay there watching it, I began stroking her gently, my hand rubbing her shoulders and her back. Jen purred as I stroked her, snuggling against me, kissing me randomly on my chest, neck and face, and before long, my cock was hard again, trapped awkwardly between us.

"I love the feel of my skin against yours," Jen said as she shifted against me, spreading her legs, letting me press my thigh up against her pussy.

Halfway through the movie, there was a knock at her door. Jen pushed up, a quizzical look on her face as she looked at the clock.

"Nobody ever knocks on my door," she said. "Not after eight, anyway."

She sat up, grabbed her shirt and shorts as she headed for the door and pulled them on.

There was an audible click as she turned the deadbolt, and then she opened the door.

"Mrs. Collins. Hi. How are you?"

An older woman stood on the other side of the door, suddenly rubber necking to peer into Jen's apartment.

"I'm fine, dear. There was a strange young man hovering around here this afternoon, and someone said they saw him go into your apartment. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

I stepped into the hallway behind Jen, putting my hands on her hips and Mrs. Collins' eyebrows raised as her mouth opened.

"Mrs. Collins, this is Kyhl. My boyfriend," she said, pulling my arms around her and pressing back against me, nestling my cock against her ass. "I've told you about him before. Remember?"

Mrs. Collins' eyes opened wide and a smile captured her face as she tilted her head and leaned in to peer at me.

"He cooked dinner for me tonight."

Mrs. Collins' eyebrows raised and she smiled as she leaned back.

"Good for you, dear. Good for you. I've heard a lot about you, young man. All of it good."

She looked at me over her glasses and then leaned in to Jen again.

"He seems like a very nice young man. And he's very handsome."

"He is, Mrs. Collins," Jen said, smiling back at me.

The old woman pursed her lips as her head nodded slowly.

"In fact, the two of you favor one another a bit, if you ask me. How long have the two of you been dating?"

"Just over a year," Jen said, turning her head and looking up at me. "We don't get to spend enough time together, though."

"Oh, to be young and in love again. Well, now, Kyhl, you be nice to her and take good care of her," she said, smiling and wagging a finger at me. "Make sure he takes good care of you, dear. I know what it's like to be without a man. It's nice to have one around."

Jen laughed. "He's very good to me, Mrs. Collins, and it's very nice having him around."

"I'll take good care of her."

"You'd better. I understand she's got an older brother that'll come looking for you if you don't." Mrs. Collins sighed and slumped her shoulders. "Well, dear, I just wanted to stop by and check on you. You two have a good night."

"Good night, Mrs. Collins."

She waved at us as she walked away, and Jen slowly closed the door, locking the dead bolt again and then leaning against the door, biting her lip as she clenched her hands together against her chest.

"I can't believe I just lied to her like that."

"Why not?" I put my hands on Jen's hips and stepped closer to her.

"Because," she said, pressing her hands against my chest and sliding them up to circle my neck. "It's like... it's like I'm lying to mom. Or Gran."

"You haven't told either of them about this, have you?" I asked as my hand slid under edge of her shirt.

Jen stopped and looked at me, shaking her head slowly from side to side as she thrust her hips forward against me.

"Do you really think I've lost my mind?"

I shook my head as she hugged me tightly, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her against me.

"She believed it."

"Who believed what?" I asked.

Jen leaned back and looked up at me. She pulled a hand from my behind my neck and drew it slowly down my body until her thumb grazed the waistband of my shorts.

"Mrs. Collins. I told her you were my boyfriend. You stood there with your arms around me, holding me, and she believed it."

"Isn't that what we want?" I asked, kissing her on the cheek, and as I slid my lips down past the curve of her jaw to her neck, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and began pushing them down, exposing the upper curve of her ass.

"Uh huh." Jen sighed and nodded as I pushed her shorts down further and clutched at her bottom, and her hand slid inside my shorts to grab me.

"I had to fight to keep from laughing; I could feel your cock pressing against me the whole time we were standing there," she said, pushing my shorts down and freeing my erection. "And it's funny, because when we've talked about you, she's told me I'm lucky to have you to take care of my needs."

"Your needs?"

Jen giggled and nodded as her shorts slipped from her hips and fell to the floor. 

"She's too prim and proper to just come right out and say anything overt," Jen said, "like, 'you're so lucky you're got you're big brother who'll fuck you when you need it', but I know exactly what she meant."

She held onto my hips as she kicked them to the side, and then she was pushing my shorts down, standing up when they fell to the floor.

"You know what I need now, don't you?" she asked, straightening up and grabbing for me as she leaned back against the door. 

Her hands slid around my neck again as my hands found her hips, my fingers grabbing at the hem of her shirt and tugging it upward.

"I think I might have an idea or two," I replied as I pulled her shirt up.

Jen raised her arms, letting me finish undressing her, and a moment later, her arms were around my neck again and I had her trapped against her front door.

She kissed me as my hands traveled down her body again, and when my fingers brushed against her ass, Jen lifted one foot off the floor. I slid my hand under her thigh and grabbed her other leg, lifting her up.

"Ohhh..." Jen gasped and clutched at me as I picked her up and my cock slid between her legs, brushing against her pussy. "I think you might have a very good idea what I need."

I pressed her back against the door and reached down between us, angling my cock up into her.

Jen gasped again as the swollen head of my penis split her sodden pussy lips, and she moaned as I penetrated her.

"Ohgod that feels good," she said, holding onto me tightly and wrapping her legs around me.

"I want you, Sis." I held her tightly, and awkward as it was, I thrust into her.

"Ahhh... ohhh... tell me... tell me what you want, Kyhl. Tell me what you want, baby. Ohhh... gawd that feels good."

"You feel so good, Sis." I thrust up into her again as we struggled to stay together. "It feels so good having you wrapped around me like this; it feels good being inside you."

"Your cock is so hard, baby."

I thrust up into her again and Jen gasped, almost clawing at me. As good as it felt, we both knew we were in an awkward position, and as close as I already was to cumming, I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep holding her up.

"I want to take you to bed and finish fucking you there," I said, whispering into her ear.

Jen nodded and rolled her chin into my shoulder as she pressed her lips against my ear.

"Take me to bed," she said. "And fuck me." 

She pressed her lips against my ear and then my neck, holding on to me desperately as I turned around and carried her to the bedroom.

Somehow we managed to make it onto the bed with my cock still buried in her pussy, and Jen giggled.

"I've never done that before," she said.

"Been carried to bed or...?"

"Or been fucked like that."

"Jen, I..."

She laid her fingers against my lips and shook her head as she smiled.

"I liked it."

She rolled her head to the side and then dropped her arms against the bedcovers.

"Can you stay inside me if I push up on the bed?"

I nodded.

And we succeeded.

And now, her hair strewn to one side, legs spread one either side of me, Jen looked up at me, her chest heaving.

"Fuck me."

I leaned down and kissed her as I rolled my hips against hers, and Jen sighed, her hands grabbing at my arms.

"Fuck me and make me cum."

I pulled back, almost all the way out and then rolled forward, impaling her once more.

"Ohhh... yesss... fuck me with that hard cock and cum inside me."

We began to move against one another, finding our rhythm, and our tongues danced as I continued to plunge into her, her velvety smoothness milking me, my hand reaching down to caress her breast.

"Jen..."

"I can feel it, baby. I can feel your cock getting harder."

"Yeah."

"You're going to cum inside me, aren't you? You're going to cum inside your baby sister?"

"Yeah, Sis," I said, kissing her. "I'm gonna shoot my cum deep in your pussy."

"I want your cum, Kyhl. I want you to cum in me. Oh... fuck... Kyhl... I'm..."

Jen arched her back and I felt her cunt gripping my cock, spasming.

"Cum, Jen. Cum on my cock." 

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

Jen clawed at me as she began to tremble and shake and I lost it, my cock suddenly shooting semen into her.

I pressed forward, keeping my cock pressed into her as I ground against her, thrusting short and ragged, urging cum out of my body and into hers.

And then we were spent, gasping, weak. I collapsed against her, somehow managing to roll to the side, and Jen rolled with me, clinging to me, kissing my shoulder and burying her face against my chest.

A short while later, when we'd both caught our breath, Jen sat beside me on the bed.

We were both still naked, ready to go to sleep.

"Earlier tonight," she said, sliding down on the bed, leaning on an elbow, "after I came home, when I... when I made you cum... was it really that good?"

"Are you serious?" I looked up at her. She was almost hovering above me, and her breast was temptingly, deliciously mere inches from my lips.

She nodded.

"I know guys like getting blow jobs," she said, "but..."

"Jen, that was... that was incredible."

She smiled and rolled against me, pressing her cheek against my shoulder.

"So you wouldn't complain if I did it again?"

I shook my head and Jen smiled.

"Is it bad that I want to?"she asked.

"No worse than what I want to do."

"Hmmm." She slid her feet under the covers, digging at me with her toes. "You want to strip me, and take me and have your way with me."

"That, too," I replied, nodding.

"What else?" she asked, biting her lip.

"For starters," I said, sliding a hand around her waist and pulling her to me, "I want to suck your nipple."

My lips surrounded her dusty rose colored bud; Jen moaned and squeezed my arm as it swelled once more to hardness.

"Kyhl..."

I pulled back and looked up at her.

"I thought you liked that."

She dipped her head and pressed her lips to mine.

"I do. I love it." 

Her hand caught my head and she pulled herself to me, steering her nipple to my lips.

"Suck it," she said. "I like it when you suck my tits. It makes me so wet."

I closed my lips around her nipple and sucked the bud of flesh in. Her nipple swelled and hardened and Jen gasped, clutching at my hand as I opened my mouth wider to swallow her breast.

"It's just... ahhh... ohhh, that feels good..."

Jen pulled her breast from my mouth and hugged me tightly, pressing my face into her upper chest.

"I don't know how much of that I can take right now, though. I'm still really sensitive."

"I'm sorry, Sis. I..."

She pushed me back and looked down at me.

"Don't be. I love you." 

"I love you, too, Sis."

"And I love the way you touch me; the way it feels when you're making love to me."

She kissed me again and slid down beside me.

"So what else would you do to me?"

I slid an arm around her and pulled her to me, and Jen slid a knee between my thighs as she settled herself against me.

"Kiss you."

"Like this?" She puckered her lips and kissed me, slowly at first, and then driving her tongue gently into my mouth before pulling back to look at me.

"Not exactly like that."

Jen smiled and snuggled against me.

"Mmmm. I could go for that."

Her hand slid around my waist and Jen hugged me again.

"Meghan was right about one thing earlier today," she said.

"What's that?"

"I don't want to let you go," she replied. "I like being in bed with you like this. I could get used to it."

"Me, too, Sis. Me, too."

Jen sighed once more and got still as my hand wandered up and down her bare back, and slowly, sleep overtook us.  



My Sister's Deception Ch. 05



The week of Meghan and Denny's wedding finally arrived, and I quickly realized Jen was close to losing her mind simply from dealing with Meghan, who was nervous, suspicious, and wound up tighter than a two-dollar watch.

Jenifer had talked me into taking some vacation time to spend with her, a concept I found to be a little tangled since most of our time would be spent with Meghan in her last days as a bachelorette leading up to the wedding.

I did have the time to burn, though, and with the days to Meghan's wedding ticking down, I once again found myself visiting Jen at her office. She'd been wrangled in for a couple of days due to some issues with a project they were working, and her boss had promised to make it up to her later.

I showed up to take her to lunch just like I had previously, and like before, it created a bit of a buzz. Rick avoided me, casting a glare from several feet away, while Allyson again made a point of coming over to say hello.

Jen and I managed to escape after a string of three phone calls in a seven minute stretch, and she took a deep breath as the elevator door closed on us.

"I don't know which is worse right now, Meghan or this job."

"Is she that bad?" I asked.

Jen sighed and looked over at me.

"Remember me telling you about Debbie? "

"The woman Denny used to date with the...?" I held my hands out in front of me as though holding a pair of cantaloupe.

"That's her. Remember me telling you I was pretty sure he was sleeping with her?"

I nodded.

Jen held her hand up to her ear as though talking on a phone."'Listen, Baby, I gotta go now, but I promise you I'll be there later... I love you, too, Baby.'" 

"You heard him on the phone?"

Jen nodded.

"How do you know he wasn't talking to Meg?"

"Because she was in the conference room down the hall stuck in a meeting."

"Wow."

Jen nodded as we left the elevator.

"And she hasn't called it off yet?"

Jen shook her head. "She doesn't want to hear it, either. She told me that until she catches him with his dick in Debbie's mouth or any other of her over-sexed orifices, she's staying the course."

I shook my head.

"I can't figure it out, either," Jen said.

A few minutes later, we were sitting in a booth across from Meghan, whose eyes were darting between a series of notes and her phone as she continued what Jen told me was an ongoing vigil to make sure nothing fell through the cracks.

"Shouldn't your maid of honor be helping with some of this?" I asked.

Meghan nodded as she sipped her tea.

"And Kris is doing and has done more than her share. It's just a way to keep my mind off of... everything else."

She shot Jenifer a glance as she bit her lip, and I shook my head.

"Meghan, why don't you..."

Jen slapped my arm and gave me a dirty look.

"Think positive," she said.

Lunch was tense and strained, but then again, the bride was a wreck heading into it all. I remembered Jen being wound up as she got ready to walk the aisle.

I told Meghan to call me if she needed me when we left the restaurant and dropped Jen off at work.

"Want to cook me dinner again tonight?" she asked.

"I think that can be arranged," I replied.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a folded sheet of paper.

"Let's see how good you are at following directions."

I unfolded it and began reading.

"So I need to get all of these things?"

Jen giggled and pulled the paper down so she could see it.

"These things here," she said, pointing with her finger. "Everything else is in the refrigerator or the cabinet above the stove."

I was reading how to mix and cook it all now.

"At least get it started," she said, sliding her fingers into mine, "and I'll help you finish it when I get home."

"Okay. I'll get it going, but I think I'll need your help."

"You do a lot better in the kitchen than you think you do."

I looked up and there was something in her expression that I hadn't really seen before; something soft, open and vulnerable, and more, but I couldn't quite read it.

"You like it when I cook for you, don't you?"

She nodded, smiled, and leaned up to kiss me as she slid a hand around my neck.

"I think it's really sexy," she said, kissing me on the cheek and moving her lips to my ear. "It turns me on."

"Really?" I asked as she pulled back.

She nodded, her lips parted, tongue just jutting forward, resting against her teeth as she smiled again.

I kissed her again and felt her tongue brush quickly against mine, and then she turned to go back to work.

I stood there for a moment watching her walk away, my eyes traveling down to the gentle curves of her ass beneath her skirt, down below the hemline to the distinctly feminine lines of her calves.

And I smiled. That was my sister. My beautiful, sweet, hot sister.

I found the items on her list that we needed for dinner, and despite the sure knowledge that I was in over my culinary head, I started for her apartment, counting down the time until she'd be home.

Keys in hand, I came off the stairs four doors from her apartment and almost ran into Mrs. Collins, who was coming out of her apartment.

She opened her mouth as though to say something, stopping short and squinting, trying to jog her memory. I looked familiar to her, but it seemed as though she couldn't quite place it.

"Hi, Mrs. Collins."

"It's Kyhl, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."

She smiled and stood up a little straighter as she pulled her door closed.

"I know Jennifer will be glad to see you," she said, "but I'm kind of surprised you're here so early in the week."

"We're spending some time together before we head to the coast for her best friend's wedding."

"Meghan?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Mrs. Collins nodded. "Delightful young lady. Very sweet, just like Jenifer."

She took a deep breath and scowled.

"Can't say that I care much, though, for that boy she's marrying. There's just something about him that I don't like."

Her expression changed and she reached out with a hand to touch my arm.

"He's not a friend of yours, is he? If he is, I'm sorry for speaking my mind."

"No, Ma'am. I've met him, but I wouldn't exactly say we're all that well acquainted."

Relief swept across her face and she dropped her hand as she shook her head.

"Well, you're a lucky one, then, because, I can't put my finger on why, but I don't trust him."

She took another deep breath and shrugged her shoulders.

"Of course, I'm not the one marrying him, so it's really none of my business," she said. 

"Speaking of getting married," she said, tilting her head down to look at me over her glasses, "when are you going to marry Jenifer and make an honest woman out of her?"

I opened my mouth and caught my breath, not sure what to say.

"Well... we haven't really discussed it."

"Not at all?"

"No, Ma'am."

Mrs. Collins closed her eyes and shook her head.

"You young people today," she said, grabbing my arm again. "I know it's convenient to just move in together and live like your husband and wife, carrying on and all, not that the two of you are doing that, mind you, but there's a lot to be said for committing to one another and making it stick.

"Not that it sticks all that well, sometimes," she said. "But don't mind me. She loves you and you love her; that's what's important."

She leaned in and looked up at me. "But I know you'd make her really happy if the two of you were together more."

I nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Well," she said, leaning back, adjusting her glasses and looking at the bags I was holding. "Are you cooking dinner for her again?"

"She told you about that?"

Mrs. Collins smiled and nodded. "She's probably told you, but she really enjoys it when you cook for her."

"She has mentioned it."

"Well, then," she said, stepping back, "off you go, then. I won't keep you. You have better things to do than listen to me rattle on."

"You have a good afternoon, Mrs. Collins."

"You, too, Kyhl."

She stepped past me and toddled down the stairs as I made my way to Jen's apartment.

I changed clothes and began searching the kitchen for the rest of the ingredients, and once I'd found everything, I was pretty sure I could handle making the meal Jen wanted, I just wasn't sure how quick I'd be doing it.

I was reading through the litany of directions for a fourth time when I heard her walk through the door.

The door closed, her heals clicked twice on the floor, and then her apartment was filled with silence, save the tick of her clock and the water heading to a boil on the stove.

I looked up as she walked into the kitchen, sliding up next to me and looking at the chaos of culinary preparation laid out before me.

She looked up at me and buried her face in my arm as she hugged me and laughed.

"This is a little more in depth than what you're used to, isn't it?"

I nodded. "A little."

Jen leaned up and kissed me.

"Let me go change clothes and I'll come back and help you."

I watched her disappear from the kitchen and looked back down at the mess in front of me.

"Meghan is so wound up." Jen's voice grew softer as she disappeared into her bedroom.

"More so than this afternoon at lunch?"

"Yeah."

A couple of minutes later, Jen reappeared wearing a short skirt and pulling a tank top down over her chest. The cloth was fairly thin, and her now unfettered breasts swayed pleasingly beneath the cloth.

"I'm trying to remember back to when Dale and I got married. He had a bachelor party. Right?"

"Yeah, and you had a bachelorette party, too, if I remember correctly."

Jen nodded. "And I know there was a lot of alcohol at my party."

"At Dale's, too."

"Yeah. But it was just the one party, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"He didn't have one big party with all of his friends, the one at the strip club and then another, more 'intimate' party right before the wedding, did he?"

I'd been at the party, but I hadn't made the decision to take him to the strip club. I know it's a guy thing, but it just seemed disloyal to my sister.

"Not that I'm aware of. As far as I know, it was just the one. Why?"

"Because Denny's party is tomorrow night. And you're invited," she said. "In fact, Meg wants you to go. I'm not sure where they're having it; I think it's at an all-nude strip club.

"But what's really bothering her is Rick told her he and Denny and a couple of other guys are getting together for one last send-off party of sorts the night before."

"To do what?"

Jen took a deep breath and rolled her eyes.

"She overheard Rick on the phone. She doesn't know who he was talking to, but he was talking about how hot this woman was, how she loved sucking cock, loved getting fucked from behind, how she really liked giving head while she had somebody else fucking her, and how Denny is going to have a great last night as a single man."

"Wow. And you say Meghan heard that?"

Jen nodded.

"She's pretty torn up about it. Denny keeps telling her it's all in her head, but, Kyhl, I've seen her."

"Debbie?"

Jen nodded again. 

"She's gorgeous. I think her boobs are too big, but most guys like them big like that. She's making Meghan really uncomfortable."

"Has she told Denny that?"

"Yeah. He says he can't just tell Debbie to go away because she's a really good friend. I think that's a load of crap."

"I don't know what to tell you, Sis."

Jen leaned against the counter, picked up one of the spice jars on the counter and looked down at the recipe.

"So are you gonna go to the bachelor party?"

"You said I'm invited, but that's the first I've heard of it."

"I'll find out more about it for you tomorrow," she said, "but I want you to go."

"Seriously?"

Jen nodded. "I can at least trust you enough to tell us exactly what goes on."

I wasn't sure I liked the idea of being a spy, but I agreed to go.                  

Jen got me the information about where the party was, and when I left the apartment, she and Meghan were sitting down in front of the TV with a pint of rocky road ice cream and a pair of spoons.

The party wasn't at a strip club. It was all-nude, though, and I don't just mean the entertainers.

There were three women, one of them, Daisy, was a bottle-job platinum blonde and bomb-shell gorgeous. The other two, Candi, a brunette and Koko, a woman of Asian extraction, were stunner good-looking, but while they were well-endowed, they weren't busting out all over.

Denny's best man, Kevin, had allowed Rick and a couple of other guys to talk him into renting a rather sizable suite; it actually qualified as a full two bedroom condo, and I'd been there less than fifteen minutes when the women showed up, each of them pulling a rolling suitcase. 

Rick managed to spirit Denny away into the kitchen as they walked in, and Kevin led the way to the back bedroom, where they were going to change into their performance attire and primp. They were very well dressed when they arrived, but they all had a gleam in their eye that told me things were going to get a little wild.

Denny fought his way out of the kitchen asking what was going on, and Rick was pounding him on the back so hard I was sure he left a bruise.

The alcohol was flowing like a river, and forty minutes later, when the women began to reemerge, just about everybody was at least a little buzzed. I was one of three guys nursing a ginger ale so I'd be sober for the drive home.

Music started playing and the first woman, Koko, came out, her hair pinned up and wearing high heels and stockings that journeyed almost all the way to her crotch, metallic blue string bikini panties with a black border, and a corset that almost forced her breasts to spill over. 

She made a show of asking for Denny, and when he raised his hand, she walked over to him, took his hand in hers and kissed it gently and saying she was there to serve him and his needs as their joined hands lingered against the bare skin at the top her thigh.

Some of the guys snickered, a couple clapped their hands, and Rick laughed out loud. 

Denny turned red and allowed himself to be led to the center of the room where a chair had been placed.

He started to sit down, and she stopped him, walking slowly behind him, talking to him about the need for him to relax and slowly dragging her fingers across his shoulders before tilting her head up and blowing gently against his ear with her lips just grazing his skin.

Denny's fingers clawed at the air and she smiled as she stepped just out of his reach.

"Be patient," she said, stepping in front of him and catching his hands in hers. "Be patient and wait."

She released his hands, sliding hers up his chest until her fingers held his face, and she tilted her head up again, planting her lips gently against his just enough to tease and entice.

Denny seemed almost lost in a trance as Koko began to undress him, and in less than a minute, his shirt was on the floor and she'd pushed him back into the chair. His shoes followed his shirt, and he apparently snapped back to reality as she began to fumble with his belt, and for a moment, he pulled her hands away, and she pouted.

"Will you be more comfortable if I'm more comfortable?" she asked, rising to her feet. 

He never nodded, just staring at her openmouthed as she leaned forward, her breasts threatening to spill free. She smiled as his eyes locked on her chest.

"Okay," she said, turning away from him.

Her ass was tight and round and suddenly in his lap and grinding against him as she straddled him, scooted back and began to unfasten her corset. She stood up again as the garment opened, and she turned around, holding it closed as she pulled the last button loose, and then she dropped it, letting it fall free from her body.

Denny's eyes almost popped from his head, most of the guys hooted or howled, and Rick licked his lips as she brushed her fingers up along her torso until she reached her breasts, cupping them in her palms and then grasping her nipples between her fingers and pinching them, pulling them away from her body as she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and sighed.

Koko fell to her knees at Denny's feet again, and she reached once more for his belt. 

"Let me finish undressing you," she said, "and then you can play."

Denny did not resist, and a minute later, he lifted his hips as she tugged on his pants and boxers, and just that quickly, he was naked, his cock jutting straight up from his groin.

Koko stood up, still holding his pants, and she turned around, licking her lips and pinching her nipples.

"My, my, my," she said looking down at his cock. "What should we do about that?"

"You ain't gonna do nuthin' about it, Missy."

Every eye in the room, except for maybe Denny's, followed the voice. The bombshell, Daisy, stood at the opening of the hallway in a wild-west get-up; cowboy boots, fringed leather skirt with matching vest, two-pistol gun-belt and a Stetson. The vest was held closed by a simple leather loop hooked over a button, but she had nothing on under it, and though way she'd been dressed when she'd arrived had concealed it, we all knew now she was a busty vixen.

She held a lasso in her hands, a loop dangling from her fingers as though she was thinking about roping something, or someone, and she began to swing slowly, as though preparing to do just that.

"This man don't want no tiny-titty china doll," she said, looking from Koko to Denny and smiling. 

This was clearly part of an act; Koko was many things, but small breasted wasn't on the list.

"He wants a woman with real tits that he can grab hold of and suck on," Daisy said.

"But..." Koko's face adopted a hurt, pained look.

"But nuthin'," Daisy said, stepping into the room. "Hit the trail, sweetheart. I'm gonna ride me a stud."

She stepped up to Koko, grabbed her arm and spun her toward the hallway, smacked her on the behind with the lasso and Koko stumbled away as though sent packing.

Daisy turned around, cocked a hip toward Denny and then walked towards him with exaggerated steps as she tossed the lasso behind her.

She raised a booted foot and slid it in between his thighs.

"What do you say, cowboy?"

She was naked beneath the skirt, and two-thirds of the men in the room could now see her shaved pussy.

"Wanna see what I look like without the vest on?"

Denny nodded and she stepped back, reaching between her breasts and unhooking the loop.

The vest popped open, revealing swollen globes crowned by stretched pink nipples. Her breasts were a little too big and perky to be all natural, but they looked fantastic.

"Fuck it," she said, shrugging her shoulders and shrugging out of the vest. "How about I just take it all off?"

She popped a button, tugged on a zipper and the skirt and gun-belt fell to the floor. Wearing nothing more than her boots, hat and a smile, Daisy stepped forward, laid her hands on Denny's shoulders as she leaned forward, and she straddled him, sliding forward until his cock was brushing against the skin just above her pussy. She locked her hands behind his neck and brought her lips to his, kissing him hard and deep, shoving her tongue into his mouth.

Denny didn't even try to resist. On the contrary, his hands found her hips, his fingers dug into her flesh as she tickled the back of his throat, and if anything, he pulled her harder against him.

Daisy pulled her lips from his, smiling, and she grabbed his head, thrusting her chest up as she pulled him to her breast. We watched as she force-fed him her nipple, and in an instant, Denny looked like a man who'd been lost in the desert and had just been offered a drink of cold water.

He feasted on her, and she fed him both tits, squirming to rub herself against him as he suckled and groped her.

Denny finally came up for air, his lips and the skin around them as wet as her nipples were. She smiled down at him and reached down between them, grabbing hold of his cock.




My Sister's Deception Ch. 05



"My kitty sure is hungry," she said, stroking his cock and kissing him quickly on the lips. "My kitty likes to be fed by cock."

She looked around the room and saw that although Denny's was the only penis currently exposed, several men were sporting erections and rubbing them through their pants.

"What do you say, boys?" she asked, pushing herself up and rubbing her swollen pussy along the shaft of Denny's cock before pushing the head just into the opening of her pussy. "Do you want to see Denny feed the kitty?"

There was a chorus of "yeah" across the room and Daisy smiled.

"It's gonna cost you," she said, still rubbing Denny's cock in her open sex, getting him wet. 

"Here," Rick said, grabbing an envelope and thrusting it forward.

"Thank you," Candi said, taking it from him. We'd all been so focused on Daisy disrobing that we'd not noticed her enter the room. 

Her long brunette hair still flowed over her shoulders, but now it rested against her naked skin; all she wore was a gold chain around her waist and a pair of fuck-me pumps.

"I think they wanna see Denny's cock get into the kitty," she said as she walked up behind Daisy.

She slid her hands down to cup Daisy's breasts and pinched the nipples between her fingers as several guys stood up and whipped out their wallets.

A minute later, Koko walked back in, stood at the edge of the doorway and shed her bikini panties.

