4 comments/ 152117 views/ 20 favorites Brother, Sister, Husband, Wife Ch. 01 By: velvet hammer Author's Note: This is Part 1 of a story I attempted to write from the point of view of the three main characters, all speaking in the first person. I'm grateful to my editors, Angry Barcode and slutkimmi for their assistance. I'd be pleased to know if you, the reader, think I am successful in this endeavor. This is a work of fiction, the events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are over the age of eighteen, at every point depicted in the narrative. - Velvet Hammer * My name is Bill. I'm thirty-five, and I've been happily married to my wife Sherry for ten years now. Just recently, however, I've finally accepted that I'm totally in love/lust with my own sister, Erica. This is the story of what transpired within our marriage when Erica came to stay with us over the holidays. I'm quite sure Sherry suspects something, but there's no way she has any idea just how far Sis and I have gone in the past. In any case, all of us just avoid talking about it. It really all started years ago when Erica and I were both still teenage kids. Although she was older than me, we were very close. Erica would change clothes with her bedroom door open. Our rooms were across from each other and when our doors were open I could see straight in her room. It seemed that Sis always waited till I was in my room to do this, and it was obvious that she knew I could see her. At her young age Erica was slim and beautiful with long, blonde, silky straight hair. Almost fully developed at the time, she looked like Heidi Klum, complete with fabulous tits and a nice round ass. She was absolutely gorgeous and so of course I looked. Sometimes when Erica changed her clothes she would just run around her room naked for a long time. Our parents always seemed to be out shopping or something when she did this. The thing with Sis soon transferred to the bathroom. She started having to use the bathroom when I was taking a shower or a bath. I would pull the shower curtain across but it was impossible to close it all the way. It was open just enough for Erica to look at me through the mirror while she brushed her teeth or did her hair. It was totally obvious Erica liked looking at me naked in the shower, so eventually I started to put on a show for her while she watched. I would clean my cock and balls extra well. One morning she was topless, so I started stroking myself to the sight of her young breasts. Erica smiled her approval as I stroked my hard cock into a fistful of suds, so I went for it. I started making these grunting and moaning noises as I got close to cumming. It was fun to share this with my sister. Things went on for about six months. Then, one day after doing her usual thing in her room, taking her clothes off and showing herself off to me, Erica walked into my room stark naked. This drove me crazy, and I jacked off after she left the room. One time after letting me watch her undress in her room with her door wide open, Erica walked in my room again. This time I couldn't wait for her to leave; I ripped my clothes off to show her how badly my huge, raging boner needed to cum right then and there. Erica's eye's went wide when she saw my hard cock pointing right at her naked body. "Lie down, brother, let me help you with that," she smiled. Then she sat on the side of the mattress right next to me and put her soft hand on my hard, hot tool. I couldn't believe how beautiful my sister looked just then. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off her beautiful body; her perfectly formed breasts, the small triangle of golden fur at the juncture of her thighs, the curves of her body from her impossibly narrow waist to the roundness of her wide hips. For some reason I couldn't stop looking at her lovely, round breasts; they poked almost straight out with the incredible firmness of a young woman's breasts, they were perfect in every way. Erica's lovely nipples seemed to be looking right back at me as I stared in wonder. It didn't take long until I spurted loads of hot cum all over her wrist and hand. After that it became an almost regular thing. Erica would sit there naked and smile while she stroked my cock. She had the most incredibly gracious look of giving on her face, like she somehow received pleasure herself, simply from the act of jacking me off. One time Erica jacked me off every night for a week. She would always giggle and laugh when I came, spurting hot cum all over the place. Then she'd leave my room and go get dressed. I didn't feel guilty about any of this at the time, and I don't now. We were kids, it was the kind of thing that goes on between kids. Besides, it's not as if we were doing it or anything. That would have been wrong, and dangerous, besides. We were just fooling around. My sister is still very beautiful, and right now she's staying with us for the holidays. I don't know if it's my imagination or not, but she seems to keep giving me this nasty little grin. It's like she likes to tease me. Since Erica's been at our home it's like she's has been giving me little "peeks". She wears these short skirts and I'm always wondering if she's wearing anything else, underneath. My wife's work schedule keeps her gone a lot and Sis and I end up by ourselves alone at home. Erica always seems to spend a lot of time lounging around in her pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. There's this white silk mini kimono she wears, and it's obvious she doesn't always wear a bra. I always look to catch a glimpse as she's leaning over. That and the sight of her round butt under the short, short hem of her mini kimono when she's walking around the house; of course it's driving me nuts. The other day I encountered Erica in the hall after she got out of the tub, she walked past me in just her towel. Moments later Erica appeared in the living room wearing her slinky, silky mini-kimono robe. Erica sat down on the couch across from me