She and Candi kissed and began to fondle and grope one another as Daisy continued to wriggle against Denny, teasing him as she used his cock to pleasure herself. I smiled and shook my head, amazed. Somehow, she'd managed to slide a condom onto his erection; his angry red penis, clad in latex, probed at the opening of her sex.

She began to raise and lower herself, hat still on her head, almost as though she were busting a bronco in slow motion.

"Ohhh, yeah," she said, smiling and her breasts bouncing. "My kitty's hungry. My kitty's hungry for cock."

She pushed gently against the shaft of his penis, sighed and sank down, swallowing the head of his cock in her pussy and lowering herself, until she was impaled on his pole.

"Mmmm... nice and hard," she said, kissing him. "Just like I like it."

Daisy rolled her hips against Denny as he grasped her hips, closed his eyes and sighed.

"My kitty's still hungry, though," she said. "Can I make your rooster crow? That'll satisfy my kitty."

Denny's eyes fluttered open as she continued to rock against him.

"You want... you want me to cum?"

She nodded and smiled as she slowly licked her lips.

"I wanna make your cock crow inside me."

She thrust her breast against his lips, pushing her nipple between them as she rode his cock.

"You wanna make your cock crow inside me?"

Denny nodded and Daisy pulled her breast from his mouth as she began to fuck him in earnest. 

Whether they already had favorites picked out or not, I don't know, but as Daisy continued to ride Denny toward orgasm, Candi and Koko split apart, their nipples hard and pussies swollen with arousal, and they each found one of the men sitting masturbating. They both dropped to their knees and began giving the guys blowjobs.

I looked over at Rick, who was in a trance-like state as his eyes darted between his friend being fucked and the two guys getting head.

Denny began bucking beneath Daisy and groaned as he thrust up into her, and Daisy changed the way she was riding him, no longer focused on making him cum, but now intent on draining the semen from inside him.

I'd seen more than enough, and I quietly made my exit.

It wasn't that late when I got back to Jen's apartment, but I opened the door quietly anyway, on the off chance that at least Meghan would be asleep. Flickers of light, an ebb of sound from the TV and the clink of a glass being set on the coffee table told me they were still awake.

"Well?" Jen asked, turning on the couch and twisting her body to peer past Meghan, who'd likewise swiveled to see me. 

Neither of them was anywhere close to being ready for bed. Jen was wearing shorts and a tank over a tank; Meg was wearing a short denim skirt and sleeveless button down blouse.

"It... uh..."

"I'm assuming there was alcohol," Meghan said, shifting on the couch and revealing that most of the buttons on her blouse were unfastened. "A lot of it." She took a sip from her own glass, and a glance past them showed two wine bottles, one of them clearly empty.

I nodded.

"Is he drunk?" she asked sitting the empty glass back down.

"Probably," I replied. "I don't know for sure, though. They were still going pretty hard when I left."

Jen sighed as I walked into the living room and dropped my shoes. 

"Did they have a stripper?" Meghan asked as I walked around and sat down on the edge of the couch.

I nodded as Jen shifted on the couch to get closer to me. 

"More than one?"

I nodded again. "Three, in fact."

"Three?" Jen asked, her eyes opening a little wider.

"Did they go all the way?" 

"All the way?"

"Yeah," Jen said. "Did they take off everything? Or did they still have on a thong or..."

"No," Meghan replied, shaking her head. "That's not what I meant."

There was a moment of awkward silence and then Jen reached back and grabbed Meghan's hand.

"They don't do that sort of thing at bachelor parties," she said, and then she turned to look at me. "Do they?"

I shook my head. "Not at any that I've been to before."

"What about tonight?" Meghan's voice cracked and I could see she was beginning to tear up. "Tell me the truth. Don't lie to me. Did Denny have sex with them?"

There was an edge to her voice that told me she wasn't just hurt by the thought of it, she was getting pissed.

"Just one of them."

She swallowed hard and for a moment I thought Jen was going to hit me, but suddenly, Meghan had a death grip on her hand.

"So... what, then? Did... she give him a blow job?" A tear streaked down her cheek and she bit her lip hard enough I thought she might draw blood.

I shook my head and Meghan's eyes welled up with tears. Jen pulled Meghan to her. She folded and melted, sobbing, and Jen stared daggers into me as she cradled Meg's head in her lap.

Meghan sobbed against Jen and I headed to the bedroom. 

A couple of minutes later, Jen practically stormed in after me.

"What is wrong with you?" she asked.

"What did I do?"

"You told her that her fiancé fucked a stripper."

"Okay. So, you're pissed at me for being honest with her?"

"Would it have killed you to lie to her?" Her voice, an accusatory whisper, wasn't much softer than her glare.

I nodded. "I could have. But she wanted to know the truth, and I didn't want to lie to her."

"She's devastated."

"I know, but how much worse would it be if I hadn't been honest and she'd found out about it later? Then she'd have been almost as pissed at me as she is at him."

Jen bit her lip and nodded.

"What if she decides not to go through with the wedding?"

"You think there's a real chance of that?"

"Would you blame her?" Jen bit her lip and folded her arms against her chest. "I mean, Dale never cheated on me, but..."

Not with another woman, anyway. He'd been so committed to other extracurricular activities that she'd never had his full attention once they'd wed.

"I think it still pisses her off more than anything that Denny keeps telling her he doesn't want to have sex with her so their wedding night will be special."

"Still?"

Jen nodded. "It's bad enough she's got all of her wedding stress right now, but she's so horny it's making her cranky and bitchy."

"Really?" I laughed.

"It's not funny, Kyhl," Jen said, slapping at my arm and then turning toward the bed. "She sooo needs to get laid in the worst way.

"Did you have sex with any of them?"

"The women at the party?"

She nodded as she sat on the bed and laid back; I watched her shirt pull away from her shorts, exposing her belly.

I shook my head and she smiled, sighing.

"Did you want to?"

I shook my head again and she stretched, smiling and raising her arms over her head, stretching her tank against her breasts.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Why did I not want to?"

She nodded.

"Because," I said, sitting down next to her on the edge of the bed, "I love you and I don't want to do anything to hurt you."

Jen smiled, closed her eyes and sighed again as she rolled over and wrapped her arms around me.

"And besides," I said, "I'm not that big on the idea of sloppy thirds or fourths."

Jen blinked hard, looked up at me and then crinkled her nose. "Uh, yeah, I guess that would be kind of gross. Were they pretty?"

"They were okay looking." Not entirely honest, perhaps, but not a lie, either. "But nowhere near as pretty as the two of you." I slid a hand under her tank and rubbed her bare skin.

"Uh-huh. Probably smoking hot, drop-dead gorgeous. Three naked women, one of them fucking and the other two sucking. You had a live porn show for your private viewing."

"I don't know that I would call it private..."

"You know what I mean," she said, poking me. "So. Did it turn you on?"

I looked at her and smiled.

"Well, did it?"

I nodded. "A little."

Jen giggled and brought her hand in between my legs to grope at me. "Probably a lot would be my guess," she said, pressing her fingers around the growing bulge in my pants.

"How do you know I'm not hard from watching you writhe on the bed?"

Jen giggled. "I don't. But, then again, it could be that you find Meghan attractive tonight."

My mouth dropped open. "Really? You think I fine teary-eyed sexy?"

"Teary-eyed, maybe not so much," Jen said, shifting on the bed. "But Meghan, yes. I know you think she's cute, adorable... and right now, she's half-way undressed. It's not going to piss me off or make me jealous for you to say you think she's hot."

"Really?"

"Really. And it's like I told you before. She's practically your sister, too."

"Yeah, you've said that before."

"Well? Think about it. Name one woman on the planet you know better than her; that you're closer to than her."

I took a deep breath.

"Besides me," Jen said.

Jen nodded and batted her eyes at me as she dipped her head. "And then there's the fact that she's so vulnerable right now."

We sat there for a moment looking at one another.

"I know you're not suggesting I take advantage of her," I said.

Jen shook her head and rolled against me again. "Not take advantage of her, but..." Jen kissed my arm and pushed her fingers into mine, lacing them together. "You love her as much as I do. I think. But, I know you love her, and right now, she needs that. She needs somebody to just hold her and love on her and..."

"I thought that's what you were doing."

Jen nodded and kissed my arm again. "I was. And then I had to come in here and kick you in the butt for being honest with her. But you were right; she'd hate you later if you'd lied to her, so she'll love you even more for being honest with her."

I looked down into Jen's eyes and shook my head. I'd seen her do complete one-eighty's like this before; mad at me one moment, all forgiven the next; and it never ceased to amaze me.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"Well," Jen said, laying back on the bed. "She's had too much to drink to drive herself home. And I wouldn't want to send her home by herself right now, anyway."

"No, that's definitely not a good idea."

"And... you don't really want to make her sleep on the couch, do you?"

"Not really." I shrugged. "I'll take..."

"You're not taking the couch, either."

I took a deep breath and smiled. "So... the three of us in bed together? Again?"

Jen nodded. "Why not? You didn't seem to mind last time."

I sighed. "No, I didn't. But she wasn't upset, then, either."

"You worry too much. Go," she said, pushing me away from her and waving me toward the living room. "Go love on her a little and bring her to bed."

"Just like that? What if she doesn't want to come to bed?"

Jen sighed and continued to wave me out of her bedroom.

"Be persuasive. Do whatever it takes to get her in here; pick her up and carry her if you have to. I'm going to go ahead and crawl in bed and wait on you."

I stopped in the doorway and looked back at Jen. She was bent over pulling at the bedcovers and she turned around to stare back at me.

She waved her hand sharply, motioning for me to go find Meghan.

I entered the living room in time to see Meghan headed to the kitchen with both empty bottles. She looked back at me over her shoulder and smiled weakly as she sat the bottles on the kitchen counter.

"So. Were they good looking?" she asked. There was a nasal twang in her voice that confirmed the tear streaks on her face; she'd been crying and was forcing herself to have a stiff upper lip.

"They were fair," I said, laying my hands on her shoulders, rubbing gently and then pulling her to me in a hug. "Nowhere near as good looking as you or Jen." I turned her around inside my arms, hugged her again and kissed her on the forehead.

She leaned back and sagged against me, reaching up and wrapping her fingers around my arm.

"You're saying that to try and make me feel better."

"No, I'm saying it because it's true."

Meg pushed back and looked up at me.

"So you're telling me Rick and his friends hired ugly strippers for my fiancé's bachelor party? And you expect me to believe that?"

I took a deep breath and she poked me with a finger.

"I thought so," she said trying to push away from me.

"Wait a minute," I said, grabbing at her waist. She stopped trying to wrestle away from me and leaned back against the kitchen counter.

"All three of them, skilled at their job though they may be, pretty though they may be; none of them are real."

"What do you mean, none of them are real?"

"They were getting paid to enjoy what they were doing. I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure at least one of them was wearing a wig, and all three of them were fake."

"Fake?" She raised her eyebrows.

I raised my hands and covered Meghan's breasts as I leaned in to whisper in her ear. "They were enhanced; not real. Not like you, and not like Jen."

"Ohhh... that kind of fake," Meg said, covering my hands with hers and squeezing as she inhaled sharply. She made no effort to push me away from her, and I felt her nipples harden through the thin cloth of her bra and blouse. "Remind me again why you and I broke up?" 

"Neither of us really wanted to commit to anything serious. Or that's what we told each other anyway."

Meghan looked up at me and nodded slowly.

"Do you ever wonder what if?" she asked, biting at her lip. "I mean, if we'd stayed together, I wouldn't be stuck in this mess with Denny."

"No."

"And you and Jen might never have... you know."

I nodded. "You might be right. We'll never know, though, will we?"

Meghan shook her head, sighed and pulled her hands from mine, reaching up to put her arms around my neck. I pulled my hands from her chest and hugged her.

"Your hands felt really good," she said, giggling.

I hugged her tight, lifting her gently off the floor and then sat her back down.

"Don't tell anybody," I said. "I'd hate for them to get the wrong idea."

Meghan leaned back, looked up at me and laughed, bringing a hand to cover her mouth.

"You're funny," she said, stifling a giggle. "The three of us naked in bed together a few weeks ago and you're worried I might tell someone you were copping a feel?"

She leaned up and kissed me. I felt her breath against me as she kept her lips pressed to mine, and then she turned her head to the side, pressing her face against my cheek.

"Denny hasn't so much as touched me since that weekend, either, much less fucked me."

She sighed again. I began to gently rub my hand up and down her back and she pushed back from me, hopping up onto the counter.

"You have no idea how frustrated I was when we left your apartment, do you?" 

"Frustrated?"

She closed her eyes, nodded and smiled as she reached for me and pulled me to her; I slid up against the counter, standing between her spread legs.

"When I crawled into bed with the two of you..." She caught her breath, blinked rapidly and looked up at me again. "When the two of you started... making love to me..." She swallowed hard. "I was so sure you were going to fuck me, and then..."

"I passed out."

"Dead to the world," she said, giggling again and burying her face in my shoulder as she relaxed against me. 

"Still wish I'd slept with you that first night instead of Jen?"

Meghan leaned back, her eyes slowly dancing across my face, and then she shook her head.

"No. On one hand, I'm still kind of amazed at the whole brother-sister thing, but the two of you are so... together. You're much more solid than Denny and I am. I think I was mostly upset at the idea that you'd both let alcohol push you into something you were going to regret, but you're making it work.

"Now I'm just jealous of the fact that she's got someone that loves her and pays attention to her while I'm stuck marrying a man-whore." Meg covered her mouth with her hand and giggled as she leaned into me again. "I am so fucked and right now I'd be happy just to get fucked."

I put my arms around her and she sighed, scooting forward a little and relaxing against me.

"I'm so lucky to have friends like you," she said.

"Friends?"

Meghan pulled back and looked at me as she nodded.

"Because Jen said she thought of you more like a sister."

Meghan giggled again and leaned back, and my hands dropped to the tops of her thighs.

"She told me that, too," she said, kicking at me gently with her heels. "So do you think of me as your other little sister, too, and does that make you my big brother?"

I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I guess it does."

Meghan smiled and laid her hands on mine and pulled them up to her chest, closing her eyes and sighing as my hands closed again on her breasts. She pressed my hands hard against her chest and squeezed me with her thighs as she drew in a deep breath, and I leaned in and kissed her.

Meghan's mouth opened to me and her hands fell away from mine as she clutched at me. I cupped her breasts in my hands, squeezing them, feeling the nipples straining to be free.

"You can do anything to me that you want to," she said, her voice raspy as I groped her. "Especially if it involves being naked and either or both of you holding me."

"What about...?"

She pushed her hand against my mouth and shook her head.

"After two and a half months of nothing and tonight, he can go fuck himself if he thinks I'm going to feel guilty about anything. I just want to feel wanted and loved tonight." 

I bent down and kissed at her neck; she reached up and swept her hair to the side, baring it to me.

"It's getting late," I said, almost whispering into her ear. Her nipples were hard little buds against the palms of my hands; I drew my fingers to them and pinched lightly.

She nodded. "Ohhh... I know." Her voice was light and airy as she gasped.

"Jen told me to do whatever I had to to get you to bed." I began unfastening the remaining buttons on her blouse.

Meghan giggled, looked down where my fingers were working and looked back at me. "Your sister wants you to get me into bed? She actually said that?"

I smiled. "We were talking about the fact that you don't need to drive home..."

Meghan shook her head. "I'm not going home tonight."

I nodded as I pulled her blouse open. "And she told me she wanted you to sleep with us."

Meghan smiled and licked at her lips. "Sleep?" There was a twinkle in her eye as she rolled her shoulders back and let her blouse slide down.

I smiled and looked down at Meghan's chest; her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her bra, swollen little buds of flesh begging to be sucked.




My Sister's Deception Ch. 05



"She didn't actually say sleep, she just said she wanted the three of us to spend the night in bed together."

"Mmhmmm. I remember the last time we did that I got cheated. How can I be sure that won't happen again?"

"I don't know," I said, hooking my fingertips into one of the cups of her bra and tugging gently. 

The cloth yielded and fell; her nipple popped free and a moment later, I was cupping her breast in my hand and softly kissing the nipple.

"Ohhh... suck it..." Meghan contorted herself reaching for the closure on her bra, and seconds later, the cloth sagged against her chest as it fell away from her. She shrugged her shoulders one at a time and pushed me away long enough to toss her bra to the floor, then pulled me back to her.

"You and Jen are the only ones that have even touched me in weeks," she said. "It felt so good... getting off without having to make myself cum..."

I took her other nipple in between my lips and she gasped. Meghan tried to scoot forward again and slipped, grabbing for me as she slid off the counter.

I caught her in my arms and she giggled as she clung to me.

"That was almost really, really bad," she said.

"What were you trying to do?"

She looked up at me, the smile fading from her face.

"Do you really want to know?"

I nodded.

She took a deep breath and licked her lips.

"I wanted to scoot closer to you so I could press myself against you," she said, sliding a hand between us and grabbing my cock through my pants.

"I really, really need to get laid," she said, her fingers fumbling loosely at my belt, "and I thought if I could get close enough to you..."

My belt turned loose and she looked up at me. I wasn't doing anything to stop her and so she unfastened my pants.

"Take your shirt off?" A hopeful request.

I slipped my shirt off as she unzipped me, and then, as my pants fell from my hips, she was clawing at my boxers. My cock sprang free, almost hitting her in the face as she pushed my boxers to the floor.

Meghan stood up, her hands sliding along my thighs until she was cupping my balls and wrapping a hand around my shaft.

"I really, really want you inside me," she said, looking up at me.

"Turn around," I said, laying my hands on her shoulders.

Meghan turned around slowly, dropping her hands onto the kitchen counter as I reached for the zipper on her skirt. A moment later, her skirt hit the floor and she stepped out of it as I swept my hands into her panties and began to skim them from her hips.

My fingers followed the scant cloth all the way down her thighs, past her calves, and I held on to her underwear as she stepped out of it, finally tossing it just out of reach. I stood up slowly, allowing my hands to caress her legs, my fingers sliding in between her thighs until she raised up onto her toes, gasping as I made contact with her sodden, molten pussy.

"Ohgawd," she said, panting. "Ohgawd..."

I kissed her behind softly and trailed my lips gently along the skin of her back until I was kissing her shoulder, and I slowly wrapped my arms around her, cupping her breast with one hand and pushing the down between her legs as my cock smacked against her ass.

"Ohhh..." Meghan moaned as I slid a finger in between the sodden folds of her pussy. "Ohhh... yesss..."

I kissed her shoulder again, squeezed her breast, then released it as I grasped her hip and I aimed my cock down between her legs.

I grabbed her by the hips with both hands, pulling her back from the counter and bending her over, and Meghan giggled.

"This is so dirty," she said.

"Is it?" I asked as the head of my cock slid against her wetness.

"Ohhh... yeah... it is... ohhh... ohhh..."

She gasped as the head of my cock penetrated her pussy.

"... but I could stand to get a little dirty... ohgawd..."

I thrust slowly into her as I pulled her against me, and Meghan moaned as I impaled her on my pole.

Her knuckles turned white as she grasped the counter.

"Ohgawd... ohgeezus... ohhh... fuck me... ohhh..."

We'd fucked just like this in my apartment one night when she was a freshman in college. The difference now was experience and maturity, and I could feel her pussy grabbing at my cock as she thrust back at me, urging me to climax inside her.

"Ohhh... ohhh..." 

Meghan pulled away from me and spun around with her back against the counter, shaking her head.

"You okay?" I asked, my cock throbbing, slick with her juices.

She nodded. "Yeah, but... I can't... I can't do it like that."

She threw an arm around my neck and began climbing on me. I swept my hands up under her ass and she gasped as she impaled herself on my cock and held on to me for dear life.

"Carry me to bed," she said, panting for breath.

I began to walk toward the bedroom and Meghan moaned softly with each jostle.

"Ohhh... ohhh...ohhh..."

We brushed against the doorway walking into the bedroom and Jen sat up. She was completely naked, and her mouth dropped open as we headed for the bed.

Meghan clung to me as I laid her down, and then we were both fighting to keep me inside her as she pushed up onto the bed so we could pick up where we'd left off.

She turned her head to look at Jen and smiled.

I thrust into her again and she closed her eyes and moaned.

"Fuck me... ohgeezus, yesss... fuck me..."

She wrapped her legs around me and I slowly began thrusting in and out of her.

"Ohgawd... ohgawd..."

She clawed at me with one hand and reached for Jen with the other.

"Ohgawd... I'm gonna cum... ohhh... don't stop... don't stop... I'm gonna cum... ohhh..."

I could feel her pussy begin to spasm on my cock and I suddenly felt my own orgasm starting.

"Get ready, Meghan..."

"Ohgawd... cum in me... ohgawd..."

I erupted and pressed myself deep into her, thrusting short and ragged as my cock spewed semen inside her, and she finally wrapped me in her arms, holding herself tightly against me and panting hard.

I collapsed against her and we rolled to the side, leaving her sandwiched between me and my sister.

We lay like that for several minutes before either of us moved, but finally, Meghan took a somewhat deeper breath and brought a hand to my face.

And then she kissed me, molding her lips to mine and then sweeping her tongue into my mouth. 

And then she hugged me tight, gently rubbing my back with her hand.

"Wow."

I raised up to look over Meghan, who just as quickly turned her head to look at Jen.

"Sorry," Meghan said. "But you told me to."

"Oh. No. I was just... that was hot."

"Really?" Meghan shifted, pulling her leg from around my thigh.

Jen nodded.

"Only one thing left to do now," she said.

"Go to sleep?" I asked.

"Okay, a couple of things."

"What's that?" Meghan asked.

Jen grabbed at Meghan's hip and rolled her onto her back as she sat up, and I watched in amazement as she pushed Meghan's thighs apart and pushed her mouth against Meghan's sodden pussy.

"Ohgawd... Jen... Jen, you're gonna make me cum again... Ohhh..."

"Good," Jen said, raising up and pulling a finger from Meghan's sopping sex, and I watched as she licked her finger clean of my semen.

"Because we need to take really good care of you while we can."

Jen made Meghan cum two more times, and then she made her way to me.

"My turn," she said.

We finally fell asleep more than an hour later; all three of us exhausted almost beyond words.

Good thing we didn't have to get up early the next morning.



My Sister's Deception Ch. 06



I was a little disoriented when I first woke up the next morning. I distinctly remembered going to sleep laying between Meghan and my sister, but when I woke up, I was on the outside, facing in, an arm draped around Meghan, my early morning erection nestled against her bare backside.

I took a deep breath, kissed Meghan lightly on the shoulder and slowly crawled out of bed to go take a shower.

"Mmmm." 

I turned around to see Jen roll over and reach for me.

"Breakfast?" she asked, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow she was laying on.

"Right after I get out of the shower," I said, bending over and kissing her on the cheek.

"'K'," she said, smiling and hugging her pillow a little tighter.

A couple of minutes later, I stepped under the hot spray of the nozzle and turned around slowly, beginning to wake up.

I heard a thump, followed by a single syllable.

"Ow!"

And I watched through the semi-translucent shower curtain as Meghan stumbled into the bathroom.

"Oh! Bright light... bad. Ohhh..." 

She sat down on the commode, holding her head in her hands, and seconds later, I heard the unmistakable sound of her peeing, followed by a flush.

"Want company?" she asked, yanking the curtain back before I had a chance to answer.

She grabbed for my arm to steady herself as she climbed in, and a moment later, hot water's therapeutic power notwithstanding, she was nestled in my arms, her head laid against my shoulder.

"My head is pounding," she said.

"Heck of a night last night," I replied.

"Yeah, it was," she said, sighing. 

She tilted her head up and kissed me as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and then she looked down between us at my now resurgent erection and shook her head.

"I can't, Kyhl. Not again. I shouldn't have last night, but..."

"Hey, not a problem," I said, gently rubbing her back.

"I mean it," she said. "Nobody can know what happened last night."

"I'm not going to tell anyone," I replied. "But the same goes for what I told you about the bachelor party; you can't tell anyone about that, either."

She nodded and wiped water from her eyes.

"I know."

Apartment bathtubs, shower curtain or no, are really not meant for two people. Awkward as it was, I managed to finish in the shower and left her to work the conditioner into and out of her hair.

Twenty minutes later, clad in nothing more than a pair of boxers, I had breakfast ready, and I smiled as both women stumbled into the kitchen.

Meghan looked like she was well on her way to recovering from the night before; Jen looked like she was still half-asleep, my shirt from the night before all that was covering her body.

"Coffee..." she said as she reached for the steaming mug sitting in front of me.

"I gotta go," Meghan said, pulling a comb through her still wet hair. "I'm not finished packing; I've still gotta drop by the office, and..."

"Forget the office," Jen said. "You're on vacation, and you're getting married."

"I know, but..."

"It'll keep until you get back," Jen said. "Allyson has everything covered."

Meghan's expression was nervous skepticism, and she bit her lip.

"There is no point in going to the office," Jen said. "She said she's got everything handled, to enjoy our time off, and she'd see us down in Corpus. I'm not even going in today."

"You're not?"

Jen took another sip of coffee and shook her head.

"We'll probably lay around here a bit this morning, then I'll finish packing and we'll leave sometime around lunch."

"So, does that mean we can do dinner? The four of us? Five if Kris makes it?"

"Four? Is that including Denny?"

Meghan bit her lip again and nodded.

Jen looked at me, sighed and nodded. "Yeah, we can do that."

Meghan smiled and sighed. "You guys are the best."

She hugged Jen and kissed her, then turned to me.

Meghan swept her arms around my neck and hugged me as tight as she ever had, and then she kissed me softly on the cheek.

"Thanks for last night," she said. "The guilt's killing me right now, but I really needed it."

"You're welcome, I guess?"

Meghan smiled at me, kissed me on the cheek again and headed for the door.

Jen closed it behind her and locked it, and then stretched, my shirt rising and exposing her lower body, smiling when she noticed me looking at her.

"I'm gonna go get in the shower," she said. "And then I need to finish packing."

"Sounds like a plan," I said.

She left the bathroom door open, and I heard her when she stepped into the shower as well as when she stepped out, and it was only a couple of minutes later when she came walking out of the bathroom, her towel held loosely in front of her body as she continued to dry herself.

"I can't believe she's still planning on going through with it," she said, dabbing at water on her shoulder.

"Well, hearing something's going on isn't the same as actually seeing it, and you know what they say about love being blind."

"Doesn't mean she's gotta roll around in it," Jen said, turning to head for the bedroom.

"I know," I replied, following her, "but we can't make the decision for her."

Jen dropped her towel and flopped onto the bed, her wet hair splaying out all about her head.

"Nice," I said. My eyes wandered up her spread legs to the smooth skin of her shapely, seductive ass and her freshly shorn pussy lips, just peeking out from between her parted thighs. "I like."

She smiled as she rolled onto her side and bent her knee, opening herself to my unobstructed view.

"I know you were hard when you got up this morning," she said, drawing a finger in between her soft, pink vaginal lips, "and I know the two of you didn't do anything about it in the shower." 

"You heard all that?"

Jen giggled and nodded.

"I'm glad I was laying down, because I think I'd have fallen out if I'd seen her walk in and cop a squat to pee with you in the shower. I don't even do that!"

I shook my head as I walked to the edge of the bed and pushed my boxers down, freeing my erection.

"You're still wet," I said, brushing droplets of water from her shin.

"I'm wet here, too," she said, rolling onto her back, sliding fingers between her legs and spreading her pussy lips apart.

I kicked my boxers free and fell against the bed, catching her thighs in my hands as she squealed.

"Mmmm... nice and fresh," I said as I buried my face between her legs. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at her gently. "I could do this all day."

"Mmmm..." Jen sighed and shifted beneath me, spreading her legs a little more and pushing her fingers into my hair. "And I'd let you if we didn't have to get on the road. Ohhh..."

I alternated licking at and kissing Jen's swollen folds, lapping at her cunt juice until she urged me against her, and I opened my mouth wide, brushing her clit with my lip as I slid my tongue in between her sodden lips.

"Ohhh... gawd... ohhh..." Jen's thighs clenched and she began to pant and grab at the sheets.

"Ohhhgawd, I want you to fuck me..." 

I raised up and gazed at her heaving chest and Jen rolled over, her arms leaden as she moved. I crawled onto the bed as she shoved her legs apart again, and I crawled in between her splayed thighs, my cock pointing down at her.

I slid my hands up her legs, squeezing her ass, pulling her to me as I fell upon her, and I felt her writhe beneath me, grabbing my cock and pulling it into her sodden hole.

"Ohhh... ohhh, yesss... you feel so good, baby... ohhh, fuck me..."

I braced myself against the mattress and began to thrust in and out of her as she lay there gasping and clawing at the sheets.

"Ohmigod... ohhh... Kyhl... Kyhl... I'm... I'm gonna cum again..."

I erupted inside her, coating her walls with my semen for the second time in less than twelve hours.

"Ohhh..." Louder than usual.

I collapsed against her and rolled onto my side, still holding her, still inside her and I thrust into her short and ragged a few more times, emptying my sperm into her.

She grabbed at me, pulling my arm around her and pressing my hand against her breast.

"Ohmigod but that was good," she said, still gasping for breath.

"It was, wasn't it?"

She nodded and pulled my hand up to her lips to kiss it, then pressed it to her breast again.

We lay there recovering, and before we knew it, we'd been asleep for more than an hour.

We got up, showered again, and finished packing. I carried our bags to the car while she got dressed, and opting to grab lunch on the road, we were ready to go.

As we were walking to the car, we passed Mrs. Collins, who was coming back from getting her mail.

"Well, now!" She stopped and grabbed both of us by the arm. "I know you're both having a fantastic day, now aren't you?"

Jen looked at me, her expression declaring she had no idea what her neighbor was referring to.

"And you had a pretty good night last night, too."

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, Mrs. Collins," Jen said.

"Oh, sweetie, you know exactly what I'm talking about." She leaned in between us so she could speak in a softer voice. "The walls are only a little thicker than paper, dear. Only a little thicker." She held her hand up, thumb and index finger spaced maybe a quarter inch apart.

Jen's mouth dropped open and her face turned red as she caught her breath and looked at me.

"Mrs. Collins,... I am so sorry," Jen said. "I had no idea we were that loud."

There hadn't been any music, so all three of us knew exactly what she was referring to.

"Oh, sweetheart," Mrs. Collins said, tapping us both on the arm. "Don't you worry about it even one bit. You just reminded me of the best reason for keeping a good man around."

She smiled up at me and then leaned over to Jen. "And I'd keep him around, from the sound of things."

Jen laughed and covered her mouth.

"I will, Mrs. Collins, I will."

"Permanently, would be my suggestion," she said, "but I'm just an old woman who remembers what it's like to have a good man around all the time. Why if I was forty years younger, I'd... oh don't listen to me... You two have a safe trip and take care of each other."

"Thank you, Mrs. Collins, we will."

Jen bit her lip all the way to the car and then she laughed.

"I'll bet she was pretty wild when she was younger," Jen said.

"I'll bet you're right." I tossed the last of our bags into the car. 

"God only knows what she thinks of me now," Jen said as she buckled her seatbelt.

I grabbed Jen's hand up in mine and kissed it.

"I'm pretty sure she thinks you and your boyfriend are really in love with each other and managed to do a pretty good job of expressing it." 

"Maybe you're right," Jen said, pulling my hand back to her and kissing it as she laced our fingers together.

"How am I supposed to drive?" I asked.

Jen giggled. "With your eyes on the road."

It took us a little over four hours to get there; we won't discuss how fast I drove, and when we pulled into the hotel parking lot, Jen practically burst from her seatbelt waving at someone I clearly didn't recognize.

"Who's that?" I asked, turning my head and trying to see while still trying to park the car.

"Kris," Jen replied, turning her head the other direction to maintain her view as we slid into a parking spot. "Meghan's little sister. Her Maid of Honor."

"Ahhh."

In spite of how excited she clearly was to see Kris, Jen waited on me and slid her hand in mine as we walked toward the hotel.

There was something familiar about her and then it hit me.

We'd met one weekend way back when, while Meg and I were dating. Meghan was put out over her little sister's visit, because it meant she couldn't crash at my apartment with me. The three of us had gone to dinner and a movie, and Kris had watched about as surreptitiously as a younger sibling could as I'd kissed Meg goodnight.

The only question now was did Kris remember? If she did, things were going to get interesting fast.

Jen pulled her hand from mine a moment later and I watched as she and Meghan's little sister hugged like the long lost almost-sisters they were.

And I took a really deep breath, forcing a smile and trying not to appear guilty.

"This must be Kyhl," Kris said, pulling away from Jen to hug me. She swept her arms around my neck and hugged me tight and kissed me on the cheek like we were long lost friends that hadn't seen each other in years. 

She was every bit as cute and adorable as she had been back then, but a lot more so; age had brought maturity, which had fostered confidence she didn't possess as a high school junior. Kris was an attractive young woman, and if Rick hadn't met her yet, I knew he'd quickly be on the prowl.

"I've heard so much about you I feel like I already know you," she said, letting her hands slide down my arms as we broke our embrace.

"It's great to meet you," I said. 

The true test of a lie is when you tell it to someone who knows better. And Kris knew better.

If she thought about, anyway. 

Thirty minutes later, we were checked in and looking out at the ocean from our third floor balcony.

"This room is awesome," Jen said, peering over the balcony wall. "And I love the view from up here."

"You should see the room Meg and I are sharing," Kris said. "The balcony is huge. Wait until it gets dark, though."

Jen swept her hair back and leaned back. "Why? What happens when it gets dark?"

"They have these blue lights that light up the big ship anchored over there. It's like it glows in the dark."

The big ship was a mammoth aircraft carrier, and it had more than a dozen planes on the flight deck.

Jen stared at it. "Does it glow all night long?"

"No," Kris said, sweeping hair out of her own face. "They said the lights burn until midnight and then they cut them off."

"I wanna go for a walk on the beach." Jen said, grabbing my hand. "When is Meghan supposed to get here?" Jen asked as we closed the door behind us.

"I don't know," Kris said, looking at her phone. "She called earlier and said something about a fight she and Denny were having. She sounded kind of upset."

Jen and I looked at each other.

"Hopefully it was nothing. I know she's really nervous," Jen said as we stepped off the elevator. "Maybe she'll be here in a bit and we can all go to dinner."

"Okay. You've got my number, right?"

Jen nodded and slid her hand into mine and we stepped out the back door of the hotel onto a sweeping deck, and then onto the sand that covered seemingly every square foot of space between us and the water. Only a few concrete tables and a swing-set off in the distance broke up the sea of dusty brown, and dozens of people, though not as many as you might have thought, teemed on the beach, digging in the sand and playing in the water. We slowly plodded through the shifting sand until our feet were striking the surf soaked edge of the beach.

Waves lapping at our feet, we began strolling away from the hotel, the huge aircraft carrier behind us.

"Do you think she said anything to him about last night?" I asked.

"With Denny, there's no telling. I'd be willing to lay money that she asked him to go to dinner, without his buds in attendance, and that's what they fought about."

"You know we have something else to worry about."

"What?" 

"Remember the weekend Kris came to spend with Meg when you guys were freshmen?"

Jen stopped and looked at me, her eyes going wide.

"Oh, fuck." She looked back toward the hotel and then back at me, slowly shaking her head, and she bit at her lip. "I don't think she remembers. She'd have said something."

"We've got a lot of weekend and wedding ahead of us."

Jen raked her hand through her hair and nodded. "I think we'll be alright, though."

We started walking again and Jen's grip on my hand tightened.

"Did you meet her parents?"

"I don't think so," I replied. "I think Parent's Weekend was before we started dating."

We'd invested a lot of time and energy in building this, to say nothing of the relationship that had bloomed as a result of Jen's plan; the idea that it could suddenly fall apart because of something so simple had never crossed our mind.

Kids darted past us screaming as they ran into the surf, and one of them almost ran into us as he ran back up onto the beach.

Jen's cell phone rang and she turned into me as she answered it.

"Hello?" Jen looked at me and mouthed Meghan's name. "Well, it's about time... we're quite a ways down the beach from the hotel right now... Okay... We'll see you in a few minutes."

She hung up and looked at me.

"Still game for going to dinner with Meg and the man-whore?"

I laughed as we turned around and started back for the hotel. "Sure. Why not?"

We took quick showers and changed clothes, and thirty minutes later, we headed to dinner.

Dinner was an event. Never mind how calm and polite Denny and Meg were, the unspoken tension was undeniable as we sat down.

Kris had joined us, and all was going smoothly enough until the women excused themselves to the ladies room.

Denny watched them walk away nervously and then looked over at me.

"You didn't say anything about the party did you?"

"What was I going to say? 'Nope, your fiancé stayed sober but last I saw he was banging the hell out of a hooker?'"

"Listen, Kyhl..."

"No. You listen. I've known Meghan for a long time. She's like a sister to me. You're not well on your way to hurting her, you're already doing it."

"You don't understand, man. We're talking marriage here."

"I know. You're the reason I'm here; for your wedding Saturday."

He nodded. "And that makes it a forever thing. Forever."

"I know."

He sat there and looked at me.

"You don't get it, do you?"

"What don't I get?" I asked. "Because I get it that she loves you and that it's like you're sticking her with a knife every time you push her away or every time you mention this other woman... what's her name, Debbie?"

Denny clenched his teeth.

"She loves you, and she's as committed to you as she can be, but it's like you just don't care. And you sure don't care about being loyal or faithful to her..."

"You ever cheat on Jenifer?"

No. As twisted as it sounds, my sister sanctioned me doing your fiancé because you wouldn't take care of her.

"No."

Denny clenched his teeth and looked away.

"No. Of course not," he said. "You've got no idea what it's like to realize you're only ever going to sleep with one person for the rest of..."

"So don't get married," I said. "Because that's part of it."

"Forget it," he said, looking away and waving a hand. "Just forget it."

I couldn't just forget it, but I did have to leave it alone, because just then we both saw the women returning to the table.

Kris seemed oblivious, but Jen and Meghan both noted a change in the mood at the table.

The rest of the meal passed calmly, but Denny and I both gave each other cautionary looks on the way back to the hotel.

As we walked through the lobby, we could hear music coming from the bar, and before I could say no, Jen had dragged me onto the hardwood section that almost passed for a dance floor. She pulled herself to me and laid her head on my shoulder as I swept her into my arms, and we slowly began to move with the music.

We danced through the next song, and as it faded out, Jen leaned up and kissed me. 

"Hey," Kris said, walking up and grabbing Jen's hand. "I've got your dress in our room. Come try it on."

"Now?"

"Yeah. I want to make sure there aren't any other problems with it."

"You're just now trying on your bridesmaid's dress?" I asked as she started to walk off.

Jen looked back and shook her head. "No, it needed some fitting. Meet me upstairs in a bit?"

I nodded and watched them walk away.

In the back corner of the bar, a baseball game was on the big screen. I'm not that big a fan unless the Tigers are playing, but I had nothing else to do, so I went to check it out.




My Sister's Deception Ch. 06



Great, I said to myself. 

Rick was one of three other guys watching, and I quickly decided maybe the game wasn't such a great idea, regardless of who was playing.

I turned to leave just as the batter sent one into the bleachers, and I stopped to look back at the TV.

And that's when I saw her.

Short cropped, dark red hair; not quite auburn, and perfectly sculpted legs. Her dark blue dress fit like a second skin, and for a brief moment, I thought to myself that if she looked that good dressed like that, she must really look...

A hand slapped my back and I was almost overcome by the sudden smell of beer.

"A woman that looks like that makes a man glad he's got a dick," Rick said, leaning in much closer than was really necessary. "I'd do her."

"Yeah," I replied, nodding, "but you're a walking penis. That's all you ever think about."

He squinted at me through alcohol hazed eyes. "What are you? Gay?"

"Oh, no," I replied. "I'm not gay. I just don't appreciate all the grief and harassment you've been giving my girlfriend."

"Oh, okay, wait, now. Listen," he said, raising a hand and backpedaling. "I thought... we all thought... most of us, anyways... that she was just makin' you up. I didn't mean anything by it. Honest."

Drunk but conciliatory. Better than nothing.

"Okay. Fair enough. Just do everybody a favor and leave her alone from this point on."

"You got it."

I turned back around. The redhead was seated at the bar, and I watched as a man walked up, one single white rose in his hand. He offered her the flower, she took it, and a moment later, her hand looped through is arm, they left the bar together.

There was something familiar about her. What was it?

I turned back to the bar. It was early summer; there would be nothing but reruns on TV, so Tigers or no Tigers, the baseball game was probably the most entertaining thing on the tube.

An hour later, Jen walked up behind me and leaned over, whispering into my ear.

"Mind if I go hit a couple of clubs with Meg and a few other girls?"

I looked back at her and shook my head.

"Does your dress fit right now?"

"Yep. It's upstairs in the closet. I'll try it on for you later."

"Okay."

"Can I take your car?" My keys were suddenly dangling from her fingers.

"Sure. Are you driving?"

She nodded. "I'll be the DD."

"Okay. See you when you get back."

"K." Jen kissed me on the cheek, and I swiveled around to watch her walk out.

The game ended up being a blow-out, and I finally decided I might as well go upstairs and find a movie or something to watch.

I got up from my seat and turned to leave the bar, and there she was again.

The red-haired woman. 

Same stunning dark blue dress, same stunning good looks, but now she looked a little less put together. Tired, perhaps?

My path out of the bar took me past the stool where she sat, and as I walked by her, temptation got the best of me.

"You look really familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"

She turned to look at me and smiled, her haunting green eyes carefully appraising me.

"That's kind of weak for a pick-up line, soldier-boy. But if it's the best you've got, we can work with it."

"What? No. You don't understand. I've got a girlfriend."

She smiled and sighed. "The story of my life; there's always a girlfriend or a wife. The good ones are never available. We can still work something out, though."

"No. Seriously. Are you sure we haven't met before?"

"You know, now that I think about it, you do look kind of familiar. Are you here for the wedding?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Mmmm, not really." She took a sip of her drink. "I just come here to feed my kitty."

Kitty. Why did that sound familiar?

"My kitty's hungry. Wanna feed it?"

"Your kitty's hungry?"

She nodded and smiled. "My kitty really likes cock."

The way she said 'cock', it was almost a two syllable word.

"Out of context, some people think that's really vulgar. Even in context, some think it's vulgar."

It clicked. Cowboy boots... short skirt... vest... nothing on under either of them... and...

"You look... different. You were blonde and..."

"Crystal blue eyes? Contact lenses and a wig, Baby."

I took a deep breath and leaned back.

"That was some wig."

"And I paid for it, too. It is top-dollar, let me tell you."

"Your name is Daisy, right?"

She shook her head gently as she sat her glass down. "Only when I'm blonde. My name is Carrie," she said, extending her hand. "And you are?"

I took her hand gently in mine. "Kyhl."

She slowly pulled her hand back.

"Well, Kyhl, wedding attendee and faithful boyfriend, are you a friend of the bride or the groom?"

"The bride, actually."

"Ahhh. And let me guess, your girlfriend is one of the bridesmaids."

I nodded and then she did, too.

"So, how is it, then, that you ended up at the bachelor party? Because it's kind of rare for members of the bride's party to be in attendance at parties like that one."

"I'm not really part of the bride's party," I said.

"Hmmm. Okay, maybe not, but I'm betting that's where your loyalty lies. Am I right?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I've known Meghan since she was a freshman in college two years behind me."

"Ahhh. Let me guess. The one that got away? Hmmm?"

"No. She and Jen were really good friends all through college and they're still pretty tight."

"Jen's your girlfriend?"

I nodded.

"Hah. Now that's impressive."

"What's impressive?"

"You date one girl and then end up dating one of her best friends and everyone's happy. That's rare. Really rare. Most people would find a dozen different ways to fuck it up."

"So you moonlight as a relationship counselor, too?"

Carrie laughed and shook her head. "I've never heard it called that before, but I guess you could say that's what I do, though it's debatable how much I actually help relationships.

"No, I make most of my money as a financial consultant. This," and she swirled her hand around and then down her body, "is my moonlighting gig, and I've been called every name in the book; sex-worker, sweetheart, escort, bitch, whore, and there are dozens of other names you can call me."

She said it without any emotion whatsoever.

"So if you don't like it,..."

"Oh... no... I didn't say I didn't like it. I love it. I absolutely love sex," she said. "And believe it or not, in this economy, this is one line of work that has not fallen off at all. Fortunately, I'm at a point now where I can afford to be very selective with who I do and what I do for them."

"So Denny made the cut, huh?"

Carrie looked at me, smiled, sighed and then laughed softly. "You don't like Denny, do you?"

"He's not my favorite person in the world, no."

She snapped her fingers and grabbed my wrist.

"You're the guy that walked out when I was fucking him."

I nodded slowly.

"Oh, wow. That put you in a most awkward situation, now, didn't it?"

I nodded again.

"There's an understatement."

Carrie nodded again and took a deep breath.

"The hardest part for some people to wrap their heads around," she said, "is that it's never personal for me; almost never anyway. I never step behind a closed door with anyone that hasn't asked for my time and attention."

"That sounds rehearsed and rationalized," I said and she folded her arms defensively across her chest.

"Perhaps. But what else are you going to say to a woman who accuses you of wrecking her marriage?"

"Happen often?"

She shook her head. "No. But once can be enough. Women are vicious and vindictive creatures."

"You're not big on the whole sisterhood bit, are you?" I asked, laughing.

"Only when it suits me," she said, draining her glass. She looked over at me, a contemplative look on her face.

"Speaking of the bridesmaid," Carrie said, laying her hand on mine again and slowly tracing a finger along my skin, "where is she and does she have any idea how dangerous it is to leave a good looking man like yourself unattended?"

I pulled my hand back and smiled.

"She's out with the bride and some friends clubbing. They'll be back in a bit."

Carrie smiled. "She trusts you."

I nodded. "She does."

"And I couldn't entice you into betraying her if I gave myself to you, could I?"

I shook my head and Carrie smiled again.

Carrie reached into her purse, pulled out some cash and slid it along the counter along with her glass.

"You and your girlfriend have a wonderful time while you're here, Kyhl. It was a pleasure meeting you."

She slid off of her stool, leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and breathed against my ear.

"Have a nice night."

I turned and watched her walk out, then returned to the TV.

Highlights and scores were running, and when they began to repeat and Jen still hadn't come back, I decided to call it a night and went upstairs. I flipped on the TV, found something halfway interesting, got undressed and laid back on the bed.

My cell phone rang after one in the morning, jarring me awake. 

"Hey. Can you meet us downstairs in the parking lot?"

"Yeah. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, we just need a little help getting Kris inside."

I tossed on shorts and a t-shirt, ran downstairs and met them as they were getting out of the car. Meghan was more than a little tipsy; Kris was trashed, unable to stand, and almost incoherent.

"I think you're gonna hafta carry her," Jen said.

"You're gonna hafta carry her," Meg said, leaning against me.

We slowly managed to get Kris out of the car, and I swept her up into my arms as Jen wrapped a supportive arm around Meghan.

"You're so sssweet," she said, laying her head on my shoulder. "No wonder my sister likes you so much."

Jen giggled and Meghan almost stumbled, horrified.

"You weren't supposed to tell him that," she said. "That was supposed to be a secret."

"Sshhhh." Kris laid a finger against her lips. "It's a sssecret that she really, really likes you."

We managed to make it through the lobby without incident, though the night manager did notice, simply smiling and shaking his head.

As we waited for the elevator, Kris tilted her head up and kissed me on the cheek.

"You're really sssweet," she said.

Jen took Meghan's room key from her, opened the door, and a few seconds later, I did my best to keep from dumping Kris onto her bed, laying her down as gently as I could. She didn't say a word, but simply rolled over and passed out.

Meghan sat on her bed and looked up at us, suddenly appearing dazed and lost.

"Lay back," Jen said, pushing on Meghan's shoulders.

"I have to get undressed first," she said.

"You'll be fine," Jen said.

It took a little doing, but after a little bit of back and forth with Meg, Jen finally got her stripped down to her underwear. Meghan laid back against the pillow, Jen finally managed to cover her up, and like her sister, Meg was out like a light.

Jen stood up and shook her head, motioning us to the door.

As the door closed behind us, Jen leaned against the wall and slipped off her shoes as she shook her head.

"I haven't seen Meg that plastered in a while."

"Is she that drunk?"

Jen nodded. "And Kris... ohmigod that little girl can throw 'em back." She pushed away from the wall and slid her hand into mine as we headed back to the elevator.

"And the shit kind of hit the fan a little tonight."

I thumbed the button, the doors slid open and we stepped in.

"How so?" I asked as the doors closed behind us.

"After everybody's judgment was already impaired, the subject of marriage came up."

"Well, we are here for a wedding..."

"Yeah. I know." Jen leaned against me, sliding an arm around my waist as we walked to our room and then stood on her own again as I opened our door.

She tossed her shoes into the corner over by the closet and walked straight to the balcony, sliding the door open and stepping out into the night air.

I stripped off my shirt and followed her, the warmish, moist air a distinct change from the temperature in our room.

"At one point, Karen, one of Kris' friends asked if we were getting married anytime soon."

"We, as in, you and I?"

Jen nodded. "And Kris leans over and whispers into my ear that I can't marry you because you're my brother."

I swallowed hard and caught my breath.

"Meghan convinced her she had you confused with someone else, and then I was struggling to find a good excuse for why we're not already engaged or married ourselves."

"How long have Denny and Meghan been together? Four years? We haven't been dating half that long yet."

Jen rolled her eyes and looked at me.

"I'm trying to be serious..."

"So am I. Mrs. Collins asked me when we were getting married yesterday."

Jen's mouth fell open.

"You're kidding." Jen turned around, rolling her back against the wall and shoving fingers into her hair. "What... what did you tell her?"

"That we hadn't really discussed it."

A pretty good breeze was blowing in off the ocean, and Jen turned around again to push hair back out of her face as she looked back at me.

"Discussed it?" She shook her head and sat down in a chair facing me, falling back with her legs spread apart. "I hadn't even thought about it until tonight. And now I've thought about it a lot.

"When I got divorced, I remember telling myself I wasn't going to get that close to anyone again, but... that was the emotion of the moment as much as anything."

She drew her fingers up along the inside of her thighs, mired in thought, drawing her skirt higher.

"It was just easier keeping my married name, but..."

Jen looked at me, biting her lip.

"There's no way we could ever do it," she said. "Not legally, anyway. Is there?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I don't think so."

"And even if we could," she said, "would... would you want to? I mean... married..."

"You make it sound like a disease, Sis."

Jen took a deep breath.

"Never mind what I've been telling her, what several people have been telling her in fact, Meghan is about to marry a man who... doesn't really love her. I don't think he loves her, anyway.

"And trust me, when it's good, it's good. When it's bad... my marriage wasn't that bad, and I was miserable."

"Till death do us part, sickness and in health, richer, poorer, all that stuff... you don't want to do that again?" I asked.

Jen looked at me and just as quickly she looked away, blinking rapidly, fighting back... tears?

"I love you more than I could ever hope to express," she said. "And I know you love me, too, but do you really want to marry your sister?"

I suddenly felt more than a little light headed and nodded. "No one else, Jen."

"This is serious, Kyhl. You're talking about the rest of our lives."

I nodded. "I know."

"Seriously? You'd really do it? You'd stand and take a vow with me?" 

I swallowed hard and nodded. Jen looked up at me and swallowed just as hard.

"You're talking about the rest of our family pulling their hair out."

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Mom and dad would have a fit."

"We can handle mom and dad."

"Could we handle being mom and dad?"

My heart skipped a beat. What did she just say?

"What?"

Jen swallowed hard again and smiled as she sat up.

"If we get married, I want to have a baby with you . At least one. Maybe more."

"Kids?"

Jen nodded her head slowly.

"Children. Diapers, late nights rocking, breast feeding, little league, school programs..."

"Kids?" Now my head was spinning.

Jen nodded her head again.

"You're..."

Jen's eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open and she sprang from the chair as she shook her head.

"Ohmigod, no. No. I'm... I'm not pregnant." Jen fell upon me and melted against me as she hugged me tight. "Ohgod, no."

She looked at me again and slowly shook her head.

"I've been on the pill forever," she said. "That's why I haven't really given it a thought."

"So why bring it up now?"

Jen looked at me and a smile crept over her face as she slid her hands into mine.

"Because I want to be. Pregnant, I mean. At some point."

"You want kids?"

She smiled and nodded. "Don't you?"

I swallowed hard. "I hadn't really given any of this much thought, either. Especially the kids part."

Jen smiled and bit her lip.

"Think about it," she said as she grabbed at my waistband. "Because if you want me as your wife you need to know there's going to come a point in time, not too far down the road, where I'm going to want to stop taking the pill. And once I'm off of it, when the time's right, I'm going to want you to take me to bed and make a baby with me."

"Make a baby with you?"

Jen nodded and smiled as she licked her lips.

"Yeah. I want to lay back on the bed, naked, my legs spread, and I want you to make love to me, and I want you to fuck me, and when you cum, I want you to cum deep inside me so much that it's running out of me..."

"Jen,..." The mental imagery of what Jen was describing was making my heart race and my cock swell.

She pulled herself against me, sliding a hand between us to cup my swelling erection.

"And when you're hard again, I want you to fuck me again. And again. And again... until you get me pregnant."

Her hand rubbed against me and I took a deep breath.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you like the idea," she said.

"The process involved with... with getting you pregnant, oh, yeah. The idea of actually having a baby..."

Jen leaned up and kissed me, sliding her lips in against mine and then slowly wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tightly.

"Tell me you want me and you love me," she said, her breath hot against my ear.

"I do. I love you, Sis. And I want you. And I'll always love you and want you."

Jen sighed and melted against me.

"I love you, too." 

I leaned back and caught her face in my hands and kissed her; Jen opened her mouth and gave me her tongue and our mouths consumed each other.

Jen clutched at me as she breathed hard against my shoulder, and I felt her tongue against my skin as she pushed my shorts down. I stepped out of my shorts as she slid her hands slowly up my thighs, cupping my balls with one hand and grasping my cock with the other.

"I want you to undress me and take me to bed."

Jen leaned back against the wall and thrust her chest out as I began unfastening her buttons.

"Take you to bed, huh?"

She nodded as I unfastened the last button and pulled her blouse open, and then she looked down as I pinched the clasp on her bra and exposed her breasts to the night air.

I pulled her to me, thrusting my cock against her belly as I reached around her and unzipped her skirt.

"I want you to take me to bed and throw me down and I want you to take me and make me yours."

She looked down at me as I knelt in front of her and tugged her skirt and panties from her hips. Jen stepped out of her panties and ran her fingers through my hair as I kissed her thigh, and instead of letting me up, she pressed my head against her, and as I kissed the inside of her thigh, she lifted her other leg, spreading herself open for me.

I opened my mouth and covered her sodden cunt with my lips, shoving my tongue into her and lapping at her as she gasped and held me against her.

I made love to her with my tongue long enough to make her moan and grab for something solid to hang on to, and then I stood up, my hands sweeping up her thighs to her ribcage, and as the heels of my hands brushed against the sides of her breasts, she caught my face in her and pulled me to her.

She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I swept my hands back down her body and she raised a leg as though trying to mount me. I slid my hands up under her and Jen squealed as I picked her up, wrapping her arms around my neck, and then shrugging her shoulders, letting her blouse and bra fall from one side, then the other as I carried her to bed.




My Sister's Deception Ch. 06



Jen giggled and squealed as I threw her down on the bed, and then she wiggled her way to the middle of the bed as I reached for her.

I grabbed her knees and pulled her open as she looked at me, smiling, her chest heaving as I made her vulnerable. I climbed onto the bed, and as I dipped my head to kiss between her thighs again, she grabbed my head, pressing me against her once more.

"Ahhh... ahhh... I love it when you go down on me... I love it when I feel your tongue against me..."

I slowly kissed my way up her body, and then she gasped and grabbed at me again as I kissed her breast, taking her nipple in between my lips.

"Ohhh... yesss... suck it... ohhh..."

She held me to her breast and I suckled her tits, and finally, Jen turned loose of me and threw her arms to the side.

"Ohhh... I want you..."

I raised up and crawled forward, kissing the flat of her chest, then her collarbone and neck, and finally her cheek before she rolled her head toward me and kissed me back.

"I want you," she said. 

"I want you, too," I said, running my hand down along her hip.

"I want you inside me... I wanna feel your cock inside me..."

I reached down between us and pushed the head of my penis into her swollen opening. Jen moaned and arched her back up at me as I thrust into her.