and began painting her toenails, so it was completely natural that she had one leg up. I couldn't help but notice the tiny, tight pair of panties she had on; those tiny, short type they call 'boy shorts' that are so popular these days. Sissy was basically offering me a perfect cameltoe shot of her cooter, completely outlined in the thin material of her almost sheer panties. I couldn't help getting a hard-on just sitting across the room talking to her. I mean, her panties were so tight and translucent they looked like they were just painted on. After Erica got up and went to her room I had to go and jack off. I knew Erica was listening at the door while I did this, I could see her feet in the light coming beneath the door. I know she is my sister but it's like she has this power over me. It's like she can make me do that any time she likes. All I want now is for the situation to open up. I would like Erica to let my wife "accidentally" see her naked. In my fantasies my sister is lying out naked and fingerfucking herself for me while Sherry sucks my cock. Hell, I'd be satisfied with just jacking off while my sister and my wife played with themselves and each other. Oh, how I would love that. I'm quite sure Sherry suspects something, but there's no way she has any idea just how far Sis and I have gone in the past. In any case all of us just avoid talking about it. I know that I'll love everything about my sister and lust for her for the rest of my life, and for this reason I don't feel there's anything wrong about the way I feel, these forbidden wants and desires . . . To be continued . . . Brother, Sister, Husband, Wife Ch. 02 Authors Note: This is Part 2 of a story I attempted to write from the point of view of the three main characters, all speaking in the first person. I'm grateful to my editors, Angry Barcode and slutkimmi for their assistance. I believe the story should be read in sequence as it was written. This is a work of fiction, the events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are over the age of eighteen, at every point depicted in the narrative. * Erica's Story I guess I want to start out by saying that I like jacking guys off. It started when I was very young. One day I walked over to my girlfriend's house, but when I got there my girlfriend's brother said she had gone to the beach with her mom. He was playing pool with two of his friends and smoking weed, and I ended up getting really fucked up. They started talking about sex and stuff and then one of them dared me to fuck them. I said, "Hell, no!" but they kept on till I agreed to give them all handjobs. The thing with my baby brother started happening around this time, shortly thereafter. It was one of those things that just sort of happen; it's what siblings do. I know he still thinks about it and remembers, I know he's always horny as hell. I just don't talk about it and I think it's something we should forget about. Now I'm almost forty and I still love to jack guys off. I think it's a control thing; I've kept a lot of guys happy that way, on dates . . . no fucking or nothing else, just handjobs. I love my family with all of my heart and I'd do anything for them. However, I have been hiding a secret from everyone, and I'm not sure how much longer I can do this. After I left home I had a boyfriend, we were living together for a while. Then he cheated on me at a Chinese massage parlor. I know what goes on in those places; it's called a 'happy ending'. It occurred to me that those massage parlor women get paid good money for jacking guys off. Well, I like jacking guys off; here was a good way for me to get revenge on my boyfriend. The rest, as they say, was history. They liked me at the massage parlor. As you can imagine, I was very popular. You know, a fair blonde amongst all those Oriental girls. Incredibly enough the girls weren't jealous or mean or anything. It was like they were enchanted by my looks, and they were very friendly. When I say friendly, I mean the Chinese girls were VERY friendly; during my time at the massage parlor they taught me that sometimes the company of women is preferable to the company of men. The Oriental girls referred to this way of pleasure as 'lady love'. The only discord my presence seemed to cause was the eager competition amongst them to share 'lady love' with me. I worked as a 'masseuse' for a year, until the boyfriend and I inevitably split up. Then my motivation for being part of the sordid massage parlor scene died; payback was no longer an issue. So I moved up in the world and signed on with an upscale escort agency. I've been working as a high-class escort ever since. The money is nice, but it's honestly not about the money. I like the feeling of being needed, of being desired. My family lives in another state, and I've never felt like they've truly needed me before. With my clients I have my four regulars and I sleep with them each at least once a week. They are all married, professional men between the ages of thirty to fifty. The benefit of being upscale and knowing my clientele is I can treat them right, give them the "full girlfriend experience". There is one client in particular, however, that I've come to truly care about. I love seeing him every week. He was my first client, and also the youngest, and he really means a lot to me. He buys me all kinds of gifts, takes me on business trips with him, romantic dinner dates, etc. With him it's not all about sex. I'm in love with him and I know he feels the same way. We've even talked about getting together. He's willing to give up his family for me on the condition that I quit escorting. I'm very confused and I'm not sure at all what to do. I'm torn between my client and The Life. My family thinks I'm as pure as the wind driven snow. I think I'd like to go with the guy, but if I did that I'd be falling for one of my 'business fucks', and I always told myself I'd never end up doing that. This was my state of mind when my little brother Bill and his wife