"Oh... Jen... you feel so good..."

"Yeah, baby... you're sooo hard... I wanna feel you cum inside me..."

"I'm gonna cum inside you, Sis..."

"Are you?"

"You want me to cum inside you, don't you?"

"Ohgodyes... you know I do... I wanna feel you cum inside me... Ohhh..."

"Get ready for it, Sis..."

"You getting' close, baby?"

"Yeah... I'm gonna cum inside you, little sister..."

"Ohhh, yesss... cum inside me... cum inside me..."

"Unnhhh..." I groaned as I began to cum inside her, and finally, I collapsed against her, our bodies sweating and sticking together.

"Ohhh..." Jen kissed my shoulder and held me tight, her legs still wrapped around me. "I can't wait until we're doing that to get me pregnant."

"Soon, Sis. Soon."

That night was the night for a lot of firsts for us; the first time we'd ever discussed making a lifetime commitment to each other; the first time we discussed having a baby. And it was the first time that Jen rolled on top of me, so desperate to keep me inside her that she refused to leave the bed, and in short order, we were going at it again, Jen riding my resurgent cock once more to orgasm.

Both of us exhausted, she collapsed atop me, semen pouring from her and cementing us together as we fell asleep.



My Sister's Deception Ch. 07



Friday started out late and lazy. We woke up with the sun beaming in on us, and still sticky and messy from fucking as we went to sleep, we made our way to the shower. 

I washed Jen's hair for her, and then I sat behind her on the balcony and brushed her hair as it dried, both of us naked. It was almost eleven o'clock when we heard a knock at the door. 

I threw some shorts on as Jen stood and looked out over the balcony.

Kris, sun glasses glued to her face in defense against the bright sunlight, slowly entered our room and, almost as though she were in shock, stuttered through reminding Jen they were supposed to go and get mani-pedis.

Thirty minutes later, Jen headed downstairs with Kris and Meghan, and I found myself tagging along with Meghan's dad on an impromptu sight-seeing tour to the aircraft carrier. Denny was nowhere to be seen.

"You ever serve?" Robert asked as we walked up the long ramp leading to the ship.

"No, sir. I've just always been fascinated by the planes."

I found out he'd received an ROTC commission and served six years in the navy. In the next three hours, I learned more than I thought I wanted to know about World War II, naval aviation and the USS Lexington. That was the name of the carrier, and that was the first war she'd fought in.

We wandered through part of the berthing area, where men had lived packed like sardines, past a small barber shop and dental treatment area, and by the time we were done wandering, I was more than amazed that hundreds of men had called this ship home for months at a time, to say nothing of the fact that it had been a floating airport. It had been built when everything we flew was propeller driven; the handful of jets parked on the flight deck illustrated just how 'small' this big ship actually was.

On the back of the ship, on a shaded deck he called the fantail, there were tables from another carrier, the Saratoga, and we leaned against the railing looking down into the water at the teeming host of jellyfish floating in the water.

"Well, I don't know about you," Robert said, "but I'm hungry. You want to grab lunch here?"

I followed his gaze back inside to the small food court set-up that offered typical concession booth cuisine; the food was fairly reasonably priced, but nothing to get excited about.

"Or, we can go to this spot back by the hotel."

"Which one?"

"Blackbeard's. Seafood. There's no shortage of seafood places here, but they're just a short walk away. I'm buyin'."

Several minutes later, we were nursing glasses of iced tea and waiting on platters of fried shrimp, scampi and calamari.

"Meghan tells me she's known you almost as long as she's known Jenifer." Robert squeezed another slice of lemon into his tea.

"Yes, sir. I met both of them when they were freshmen."

"Kind of odd to know and be involved with a woman that long and not have a more substantial relationship, don't you think?"

"Well, sir, Jen and I didn't really date when she was in college, and she got married to someone else after she graduated. We just happened to bump into one another a couple of years ago, one thing led to another, and..."

That was the story, wasn't it?

Robert nodded. That was the story. And he believed it.

"Well, I know Meghan loves both of you a great deal, and it means a lot to have you here this weekend."

"We wouldn't miss this for the world, sir."

We finally finished lunchd and headed back to the hotel. There wasn't a lot of time left before the rehearsal. I had nowhere to be and lots of time to get there; Robert, on the other hand, had a nervous bride-daughter and wife to shepherd.

He got off on the second floor; I went on to the third, and when I closed the door to my room behind me, the bathroom door opened.

"Ohhh... come feel." 

Jen grabbed my hand and led me to the bed, almost running, her towel sliding from her body as she climbed onto the mattress.

She shoved a foot up at me, rubbing her soft sole of her foot against my cheek.

"Mmmm. Smooth."

"Uh-huh."

She slid her other foot up against the other side of my face and I slowly leaned forward, crawling onto the bed and thrusting my head up between her legs.

"Ahhh..." Jen giggled. "Kyhl..." And moaned as I pressed my lips against her freshly showered pussy.

"I just got out of the shower."

"I know." I lapped at her still moist folds, trying to separate her lips with my tongue. 

Jen rolled away from me and curled into a ball. "I don't have time for you to do that to me right now. I've gotta be downstairs in thirty minutes."

I sighed.

"I'll make it up to you later," she said. "I promise."

"Get ready," I said, and when she bounded off the bed, I smacked her behind.

"Ow!" She snatched her towel up and bounded across the floor. "You can do more of that later, too."

A few minutes later, hair dry, make-up on, Jen stepped out of the bathroom again to get dressed.

She smiled at me and made a show of stepping into her bikini panties, and then she made sure I could see her nipples clearly displayed against the cups of her bra.

Her dress was simple, a gently gathered waist and buttoned bodice, but she looked awesome in it, and I found myself looking forward to watching her take it off later in the evening.

"Remember, we'll be done anywhere between seven-thirty and seven-forty-five," she said.

"Yes, dear," I replied.

"Don't get smart," she said, kissing me. "I love you. See you in a bit."

"I love you, too, Sis."

I looked at the clock. Time to kill and nothing to do.

An hour later, I checked my watch again as the elevator doors closed behind me. The rehearsal should be about over and we'd be ready go to dinner.

Initially, I'd planned to watch the rehearsal, but that idea had quickly been quashed. Now, with a sizeable crowd watching, I was ready to carry on with my increasingly public role as Jen's boyfriend.

I stepped off the elevator and headed for the meeting room, but when I cracked the door, the rehearsal was still going on and I got a nasty look from Denny's mother, Martha.

I quickly closed the door and walked back toward the lobby. 

I stopped about halfway and looked back. If I took the right seat at the bar, I could see when they opened the doors to the meeting room.

I made my way to the bar, noticing only three other people nursing drinks. Not that odd, really; it was still pretty early.

And then, I saw her.

The redheaded woman again. 

Last night, she'd worn a dark blue dress. Tonight, her dress was a dark, almost metallic red, and as fate would have it, the seat next to her was best positioned to see the meeting room door.

"If we keep meeting like this, people will talk," she said, smiling as I sat down beside her.

"As long as they don't see us walk off together, we should be okay," I replied, laughing.

I ordered a ginger ale, and looked over at her.

"You look very nice," I said. 

"Why, thank you," she replied, "but I'm busy tonight."

"I wasn't..."

"I know, baby," she said, laying her hand on my arm. "I just like to flirt and tease. I know you're a one woman man."

I nodded and smiled.

We sat there, sipping our drinks and watching the TV over the bar, and finally, she looked down at her watch.

"It's about time for me to go," she said. "I've got a long night ahead of me."

"Ahhh. I see."

"Tell me something," she said, standing next to me and leaning back against the bar. "Do you and your girlfriend like late-night walks on the beach?"

I nodded.

"They are a lot of fun, aren't they?"

I nodded again and watched as she walked out of the bar.

Jen appeared a couple of minutes later and leaned up against me.

"That was pure torture," she said, sliding her arm into mine. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

We walked out of the bar and headed for the front of the hotel, and suddenly, Jen stopped and grabbed my arm.

"That's her."

"That's who?"

"Debbie." Jen pointed toward the counter.

Long honey blonde curls cascaded from her shoulders, and her figure was hugged like a glove by a pair of skin tight jeans and pullover, leaving nothing to imagine as to the curvature of her generous bustline.

I tugged Jen along, almost dragging her from the lobby.

"Mark my words," she said, looking back over her shoulder, "Denny is going to fuck her tonight and break Meghan's heart."

"More than he already has?"

Jen looked at me hard, but kept whatever she was thinking to herself as she got into the car.

Like the night before, there was an unspoken tension in the air between Denny and Meg, and the air of forced politeness was almost unbearable. Even the futures seemed to be foundering, and the end of the meal couldn't come quite quick enough.

Back at the hotel, the desk clerk waved me down as we walked through the lobby.

"I have a message for you, Sir."

"For me?"

"Room 315?"

"Yeah."

He handed me the envelope, marked simply '315-Kyhl'. 

I flipped it over to open it; ruby red lips were pressed across the seal.

"Hmmm," Jen said, laying her chin on my shoulder. "I wonder who that's from."

I opened the envelope and pulled out a single piece of folded paper from one of the complimentary hotel notepads.

'You and Jen should really go for a stroll tonight, say between ten and midnight... head out back and hang a left... walk along the back of the hotel as you head for the beach... I promise it'll be breathtaking. C.'

"Who is 'C'?" Jen asked, looking up at me.

"A woman I met; she asked if we liked to go for late-night walks."

"And she thinks we should go for one..." Jen checked her watch. "... here in thirty minutes?"

"Roughly, yeah."

"What aren't you telling me?"

"I met a woman at the bar, we got to talking; she asked if you and l liked to go for late-night walks..."

"Uh-huh."

Suspicion aroused.

"Would you be terribly distraught if Meghan came with? She and Denny kissed goodnight at the restaurant; they won't see each other again until the wedding."

"That'll be fine."

I looked at my watch. Nine-thirty.

"Wanna dance?" Jen asked. "I know I can talk her into coming back downstairs to dance, and then we can go for a walk."

"Dancing with the two of you is dangerous."

Jen giggled as she dialed the phone. "Scared?"

I nodded. "I probably should be."

"Yep," she replied, taking my hand and dragging me toward the bar. "You probably should be."

Meghan joined us thirty minutes later, and the dance floor was much tamer than the club had been weeks earlier. 

After an hour, it was easy to see Meghan was running out of gas and she told us she was heading to bed.

"It's going to be a long day tomorrow, and I'm exhausted."

"We were actually hoping you'd go for a walk with us," Jen said.

Meghan laughed and leaned against Jen. "Jen, I'm exhausted."

Jen looked at me and laughed. "I know, but this will be the last chance the three of us have to spend time together before you get married."

"We just want you to go for a walk with us and enjoy the night air a bit," I said, taking her hand in mine.

"A walk on the beach? Just the three of us?"

I nodded.

"Okay," Meghan said, and then she smiled. "I do kind of like the idea of going for a walk."

We kicked off our shoes outside on the back deck, and holding their hands, I led the way off of the deck, skirting the backside of the building just like Carrie had suggested.

The rooms on the first floor, like those upstairs, had sliding glass doors that opened to the outside. Unlike the rooms upstairs, they did not have balconies, but instead had small patios with covered tables and chairs. Most of the rooms still had lights on, with curtains drawn, but a couple of rooms had the curtains open enough to see in. 

The first had a pay-per-view movie playing.

The second...

"Ohhh..." Jen froze, her hand gripping mine tighter. 

Meghan's gaze followed Jen's pointing finger and her fingers fell from mine.

"Ohmigod..."

Two lamps provided all the light that we needed in order to see exactly what was going on.

"Ohmigod..." Meghan brought a hand up to cover her mouth.

Behind the closed glass of the sliding door, Denny lay on the bed, naked, his cock erect and jutting upward, gently caressed by two women, one with honey blonde curls and large breasts, the other a suddenly familiar bombshell blonde with a delightfully curved ass; Debbie and Daisy.

"Ohhh... ohmigod..."

"Meghan..." Jen let go of my hand and reached for her.

And the three of us watched as the women slowly each took a turn swallowing his swollen penis into her mouth.

"Ohmigod... this can't be happening..."

"Meg, honey, come back inside with me; you don't need to see this." Jen shot me a nasty look, as though I'd planned the whole thing.

"This can't be happening... I'm getting married tomorrow..." She fought back against Jen. She did need to see this.

The women shifted position on the bed, and Denny slowly stroked his cock as the two women kissed, and then Daisy's lips were traveling down Debbie's body, and she arched her back and we could almost hear her moan when Daisy suckled her tits.

"I'm getting married tomorrow..."

Tears were flowing now, drops staining Meghan's face and falling onto her dress.

Denny sat up and ran his hand up between Debbie's legs; his finger diddled her swollen pussy lips, and she smiled at him.

Daisy pulled back and Debbie turned to face Denny, who fell back against the bed, and slowly, Debbie crawled forward.

"No..." Meghan's voice was tortured.

Debbie straddled Denny and took his cock in her hand.

"No..." Her breath was deep and ragged, and I thought she might start hyperventilating.

Debbie aimed his cock up between her legs and impaled herself.

Meghan dashed onto the porch and began slapping her hands against the glass.

"Denny!"

All three of the people in the room jumped as though ice water had been poured on them.

"You bastard! You motherfucker! Open this fucking door!"

Jen and I were right behind her, trying to pull her back, inside the room, Daisy had vanished from sight. Denny all but threw Debbie from on top of him, and as quickly as he could, he dashed to the sliding door and pulled the curtain.

"I'm not leaving! I'm not going away! Open this door, you motherfucker!"

"Come on, Meghan, we need to go."

Curtains were being pulled back, and we were beginning to draw a crowd. Not good.

Meghan suddenly bolted for the deck, and we raced to catch up to her.

She bypassed our jumbled shoes and raced past a small throng of onlookers who'd been headed outside to see what was going on. 

She dashed down the hall, past the elevators and skidded to a stop in front of Denny's hotel room door, where she immediately began pounding the door again.

"Open up, goddamnit...," Meghan shouted. She didn't care who heard her. "I know you're in there... your dick is still hard from trying to fuck that whore..." 

So much for not drawing a crowd; at least a half dozen doors opened up, and the hotel night manager suddenly appeared.

"Miss,..."

She pounded on the door again.

"Open the fucking door, Denny!"

"Miss, if you don't calm down and tell me what's going on, I'm going to have to call the police."

"Call the fucking police!" Meghan said, spinning around, head in her hands. "Call the fucking cops! My fiancé is in there fucking another woman. For all I know..." Meghan rushed the door and began hitting it again. "... he's fucking a fucking prostitute."

"I'm calling the police." The night manager stepped back and dialed 911 on his cell phone as Meghan continued to pound on the door.

The door cracked open and Denny peered out, his eyes widening when he saw how many people were starting to gather.

"What are you doing?" he asked, opening the door a little wider.

That was a mistake.

Meghan shoved the door with everything she was worth, and being totally pissed off made all the difference.

Denny, clad only in shorts, stumbled backward, hitting the wall, and before he could recover, Meghan had closed the distance.

Her hand landed flat against his face with a smack loud enough to be heard clearly in the hall.

"Unnnhh!"

Denny folded like a lawnchair at the waist, a hand going between his legs as he groaned.

A shadow moved across the room; Debbie. She moved into view again; she was wearing panties and Denny's not quite buttoned shirt.

Meghan picked up a shoe and threw it at her, and Debbie squealed.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Meghan's dad pushed his way into the room.

"She..." Denny coughed and tried to stand up as he pointed at Meghan. "She is fucking out of control."

Robert looked at his eldest daughter.

"Daddy, he was fucking her." Meghan's glare and pointed finger should have been enough to draw blood. "She and another woman were in here giving him a blowjob and then she started fucking him."

"Another woman?"

"The police are on their way," the night manager said, leaning in. "I'd suggest you all leave immediately, or I can promise someone is going to jail."

I'd never seen Meghan mad enough that her nostrils were flaring, but they were now. Her father slowly steered her toward the door.

"Sweetheart, if any of this is true..."

"It's true, Daddy. I'm not making it up. I saw it."

"She's fucking crazy," Denny said, standing a little straighter.

"Then what's she doing in your room not even half-dressed?" Jen's finger took the place of Meghan's as she pointed to a cowering Debbie, who was trying to huddle out of sight.

Robert pushed Meghan away from the door and turned to face Denny.

"You care to answer that?" he asked, glaring at his once-upon-a-time future son.

"I don't have to explain myself to you," he replied, coughing again.

"Explain it to me, then." Vince. Denny's father.

A murmuring of voices behind us; we turned to see a pair of Corpus Christi's finest strolling toward us, one of them a woman. And behind them, walking serenely in the open sans blonde wig, was Carrie, clad not in her stunning red dress, but in a simple t-shirt and shorts, gym bag slung over her shoulder.

There was something different in her expression this time; and her lips broke upward into the weakest of smiles before she raised a silent finger to her lips and stepped onto the elevator.

And standing almost unseen in the background was another woman who looked familiar. Long red hair; shapely, graceful figure.

Allyson. From Jen's office. And doing everything she could to see what was going on without being seen.

I turned my attention back to the gathering before me; she was no different than any of the other onlookers; everybody loves having a ringside seat at a train-wreck.

Less than a minute after they arrived, the police had sent just about everybody scurrying back to their rooms. 

That left the prospective parents, Denny, Debbie, Jen and me.

Denny attempted to assume the role of victim and immediately grew silent as Jen recounted what had taken place.

"So where is Meghan now?" the officer asked, looking around.

That was a good question. She'd vanished, and none of us had a clue where she'd gone. Both mothers had moved in closer, too, and now you could see it in his eyes; Denny felt rightfully surrounded.

"You gonna arrest her?" Denny asked.

"Do you really want to press charges?" the officer asked. "Because if you want to make a night out of this, I can take all three of you downtown."

"What did I do?" Debbie asked. She'd finally pulled on her jeans, but she still looked woefully out of place.

"The hotel manager heard someone say something about a prostitute," the first officer said, looking at the two of them. "That would imply your guilt in solicitation, and yours in pandering."

"I am not a hooker," she replied, suddenly indignant.




My Sister's Deception Ch. 07



The first officer nodded his head slowly.

"So you're not going to arrest her?"

"Buddy, do you really want to charge your fiancé with assault? One, that is no way to start a marriage, and two, if you were doing what they say you were doing, you're lucky she didn't come after you with a knife.

"This can go either way, but if she goes, you're gonna go, and right here, right now, I'd say you've suffered enough embarrassment for the night."

"I'm not paying for another night on this room," Vince said, looking at the hotel manager and hooking his thumb towards Denny's door.

"So what am I supposed to do with everything tomorrow before the wedding?"

Vince's mouth dropped open and his wife covered hers with her hand as Robert turned to face Denny.

"I don't give a damn what you do with any of it," Robert said, "because as far as I'm concerned, there isn't going to be a wedding. I've been hearing stories about you for some time now, and I've been amazed she's put up with your shit this far, but if she still wants to marry you come daylight, she'll do it over my dead body."

Both officers looked down at the ground, biting their lips and trying not to smile.

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that? He threatened me."

"Shut up, son." Vince cast a long glance at Robert and then looked at the floor.

"You satisfied?" the first officer asked, looking at the hotel manager.

"I'd like them gone."

"Everybody?" The female officer took a sweeping look around. "Or just them?" she asked, pointing at Denny and Debbie.

"What? That crazy bitch gets to stay?" Denny was suddenly indignant.

"Open your mouth like that one more time and I'm breaking out the cuffs," she said.

"Just them," the manager said, pointing at Denny and Debbie. "As long as you can guarantee me she won't go off like that again."

"What?"

"Look, buddy," the male officer replied, "my guess is if you hadn't been entertaining tonight, none of this would have happened. So zip it up, pack it up, and get it all out of here."

Denny looked stunned; like he'd been slapped again.

"It'll take me..."

"I'll give you five minutes."

Denny turned back into his room, and as the door started to close, the female officer blocked it open with her foot.

"We'll wait," she said.

Show over, we turned away from the room.

Vince and his wife tried to speak to Meghan's parents, but they pushed them away and followed us.

"Where's Meghan?" Kris asked.

"Is she not upstairs?" her mother asked.

Kris shook her head.

"I checked."

"Oh, dear."

"Let's not jump to any conclusions," Robert said. "She's gotta be here somewhere."

"Where do we start looking?"

"You stay here," Jen said. "Kyhl will go one way on the beach, we'll go the other," she said, grabbing Kris' hand.

Moments later, we were awash in the night air again, and as we stepped off the deck, the lights illuminating the carrier popped off.

"I'll go this way," I said, pointing up the beach.

"Okay."

Half of a full moon is better than none, and there was still a strong blue glow cast off from the lights illuminating the ship, but I was still well away from the hotel before I saw her.

Meghan sat up on one of the concrete picnic tables, her hair swirling about her head as she leaned forward.

"Hey."

She raised her head slowly and looked at me, her cheeks till moist.

Meg wiped at her face with the heel of her hand and sniffed as I leaned against the edge of the table beside her.

"Police still there?"

"If they are, they're about to leave."

"So I'm not going to jail?"

"Not tonight. Can't say Denny's real happy about that."

Her mouth dropped open.

"That bastard wanted to send me to jail?"

I nodded.

"Unbelievable."

She sighed and shoved her hair back; it immediately swirled about her face again.

"Tell me something."

"What?" She looked over at me.

"This righteous outrage and fury..."

"You think I should have responded in a more civilized, reserved fashion?"

"Not at all. In fact, if Jen's husband had cheated on her like that, I'd have kicked his ass. And if the cops hadn't been there, I think your dad might have done just that."

"Daddy was pretty pissed, huh?"

"Huge understatement."

Meghan giggled. "Don't mess with Daddy's little girl."

I slid an arm around her and hugged her. "Nope. Not a wise choice. I was just going to ask where you've been keeping all that fire stored up. You couldn't have been that surprised."

Meghan took a deep breath and sighed.

"I wasn't, and I know it sounds like I've lost my mind, but I needed to see it for myself. It's one thing to hear it, and for your best friends to tell you what's going on; it's another entirely to see it for yourself."

I nodded.

"I feel so humiliated," she said, dumping her head down again. "How could he do this to me?"

I didn't have an answer for that beyond what she already knew.

Meghan sighed and raised her head up.

"We were going to buy a house, and I was going to have flowerbeds and a backyard, and..."

She sighed again.

"Kids. We talked about having kids. Not right away, but maybe in a couple of years, we were going to get pregnant. And now..."

"And now you feel like that part of your life is gone."

Meghan shrugged. "You know, to be completely honest, I wasn't really surprised tonight. And I wasn't that surprised the other night; not really. But, what do you do? Because now, I have no idea what I'm going to do."

"You were still going to go through with the wedding."

She looked at me and nodded. 

"And now you're not."

Meghan smiled and shrugged. "And, I might have been planning to leave him standing at the altar."

I laughed. And then I stopped.

"You're serious."

Meghan bit her lip and nodded. 

"Daddy would have been furious, especially when he found out why. I kept hoping and hoping things would turn around, but Jen was right; if things were this bad already, they weren't going to get any better."

I laughed. "When were you planning to tell people any of this?"

"I don't know," she replied, smiling and looking much happier than I'd seen her in weeks. "I kept telling myself that maybe if I ignored it, it wouldn't be true. So much for that theory."

"Yeah, I could have told you that wouldn't play out."

Meg laughed. "Jen did tell me it wouldn't play out."

She sighed again and lay back against the table, kicking her feet out in front of her.

"So, what do I do now?"

"You asking rhetorically or...?"

"No," she replied, turning her head and looking at me she reached for my hand. "I'm being completely serious.

"I can't... it's going to be a challenge just to go back to the hotel tonight," she said. "Going back to my job... I can't do it. I can't go back there. The last four years of my life have just gone into the toilet."

"So you pick up the pieces and tomorrow you start taking everything one day at a time."

"And one day, I'll be completely immersed in a love-filled relationship that makes me forget all this?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I don't know that you leave something like this completely behind."

She nodded.

"And maybe I can still have the house, the flowers and the baby?"

"Maybe. You want kids that bad?"

Meghan nodded .

"Your sister does, too."

I nodded.

"Yeah, we talked about that last night. We talked about a lot of things last night, actually, after we put you and Kris to bed."

Meghan's mouth hung open as she looked at me.

"The two of you talked about having children?"

I nodded.

Meghan laughed, falling back against the table.

"Is that funny?"

She covered her mouth, shook her head and grabbed my arm to pull herself up.

"No, but you didn't bolt and run, and that's impressive," she said, pulling on me until I yielded and stood facing her.

"What are you trying to say?"

Meghan spread her legs and scooted forward until she was able to wrap her arms around me and hug me.

"I think the two of you will have beautiful babies." She tilted her head up and kissed me on the cheek.

"The two of you have talked about it?" I asked. "Her wanting kids?"

Meg smiled and nodded. "Every bit of it. Names, what color to paint the baby's room, how she wants to conceive..."

She paused when she saw the expression on my face.

"She wants you to fuck her missionary style to get her pregnant," Meghan said. "She's getting a little more attached each day to the idea of you being a real couple and becoming a family."

I shook my head and looked out into the gulf.

"How come I'm the last one to hear about all of this?"

"You're not," Meghan said, grabbing my hands. "But, really, now, assume for a moment the two of you hadn't had the conversation you had yesterday. How would you have responded to her telling you she wants you to wed her, bed her, give her a baby, and hold her while she feeds it?"

I hadn't given any conscious thought at all to the subject the day before, and it seemed a little surreal to be discussing it with Meghan at the moment.

"Or me."

"Or you? What about you?" I asked.

"You said I'm just like a sister to you."

I nodded.

My eyes caught movement behind her and I looked past her to see Jen and Kris walking up on us.

"We've been worried sick about you," Kris said, walking around the corner of the table. "Are you alright?"

Meghan had her legs all but wrapped around me, and Kris gave me an odd look as I helped her sister down from the picnic table.

"I will be," Meg replied as she dusted sand from her butt.

"You... you don't seem that upset."

"I'm not going to waste time crying over him," she said as she hugged her sister. "I've got better things to do with my time. Right now, I'm exhausted." She hugged Jen. "I'm ready to find a bed."

Kris called their father and told him we were bringing Meghan back, and a few minutes later, she was surrounded by an embrace from her parents and sister.

"Is she okay?" Jen asked as we walked away from them.

"She will be," I replied. "I think she was more pissed off than really upset. She just needs some time to work through it and figure out where she wants to go from here. What about you? Ready to call it a night?"

"Yeah, I guess." Jen sighed and slid her hands into mine and leaned into me, kissing me softly on the lips. "Seems like a terrible waist of good moonlight not to go for a romantic walk on the beach, though."

"You haven't had enough of plowing your toes through the sand?"

She shook her head and leaned into me. "I've always wanted to go for a romantic moonlight stroll on the beach."

We walked back out toward the beach, and Jen grabbed up a couple of towels as we passed by the pool.

"You never know when the mood for a midnight dip in the ocean is going to strike," she said, giggling as I slid an arm around her.

"Do you have any idea how many jelly-fish are in the water here?" I didn't recall seeing them farther up the beach, but I knew they were teeming around the carrier, and I was pretty sure neither of us wanted to get stung for the trouble of going for a late night dip.

"Okay," Jen said, leaning against me and sighing.

We quickly made our way down onto the hard-packed sand where the surf began to lap at our feet, and we began walking away from the hotel.

Bathed in the blue light cast off from the old ship and a light touch of moonlight, we cast long shadows along the beach in front of us.

In a matter of minutes, the hotel was distant behind us, fading into the darkness, a fact made more real when the blue light bathing the ship suddenly vanished, leaving us awash in pale moonlight.

"Here," Jen said, thrusting the towels into my hands.

"What...?"

I immediately had the answer to my question as Jen hastily unbuttoned her dress, slid the straps from her shoulders and began removing her bra. An instant later, with a pool of cloth surrounding her midsection, my sister slid her arm through mine, and bra dangling from her fingers, we continued walking down the beach, my eyes locked on her nipples as the night breeze brought them to hardness.

"One of the women that works in the shop on the corner said they don't police this a lot during the day, and there's almost nothing that goes on here at night," Jen said. "Other than the occasional couple going skinny dipping. Or fucking. "

"So, what? You wanna do it on the beach?"