Sherry invited me to come and stay with them over the holidays; a permanent case of the hornies and a state of confusion. For some reason it didn't surprise me at all the way things eventually turned out . . . Brother, Sister, Husband, Wife Ch. 03 Author's Note: This is Part 3 of a story I attempted to write from the point of view of the three main characters, all speaking in the first person. I'm grateful to my editors, Angry Barcode and slutkimmi for their assistance. I believe the story should be read in sequence as it was written. This is a work of fiction, the events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are over the age of eighteen, at every point depicted in the narrative. * I'm thirty-two, I am an attractive woman, and I know it. My husband is very good looking, a professional, athletic and very nicely hung, thank you very much. I know my husband loves me and worships me, but somehow I always think I have to prove something to him. I have low self-esteem. I think this is because I was sexually abused by my stepfather ever since I was a young girl. My husband doesn't know about the sexual abuse I went through, but it hasn't made any difference to our married life. I guess because I got used to my step-dad making me get him off sexually, this makes me willing to do anything to please my husband. And when I say anything, I really do mean anything. I think we have a pretty good married life. I try to do things most husbands only dream of their wives letting them do; I wear stockings and heels for him, I masturbate in front of him and talk all slutty, like, "Please fuck me? Please fuck my pussy?" I suck his cock, a lot, actually, sometimes to completion. I let him cum on my face and on my tits, just like the girls in the porno movies; it's no big deal for me. Then there's his sister, who's visiting us right now. Erica is gorgeous and has a nice pair of round, firm breasts that I know for a fact my husband likes to look at. I have pert pair of my own; they're not as big as Erica's but they're still in the C-cup league. I am nice looking, but next to my sister-in-Law even Cindy Crawford is a total dog. I work in the office of a family-owned company. I frequently go to work wearing these short, tight business suits, and I rarely wear panties underneath; nothing at all above my thigh-hi stockings. At first I did this because Hubby wanted me to. It turns him on, you know, letting him think his wife is such a slutty girl, but over time it started turning me on, knowing I turned everyone else on. I thought I loved my job, until this day anyway. I had to cancel out of a meeting to drive some papers out to a client at the airport because my boss the office manager forgot to give them to him. It was raining cats and dogs and there was a lot of traffic; the whole thing took me all day. After I got to the client at the airport I swung back around to the office and nobody was there but my boss. Well, we began a shouting match in his office, with me calling him everything under the sun. Then somehow I was caught in between the desk and him. He looked at me, lifted me onto his desk and kissed me. I was shocked, I didn't respond nor did I reject. I could feel him grappling with his hand down below between us. Then he pulled up my skirt and of course I wasn't wearing any panties. I asked what in the hell was he doing and he replied, "You're such a cockteasing slut all the time, well this time I'm really going to give it to you once and for all." Then he pulled out his cock. Well I couldn't protest too much because it occurred to me that the way I'd been dressing I'd been asking for it. He pushed his cock deep inside of me, with each thrust releasing pent up anger. Thinking I was somehow getting him back I would clamp down as hard as I possibly could onto his cock when he was deep inside of me and keep it this way until he had all but fully withdrawn. This was like some sort of muscle relaxation as the more he fucked me and the more I clamped onto his cock the more the rage was leaving me until I began orgasming - it had been such a long time since I had such a full vaginal orgasm. He shot off a huge load deep inside of me. I don't know why but I hopped off the desk and knelt in front of him in the most submissive position possible and I began sucking his cock - I guess I was overwhelmed. After worshipping his cock with my mouth he came again and I swallowed what I could. To this he put his cock back into his pants and began walking away saying "now don't ever speak to me like that again bitch, you'll take it when I want you to, 'cause I know you want it too!" I felt so cheap at that moment and that night when my husband came home he asked me how work went, and I told him that my fucking boss didn't give some papers to his client, so I had to go out to the airport and that I'd missed my big important meeting. Bill asked what that meant, me missing the meeting? I simply said, "Well, I guess you can put it this way; I have been screwed." Somehow, after saying that to my husband I didn't feel so shameful anymore. Just sleazy, but in sleazy in a good way. Brother, Sister, Husband, Wife Ch. 04 Author's Note: This is Part 4 of a story I attempted to write from the point of view of the three main characters, all speaking in the first person. I'm grateful to my editors, Angry Barcode and slutkimmi for their assistance. I believe the story should be read in sequence as it was written. This is a work of fiction, the events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are over the age of eighteen, at every point depicted in the narrative. * Somehow we made it through another year's holidays. Having Erica over turned out to be a good thing, she and Sherry got along well, and despite this weird vibe that was going down in the atmosphere around us things were just hunky-dory as far as I was concerned. Sis went back home without things ever coming to a head, if you know what I mean. Then a couple of weeks later I got a call from