The smile on her face and twinkle in her eye were all I needed for an answer; the nod of her head merely confirmed it all.

"Here," Jen said, stopping and turning as she looked around. "Lay the towels out here."

I looked up and down the beach; the only way anyone would see us is if they had a telescope.

I shook one out and was laying it on the smooth, surf-washed sand when I looked over and saw her with her dress bunched up in her hands, and just that quickly, she pulled it up and over her head.

Jen giggled and bit her lip as she skimmed out of her panties, tossing them down on the towel and then giggling uncontrollably.

"You," she said, reaching for my belt, "are wearing entirely too much clothing."

A moment later, we were laying next to each other on our patchwork beach blanket, Jen with a leg thrown over me as I held her to me and kissed her gently.

"Ever had sex outdoors, under the stars?" she asked as she raised a leg and began to finger herself.

"Ever had sex on the beach?"I replied.

She pushed up on her elbow and laid her hand on my cock. "When have you ever had sex under the stars?"

"I didn't say I had," I replied as she loomed over me. I tilted my head forward and kissed her breast.

Jen sighed, giggled and laid down against me again.

"Do you want to?" Her hand trailed down my belly and her fingers slowly wrapped around my cock, urging it to hardness. "Wanna fuck your little sister out here on the beach under the half moon?"

I nodded and grabbed for her wrist; Jen kissed me and raised a leg, straddling me.

"I have always wanted to do this," she said, leaning forward and kissing me.

"Have sex under the stars?"

She nodded and rocked forward, feeding me her breast and moaning as I sucked her nipple in between my lips.

"Ohhh... yesss..."

I reached down and grabbed at her, my fingers digging into her flesh, kneading her ass as I held her against me.

Jen reached down and grabbed for my cock, and I let her nipple slip from my mouth as she rocked back, aiming my cock up into her and impaling herself on me.

"Mmmm..." Jen grasped my shoulders, her fingers digging into me as she began to rock against me.

"Unnhhh..." Jen's face contorted and I felt her squeeze against me.

"You okay, Sis?"

She nodded quickly, her mouth breaking into a smile as she moaned again and swallowed hard.

"This is awesome," she said. "I am so turned on right now." 

She leaned down and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as she continued to ride me.

"Grab my hips," she said, mumbling into my mouth, "and buck up against me."

I grabbed at her and began to thrust up against her.

"Ohhh... ohhh... ohgod... ohhh..." Jen fell against me, her face buried in my shoulder.

"Whatever you do," she said, raising up again and grinding against me as I thrust into her, "don't stop until you just can't fuck me anymore."

She looked down at me, almost pleading.

"Okay?"

I nodded and Jen closed her eyes as she focused.

"Ohhh... ohhh..." Jen moaned deep and I felt her fingers digging into me again.

"Ohhh... Kyhl... ohhh... you're... gonna... make me..."

I felt her pussy begin to contract on my cock.

"I'm gonna cum so fucking hard... Ohhh... fuck me..."

Jen collapsed against me, her fingers clutching at me as her pussy began to spasm.

I tightened my grip on her hips and thrust up into her harder, grinding against her, and Jen moaned.

"Yesss... yesss... don't stop... don't stop... ohhh..."

I could feel my balls tightening and the head of my cock beginning to tingle, almost like two fuses connected to the same firework, burning down to the climax.

"Unnhhh..." 

I thrust up into Jen hard, short and ragged as my cock erupted, spewing semen inside her.

Jen clutched at me, digging her feet under me, and as I finally stopped thrusting, both of us spent, she slid her arms under mine and held herself against me.

"Ohhh..." Jen's rapid, short breath was against my ear. "That was awesome."

"Yeah." 

Both of us were pretty well out of breath, and we just lay there, tangled up in each other as we tried to recover.

A minute or so later, I thrust up against her, and she moaned as I ground myself against her.

"No... no... stop... I can't... ohhh..." She pushed up and looked down at me, shaking her head and swiping at hair invading her face. "I can't handle anymore right now."

She grunted as she shoved her feet out behind her.

"I don't know how I'll be able to walk back to the hotel as it is," she said as she rolled off of me.

"Well, we definitely don't want to fall asleep out here," I replied.

Jen giggled and sat up.

"No, that... that would be bad, alright."

She leaned over and kissed me, her lips flattening out against my cheek and then molding to mine as she slid an arm around me.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too, Sis."

"I know you do," she said, kissing me on the cheek again.

I stood up, slowly at first, and then lurching to keep my balance as I almost stumbled in the sand.

"Come on," I said, holding my hand out to her. "We should get going. It's been a long day, tomorrow's going to be long one way or another..."

Jen sighed and nodded.

She slipped her dress on overhead and bunched her bra and panties into her hand.

"What?" she asked, doing her best to look innocent. "I'm sure I won't be the first woman to walk back inside carrying her underwear after a midnight walk on the beach with her boyfriend."

I smiled and shook my head.

"I just can't let 'em know you're my brother," she said, hooking her arm into mine as we started the trek back to the hotel.

I opened the door for her as we walked in, and my eyes locked on the raised points of her dress where her hard nipples were poking out.

Jen looked down, saw the same thing, giggled, turned a little red and folded her arms across her chest, lace and nylon bleeding through her fingers as she continued to clutch her underwear in hand.

"I am so ready for a shower," she said as the elevator door closed on us.

"Absolutely," I said. 

"Wanna join me?" she asked. "We can save on water."

I nodded, though both of us knew conserving water was the last thing on our minds when we were in the shower together.

A couple of minutes later, we were back in our room, naked and waiting on the water to get warm.

I stepped in after Jen, and she became almost instantly submissive as soon as I started to wash her hair and massage her scalp.

"I am going to sleep sooo good tonight," she said.

"Me, too."

She stood under the shower and rinsed her hair while I began to run my hands all over her body, soaping her up.

And then I slid my hand in between her legs and Jen gasped, throwing her hands out and bracing against the shower wall.

"Kyhl..."

"Uh-huh?" I ran my hand in between her thighs again, my fingers brushing across her still swollen sex.

I pushed a finger in between her swollen folds and penetrated her, making her gasp and moan.

"Ohhh... if you don't stop, I'm gonna make you fuck me again."

"No, you're not," I said, kissing her shower soaked shoulder. "You can't take it right now."

She turned her head and did her best to glare at me.

"That doesn't mean I can't give you puppy dog eyes and make you go down on me."

I laughed and smiled at her as I pulled my finger from her pussy.

We finished up in the shower, began drying off and heard a knock on the door.





My Sister's Deception Ch. 07



Jen scampered out of the bathroom, clutching the towel against her body as I began wrapping mine around my waist.

"It's one in the morning," Jen said, adjusting her hands so that the towel completely covered her. "Who in the hell is knocking on our door at one in the morning?"

I leaned against the door and looked through the peephole as I finished tucking my towel.

"It's Meghan," I replied as I reached for the door handle.

"Meg?"

I turned the handle and pulled the door open.

"Where the fuck have you two been?" she said as she pushed her way in past me.

She stumbled against the wall and her mouth fell open as she spied the pile of clothes and sandy towels on the floor.

"Ohmigod," she said, giggling. "You..." She looked over at Jen who'd resumed patting herself dry.

"You went down to the beach and fucked."

Jen giggled and nodded as I pulled my towel free and wiped at the water I could feel running down my back.

"I wanna get fucked on the beach," Meghan said, pouting. Her hair was damp and she'd changed clothes; I assumed she'd sobbed her way through a shower before coming up to our room.

Jen giggled and dropped her towel as she wrapped her arms around Meghan.

"If you can talk him into it, I'm sure Kyhl would be glad to do it," she said as she kissed Meghan's neck and hugged her. "I kind of thought that's where you were headed when we found you two together on the beach."

Meghan moaned and sighed as she pushed back out of Jen's arms and fell backward onto the bed.

"Oh, that would have been good. It's been all I could do to convince her to keep a lid on the fact that you two are brother and sister; she'd have lost her mind if we'd been fucking when you walked up."

Megan rolled her head toward Jen, who'd ditched her towel and flopped down on the bed beside her, and then she looked back at me.

"If we'd had another five minutes alone,..."

Jen giggled. "I think it would have taken longer than five minutes."

Meghan rolled towards Jen and goosed her.

"Not to get my panties off and his penis inside me." She rolled onto her back again and sighed as she ran her hand up and down her body. 

"As much as it pissed me off to see that tonight," she said, sighing again, "it was kinda hot."

She pushed up on her elbows, looked at me and then over at Jen.

"Do we look that good together?"

Jen and I looked at each other.

"Well," I said, tossing my towel aside, "I'm clearly much better looking than Denny is..."

Jen busted out laughing and reached for Meghan.

"... and the two of you are hotter when you're asleep than those two were naked and..."

"You're just saying that because you think I'll let you fuck me," Meghan said.

I shook my head as she stood up.

"No, I really believe the two of you are..."

I took a deep breath as she pulled her t-shirt overhead; her braless tits swaying as she tossed it to the floor.

"... much hotter."

Jen pulled the covers back and crawled back onto the bed.

"Lemme guess," she said, rolling onto her side and grabbing a pillow. "You wanna sleep with us tonight."

I watched as Meghan's shorts fell from her hips and she nodded, stepping out of them and falling forward on the bed.

"I don't want to sleep alone," she said, sliding into Jen's arms and tangling their legs together, "and Kris just isn't up to what I need right now."

Jen wrapped her arms around Meghan and kissed her softly as they melted together.

"I'm exhausted," Meg said, sighing against Jenifer.

"I know, sweetheart," Jen said, kissing her again and stroking her gently.

Meg pushed herself up and kissed Jen back, and I felt my cock begin to swell to hardness again as their mouths molded and joined together.

"We need to get these panties off of you," Jen said, her fingers digging at Meghan's waistband.

"Mmmhmmm." Meg's lips pulled away from Jen's cheek and she looked back at me. "Kyhl can pull them off of me. You are coming to bed aren't you?"

I nodded and crawled onto the bed behind her, and Jen pulled her leg away from Meghan long enough for me to grab at her panties; the thin cloth peeled from her hips, and a moment later, I tossed them to the floor as she and my sister intertwined themselves again.

I slid a hand up the back of Meg's thigh, and she pushed her legs apart, pushing a foot up against my leg.

I took the hint and slid my hand up between her legs as I leaned forward and kissed her naked shoulder.

She and Jen continued to kiss as my lips danced across her skin, and a moment later, my fingers brushed against Jen's as we both began to tease Meghan's pussy.

"Somebody's getting really wet," Jen said.

"Uh huh." Meghan writhed against us. "I want you to fuck me."

I felt her shift beneath me as she tried to roll on top of Jen, and then she rolled her head to the side to look at me.

"I want you to fuck me from behind while Jen and I keep making out."

It was a little awkward getting started, but in a matter of moments, I was on my knees behind Meghan, my cock buried in her pussy, and Jen's fingers massaging my balls as I slowly began to fuck our friend.

Minutes later, Meg gave up at trying to kiss Jen and began to moan and thrust back against me as I continued to fuck her.

And then I came inside her, and holding on to her, we both fell forward, collapsing onto the bed. We rolled onto our sides, with me still inside her, and Jen snuggled up to us.

"You know, this could work out well for the three of us," Jen said.

"Maybe you're right," Meghan said. "I don't know. I just want to go to sleep right now."

That was all I wanted at the moment, too, and in a matter of minutes, both of us had our desire.



My Sister's Deception Ch. 08



I woke up the next morning to a knock on the door and a sliver of sunlight slicing into the room. I looked at the clock; nine a.m. Pretty early, really, considering everything that had gone on the night before. 

Another knock on the door. 

Okay, maybe it wasn't really that early; clearly, someone was looking for us.

"Get the door," Jen said, tapping my arm as she rolled over and stretched.

I slowly rolled out of bed and squinted as the sunlight hit me in the eyes.

"What time is it?" Meghan asked as she raised her head, her eyes still all but closed.

"It's nine," Jen said, dropping her head back into the pillow.

I looked through the peephole.

"Who is it?" Meghan asked.

"Kris."

She knocked on the door again.

"Let her in," Meghan said.

"Let me put something on," I said.

Meghan waved her hand as Jen pushed herself up. "Just let her in. You won't be the first naked guy she's seen. Trust me."

Kris knocked on the door again. "Kyhl? I can hear you."

I turned the doorknob and cracked the door open.

"Morning," I said.

"Yeah, it is. Is my sister in here with you?"

I nodded.

"Let me in," she said, pushing on the door.

I allowed the door to open enough for her to slide in.

Kris pushed her way into the room and immediately threw a hand over her eyes.

"Ohmigod, you're naked."

Jen giggled and Meghan sat up in bed, the sheet falling from her chest.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," I said, darting into the bathroom.

I reappeared a few minutes later. Meghan and Jen were still in bed and Kris was sitting in the chair across from them. She eyed me suspiciously as I stepped into the bedroom, towel wrapped precariously around my waist.

"My mom and dad are wanting us to do the breakfast thing," Meghan said, "while they start redirecting wedding traffic away from the hotel."

"That ought to be fun," I said.

"Loads," she said, sitting up and dropping her feet to the floor.

"Okay," Kris said, looking at me. "You answered the door naked."

I nodded and she looked over at the bed.

"And the two of you are in bed together, naked."

"Kyhl was in bed with us until you came knocking on the door," Meghan said.

Kris looked over at me.

"The three of you were naked in bed together?"

We all nodded and Kris began shaking her head.

"What were the three of you doing...?"

"Oh, for crying out loud, Kris, don't be so dense." Meghan stood up out of the bed and brushed her hair back.

"We had sex."

"You had sex?" 

Meghan nodded and Kris' mouth fell open.

"All three of you...?"

Meghan nodded again and Kris shook her head.

"I don't... I don't understand..."

"Would you like me to paint you a picture?" she asked, sitting down on the bed again.

Meghan leaned over and fell into Jen's arms, locking lips with her as she brought a hand up to cover Jen's breast.

Kris stared at her older sister, her face flushing, and then gasped when she looked over at me.

My cock was getting hard and creating a tent in the towel I was wearing, and I moved behind the dresser to try and conceal it as Meghan rolled off the bed and walked over to me.

She slid her hands up my chest to caress the sides of my face as she kissed me, and I wrapped her in a hug, my hands sliding down to gently stroke her ass.

"I came up here last night," Meghan said, "after they came back from their walk on the beach and I caught them coming out of the shower."

"You caught them coming out of the shower?"

Meghan nodded.

"I took my clothes off, crawled into bed with Jenifer and Kyhl crawled in after me."

Kris' eyes darted from me to her sister and back.

"And now I need to go hop in the shower and clean up real quick."

"You let him fuck you?" 

Meghan looked at her little sister and nodded as Jen got out of bed and walked over to us.

"But, you're engaged. Or you were, and..."

"Did you not see what went on last night?" Meghan asked.

"I know, but..."

"But, nothing. Denny hadn't so much as touched me in weeks," Meghan said. "And Kyhl and Jenifer..."

Kris looked over at Jenifer, the sudden addition to our little impromptu gathering.

"There are three sides to all of this," Jen said, sliding in against me and taking Meghan's place in my arms as she kissed me and pressed her naked body against me.

"Three sides?" Kris looked genuinely confused. "Wait a minute." 

She looked hard at Meghan and narrowed her eyes. "You lied to me."

Meghan bit her lip. 

"You told me they weren't brother and sister. You told me I was imagining things. I knew it."

Meghan leaned into me, pulling one of my arms from around Jen and creating a three way hug.

"Remember that weekend you came to stay with me at college my freshman year?"

Kris nodded.

"Remember how mean and bitchy I was?"

Kris nodded again. "That's when I remember meeting both of them."

Meghan nodded. "I was cranky because I was horny. Let's just say that Kyhl fucking me last night was making up for that weekend. And a few nights ago..."

Kris' mouth fell open.

"You slept with him a few nights ago, too?"

Meghan nodded and bit her lip. "All three of us in bed together, just like last night."

Kris swallowed hard and looked at Jenifer.

"They had sex while you were in bed with them?"

Jen nodded, her face turning crimson. "And your sister's watched us having sex, too."

Kris suddenly looked pale and stumbled backward, grabbing at the chair and then falling into it.

"You and Kyhl...?" She looked over at me. "You and your sister?"

We both nodded.

"How... why... why would you..."

"You've met Rick," Meghan said, kneeling at her sister's feet and grabbing her hands. She looked back at us. "It all started out as a ruse to try and protect Jen from Rick. She told Rick and some of the people at work that he was her boyfriend, and they didn't know any better because they hadn't met him."

"But now they know," Kris said, her eyes still wide with shock, and Meghan shook her head.

"They all think he's boyfriend. There's even one girl we work with that thought he was really good looking when she first saw him, but when she found out he was Jen's boyfriend..."

"But he's not her boyfriend, he's her brother." She looked up at us. "And you... you sleep together?"

We nodded and Jen slipped her hand into mine.

"Kyhl is so much more than a big brother to me, now, though. I don't know what I'd do without him."

"Aren't you afraid of... of getting pregnant?"

"I'm on the pill," Jen said, looking up at me. "For now."

Kris looked lost and Meghan leaned into her, her head in Kris' lap as she hugged her.

"You always said you wished you had a big brother," Meghan said. "And now you do."

Kris looked up at me and back down at her sister.

"A big brother. How do you figure?"

Meghan scrambled to her feet, grabbed Kris' hand, tugged her out of the chair and led her over to me.

"Meet your big brother."

"He's everything you could ever want in a brother and so much more," Jen said.

"He's a decent dancer, too," Meghan said.

"As long as the music isn't too fast," Jen added, giggling.

"And he's a good kisser, too," Meghan said. "And there are other things."

"I don't even want to know," Kris said.

"Baby steps, little sister. Baby steps. I gotta get in the shower; don't want to keep mom and dad waiting."

"What are we going to tell mom and dad?" Kris asked. "They'll flip when we tell them."

Meghan stopped and turned to face her sister, slowly waving her hands in a circular motion in front of her face.

"We're not going to tell them anything they don't need to know. You let me handle mom and dad. I just need you to nod and go along with me. Okay?"

I could tell from the look on her face that Kris was far from okay with that arrangement, but she nodded, and ten minutes later, she and Meghan were headed downstairs.

Jen and I decided to go for brunch, and I went on downstairs while she hopped in the shower.

I stepped out of the elevator and just in time to see Meghan, Kris and their parents headed out the front door of the hotel. Robert had a hand on the shoulder of one of the wedding setters, explaining to him that there was no need to unpack; there wasn't going to be a wedding. 

I headed out onto the patio and almost stopped as soon as I was outside the door.

There she was again. Carrie strolled toward me clad in a stunning white bikini with a sheer black wrap slathered around her waist.

She had a bottle of water and her sunglasses in one hand and suntan lotion in the other.

"Good morning," she said, setting her things down and looking back up at me. "Care to join me for a swim?"

"No, I think I'll pass, thanks," I said, stopping next to the pool.

"Suit yourself," she said, sticking her toes in the water. "The water's nice and cool."

That would be really important later in the day; it was already pushing ninety degrees.

She untied the wrap and dropped it onto her chair and stepped into the pool, smiling, knowing she was on display.

"That was quite a show last night, wasn't it?" she asked, stepping down into the pool.

"Are you referring to the show you put on, or...?"

"Oh, heavens no. I was just part of the warm-up for the main event. I almost panicked when Meghan started beating on that glass door. That door was the exit strategy I almost didn't have."

She smiled up at me and it was like I'd been slapped in the face.

"You knew she'd see you," I said. "In fact, you were counting on it."

"Ummm..." She tilted her head side to side and smiled as she walked into the water. "Something like that. We all have personal flaws. I have three notable ones; I'm a bit of an exhibitionist; I have no sense of shame, modesty, or whatever you want to call it, and I love cock. I like pussy, too, but I absolutely love cock... in my mouth, in my pussy... You get the idea.

"One of Denny's flaws is that, like most men, once you start worshipping his penis, if you're good at it, he becomes completely oblivious to everything else. Once Debbie took him in her mouth... neither of them noticed me pull the curtains back.

"Another of Denny's flaws is that he's an unrepentant womanizer. He always has been."

"Wait a minute." I cocked my head to the side. "You know Denny?"

Carrie took a deep breath and looked away as she splashed water against her bikini bottom, getting it wet and making it turn translucent.

"Mmmm, more accurately, I know of Denny. I probably don't know him as well as I should, but I know him better than I want to."

"Okay. Now, I'm confused."

Carrie smiled and walked to the edge of the pool and looked up at me.

"Let's just say I'm very well acquainted with someone who knows everyone involved here, and..." Carrie leaned against the edge of the pool. "... if you call me a scheming, conniving whore, I won't deny it."

"So you planned all of that?"

Carrie sighed and looked away for a moment. "No, I just made the most out of an easy target of opportunity. My nightlife almost thrives on the existence of people stuck in dead-end or unfulfilled relationships, and it's bad enough that two people will commit to one another, and over time, drift apart and do things to hurt one another, but Denny... It's not that he has no conscience, or maybe he does, but... Meghan probably hates me, but I did her a huge favor last night."

"I'm not so sure her dad would agree with regards to the timing. They're out a lot of money."

Carrie sighed and smiled, nodding.

"Then again," she said, "daddy will do anything for his little girl. Anything." She dipped her hands in the water and splashed it up on herself, gently caressing her body. Now her top was semi-sheer, too.

"Kyhl, fancy meeting you here!" I turned around to see Allyson walking over toward the pool; she'd laid her things down by Carrie's.

She'd laid her things down by Carrie's.

"I see you've met my sister. The two of you know each other?" Allyson asked, her eyes darting back and forth between us. Her bikini was black and already almost transparent.

"Uhhh, no, not really," I replied.

"Kyhl and I met the other night at the bar," Carrie said. "He was watching the ball game and waiting on his girlfriend to come back. He kept me company while I was waiting for a date to show up."

Allyson nodded and smiled, raised her hands overhead and fell backward into the water, drifting away from us.

"So the two of you..." 

Carrie smiled as I connected the dots.

"I'm really hoping we can keep all of this our little secret," Carrie said.

"I know nothing." And what good would it have done for me to tell anyway?

Carrie smiled. "And what about you?" she asked. "And your sister?"

"My sister?"

"Jenifer."

I laughed and shook my head. No way. There was no way Carrie could know.

"Jenifer is my girlfriend, and very likely my future wife."

Carrie bit her lip and smiled as she nodded.

"She's your sister."

I looked down at her and shook my head.

"Look me in the eye, Kyhl, and tell me I'm wrong."

"What would make you... even think such a thing, much less say it?" How convincing was I?

Carrie shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

"There's something about the two of you. I can't quite put my finger on it," she said, "but the two of you really remind me of a couple I went to college with; Andy and Amy. She's a year older than me; he's a year younger. They played off as being a couple from the time he hit the campus, and did a really good job of keeping it a secret for most of that first year. Things came a little unraveled at spring break one year, but they managed to piece things back together pretty well. I kept their secret and so did the girl who fell head over heels for Andy. You and Jen remind me a lot of them.

"And, Meghan... the three of you are pretty tight together. You could almost say the three of you are a couple."

I laughed again. "I don't know where you learned to do math... Jen and I are really close, and while Meghan and I are pretty good friends, Jen's the one she's really tight with."

"If you say so," Carrie said. "I'd just be interested to see which one of them you actually end up married to."

Carrie turned her head and I followed her gaze.

"Allyson doesn't suspect a thing, and I'm not going to tell her, either. You keep my secret; I'll keep yours. Deal?"

"Deal."

We shook on it

Behind her, Allyson stood up in the water, soaked tresses clinging to her shoulders, sodden cloth clinging to her like a second skin, leaving nothing to my imagination.

"Thank you," I said as Allyson walked over, a tempting mer-goddess.

"Are you sure you don't wanna come in for a swim?" she asked. My eyes were drawn to her chest; the thin black fabric was accentuating her breasts more than it was covering them.

"No," I said, looking up. "Jen and I are about to go get brunch."

"Your loss," Allyson said as she fell back into the water. Carrie smiled at me and raised a hand, slowly curling her fingers in a bid farewell.

"If we don't meet again," she said, "make pretty babies with them."

Carrie joined her sister, falling back into the pool as Jen walked through the door.

"I can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?" she asked, sliding her hand into mine.

"Allyson and, uh, I find out this morning, that's her sister."

"Really?" Jen looked back toward the pool where both women were standing waist deep in the water, their breasts barely concealed beneath their wet bikini tops.

"You just wanted to stare at their tits."

"I've got yours to stare at," I said, kissing her on the cheek. "Yours are all I need."

"What about Meghan?" Jen asked as we crossed the street and headed to the car.

"What about her?"

Jen backed up against the car and clenched my hand in hers.

"She's alone now, Kyhl."

Jen's eyes danced across my face as she bit her lip.

"She's alone now. She's not getting married. Remember a few days ago, when you and Meghan were wondering what if about the two of you? Now you don't have to wonder."

"I remember. Do you remember what you told Kris upstairs a little while ago?"

Jen looked at me and shook her head just enough to indicate she wasn't sure what I was thinking of.

"You told Kris there were three sides to all of this. You're one of those sides, Jen. You and I wouldn't be together if it wasn't for this scheme you and Meghan hatched together. And regardless of how Meghan and I may or may not feel about one another, I'm not going to turn my back on you. Not now. Not ever."

Jen smiled.

"Do you mean that?"

I nodded.

"We need to talk to Meghan," she said, "but I think we're gonna need a bigger bed."

Meghan did a really good job of explaining things to her parents. They understood that Denny and Rick had indeed been two of a kind, and Meghan said her father seemed cautiously appreciative of the lengths I'd been willing to go to in order to look out for Jen. Kris was then kind enough to refresh their memories about Meghan dating me when she and Jen were freshmen. That conversation was still in progress when Meghan's mom had opined that I seemed like a really nice young man, and since Jen was actually my sister, maybe Meghan and I could rekindle things, you know after the dust had settled from the wedding that suddenly wasn't?

After brunch, there was a mad dash to halt the last of the wedding setters, and then it was time for everybody to catch a breather.

Robert and Barbara said they were going to pack and head out first thing the next morning. They gave Meghan one final gift for the weekend, something that would hopefully help soothe the pain and discomfort of the embarrassment from the night before.

"There must be at least..." She was still thumbing through the wad of bills, counting.

"That's the money we had spent on hotel rooms for tonight for all the wedding party guests as well as for your honeymoon suite for the next week," Robert said. 

"Take some time," her mother said, "catch your breath and enjoy yourself a little." 

Meghan nodded as they kissed her.

Robert shook my hand, nodding at me like he and I were sharing a secret, and then Barbara hugged me, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

The four of us stood there as they headed for the elevator.

Kris looked at me and smiled. "You are in so far over your head. You have no clue."

"So what do you wanna do?" Jen asked.

"I wanna go to the beach," Meghan said.

Kris turned around, looked at the pounding surf and turned back around, pointing over her shoulder.

"Hello?! Beach, almost all you can eat..."

Meghan shook her head. "I wanna go somewhere different."

Kris wrinkled her forehead. "Where do you wanna go?"

Meghan answered her and Kris' mouth dropped open as Jen laughed.

"That's a nude beach, Meghan."

Meghan nodded. "I know."

Kris shook her head. "You don't understand," she said, looking over at me. "It's not just topless, it's..."

"I know," Meghan said, taking her little sister by the hand. "I remember from when you told me about going there."

"You've been there?" Jen asked as Kris' face turned red.

"Oh, yes, she has," Meghan said, laughing as Kris nodded.

"Yeah, I went there when I was in college," Kris replied, "and then I went there again last year. You have to park a several hundred feet from the beach, but once you get past a certain point and go over the dune,..."

"Clothing optional?"

Kris nodded. "And, some parts of it are fairly secluded, too, and there's a pretty good bit of extracurricular activity that goes on there."

Meghan and Jen both stared at her with open mouths.

"And you know all of this how?"

Kris smiled. "I'll never tell."

We began walking toward the elevator.

"I'm thinking we can drive down there, come back later tonight?" Meghan's eyes swept across all of us, eyebrows raised.




My Sister's Deception Ch. 08



"Sounds like a plan," Jen said.

Kris looked at me. "Are you going?"

"Yeah, he's going. He's the designated driver for when the three of us get hammered," Meghan said. "He carried you to bed the other night."

"You're not coming?" Jen asked, grabbing Kris' hand.

"I guess I can come," Kris said.

Half an hour later, we were headed north, and before we knew it, we were trudging through the sand and over the dune.

It wasn't nearly as crowded as we might have expected. There were at most a few dozen people there, mostly couples, with a few pairs of girls there together, along with a handful of guys who were clearly there to take in the sights.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," Kris said. "Mom and dad would have a fit if they knew we were here."

"We're grown adults," Meghan said, "and we can make our own decisions. And besides, dad would probably freak out, but I think mom would have joined us if we'd asked her."

That remark drew a truly stunned look from Kris, who quickly swept the beach with her eyes as we crested the dune.

"It's usually a lot more crowded than this," Kris said.

"How often do you come here?" Jen asked.

"Okay. Every other time I've been here, it's been packed compared to today," she replied. "Of course, it's getting late in the afternoon, too. That's probably thinned things out a bit."

We sat the cooler down, whipped out our beach towels and made a spot for ourselves in a shallow depression in the sand, and Kris watched in amazement as Jen and Meghan began to remove their clothing.

"You're really just going to... take it all off?"

Jen pulled her shirt overhead, and since she'd worn no bra, she was immediately topless. Meghan had worn her swimsuit top and she immediately reached behind her to untie it as Jen skimmed out of her shorts. Her thin bikini bottom hugged her like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"What are you waiting for?" Meghan asked as she stripped out of her shorts.

"Yeah. Come on, now."

I was pulling off my shirt, and just as I had my arms tangled up in it and could do nothing to defend myself, I felt fingers digging into my waistband and yanking on my shorts.

"Hey!" 

I felt a sudden draft as Jen tugged them to the ground, and suddenly, I stood there naked, my cock semi-hard and jutting out from my body.

"Oops. I didn't know you weren't wearing anything else," she said, handing them to me. "If you want to put them back on..."

"Don't you dare," Meghan said. "I like seeing you naked."

We followed Jen's eyes to Kris who just stood there, open mouthed, her eyes dancing among us.

"You just yanked your brother's shorts right off of him, and you like seeing him naked."

"I like seeing him naked, too," Jen said as she pulled the strings holding her bikini bottom in place.

Meghan stepped closer and slid her arms around me, clutching at my ass as she peered around me. "He's got a really cute butt."

"And the rest of him isn't bad, either," Jen said, running her hands over her body and cupping her breasts.

"True," Meghan said, kissing me and then looking down between us at my rapidly hardening cock. "Though I'd probably better not grab it right now."

"Oh, wow. Yeah, we'd probably better leave it alone for now." Jen giggled as I turned around and Kris' eyes opened wide.

She kept her eyes on my swelling phallus as she grabbed at her shirt and pulled it overhead; her suit was thin like Jen's, and I could easily see her nipples against the cups of her swim bra. She raised her eyes from my erection and smiled as she saw me looking at her.

"Big brother, huh?" she asked, looking over at Meghan as she began unfastening her shorts.

"The only one we'll ever need," Meghan said. "And think of it this way, you're not just getting a big brother in the deal, you're getting another sister, too."

"Oh, yea, me. Just what I need; another sister."

"Hey!" Meghan feigned hurt at her sister's sarcasm.

Kris smiled and looked up at Jen as she wriggled out of her shorts.

"I'll bet you Meghan's never kissed you like this, though, has she?"

Jen planted her lips square against Kris' and Kris gasped, almost losing her balance and suddenly finding herself hanging on to Jen for all she was worth as their kiss grew and blossomed.

They finally separated and Kris licked her lips as she panted for breath, and as Jen pulled back, Kris' nipples were now hard little buds straining for freedom.

"No. No, she hasn't," Kris said, looking over at her sister.

"There are a lot of things we've never done," Meghan said, stepping past me and running a hand up Kris' arm. She leaned in and kissed Kris; Kris responded to her, and I was stunned to see their lips part long enough for tongues to be visible. "But we don't have to do everything tonight, either."

Kris swallowed hard and looked over at me, her face a sudden crimson that ran down her neck to her shoulders.

"Let's go for a walk," Meghan said, reaching for Jen's hand. "Coming?"

"I think I'll stay here for a bit," I said. Watching the girls swap lip-locks had done nothing to calm my swollen cock; quite the contrary.

I sat back on the beach towel, my penis throbbing against my belly, waning a little with each pulse as I watched Meghan and Jen walk hand in hand down to the surf, and then down the beach.

"Are you going to kiss me, too?" Kris said, sitting down beside me. She still had her top on, but that didn't make a lot of difference; she might as well have been wrapped in see-through plastic.

I looked over at her and shook my head.

"You seem like you're a little overwhelmed at the moment."

"Overwhelmed?" she asked as she leaned back. "Is that what I am?"

"Among other things," I replied.

"What are the other things?"

"I don't know," I replied. "You tell me."

"Okay. So what's the deal with you and my sister?" she asked. "And with your sister? Meghan and I got really drunk one time and she told me about how close she and Jen got to be."

Kris bit at her lip and leaned forward.

"And now I just want to know what the hell is going on. My sister should be heartbroken, but instead, she's happier now than I've seen her in months, and..."

"And?"

"And I find that part of the reason is because she's one third of a three-way... with a brother and sister that are fucking like a pair of rabbits. You've gotta admit it's a little much."

I started to say something, but she cut me off.

"And what's more, is my mother thinks the two of you would make a great couple."

"Really?"

She nodded. "And my dad agrees. And neither of them has a fucking clue what's going on."

Kris looked out, her eyes sweeping the beach, and my gaze followed hers. Two other women walked by, topless like Meghan and Jen, hand in hand. A man and woman walked by; both were wearing rings; both were naked, and his cock swayed from side to side with each step.

Finally, we spotted Meghan and Jen. They were still walking hand in hand on the beach in the wet sand, the late afternoon sun glistening on their skin.

"Meghan always told me she thought of you as the big brother she didn't have; she said I should get to know you better."

"We never really spent much time together after her freshman year."

Kris nodded. "I know." She took a long pull from her Corona bottle and sighed. "And mom says we're adopting you. Like we did with Jen, back when they were in college."

"I always wanted to be adopted," I said. "Cool, now I've got three sisters."

Kris giggled. "The way Meg tells it, you've had three sisters for a while now; you and I just need to get better acquainted."

"I think we can manage that."

We watched the waves lap at the shore, swirling around the feet of Meg and Jen as they strolled in the sand, still walking away from us.

"Mom thinks you'll be a great son."

I looked at her and she almost choked on her beer as she giggled into the bottle.

"Son?"

Kris nodded and smiled. "Personally, I've still got my doubts, but one thing I do know is this; my sister loves you. She loves you as much or more than she ever loved Denny. She and I fought and argued about him, and I think she kept hanging on to him just to prove I was wrong.

"She says you're the one that got away."

"We talked about that the other night."

Kris nodded again, looking wistfully down through her bottle into the sand. "I know. We talked about it earlier this afternoon.

"So my parents like you, which is actually pretty impressive, because I don't think dad ever liked Denny. And my sister, I'm sorry, my sisters," she said, leaning over towards me to emphasize the plural, "both adore you."

I nodded and looked up as another naked couple walked past us.

"And you're not buying any of it," I said.

"You make it sound like that doesn't bother you."

"I look at it like this," I said. "I can tell you all sorts of things, but it's what I do that really matters. And in the end, we'll either get along well, or not. I think we'll end up getting along just fine."

"So you're not going to give me some song and dance routine about how I should love and adore you, too?"

I shook my head. "Nope. I love your sister. I love my sister, too, but I love Meghan, and if it would have done me any good, I would have dealt with Denny myself long before last night."

Kris nodded and sighed. "Yeah, ugly as it was, that was a point she had to come to on her own."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is this; I love Meghan, and I have for a long time. You're her sister, and I love you, too."

Kris turned her head to look at me.

"You love me, too, huh? You don't even know me; not really."

"I'll get to know you. What's important is that you're her sister, and she loves you. That's all I need."

Kris dropped her finger into the sand and began swirling an expanding circle.

"Do you really love her? Meghan? And your sister? I mean, you're not ever going to do anything to either of them like Denny did... are you? Because if you do..."

I shook my head. "I do. I love both of them very much, and I can't promise a lot of things, but I can promise I'll never do to either of them what Denny did to Meghan."

"Really? You promise?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" I asked.

Kris tilted her head and looked at me. "I don't know you like my sister does, but I know what Denny was like." She took a deep breath and sighed as she shook her head. "He actually hit on me at one point, and when he realized he wasn't getting anywhere, he begged me not to tell her."

"Did you?"

"Tell her? Yeah. 'Oh, Kris, I'm sure you just misunderstood him. He would never do anything like that.'"

She turned her bottle upside down and drained it. "My boobs aren't big enough for him, anyway."

"What's wrong with your boobs?" I asked.

Kris looked at me. "Seriously? Did you see the woman he was with last night? She was..." She cupped her hands as though holding a pair of small cantaloupe. "I can't compete with that."

I shook my head and laughed as she giggled.

"Your boobs are fine," I said. "I'd pick you over her any day of the week."

Kris stared at me, her mouth hanging open.

"Are you hitting on me?"

I shook my head. "I was just making a statement."

Kris took another sip of her beer and shrugged. "So, if it comes down to it, who would you choose, my sister or your sister? I mean, I know how close they are. I know how close you and Jen are."

"How could you have a clue about how close Jen and I are?"

"Say what you will, I watched the two of you pretty close that last couple of days. You almost had me fooled, because the two of you are better together than some real couples I know. The two of you are tight."

I nodded and Kris rolled over to grab another beer from the ice chest.

"So tell me something," she said, sitting back down and handing me the bottle to open it for her. "And tell me the truth. Okay?"

"Okay." I handed her the open bottle, which she shoved between her feet as she reached behind her to untie her bikini top.

She pulled the cloth from her beautiful young breasts and tossed it aside, raised the bottle to her lips and took a sip.

"What is it like watching your sister undress? Watching her climb into bed, naked, and then climbing into bed after her and putting your cock inside her?"

Kris laughed and rolled back against the towel as she shook her head.

"You started getting hard just thinking about it."

I nodded. "She's quite the tease getting ready for bed when she wants to be."

"She's your sister!"

"I know she is. She's my sister and I love her. The fact that she's my sister doesn't mean she isn't hot and beautiful."

Kris' mouth hung open and she looked down at the towel. "Do you ever use a condom, or do you fuck her bareback? Do you do anything to protect her, or do you fuck her and fill her with your cum?"

She looked back at me as she leaned back on her elbows, her nipples pointing skyward as her breasts lay against her chest.

"She's on the pill," I said.

"So you don't..."

"We've never used a condom," I said. If Kris wanted some prurient interest satisfied to confirm the debauchery she was now privy to... "and I don't know that we ever will. We both like the feeling of being so intimate and close."

Kris licked her lips. "But... what if she gets pregnant?"

The question went unanswered as we looked up to see Meghan and Jen approaching us.

I opened beers for both of them as they walked up, and we sat down, laughing and drinking.

Three hours later, the beach was empty save us, the married couple, two other women and two other men. 

The men and women were playing a sort of cat and mouse game, spying on each other, but staying just far enough away from one another to make it entertaining to watch.

The married couple went for another walk, and this time, we, too, went for a walk. We weren't intending to follow them, it just sort of worked out that way.

We hadn't walked fifty feet when Jen stopped. Meghan and I were holding hands; we turned around and watched as Jen shimmied out of her bikini bottom. She balled the scant fabric up in her hand and took a couple of quick steps to join us, her breasts bouncing as she reached for Meghan's hand, but then Meghan was peeling away her own bikini bottom.

Kris just looked at us openmouthed and wide-eyed.

We must have walked a quarter mile down the beach with the tide coming in and swirling over our feet before we turned around to go back. 

Halfway back to our spot, we stopped in our tracks.

The married couple had reclaimed their personal little plot of real estate, and standing on their blanket, there was no mistaking what they were doing.

Their lips were firmly joined and she had her hand wrapped around his penis, stroking his erection as he played with her nipple.

"Oh, that looks hot," Kris said, and she brought a hand up to cover her own breast.

"Have you ever watched a couple have sex?" Meghan asked.

Kris shook her head. "You mean besides in a porno?" 

"It's nothing like that at all," Jen said.

"Keep walking," Meghan said. "We've been spotted."

The man turned his head up to look at us; he'd been tipped off by his wife who now sat down in front of him. He began to masturbate, not turning away from us, but if anything, dropping to his knees and angling his body so we could see exactly what he was doing, and slowly, as though making sure we were getting a good eyeful first, his wife crawled in front of him, and then sat, spread legged, sliding her legs around him as she positioned herself for him.

And then he leaned forward, shoving his swollen penis into her open and waiting mouth. She pushed his hands away and took over, and as we watched, she began to suck him in earnest, kneading his balls and sliding his cock in and out of her mouth.

He grunted and grabbed her by the shoulders as he started to cum, and she never missed a beat. He came inside her mouth, his hips suddenly rocking as he thrust into her.

And then they were done. He fell back gasping for breath, and she leaned back, smiling and laughing as she wiped at a drop of cum on her chin, clearly content with herself. She looked back at us, smiled and waved. 

We'd not been unwelcome spies; we'd been their guests at a private show.

The show now over, we continued on back to our towels as she sun began to fade and the shadow began to grow.

"I've never seen anything like that before," Kris said, dropping her bikini bottom on the towel and flopping down.

"I've done that before," Jen said. "Or at least, it was close to that, wasn't it?" she asked, reaching for my hand.

"Very close," I replied.

"You've given him a blow job?" Kris asked. 

Jen giggled and nodded as Meghan laid down beside me.

"And last night," Jen said, rolling onto her back, "we went for a walk on the beach and we fucked with the surf lapping at our feet."

"Only because you and my sister were too fast coming to find us," Meghan said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kris asked.

Meghan rolled over against me and looked at her sister.

"If you'd been just five minutes later, you'd have caught me fucking him right there on the table."

She threw a leg over me and dropped her arm across my chest as she kissed me on the cheek.

"Kris has a lot of catching up to do," Jen said.

"What catching up do I have to do?" Kris asked.

"Lots," Jen said. 

"Give me a for instance," Kris said.

"Have you ever kissed a girl before today?" Jen asked.

"Have I kissed a girl?" She nodded. "Have I done more than kiss a girl? Once. We were at this party and we were all really, really drunk. I didn't even like her.

"Would I kiss a girl again? It would depend on the girl. If it's either of you..."

"And we already know you've never watched anyone having sex."

Kris pointed back down the beach. "The couple... we just watched her suck him off."

"That doesn't count," Meghan said. "We were too far away, we don't even know them, and it would have killed everything if we'd even spoken to them while they were in the middle of what they were doing."

Meghan pushed herself up on the towel and kissed me, pressing her leg in between mine.

"How... how does it work?" Kris asked. "The three of you together in bed, I mean?"

"Mmmm..." Meghan laid her head on my shoulder, bringing her leg up over my thigh until she was brushing up against my cock. "Until the other night, it was usually the two of them making love and me being the quiet observer."

"Until I'd grab her and pull her into bed with us," Jen said.

Meghan sat up and looked at Kris. "Have you ever had both of your nipples sucked at the same time?"

Kris shook her head. "Does it feel good?"

"Good isn't the word," Meghan said, sliding her hand down to my cock. "It's awesome; nothing like it."

She and Jen locked eyes, and Jen smiled.

Jen rolled over and kissed Kris open mouthed. Kris fell back against the towel, her arms flailing and then reaching up for Jen. Meghan crawled over me as Jen crawled over Kris, and my cock began to throb as I watched Jen and Meghan begin to smother Kris with kisses and caresses.

And then they each covered one of Kris' nipples with their lips. Kris closed her eyes and gasped, her hands reaching up to clutch at the two women making sudden love to her, and she arched her back and spread her legs apart as they stimulated her breasts.

"Ohhhh... god, that feels good. Ahhh..."

She gasped again as Jen slid a hand in between her legs, and when Jen pulled her lips from Kris' breast, Kris kissed her.

I watched with rapt interest and a throbbing penis as Meghan and my sister began to bring the younger girl to orgasm, and as Kris clenched her thighs together and began to cum, I finally could resist the urge no longer, and I began to stroke my erection. I'd been aroused to some degree for so long now, I needed some relief.




My Sister's Deception Ch. 08



Jen and Meg sat up as Kris lay stretched out, panting and spent, her bikini bottom wet from her arousal, and they looked over at me.

"Want to get to know your new brother a whole lot better?" Meghan asked, tracing her finger around her little sister's breast.

Kris rolled her head toward me, her eyes dropping down to my swollen penis, and she shook her head. 

"I don't think I can take any more right now," she said.

"Okay." Meghan continued to gently stroke her sister and looked at Jen, smiling. "What should we do about it, then?"

"I wanna watch you fuck him," Kris said, licking her lips as she ran her hand up along Jen's arm.

Jen looked down at her, and I don't know which of the three of us was more shocked, though it was probably me, since I was still stone sober.

"Okay," Jen said, smiling weakly and rising to her knees, and she crawled, slowly and awkwardly, over Kris and past Meghan, her breasts swaying with her movements until she was straddling me.

Jen smiled down at me as she dipped a hand between her legs and drew a finger between the sodden, swollen folds of her pussy.

"I'm really wet," she said, giggling and looking over at Kris and then down at me.

I grabbed her gently by the thighs and pulled her to me, and slowly, deliberately, Jen lowered herself until my cock was pressed against my belly and she was sliding her split pussy lips up and over the shaft, my head just disappearing in the ripe, swollen flesh of her cunt.

Jen leaned down as she slid a hand in between us, pressing my cock up against her, and she rubbed herself against me as she kissed me.

"You liked watching us, didn't you?"

I nodded.

Jen pulled the hair back from her face and looked over at Kris, and then she kissed me again, and my cock throbbed against her as she swept her tongue into my mouth.

And then she sat up, rolling her hips, traveling a little longer with each stroke up and down my cock, getting me wetter and wetter.

"I wanna see you put his cock in your pussy," Kris said.

I looked over at her as Jen continued to rub herself against me.

Kris had rolled onto her side and now had an arm around Meghan, and as I looked over at them, she grabbed at her older sister's breast, opened her mouth and kissed it, her lips yearning to find the nipple. 

Meg gasped and turned toward her little sister, and Meg moaned as Kris began to suckle her tit.

I felt Jen's thighs flex beneath my fingers, and I watched as she raised up, pulling my cock with her, pushing the head in between her swollen lips. My cock penetrated her opening, and Jen slowly impaled herself on me, lowering herself until we were grinding against each other.

She slowly began to rock back and forth as I began to awkwardly thrust up into her, and as aroused as we both already were, it didn't take long for us both to cum.

Jen groaned, holding herself just inches above me as I held her by the hips and thrust up into her.

"Ohgod, Kyhl... unnnhhh... I'm cumming... ohhh..."

"Yeah... ohhh..." 

My cock erupted inside her and I pulled her down on my cock as I began filling her with cum. 

Jen collapsed against me, panting, and we felt the gentle touch of Meghan's hand as she reached over and stroked both of us.

"That was... that was incredible," Kris said, her mouth hanging open.

"They thought so, too," Meghan said, nodding toward the surf. 

The married couple, performers minutes before, had become the watchers themselves. Still naked, they were carrying their clothes and towels, and as they smiled and waved, we saw the man's erection had begun to return. They'd fuck when they got home.

"So," Kris said, rolling onto her back and looking at us. "What are we going to do now?"



My Sister's Deception Ch. 09



my apologies for taking so long to get this chapter out, but life intervenes... 

*

The next month was like a wind-driven fog. 

As we left the hotel the next morning and began our long journey back to reality, we almost bumped into Rick and Denny as they entered the lobby.

Denny did his best not to look consumed with awkward guilt; Rick looked stunned to see us. 

We didn't know it then, but we learned later that after the rehearsal dinner, he'd gone bar-hopping, and after he'd had three or four too many, he propositioned the wrong woman. Turns out she was an off-duty cop and took it somewhat personally. He refused to pay a fine and is waiting on a court date.

Jen helped Meghan clear her things out of Denny's without too much drama, and as she'd predicted, by the end of the first week, Meghan decided she had to find another job. Jenifer told me that once Meghan moved in with her, it was like she collapsed, all the disappointment of her failed engagement suddenly cascading over her.

Jen also told me Denny quickly found himself ostracized at work. Word of his flagrant infidelity spread like wildfire, and in short order, three harassment claims were rumored to be in the offing. 

By the end of the second week, he resigned his position, and there were reports that Rick, too, had started floating his resume.

Trips between cities immediately became an every weekend thing; my apartment one weekend, Jen's the next. 

No one wanted to talk about the elephant in the room. Jen's apartment was big enough for two people, but not if one of them was living out of boxes. They were going to have do something.

And then there were our parents. They were the only people who still had no idea what had happened, what was really going on, were our parents. So, what did Jen and I tell them?

When should we tell them?

We had a family reunion scheduled for the Fourth of July, and we figured that was as good a time as any. There's always more family than room at the house, so Jen and I got a hotel room together. Dad either wasn't paying attention or flat didn't care. Mom tried arguing with us that she wasn't going to make her children stay in a hotel, then gave up when Jen told her we'd already paid for the room and that as busy as we'd both been, we needed someplace quiet where we could get some rest. That seemed to satisfy our mother's curiosity, at least for the moment, and since there were more than a dozen other family members around, she let it go at that.

The next day was a little different, though.

Mom noticed when Jen and I arrived together, and we caught her watching us a couple of times during the day, noticing that we were paying more attention to each other than usual. Mom's curiosity finally got the better of her when Jen sat in my lap wearing just her bikini, with a towel wrapped around her waist.

Mom waited until family had thinned a bit, and then she cornered us and asked what was going on. 

Jen grabbed at my hand and laced her fingers with mine so tight I thought I was going to lose feeling.

"You know Meghan's wedding was supposed to be a few weeks ago," she said.

Mom nodded. "Barbara called me and told me what happened. That was just awful. But what does that have to do with the two of you being all over each other?"

Dad appeared at mom's side as if out of thin air, and his eyes followed the conversation, jumping from our mother back over to us.

"Mom..." 

Jen looked at me and began slowly shaking her head as if trying to play it off.

"... we're not 'all over each other.'"

"Yes, you are," she replied. She looked behind her, satisfying herself that no one was within earshot. "And no one's said anything to me, but I promise you other people have noticed that you showed up together and that you can't keep your hands off one another. Now, what's going on between the two of you?"

Jen looked at me and swallowed hard.

"There's this guy that worked with us," she said. "He and Denny are friends..."

"I tried to tell you that nothing good ever comes from office romances," dad said.

Mom swatted at his arm, shushing him.

"Go on, baby. What about Denny's friend?"

Jen nodded. "Anyway, it's debatable which one of them is worse, Denny or Rick. I could never get Rick to leave me alone, and then..." 

My sister looked at me, her eyes searching mine, lost and looking for another way, but finding none.

"A little over a year ago," she said, "I showed him Kyhl's picture and told him and anyone else who'd listen that Kyhl was my boyfriend."

Mom's mouth dropped open and she and dad both looked at me.

"And you went along with this?" dad asked.

I shrugged. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."

I looked at Jen and her eyes locked with mine. She was doing everything she could to plead without speaking and doing her best not to look desperate.

"And then I met the guy, Dad, and let me tell you, he's a piece of work. In fact, the night of the rehearsal dinner, he got drunk and got picked up for solicitation."

Mom's mouth fell open again. "He what?"

Dad shook his head.

I nodded and shrugged again. "I kind of thought, really, this would be another pat on the back like when we were in high school."

Dad chuckled and mom covered her mouth with her hand.

"That still doesn't explain..."

Jen looked at mom.

Mom licked her lips, looked at dad, and then back at us.

"That still doesn't explain why the two of you are acting like a couple."

"Well,..." Jen looked up at me as her fingers clenched against mine.

"I mean, you show up holding hands; granted, I don't think anyone thought anything about it. And I saw the two of you kiss a little while ago. And you're sharing a hotel room together..."

"One bed or two?" dad asked.

"One."

Jen looked at me and nodded.

"So you're... you're sharing a bed... together?"

Mom looked for a moment like she was going to hyperventilate. She was putting the pieces together.

"We did it," Jen said, "at first, just for appearances. You know, to make the story credible, so I wouldn't have to deal with Rick."

I nodded and felt Jen's other hand lay on top of our laced fingers.

"But then we started spending a lot more time together," she said, "and we discovered we actually like each other."

I nodded again.

"More than like, really," Jen said. "It's like..."

"It's like we're a pair of gloves that just fit each other right."

Jen looked at me, smiled and nodded.

"But... you're brother and sister." Mom's eyes darted back and forth between us; dad seemed at a loss for words.

I nodded again and kissed Jen on the cheek.

"I love my little sister. More now than I ever have."

Dad looked stunned; mom was still shaking her head in disbelief.

"And I love Kyhl. I don't know what I'd do without him."

"Barbara called," mom said, "and told me about how the wedding fell apart at the last minute."

Jen nodded. 

"And... she told me how thankful she and Robert were that the two of you were there for Meghan; that you were both so supportive."

Mom looked at dad and then back at me.

"She told me, too, that she really hoped you and Meghan would get back together. The two of you were such a cute couple."

I nodded and took a deep breath. "It's not quite that simple, Mom."

"Meghan's doing good right now to get out of bed some days, Mom," Jen said. "She's trying to get her feet back under her; she's looking for a new job. Getting into a new relationship or kick-starting an old one are the last things on her mind right now."

Mom and dad looked at each other.

"Forget about Meghan, then," mom said. "Neither of you is likely to attract anyone else if you're cavorting around and..."

Her voice trailed off and she looked over at dad.

"If we're cavorting around?" Jen looked over at me. "And... and what? Holding hands? Kissing? Sharing a hotel room?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see dad's jaw muscles twitching, and mom's breath was becoming shallow and ragged.

"Sharing a bed?" Jen asked. 

"Jenifer..."

"Holding each other?"

"Jenifer..."

"Feeling our naked bodies pressed together?"

"Jenifer, stop it!" 

Our mother spat the words through clenched teeth.

"I don't want to hear you talk like some whore-tramp..."

"Oh, get over yourself, mother," Jen said. 

She tugged her hand from mine and stood up, spinning away from us and then turning back around again.

"Do you remember what you told me when Dale and I split up?"

I remembered Jen telling me how pathetic mom's efforts to console her were when her first marriage ended in divorce.

"You told me that all you wanted for me was for me to be happy."

Jen pointed at me.

"You said that's all you and daddy ever really wanted for both of us. And guess what? I'm happy. Every time Kyhl and I are together, I know I'm with someone who knows me and loves me and understands me. And cares for me."

"I know, baby, but..."

"But nothing, mom. And he loves Meghan, too. She's like a sister to me. Kris is like a little sister to me. And he gets it. And he's fine with it. 

"He doesn't roll his eyes when she drags me away to go shopping or hands me a spoon to help her kill a pint of ice cream."

"Or a quart."

Jen shot me a look that turned from daggers to a giggle and a warm smile.

"Or a quart," she said, nodding. "And I'm not a slut or a whore or a tramp, mom."

Jen looked over at me.

"Since I started telling people Kyhl was my boyfriend, I think I've been asked out by seven or eight different guys; I've turned them all down."

She looked back at mom.

"It's never been a question in my mind about whether or not to be faithful to my brother. He's the only man I've been with. He's the only man I want to be with. When I crawl into bed with him and into his arms, I feel... whole. And complete."

She looked over at me again and shook her head ever so slightly. There was only so much true confession our parents could handle at one time; they didn't need to know anything beyond me and her. Not now.

"What about children?" mom asked.

Dad started to speak and mom quieted him by grabbing his hand.

"We'd always thought the two of you would give us grandchildren someday."

Jen and I looked at each other. Our mother meant she expected -- hoped -- Jen would give her grand-children with another man and that I'd give her grand-children with another woman.

"And we intend to," Jen said, taking my hand in hers again. "We intend to. We're just not sure when or how yet."

"There are only a few methods for making babies that I'm aware of," dad said. "And if the two of you..."

Mom squeezed his hand and he stopped mid-sentence.

"I think we've talked about this enough," mom said. "I'm getting tired."

Mom stood up and tugged dad to his feet, too. That quickly, mom had heard enough and was ending the discussion. She hugged us both and kissed us on the cheek.

"I love both of you very much," she said.

"We love you, too, Mom," Jen said as dad crushed her in a bear hug.

"I love you, too, Mom," I said as she kissed me on the cheek.

Dad told Jen he loved her, gave me a weak hug and told me he loved me; I told him I loved him, too.

And then there was an almost maddening silence as our parents walked away from us.

Jen and I walked to the car, hand in hand, feeling more like we were leaving a funeral than a family reunion.

Jen stared out the car window almost the entire way back to the hotel, arms folded, feet crossed at the ankles.

When we parked and I opened her door for her, she made brief eye contact with me and mumbled one simple word.

"Thanks."

I nodded, closed the door and fell into step beside her, taking the bag from her shoulder with our towels and swimsuits.

"Thanks," she said again, as she reached up and pulled the strap of her tank back onto her shoulder.

"No problem," I said.

I looked at her as we stood waiting on the elevator. Her arms were folded again and her foot was tapping impatiently.

The elevator arrived, opened, and we stepped inside. I pushed the button for our floor and turned to look at her as the door closed on us.

She was leaning against the wall, arms by her side. My eyes traveled to her chest; her nipples were pressed against her tank, highlighting the fact she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Is it going to be like this all night?" I asked. 

"Like what?"

"Quiet. Stone dead silence," I replied.

Jen shook her head and threw her hands up in the air, then let them crash against her thighs.

"What do you want me to say, Kyhl? Mom thinks I'm a tramp and a whore."

I shook my head. "No, she doesn't."

"You heard her," Jen said. "Those were her exact words."

"She was reaching," I said. "She wasn't sure what to say. You know that."

The elevator opened and we stepped out into the hallway.

Jen stepped past me and trudged to our room.

"I know what I heard," she said as I keyed open the door.

Jen walked in and I followed her, flipping on the light in the bathroom. We'd gotten into dry clothes after getting out of the pool, but now it was time to get the chlorine off of our bodies.

I turned around to see Jen stripping off her tank top. I grabbed at my own shirt and tugged it overhead as she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. My pulse quickened and my cock surged as I saw that Jen had been naked beneath her skirt, too. 

She pushed past me as I began unzipping my shorts. I turned around, stunned when the bathroom door clicked shut.

She never closed the bathroom door. Not on me, anyway.

I stepped out of my shorts and reached for the handle, pushing down gently.

Locked.

This could make for a really long night.

I clicked on the TV and laid back on the bed as I waited for her to get done in the shower. There was almost nothing worth watching, and I clicked the TV off when Jen came out of the bathroom.

"Your turn," she said as she walked out, towel wrapped around her. "Nothing good on?"

"Not that I could find," I replied. "Wanna go see a movie?"

"No. I'm not really in the mood to go anywhere or do anything."

I nodded and headed into the bathroom.

When I was done in the shower, I dried off and hung up my towel, and then I flipped the light switch in the bathroom. The one I turned off was bright enough Jen could see to do her makeup. The one I turned on was a dull, warming glow that did just enough to banish darkness without being bright enough to be obnoxious.

I exited the bathroom, leaving the door open just enough to spill light out into the room. Jen stood facing the mirror over the dresser, and I killed the lamp that was bathing her in soft white light.

"Hey!"

She snapped her head toward me as I walked past her and grabbed at the curtains, pulling them back and opening our room to the pale moonlight.

"You can still see good enough to finish brushing your hair, can't you?" 

She nodded and looked back toward the mirror.

"I'm almost done," she said.

"So, are you going to stay mad at me all night?" I asked as I stepped up behind her.

Jen shook her head. "I'm not mad at you. It's just..." She shook her head again and dropped her arms to her side as she looked at me in the mirror. "I don't think mom and dad understand what's going on with us."

I touched Jen's arms gently, running my hands up and down along her smooth, warm skin.

"I think they understand perfectly well exactly what's going on with us," I replied. "I just don't think they like it much."

My hands fell to her waist as she began brushing at her hair again; I hooked my thumbs into the towel clinging to her hips and tugged on it.

Jen giggled and looked at me in the mirror again.

"What are you doing?"

I looked up at her as I tossed her towel aside and brushed her naked hip with my fingertips.

"Touching my little sister. Is that not allowed anymore?"

Jen giggled again. "It's allowed; I'm just not really in the mood."

I moved closer to her and kissed her bare shoulder as she tilted her head to the side. My lips marched up her shoulder toward her neck as I dropped one hand to caress her ass cheek and wrapped my other arm around her waist.

"Do you have to be in the mood for me to love on you?"

Jen giggled again and stroked the side of my head with her fingers.

"Do you want to love on me or make love to me?"

"Does there have to be a difference between the two?"

Jen shook her head and sighed as I pressed my hand up between her breasts.

"No. I like it when you love on me and make love to me. I just don't know that I'm in the mood to fuck tonight."

"That's okay," I said, kissing her shoulder again. I let my lips linger against her skin as I brought my hands down to cup and squeeze her ass. "Just let me love on you and make you feel good."

Jen sighed and dropped her brush down on the dresser as I began to kneel down behind her.

"You and I both know how this'll end," she said. 

"How's that?" I asked as I kissed the bottom edge of her shoulder blade.

"Mmmm... you'll kiss me and touch me in ways and places you know will turn me on; you'll make me really horny and..."

"You already told me no," I replied. "Just enjoy this and then we can go to bed. And I'll hold you."

"Mmmmhmm... mmmm..."

Jen thrust her hands forward and braced herself as my hands continued to wander across her skin, and I slowly kissed my way down her body until I was down on my knees behind her.

I leaned forward and kissed her ass, opening my mouth wide as though to take a bit out of her as I slid my hand up between her thighs.

Jen gasped as my fingers came into contact with the warm, moist outer lips of her pussy.

"Ohhh... that is so not fair."

"This?" I open-mouth kissed her other ass cheek, nipping at her with my teeth again. "Or this?" I brushed gently against her pussy again and Jen moaned, low and guttural.

"That," she said, almost thrusting her ass back at me. "Because I know that you're about to... ahhh..."

I forced my middle finger between the sodden folds of her outer lips and Jen moaned again.

"... do that."

"Want me to stop?" I asked as I kissed her ass cheek again.

"No."

Jen's feet were suddenly tangled as she tried to turn around, and then she was reaching down for me.

"Stand up," she said, grabbing at my hands.

She pressed my hand against her pussy as I stood up. Her other hand looped around my neck, and as my finger slid inside her again, she kissed me, her mouth open, tongue resting just behind her lips.

Jen gasped again and moaned as my fingers pressed up against her. Her lips slipped from mine as she pulled herself against me. I reached around her, grabbing at her ass and squeezing at the soft, pliant flesh.

She brought her lips to my ear and kissed me softly, her breath hot against my skin.

"I want you to eat me."

"Okay."

"I want to feel your lips on me and your tongue inside me."

"Okay."

She moaned again as my finger slid from her pussy, and she stumbled past me, falling forward onto the bed, then rolling onto her back.

Jen looked down at my cock as she reached down to play with herself.

"I'm already so wet."

I nodded. "You are."

She smiled at me as I crawled onto the bed.

"And you're getting hard."

"All I wanna do is make love to you."

Jen nodded and spread her legs, kicking them out around me as I brought my face up between her thighs.

I stuck my tongue out and kissed her as I thrust inside her.

"Oh, yesss..."

Her hands were at the back of my head, holding me to her as I began to devour her wetness.

I lapped at her, tasting her juices, feeling her sex glowing almost hot against me.

"Ohhh... that feels sooo good."

My only response was to lap gently at her swollen bud and inhale her scent as she moaned again.

"Ohhh... fuck... ohhh... Kyhl..."




My Sister's Deception Ch. 09



Her fingers dug into my scalp, urging me against her. Her pleasure was almost painful.

"I... I hate you..."

I raised up.

"You... hate me?"

She shook her head and looked down at me as she panted. 

"Not like that. I told you when you started how this would end, didn't I?"

I shook my head. 

"I did, too," she said. "I told you we'd end up fucking."

"But... we're not..."

She shook her head. "Not yet. But I want to. I want to come with you inside me."

I raised up and Jen rolled away from me.

"Lay down; I wanna ride you."

I flopped down on my back as Jen spun around, and then I watched as she pulled her hair back and took my cock into her open mouth.

Being inside her mouth was like heaven.

She wasn't trying to make me come; just teasing me, her hand sliding in between my thighs, fingertips tickling my balls as she pillowed the head of my penis on her tongue.

And then she impaled her mouth on my cock, taking the head deep inside, until it felt like the head was almost into the back of her throat.

I gasped, and then she did, too, as my cock fell from her lips.

She laid her head against me and slowly ran her hand up and down the length of my shaft.

"When I got married, I remember mom telling me the way a woman kept her man happy was to be a lady in public and a whore in the bedroom."

"Jen..."

She looked up at me as the heel of her hand swept over the throbbing head of my penis.

"Do you think I can make you happy? Do you think you can be happy with me?"

I nodded and brushed my fingers alongside her face as she continued to stroke my cock, and then she descended on me again, swallowing me until it felt like the head was almost in the opening of her throat again, and then pulling away from me, gasping for breath again as she crawled to her knees and straddled me.

"If I didn't want you to come inside me so bad, I'd let you come in my mouth." 

Jen's lips melted against mine and she pressed her tongue inside my mouth; I could taste myself on her tongue.

And then she was grabbing my cock, pressing me up against the sodden folds of her pussy; grinding, splitting herself against the swollen head of my penis.

She pulled her lips from mine as she rolled her hips, sliding against my turgid shaft.

"Tell me you love me."

I looked up at her; her eyes were wet, almost to tears.

"Tell me you love me, and that you want to make love to me."

I nodded.

"Tell me you want to make love to me and hold onto me forever."

I nodded again.

"I love you, Sis. More than anything."

Jen shifted against me and the head of my penis slid into her; she rolled her hips again and impaled herself on my cock, sighing as she settled against me.

"Tell me again."

I grabbed her by the hips as her legs flexed against me; I could feel her squeezing me, milking me as she took me into her depths.

"I love you, Sis. I want to make love to you and I don't ever want to let you go."

"Uh huh..." Jen swallowed hard as she ground against me.

I could feel my balls beginning to tighten.

"I want to make love to you..."

She gasped as she pulled herself up, not quite off of my cock just the head of my penis still inside her.

She impaled herself again and I felt the head of my cock begin to tingle.

"And to have you...."

"Ohgodyes..." Jen thrust herself down against me and moaned as she flexed her cunt against my throbbing member. "Ohgod... Kyhl... I want... you to fill me... with your cum... ohhh..."

I grabbed her hips and began to thrust into her, grinding against her as she bottomed out on my cock.

"I want you... to fill me... with your cum... and... I want... you to have me... ohhh... gawd..."

Jen moaned and grabbed at me as she began to roll to the side.

"Come with me... ohhh... I'm starting to come... and I want to come with you fucking me..."

We held on to each other as she rolled off of me and onto her back, rapidly settled and then she was wriggling against me, her pussy clutching at my cock.

I raised up on my elbows, sweeping my hands up under her arms as I pulled back, almost pulling the head of my penis out of her and then pressing back in.

"Ohgodyes... ohhh... do it, Kyhl... give me your cum..."

I thrust into her again, making her moan.

"I want your cum..."

I thrust into her again; I could feel my balls beginning to tighten. "You want my cum inside you..."

"Yesss... give it all to me, baby... give it all to me..."

Jen's fingers dug into me, she closed her eyes tight and her mouth fell open as she pushed her head back into the pillow.

"Ohhh... ohhh... Kyhl..."

I grabbed her shoulders and pressed hard into her as I erupted, beginning to thrust short and ragged, sending my seed deep inside her.

Jen gasped and moaned as she climaxed against me.

And then I collapsed in her arms as she clung to me, both of us gasping.

A minute later, as both of us were catching our breath, I pushed up and rolled to the side, pulling her with me, grabbing at her ass and making sure we stayed connected.

My cock was still semi-hard inside her and Jen moaned, clawing at me, clawing at the bed and sighing as she settled against me again. I positioned myself beneath her and stroked her gently, one hand rubbing her back while the other squeezed and massaged her ass.

"Mmmm... that feels good," she said.

Jen pushed the hair out of her face and kissed me on the cheek.

I brought my hands up, captured her face in my fingers and kissed her deep, thrusting my tongue into her mouth.

Jen gasped again and clutched at me as I had my way with her mouth, consuming her lips with mine and then her tongue when she offered it to me.

Our lips parted and her head fell against my shoulder, her breath hot against my skin as my hands returned to caressing her.

"Do you have any idea what it does to me when you kiss me like that?"

"Wild crazy things?"

Her head nodded, rubbing against me. 

"Makes me want to fuck you."

I laughed. "We just did that."

"Again," she said. "It makes me want to fuck you again."

I laughed again and she pushed up to look at me.

"You think I'm kidding."

I looked back at her and shook my head.

"But I'm not," she said. "I'm completely serious."

"Okay."

Jen shifted against me, exerting just enough downward pressure with her body to remind both of us that I was still inside her, and then she swept her hair to the side.

"I'm notching this in the 'make-up sex' column."

"The 'make-up sex' column? We didn't have a fight to make up over. Or did I miss something?"

Jen smiled, giggled and kissed me.

"We didn't have a fight, but I felt anything but close to you when we got back here and you refused to let me stay that way. You pulled, poked and prodded at me..."

"Poked?" I asked, rocking my hips enough to make like I was thrusting into her again.

Jen giggled and kissed me again.

"Nudged. Is nudged better? The point is, when we got back here, the last thing I felt was a union between us, and now..."

"Everything's better?"

Jen bit at her lip and half-nodded her head. "I know the last few minutes don't really solve anything as far as forces outside this room are concerned, but I feel like we just recommitted ourselves to one another."

I nodded.

"I love you, Sis. You know that."

She smiled and nodded.

"I love hearing you say it, though. Don't ever stop saying it."

"I won't," I said, pulling her to me and kissing her again.

"And don't stop kissing me."

Jen kissed me back as she writhed against me, and then she giggled.

"I can feel your cum starting to ooze out of me."

"You can?"

She giggled again and nodded as she rubbed her legs against me.

"If I don't do something about it, we're going to have a serious wet spot in the bed."

I grabbed at her as she started to move.

"So we make a wet spot; we'll put a towel over it later."

She looked down at me as I held her by her hips. She smiled.

"So you want me to lay here with you and ooze out all over you?"

I nodded, pressed my head up and kissed her.

"Okay."

Jen giggled again as she kissed me back, and then she was twisting her torso away from me as her feet pushed against my legs.

"Lemme grab the covers, though," she said. "I'm starting to get cold."

I held on to her as she grabbed at the blanket and pulled it up over us.

Cloth shrouded our bodies, covering up over our shoulders as she settled against me once more, and Jen kissed me again.

"You know if you get hard inside me again..."

"I'll just add to the ooze."

Jen squeezed her eyes closed and shook her head. 

"That just sounds gross," she replied.

She kissed me again. 

"But I like it."

Jen laid her head against my shoulder and sighed as I began to run my hands up and down her body again.

"And that's another thing," she said.

"What's that?"

"Don't ever stop touching me. I love it when you touch me; I like the feel of your fingers on my skin."

"I won't, Sis. I'll never stop touching you, kissing you or loving you."

"Never?"

There was a soft, somber hopefulness in her question.

"Never."

I felt the breath of her content sigh flood over me as her fingers curled, gently raking my skin. I grabbed handfuls of her ass cheeks into both hands and squeezed.

Jen moaned gently and then I released my hold, sweeping my hands up her back and embracing her.

We drifted off to sleep nestled together like that, and at some point -- I have no idea when, we separated.

I only vaguely remember feeling a wet spot in the bed.

All I know is we woke up the next morning spooned together, her hand atop mine as I cupped her breast.

*

More coming soon...



My Sister's Deception Ch. 10



Jen and I woke to the glow of sunlight blaring through the open curtains in our hotel room; it's a residual consequence of making love at night with the curtains pulled back to bathe the room in moonlight, and then not closing them back again.

She rolled over and into my arms, entwining her legs with mine as we kissed.

"Good morning."

I pushed the fingers of one hand into her hair as I kissed her and grabbed her ass with the other hand, pulling her against me and thrusting against her with my morning erection.

Jen giggled and reached in between us to grab at me, fingernails raking gently against my belly as she found me and brought her thumb up over the swollen head.

"Mmmm..."

She kissed me back and slowly swept my lips with her tongue.

"It is a good morning," she said. "But if we're going to be on time this morning, we've gotta get moving and this is gonna hafta wait."

I hated to admit it, but she was right, so we crawled out of bed and hustled in and out of the shower. While Jen started getting ready, I threw on a t-shirt and shorts and ran downstairs to get breakfast for us.

I grabbed some muffins, fruit and a couple of bottles of milk, then headed back upstairs.

I walked back into the room, let the door close behind me and then noticed Jen was sitting on the dresser, naked with the towel draped between her legs, phone in hand and looking lost.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I sat the food down on the edge of the dresser and reached for her.

Jen let the phone slide from her fingers and onto the dresser as she kicked at me with her feet.

"Dad called. He said that he and mom are having a really hard time with this... with us... and... he... they think it would be best if we didn't come back to the house today. He said they'd tell everyone we had to go back early."

I pulled at the towel and pushed her legs apart as I stepped between them; Jen leaned forward and laid her head against me as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

"You okay?"

She nodded and sighed as her fingers curled in against me.

"I don't know what else to do or what else to say."

"I know, Sis."

Jen leaned back, shrugged and sighed again as her eyes danced across my face. "I mean, what is there to say that we didn't say yesterday?"

I shook my head and plowed my fingers through her hair before pulling her to me again.

"I don't know."

Jen dug at me with her fingers, sliding them up and under my t-shirt.

"They'll come around, won't they? It won't always be like this. Will it?"

"No." I hoped not, anyway. I had no idea how long my parents would hold us at a distance or what it would take to ease the tension. I dipped my head and kissed the top of hers as her fingernails raked against my skin, and I ran my hands down the bare, naked skin of her back.

"That feels good," she said, relaxing against me.

I swept my hands up and down her back again, fanning my fingers out. Jen's response was to hug me a little tighter and burrow her head in against me.

She pushed back and licked her lips as she looked up at me.

"I don't remember what it was, but before I got married, there was something that just... really got to me, and... I don't even remember where Dale was, but I'm sitting there, and mom's brushing my hair and she told me..."

Jen rubbed her legs against mine as she scooted closer to me and hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts.

"... she told me that one of the things I'd enjoy would be the times when I was sad."

That didn't make any sense. "The times when you'd be sad?"

Jen nodded slowly. "I remember her telling me that it was like a gift that Daddy has, that he can take her in his arms and comfort her."

I nodded. Now I understood. And it made sense, looking back, and thinking on some of the times we'd seen dad holding our mother; times we'd seen them holding each other, when it seemed like it softened the sadness or multiplied their joy.

"And mom told me that when I was sad, the one place I'd most want to be would be in my husband's arms. And that there'd be times when I'd find the most comfort in his arms when we were in bed together."

Jen's lips parted as I leaned down and kissed her, and as my tongue swirled in against hers, her thumbs were hooking into my shirt and pushing it up.

When she could push it up no farther, she leaned back as I grabbed at it and tugged it overhead. I still had the cloth bunched up in my hands as I felt her fingers descending into my shorts, pushing them down and exposing my swelling member.

She refused to let me step away from her to take my shorts off, and a moment later, with my shorts bunched up at my knees, I stood there next to her, my cock brushing against her belly as she slowly stroked at me and opened her mouth to kiss me again.

"I want to you to take me back to bed and comfort me," she said. "I want you to touch me and hold me and make love to me again and again."

"If you plan on us being in bed that long..." 

I reached for the muffin and Jen smiled.

"Okay, we can eat first, and then you can comfort me."

I handed her the muffin and she began peeling the paper cup from around it, pausing long enough to pinch off a bite and push it into her mouth.

"Not all that sweet," she said, licking her lips. "It needs something."

"They had honey packets," I said.

She shook her head. "That might be a little too sweet." She pinched off another bite and a crumb fell down between her legs.

"That would sweeten it up a bit," I said. I watched her fingers brush against her pussy as she reached down to grab at the good-sized crumb.

Jen giggled as she picked it up and shoved it into her mouth.

"I can think of something else that might sweeten it up a bit," she said.

"What?"

Jen giggled as she reached for me and looked into my eyes.

"You know," she said, "if you think about it, your cum looks a lot like the icing on those cinnamon rolls we like so much."

I laughed. "It doesn't taste anything like it, though."

Jen shook her head as she sat the muffin down beside her. "No, but it might be just what my muffin needs."

I sighed as she swept her hand up and over the swollen head of my penis.

"In your muffin or on your muffin?"

Jen feigned glaring at me as she kicked at me with her heels.

"Both," she said. "But right now, I want it... on... my muffin."

She cupped my balls gently in the palm of one hand as her other slowly stroked me.

"Wanna put some frosting on my muffin?" she asked.

Her thumb swept up over the head of my cock, sending a surge of pleasure through my body.

I nodded and she smiled.

I closed my eyes and lost myself in the pleasure coming from my little sister playing with me, imagining what it would be like to watch her using my cock as a spatula to spread my cum over the top of her breakfast.

I reached in between us and cupped her breasts, gently brushing my thumbs across her nipples.

"Look at me," she said. "Look into my eyes."

I looked up from her chest and my eyes locked with hers.

Jen smiled and licked her lips as her eyes darted to her hand moving up and down on my cock.

"You know I'm gonna want to lick it clean when I get done frosting my muffin."

I laughed and nodded, then gasped as her hand swept up over the head of my cock again.

"Yeah."

Jen bit at her lip as she felt my balls tighten up.

"That's it, brother mine," she said. "Give me all your cum. Give it to me."

She pulled her hand from between my legs and grabbed the muffin from the dresser, holding it right in front of her, just under the head of my cock.

Her hand picked up pace and I began to pant as I felt my cock beginning to pulse.

"Ahhhh...!"

My cock erupted, spewing cum out over her hand, and as soon as the first spurt landed on her belly, the flow immediately began dribbling onto the muffin in her hand.

Jen swept her hand up under my balls, milking me, then returned her fingers to the shaft, where she pumped me some more, draining every drop she could from me on to the muffin top.

She raked the head of my penis across the soft, moist texture of the muffin, and I watched one final drop of cum ooze into the pores of the bread like pastry.

"Mmmm..."

I watched as Jen's mouth closed on it, biting a chunk out of her freshly frosted breakfast.

"That's just what it needed."

"Is it?" I asked as she stroked my still hard cock once more.

She nodded and smiled. "I'll be doing this again."

Twenty minutes later, we were back in bed, the room awash in sunlight as she melted into me. 

I held her and touched every inch of her body, caressing, kissing and stroking her, bringing her to orgasm twice before we decided to head home and save ourselves the money from another night in the hotel. Minutes before check-out time, we were loaded up and on the road.

"Do you think it will change anything?" she asked. "If we have a baby?"

"Babies change everything," I said as we merged onto the highway. One way or the other, I thought to myself, they change everything.

Jen nodded, rested her chin against her hand and looked out the window.

A few minutes later, she shifted in her seat and slid her hand into my lap.

"I want to have one," Jen replied. "I want to have a baby with you."

I looked over at her and smiled. "We will. We will." 

We'd already talked about finding a way to live together. The biggest obstacle at the moment was living space. 

In a pinch, either of our apartments was big enough to support our living together, though it would be somewhat cramped. Two weeks after breaking the news to our parents, though, Meghan was still unemployed. Neither Jen nor I was comfortable with the idea of forcing her to fend for herself outright, and there was no way the three of us could inhabit one apartment comfortably.

Both of us had been thinking it through, and now I was sure Jen had come to the same conclusion I had. A baby would irrevocably separate us forever or it would mend the sudden rift we had with our parents. There was only one way we'd ever really know for sure.

Jen smiled, reached for my hand and closed her eyes as she settled back in the seat. We had no paper, no rings, nothing concrete to show it, but we were committed to one another.

A couple of weeks later, Meghan's prospects for work took a sudden turn upwards, and you could have knocked me over with a feather. 

Carrie called Meghan, seemingly out of the blue; identified herself as Allyson's sister, and asked Meghan if she wanted a job. Carrie had started a consulting business and was ready to begin expanding, on a contract basis, admittedly, but she had several contracts lined up and needed help moving forward.

Allyson had already gone to work for her, Carrie's offer was at least generous, and though Meghan told her she'd have to think about it, she was beaming at the prospect of having a new job, and one that paid pretty well, too.

Along with the job offer came another opportunity.

One of Carrie's clients had passed within the last year, and with his estate finally settled, his widow was beginning to divest herself of some of their accumulated assets. This included a house that sat on the coast, just off the gulf. As the crow flies, we were told, it was about an hour and a half north of Corpus.

The description made it sound perfect. Almost too perfect.

Meghan bolted to the coast to look at it and meet with Carrie; she was anxious to get back to work and occupy herself.

She called back late that first night and had Jen stirred up over it long before their conversation was over.

I got hung up on it sounding too good to be true.

"I thought we wanted a place where we could all live together," Jen said.

I nodded. "We do."

"From what Meghan says, this place is more than big enough for the three of us. There's even room enough for Kris, too, if she wants to live with us..."

"Kris?" I asked.

She nodded. "And we'd be able to start a family."

"What about Kris?"

Jen sighed. "Meghan said that Kris and her boyfriend split up."

"What happened?"

She shrugged and shook her head. "I don't know. What I do know is that this house is the perfect opportunity for us."

"What are you gonna do for a job? It sounds like it's probably expensive."

"I could... go to work for Carrie."

"Seriously?"

"Sure; why not?" she asked. "I've worked with Meghan and Allyson long enough to know we all get along well, and it sounds like Carrie's got a great start-up going."

I'd seen my sister like this a few times; once she had her heart set...

"After we talked to mom and dad, before we talked to mom and dad, you were all gung-ho for us to live together. And now..."

"I still am, Sis. If I could be with you every night..."

"If we do this, you can!"

She was suddenly at the point of tears. At this point, even giving in wouldn't go over well.

"You know what?" she said, throwing up her hands, "do what you want. Do whatever you want."

I watched as she stormed from the kitchen, into her bedroom and slammed the door.

It was a month now since we'd gone home, and we'd talked to our parents once. 

Actually, I'd talked to dad. The conversation had been brief and terse.

It hadn't helped any, either. Jen and I had isolated ourselves, and now, with a solution to the question of where we could live together looming right in front of us, I was showing cold feet.

I walked across the living room and slowly pushed the bedroom door open.

Jen was sitting in the bed, arms wrapped around her knees, her chin resting on them.

"Can I come in?"

She glanced up, glaring at me, and nodded.

"You're not gonna throw anything at me, are you?"

Jen rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"I'm tempted, but I won't."

I sat on the edge of the bed; Jen pushed herself towards me and fell forward, laying her head in my lap.

"Listen, I didn't say it wasn't a good idea."

Jen shook her head. "No, but you might as well have."

I could feel her breath against my leg as she sighed.

"It's just, there's just something about this whole deal Carrie pitched, regarding the house, that doesn't quite pass the smell test."

"What is it that bothers you about it?"

"I dunno. It just seems a little... too convenient."

Jen nodded. 

"Well, Meghan loves it, and Carrie said we're more than welcome to come spend the weekend there and check it out."

"Uh-huh."

Jen smiled. "The beach is private, Kyhl. No prying eyes. You could take me into the surf and have your way with me any time you wanted."

"And when it gets cold? You do know it gets cold there? Even on the gulf coast."

Jen giggled. "Okay. Then we can make a fire on the beach and then you can have your way with me. Under a blanket."

She giggled again and looked up at me.

"What?" she asked.

I tapped her on the shoulder.

"Lemme up."

She rolled away enough for me to slide off the bed and watched as I headed for the bathroom.

"Seriously?" she asked. "We were almost having a moment and you suddenly have to pee?"

"No," I replied as I reached for the medicine cabinet.

"What are you looking for?"

I heard her slide off the bed and start walking towards me.

"I'll know it when I see it."

"Okay, but if you're looking for aspiring or something..."

"I'm not."

Jen looked at me and shook her head slightly before focusing on the cabinet as I shuffled through the various items.

"Here we go," I said as I snatched up the beige plastic compact.

"My birth control pills?"

I nodded as I opened the case. Six pills gone. She was still on the front end of her cycle, with the high point of her natural arousal about a week away.

Locking eyes with her, I began pushing the pills out, one after another, and letting them skitter into the sink.

"What are you doing? Kyhl..."

I pushed the last couple of pills out, grabbed up her hair brush and began pounding and grinding each pill into dust as she stood there with her eyes wide.

"You're really not supposed to... flush medication..."

I looked at her and smiled.

"I know. This way, though..."

When I was done, I turned on the water and washed it all down the drain, then laid her brush on the counter and turned to face her.

"Have any condoms?"

Her mouth fell open and she slowly shook her head.

"I don't remember the last time I even touched a condom," she said, "and unless Meghan left one stashed somewhere, there aren't even any in the apartment."

She grabbed up the now empty, worthless plastic packet and waved it wistfully.

"This is the only method of baby-maybe I've ever really used," she said. "And that was the only packet I had..."

I nodded, took it from her and tossed it into the trash can.

"... and I can't just go out and get the script refilled."

"I know." 

Her mouth hung open as she tilted her head at me. 

"I'm probably good for a day or two, maybe more, but after that..."

"You can pregnant."

She nodded.

"And, if I get pregnant..."

"If you get pregnant, I'll be with you and we'll have a baby. Together."

Jen looked up at me, and her expression was as much confusion and sudden anxiety as anything.

"Remember Cortez?" I asked as I tugged at my shirt. "From world history class?"

"Cortez?" She shook her head. "What are you talking about?"

"The Spanish explorer. When he came to the new world, he knew he had to find a way to motivate his men. Some of them were less than committed to the idea of success in this strange new land that was so far from home."

"Okay; what does that have to do with us?"

I dropped my shirt to the floor and yanked at my shorts.

"He burned his ships. His men stood on the beach and watched their ride home go up in flames. They had no real choice other than to move forward.

"Like you said; either we're together or we're not," I said. "I hear people all the time talking about how they'll start a family when they've got everything set just right, and I don't know of anyone that ever has everything just the way they want it."

"What are you saying? That we should try and have a baby?"

I was naked now, and my cock continued to swell and rise as I reached for her, grabbing at her t-shirt and tugging it up.

"Not just yet."

She raised her arms as I pulled up her shirt, and I caught her hands in mine as I pulled it over her head, then swept an arm around her and kissed her as I pressed her against me. Jen sighed against my lips as her fingers grabbed at mine, and then I tossed her shirt to the floor.

"Like you said, it'll take a few days for the pill to work itself completely out of your system," I said.

She nodded.

"So, I don't think there's very good odds of you getting pregnant any time soon," I said as I unfastened her shorts and began pushing them to the floor.

"Probably not," she replied as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

She kicked her shorts away and I reached for her, pushing my thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

"I'm all in," I replied, shoving them from her hips. "All or nothing."

"All or nothing?"

I nodded as she stepped out of them.

"I want you. To have and to hold."

Jen slid her arms around my neck as I scooped her up. 

I swept a hand under her ass and lifted her, carrying her to bed, and then I laid her back against the mattress, the shaft of my erection pressing against her pussy as I leaned in and nuzzled at her ear.

"Every time we make love, I'm gonna come deep inside you and fill your pussy with my seed."

Jen gasped and her fingers dug into me.

"And I'm gonna hold on to you like I'm never gonna let you go."

Jen slid her arms around my neck and rubbed her leg against me.

"And one day, everything will be just right and I'll get you pregnant and we'll have a baby together."

"And you'll love me?"

I nodded. "More than ever."




My Sister's Deception Ch. 10



Jen leaned back and looked up at me.

"Even when I get round and fat?" she asked.

"When your belly swells, I'll kiss it and caress it until you tell me to stop."

Jen wriggled in my arms and reached between us.

"And we'll find out how much we like preggo sex."

I laughed and nodded as she wiggled beneath me, rubbing herself against my cock.

"I'm yours, then. To have and to hold."

I kissed her and felt the wetness of her sex beginning to coat the shaft of my swollen penis.

"I wanna ride you," she said.

"Do you, now?"

She nodded and rolled away as I leaned up. I watched her crawl onto her knees, her ass an arousing enticement making my cock throb even harder, and I flopped down onto the bed and reached for her.

Jen straddled me and pressed my cock firmly against her ripening slit, then leaned forward, crushing my swollen member between us as we kissed.

She hovered above me, her hair cascading over both of us as she raised her hips and pushed my cock down in between her legs.

I caught my breath as I felt the head center in her opening and begin to go in.

"Ohhh..."

"Let me get inside you, Sis."

"Oh, yes; I want you inside me. I want you to stay inside me..."

She was panting as I grabbed at her hips and slowly thrust into her, pulling her onto me and pressing upward until I was buried in her silk and could press no further.

Jen moaned and pressed herself down against me as she clutched at me, and I kissed her as she writhed on top of me. On the cheek. Near her ear. On her ear lobe. On the cheek again.

Her lips caught mine and her tongue stabbed into my mouth as I clutched her hip and she began to thrust against me.

"Ohgod you feel good," she said.

"Yesss." 

Every time she rose up, she pushed herself almost to the point of coming off of me, and the sensation was amazing. She'd lower herself again, then, and grind against me, each time almost a little more desperate than the last. It felt awesome, and as she fell into a rhythm and began to rock back and forth, I grabbed at her hips and tried to match her and thrust into her, which was awkward at best from this angle.

"Ohhh... Kyhl..."

Jen was in mid-rock, almost hovering on me, moving ever so slightly.

I could feel her pussy flexing, massaging the head of my cock.

I pulled her down against me and she gasped as she bottomed out on me.

"Ohhhgod... Kyhl..."

Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she pushed up again.

I thrust up into her and pulled her back down, wiggling side to side and making her grind against me.

"Dammit... ohhh... fuck... I'm gonna cum."

Jen rocked against me, rolling her hips and stroking my cock with her pussy. 

I could feel my balls tightening.

"Oh... God... Kyhl..."

She was gripping me hard enough it was gonna leave a mark. She was gasping and heaving.

And coming.

I felt her pussy begin to convulse on me, massaging me with a vicious rapidity.

And I began coming. 

I thrust up into Jen's pussy as she ground against me, spewing my semen into her. 

Jen collapsed, falling forward onto me, gasping for breath and moaning as I continued to thrust into her, slower now, intent on emptying myself into her.

"Ohhh... ohhh..."

I stopped flexing my hips and thrusting, finally, and Jen's mouth found mine, her lips molding to mine as she thrust her tongue into my mouth.

And then she was clinging to me, legs clenched against me as though she were a rider and I were the steed, and I held her as she panted, almost breathing straight into my ear.

"I love you," she said.

Her lips were soft against my ear, followed gently by her tongue, and then her teeth.

"I love you so much," she said.

"I love you, too, Sis," I replied. I slid my hands down, grabbing at her ass and thrusting up into her one last time. I felt more cum flow from me and into her.

Jen giggled.

"I am gonna have your cum running out of me for a week," she said. "I felt you keep pumping and pumping in to me."

"Get used to it," I said.

Jen laughed, her breath hot against my ear.

"I look forward to it," she said. "For the rest of my life."



My Sister's Deception



"That kiss earlier," she said. "That was real."

Meghan stumbled on the edge of the rug, landing a hand on me and one on the wall as she caught herself.

"Did you ever stare at me like you were staring at her?" Meghan asked. 

"Back when we were dating," I said.

"You stopped looking at me like that when we stopped going out?"

I looked at her.

"Not really," I said. "Why are you asking me this?"

"A woman likes to know she's attractive," Meghan said.

I changed the CDs in the stereo. Jen's taste in music is a little different than mine. We like a lot of the same stuff, but I could tell the mood she was in now was soft, relaxed; what she called cuddle music. I loaded Norah Jones and kept looking for a couple of others I thought were what she was looking for.

"She likes Elvis, too," Meghan said as she ran a hand up and down my back. "You know, 'Love Me Tender' and 'I Can't Help Falling in Love with You.' She says it makes her tingly and warm all over."

I pushed the CD changer closed and hit the play button. Meghan pulled my arm around her the music began to drift from the speakers.

"Mmmm." She laid her head on my shoulder as she put her arms around my neck. "This is nice."

"Kind of warm and tingly?" I asked.

"All over," she said, laughing. "I've got to get Denny convinced that this sort of music has a purpose. Why do you have it in your collection?"

"I like to listen to it every now and then," I said, "and it works well in situations like this."

"How often are you in situations like this?" she asked. "Two beautiful women in your apartment, one of which you can't have because she's engaged and the other your sister? Both of them under the influence of drink and soft music?"

"This is a first, actually," I said. 

"You should take advantage of it," Meghan said. "Kiss her; love her; she needs it. We both do."

Meghan lay her head on my shoulder as we moved slowly to the music, our feet doing good to turn a gentle circle on the floor. I inhaled deeply and pulled Meghan against me, kissing her hair.

I don't think either of us heard Jenifer walk back into the room. She walked up behind me and slipped her arms around my waist, laying her head against my back, moving her hands up my chest, the back of her fingers brushing against Meghan's breasts. 

I felt Meghan sigh as Jenifer's hands extended their contact with her. Both women seemed to relax as we continued to move together, and for a moment, I could swear I felt Jenifer deliberately brush her hand across Meghan's breast.

The song ended. The next one that cued was enough of a different tempo that it broke our mottled rhythm, and I felt Jen's hands slip from me as she kissed my back. Meghan stopped moving as well, leaning up to kiss me.

"Thank you," she said. 

Jen moved over to the stereo, asking me the name of the CD playing. I told her what it was, and she hit the skip button several times, going to another tune she recognized.

"Would you refill my glass?" she asked. "Just some pineapple juice, though?"

I grabbed up her glass and headed to the kitchen. A moment later, I walked back into the living room. 

The two of them were holding each other, Jen's arms around Meghan's neck, Meghan's around Jen's waist. It seemed like a good time to take my own break, so I sat Jen's glass down as I passed through the living room. 

I came back into the living room as the next song cued. Jen and Meghan separated; Jen reached for her glass; Meghan pushed past me. As Jen turned her glass up, she held her hand out to me. 

"My turn," she said, setting her glass down. 

Jenifer pulled herself to me, sliding her arms around my neck as my hands found her waist.

"I won't break," she said. "Hold me like I'm yours."

She said the last words as she looked up at me. I leaned down and kissed her. It was soft, tender, and then she laid her head on my shoulder.

Jenifer melted into me as I pulled her to me. Her blouse was untucked, and as I ran my hands up and down her back, my fingers passed over where her bra strap should have been.

"I took it off," she said. "I'm more comfortable now."

We continued to hold one another, moving slowly with the music. 

The next song started as Meghan walked into the room. For the first time, she appeared tired as well as relaxed. She walked up behind Jenifer, hugging her from behind as Jen had hugged me earlier. 

Jen inhaled sharply, clutching at me for a moment as Meghan embraced her. Meghan ran her hand up under Jenifer's hair, pulling it clear from her neck.

"What are you doing?" Jenifer asked, a soft smile breaking on her face.

"You know what I'm doing," Meghan said as she kissed Jen's neck.

"Mmmm." Jen's fingers pressed into my neck. 

Meghan continued to kiss Jen's exposed neck as the three of us remained molded together.

"She really likes this," Meghan said as she plied her open lips to Jen's neck.

"I do," Jen said, rolling her head to the side and tilting up to kiss me.

Meghan's hands moved up between us, and Jen inhaled sharply as Meghan groped her. A few moments later, she pulled Jen's shirt away from her shoulder, her lips traveling down Jen's newly exposed flesh.

Jen sighed as her fingers dug in to my shoulders.

Meghan stopped kissing on Jen and put her arms around her again, pressing herself into Jen. As one song ended and another began, Jen lifted her arms from around my neck and turned her body inside my arms, turning to face Meghan. The two of them embraced and I found myself holding my sister in a tempting position. 

I dipped my head and kissed Jen's shoulder. Jen's arm came back, and her fingers plowed into my hair as I continued to kiss her.

Suddenly, Meghan hugged Jen tightly and kissed her on the cheek.

"It's getting really late," Meghan said. "I think we should call it a night. I know I need to."

"That sounds like a really good idea," Jen said.

"You two can take the bed," I said. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"No," Jen said, turning to where she could see Meghan and me. "Kyhl and I'll take the bed. You don't mind sleeping on the couch, do you?"

Meghan looked like she was a little surprised. I know I was.

"No," Meghan said. "That'll be fine."

I went to get sheets for the couch while the women carried our glasses and everything else to the kitchen.

A couple of minutes later, Jen was putting the sheets on the couch while Meghan got ready for bed. I was in the kitchen cleaning up the last few things when Jen walked in and stood next to me.

"You don't mind sharing the bed with me tonight, do you?" she asked. She ran her arm through mine and kissed my shoulder. "It'll be like when we were kids."

I looked down at her as I closed the kitchen cabinet. Her blouse was unbuttoned down to just below her breasts and the cloth hung open just enough to afford me a generous view of her cleavage. It wouldn't be just like when we were kids. Back then, we'd been, well, kids. Now it was different.

"It'll be fine," I said.

We walked back in to the living room as Meghan came out of the bathroom, pulling her pajama top closed to button it. I turned off the stereo and most of the lights as Jen went to get ready for bed.

"I'm sorry," Meghan said. "Everything just caught up with me suddenly and I'm just out of energy."

"Don't worry about it," I said. 

It was almost two in the morning. Going to bed was completely sensible and probably a really good idea given both the late hour and all of the drinking we'd been doing. At the most, we were all buzzing pretty good, but we'd still feel the effects in the morning.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay on the couch?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "I'll be fine. Jen, on the other hand..."

"What about her?"

"Nothing," Meghan said. "She's just had it hard for a while, and... just be good to her. I know you love her. Just be good to her."

Jen walked back into the living room, still dressed.

I said goodnight and headed for the bedroom.

"I'll be there in a minute," Jen said.

I got ready for bed and turned back the covers. Jen walked into the bedroom as I pulled my shirt off. She pushed the door closed behind her and leaned against it as she looked at me. I tossed my shirt onto the chair in the corner as Jen walked to the bed and flopped down on it.

"Are you going to sleep in your clothes?" I asked.

Jen tossed her hair out of her face as she pulled a pillow under her head.

"No," she said, rolling over. "I'm not going to sleep in my clothes. Are you?"

Her blouse was skewed on her torso, baring her belly. Fingers struggled to find unfasten her jeans and grab hold of her zipper. Finally, with an oscillating metallic buzz, she tugged her zipper down.

I managed to get my pants unfastened and unzipped, suddenly aware of my semi-erect cock forming a conspicuous bulge in my boxers. As I began taking my pants off, I looked over at Jen, who was watching me with one hand stuck down into the front of her open jeans. I tossed my pants over with my shirt as Jen giggled.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said, pretending to be serious and failing miserably as she giggled again. "It's just nice to know I'm not the only one that enjoyed dancing like that."

I turned down the lamp and crawled onto the bed as she lifted her hips and began pushing her jeans down her legs. When they were past her knees, she fell back and began kicking her feet trying to get them the rest of the way off.

"You could help me," she said.

I crawled to the foot of the bed and Jen raised her feet. I pulled the legs of her jeans and they slid the rest of the way off. As I turned back toward her, Jen still had her feet in the air. She spread her legs and threw one around me, hooking her ankle behind my leg.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Come here to me," she said, trying to draw her leg toward her, pulling against me. She reached a hand out to me, beckoning.

I leaned forward, my hands falling to the bed on either side of her to support me as I leaned over her. Her hands grabbed my arms, pulling me closer. I fought to keep my balance, to keep from falling on top of her. Jen hooked her other ankle behind me, trapping me against her.

"You made me wet," she said as her fingers ran up my arms, past my shoulders and down to my chest. "And then we started dancing."

"Jen,..."

"Kiss me again," she said.

I dipped my head and kissed her. Soft, affectionate.

She looked up at me hovering over her. She looked down between us and my eyes followed her gaze. I don't think we were looking at the same things; my eyes locked on her crotch, her panties stretched across her sex, the cloth visibly damp, even in the soft, low light delivered by the lamp. She shifted her body and a glint of something shiny caught my eye. Refocusing, I saw it. She had a small, simple gold stud piercing in her belly button.

I reached down between us and ran my fingers across it.

"I have another one," she said. 

Jen raised up enough to pull her shirt up about her, unfastened the rest of her buttons and pulled her shirt to the side, exposing her left breast to me. A small, simple hoop earring ran through the nipple, holding the semi-erect bud of flesh up for inspection. She reached down and took hold of my hand, pulling it up to her chest, placing it over her breast. With her hand still atop mine, she leaned up to kiss me, then moved her hands to grasp me again.

Her kiss was a question. Quick, inviting.

I moved my hand from her breast to her side and rolled onto my side, pulling her with me.

"When did my little sister become such a good looking woman?" I asked, looking down at her and then back into her eyes. 

Her blouse lay open, exposing her chest, and her breathing was rapid.

"If you'd been paying better attention when we were at college together, you'd know the answer to that question," she said. "There were nights back then that were a lot like tonight. We'd sit around and relax together. It was so warm and comfortable." 

Her leg rubbed mine as she leaned forward and kissed my shoulder and then my lips.

"There were so many nights I went home really horny," she said.

I knew much of that could be contributed to margaritas, daiquiris or a few select wine coolers that she liked. I'd seen the look in her eyes back then, tried hard to ignore the hard points of her erect nipples pressing against the cloth of her shirt. I wasn't supposed to notice that, was I? That my sister was aroused? I wasn't supposed to find that exciting, and yet, it had excited me. I knew what she looked like in her bikini; I'd seen her in her underwear. Once, when I'd been really buzzed, I'd almost touched her, but stopped short. 

That was then. Tonight was different. 

"Tonight I am home," she said, tilting her head toward me.

I pulled her to me, sliding my hand down her back to cup her ass. Jen sighed as she snuggled into me. I kissed the top of her head as I ran my hand down along her thigh. Her leg lay across me, and I knew she could feel my cock getting hard against her. She pushed herself up, bringing her lips to mine.

Her mouth molded to mine as she breathed against me and I brought my hand up her body, cupping her breast, rubbing my thumb against her distended nipple.

"Unhh." Jen moaned, sighed and smiled all at once and she giggled again as she fell against me. "Did you feel Meghan grab me earlier? I was already wet and then she started kissing on me and grabbed my tits."

I kissed Jen's lower lip.

"I'm still wet," she said, "and you're making it worse."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'll stop."

"No," she said, clutching at my hand, holding it in place against her breast. "Don't stop. I'm so hot and wet right now. I want to cum. I need to cum."

Her hand slid down between us as she moved her leg. She flattened her hand against my belly and slid it under the waistband of my boxers, pulling them up and freeing my cock. She pushed my boxers down as far as she could and then she sat up. She grabbed hold of my boxers with both hands and tugged, working them down off of my hips.

"Jen," I said.

"I want to see your cock," she said. "You got to see my tits."

She thrust her chest at me to emphasize her point and then resumed pulling on my boxers. I yielded to her tugging effort and raised my hips; a moment later I was naked with my little sister laying back down beside me.

Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and stroked up and down.

"You want to cum, too," she said. "I can feel it."

I cupped her face with my hand, lifting her chin and kissing her. Her mouth was open and I slipped my tongue against her parted lips, thrusting into her mouth as her fingers loosened and slid down to cup my balls before moving back up to grasp my cock again.

"Jen," I said, "we should be going to sleep. You should be getting dressed for bed so we can go to sleep. Where are your pajamas? I'll help you get dressed for bed."

"I'm not going to wear any pajamas," she said. "I want to sleep naked next to my big brother."

She released her hold on my cock and put her hand at the back of my neck, pushing herself up as she did, arching her back to thrust her chest up at me.

"Kiss me like you were earlier," she said. "Kiss my neck and my shoulder..."

I planted my lips on her collar bone and moved to her shoulder as she pushed herself up a little more. As I continued to plant kisses on Jen's exposed skin, I put a hand on her hip, moving it around to caress the small of her back and then down to caress her ass.

"Touch me," she said, her voice raspy. "I'm so wet."

I continued with what I was doing until suddenly, Jen moved, almost rolling over, grabbing my hand and shoving it between her legs, pressing my hand against the cloth covering her pussy.

"Unhh." Jen moaned as she pressed my hand against her pussy.

I leaned my head down and kissed the top of her breast, licking gently at the soft flesh.

"Yes," she said, still holding my hand against her. "Suck my nipple."

I looped my tongue around the raised bud of flesh, flicking the ring. Jen inhaled sharply. I opened my mouth and sucked her nipple in and she moaned, her fingers digging into my hand.

I let her nipple slip from between my lips as she let go of my hand. Jen threw herself sideways, rolling away from me, shrugging her shirt from her shoulders.

"Jen?"

She flopped against the bed, her hands hidden from view as she writhed against the mattress.

"I want you to make love to me," she said.

"What?" I asked.

She turned her head to me.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"Yes, Jen, you know I love you," I said.

"Make love to me," she said. "Help me cum. Kiss my neck, my back and my shoulders; caress me."

"I don't understand," I said. "How will that...?"

Her left hand darted out from underneath her, pushed her hair back and grabbed hold of my hand.

"When you kiss me," she said, "I can feel it. I can feel your love for me every time your lips touch me. And right now, it just makes me feel warm all over."

Jen turned her head back over as her legs continued to move. I put a hand in the middle of her back, rubbed gently and leaned down to kiss her. I felt her raise her hips and move her hand downward. My hand ran down across her ass as she began to pleasure herself.

"Take them off of me," she said. "Take my panties off of me."

I wasn't going to be able to do this laying down. I sat up on my knees, hooked my fingers into her waist band of her panties and began to tug. She raised her hips and I pulled them down to her thighs, the cloth rolling up in my fingers as it bunched up, wet, damp with her arousal. I pulled them from her feet and dropped them on the floor. 

There I was, naked, on my bed, my cock hard, looking down at my sister, also naked, aroused, masturbating, wanting me to make love to her. Without even realizing I was doing it, I found myself stroking my cock. Stroking my cock, hard with desire for my sister.

Jen was looking up at me, through the strands of hair that again covered her face. She smiled.

"I want to feel you on top of me," she said, " kissing me."

I began to move back up the bed, and I shuffled my knees along the mattress, Jen spread her legs, splaying herself across the mattress, sliding one of her legs between mine, inviting me.

I leaned over her, one hand on the mattress by her ribcage, the other on the back of her leg, moving up her body, squeezing the resilient flesh of her ass cheek. I sat back on my feet and bent down, squeezing her ass with both of my hands. I planted my lips square on the cheek of her ass, nipping at her gently. 

"Mmmm," she purred. "Does this mean I can tell you to kiss my ass and you'll do it?"

"Only if when you're naked or willing to get that way," I said.

I leaned forward, kissing my way up her back, lowering myself against her as I moved closer to her shoulders.

"Mmmm." Jen moaned and flexed her hips as she continued to pleasure herself. 

My cock brushed against the back of her leg, nearly in contact with her ass, as I kissed her shoulder. Jen raised her hips, pressing her ass up against me. I reached around her, my hand low on her belly. My fingers brushed downward, finding smooth skin and finally, a small patch of hair. My fingers bumped into the base of her hand as she pushed her palm down on me.

"Unhh. I'm so close," she said. "I want to cum."

"Cum, Sis," I said. "Make yourself cum."

"I want you to cum, too," she said. "Don't you want to cum, too?"

"Yeah," I said, drawing my hand up her body to caress her breast. "I want to cum, too."

"I want you to cum," she said. "Ohhh." She moaned as I pulled on her nipple. "I want to you to cum with me. I want to make you cum with me." 

I leaned all the way forward, my body almost on top of hers as I kissed her neck, my erection pressing against her ass cheek as I made near full contact with her. I pulled on her nipple again.




My Sister's Deception



"Is that what you want?" I asked, nipping her earlobe with my teeth.

"My pussy is so wet," she said as she writhed on the bed. "Cum with me. I want to feel you cum with me."

I rolled part of the way off of her, drawing my hand around her body to squeeze her ass.

"You should be spanked," I said.

"I should," she said, almost out of breath, "but not tonight. Not with Meg in the next room."

My cock was absolutely throbbing now. I was oozing pre-cum from the head.

"You're so fucking sexy, Sis," I said. "Beautiful ass, nice tits. I'll bet you've got a sweet little pussy, too." 

I rolled back on top of her, kissing my way across her shoulders, my cock pressing against her ass.

"Your cock," she said. "It's so hard... is it hard for me?"

"Yeah," I said. "For you. You've got me hard. Laying there, playing with yourself, making yourself cum. Telling me you want me to cum, that you want me to cum with you."

"Yesss," she said. "I want to make you cum. I want to make your cock explode."

I ran my hand down past her ass, down between her legs. My hand covered hers and I pressed it against her, feeling her shudder with the extra pressure against her sex.

"Ohhh... You're gonna make me cum," she said. One hand appeared from under her and grabbed at the mattress.

"Cum, little sister," I said.

"Ohhh..."

"Cum for me," I said. 

"I'm going to," she said. "Touch me. I want you to touch me."

I shifted position again, laying almost on top of her, my cock pressing against her ass. I took hold of my cock and rubbed it against her.

Jen looked over her shoulder at me as she rolled her body. She reached behind her as I massaged her ass cheeks. She ran a finger through the head of my cock, pulling pre-cum off on her finger tip.

"You want me, don't you?" she asked, bringing the finger to her lips and licking it clean.

"I do," I said, taking my cock in hand and pressing it down between her legs, finding her wet, swollen sex.

"Yesss," she said. "Touch me with your cock. Put your cock inside me and fuck me. Fuck your little sister." 

She rolled back against the mattress, yielding as I pulled her up to me.

The sensation of her hot, wet pussy against my cock was instantly electric for both of us. My body jerked with anticipation as the head of my cock passed through the outer folds of her pussy, suddenly slick with her wetness.

"Fuck me," she said, pushing her ass back against me. "Fuck your little sister's pussy."

I centered the head of my cock in the opening of her sex and pushed slowly into her, stopping my forward motion when I was resting against her ass.

"Damn, your pussy feels good," I said. I slowly pulled back, sliding my cock almost all the way out of her.

"Fuck me," she said. "Make me cum on your cock."

It was almost too much. We'd been tap dancing all over the forbidden line long enough that both of us were about ready to burst. That, along with the excitement of doing the unmentionable, combined to put me close to the edge quickly.

As I thrust into Jen's pussy, I felt her reach beneath me and stroke my balls.

"They're so hard and full," she said. "Are you gonna cum in me?"

"That's what you want, isn't it?" I asked. "You want me to fuck you and cum in your pussy?"

"Yesss... ohhh... fuck me... harder... faster..."

I kept the same, slow pace. She was feeling the same thing I was. That special tingle that tells you climax is close, tempts you to hurry, threatens to rob you of the building pleasure of patience.

And then I could feel it beginning. 

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

Jen's pussy muscles began to contract and spasm. The immediate effect on my cock was fantastic. I held on to Jen's hips and began to thrust harder, slowly picking up speed.

"Ohhh... fuck me... fuck meee..."

Jen began pushing back against me erratically, throwing my rhythm off.

And suddenly, it didn't matter.

The pleasure that had been building consumed both of us, and it became impossible to tell how much I was thrusting into her versus how much I was pulling her onto me with her hips. 

My cock spasmed, my cum jetting out of my cock and into her pussy as I continued to thrust into her, the motion quickly becoming nearly impossible to detect as I ground against her. Jen went limp, and I remained inside her only by holding on to her. 

Slowly, I lowered both of us to the bed. Jen and I were both still breathing hard.

She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her lips.

"Still love me?" she asked.

"Always, Sis," I said. "I'll always love you."

I reached down to grab for the top sheet to pull it up over us.

She was looking at me as I lay down beside her again. She rolled over, a wanting look on her face.

"I want you to hold me," she said.

I wanted to hold her.

Jen crawled into my arms, her breathing settling rapidly as she drifted off to sleep. Just at the edges of dream-world, she caught my hand in hers, pulling it to her chest. My hand formed a cup around the outside edge of her breast.

And we both went to sleep, in search of much needed rest.