Erica. She wanted to pull up her roots and move back to our state. She said she missed the family, she liked the way we seemed to have everything going on in the old home town and everything. I was happy that Sherry was on with the idea; she and Sis seemed to get on like a house on fire, and naturally I was okay with the idea. We agreed to put her up for a while until she got her feet back on the ground. Well things seemed to pick up real fast from where they'd left off during the holidays. The other afternoon Erica was in the bath, and I had to go real bad. Finally I couldn't hold it anymore, so I told her, "I'm coming in! Just keep the shower curtain closed." But the shower curtain was open just enough and I could see Sis in the mirror. I could practically see her entire naked body, but it didn't look like she was looking at me. I finished pissing, then while I was shaking it I started getting hard so I started stroking myself to the sight of my sister's hot body. Just when I was about to cum my sister saw me! I got real embarrassed and quickly started trying to stuff my now-rigid cock back in my pants. But instead of getting mad, Erica said, "No, no, it's okay, it's okay . . . continue . . . " She let me jack off to the sight of her lying there, totally naked in the bathtub. She was holding her breasts, cuddling her breasts in one arm; her other hand went under the suds, between her legs, while she watched me "finish up". After this episode in the bathroom Erica said she didn't want to talk about it and that I should forget about it. Later, however, she began this habit rubbing up against me. She was playing it off like it was normal, but I know my wife considered what she was doing was totally inappropriate. Then one afternoon I was able to get off work early. I expected Erica to be at home; her car was in the driveway, but the house seemed empty when I called out. Then I heard some noises coming from the other side of the house. I wandered down the hall to investigate. Erica's door was open slightly. It was perfect; from where I stood in the darkened hallway I had a perfect view of my sister lying on her bed with her legs apart, naked but for a tiny pair of white silk panties. Her hand was between her legs; she was masturbating through her panties. I became instantly hard in my trousers as I watched Erica's fingers lightly brush across her nipples, already stiff and poking straight up. She played with her panties, pulling them tautly against the outside of her pussy, then slipped a hand inside them to stroke her lips. There was no way I could tear my eyes away from the spectacle playing out before me. I was peeping on my sister, but there was no shame involved; I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. I was transfixed into an almost trance-like state. It was like my feet were cemented to the ground. As I continued to watch, Erica removed her panties. Her fingers dallied over her clit as her other hand continued playing with her nipples. By now I had my hand deep in my pocket. I was fondling myself through my trousers as my sister played with her naked pussy, stroking her wet opening. Her body began moving as she rubbed her clit in small, fast circles. As Erica's excitement built up she grasped at the bedsheets beside her. Her fingers groped frantically amongst the sheets until she retrieved a vibrator; a slim, cream-colored plastic number. She used her sextoy to continue stimulating her pussy. Diddling her clitoris with one hand, she rubbed the buzzing dildo all over her wet pussylips and even probed her tight little puckered asshole, bringing herself to a wild climax. By now I was nearly cumming in my shorts. I guess it was the sound of the cloth moving as I stroked my pole through my trousers, or maybe it was the way I drew in my breath at the sight of my sister having an orgasm; suddenly Erica's eyes opened wide open and she looked me right in the eye! I was busted, standing there in the hallway playing pocket pool with myself. I abruptly stopped jacking off, naturally, but it was too late; my cock was spurting gooey stuff all over the inside of my pants. I sure as hell wasn't going to turn around and bolt out of there; that would be too obvious. But it was also obvious what had just happened; I had my hand in my pocket, holding my hard cock, looking right at her as she played with herself. Sissy just put her knees together and rolled her hips to one side. She didn't have a shocked or embarrassed look on her face or anything; she just smiled at me. She might as well have blown me a kiss, or given me a wink and a little wave goodbye. Brother, Sister, Husband, Wife Ch. 05 Author's Note: This is Part 5 of a story I attempted to write from the point of view of the three main characters, all speaking in the first person. I'm grateful to my editors, Angry Barcode and slutkimmi for their assistance. I believe the story should be read in sequence as it was written. This is a work of fiction, the events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are over the age of eighteen, at every point depicted in the narrative. * It wasn't even a week after being busted in the hallway that it finally happened. Sherry was at work; I'd been working the night shift. I can never sleep through the middle of the day after the night shift awoke, so I'll do anything to get myself to drift off. In this instance I awoke with a hard-on after sleeping for about an hour, so I decided to masturbate. Like, maybe it'll help me get back to sleep, right? I was stroking myself to the memory of my beautiful sister's naked body. Then, about halfway through, I became aware that someone was right outside my door; I could see shadows in the crack of light coming from beneath the door. I knew it had to be Erica. The thought of my dear, sweet sister listening in while I pleasured myself made my dick grow even harder, and I quickened the pace of my strokes. Then the door opened, and Sis quietly moved into the room. She was wearing her mini-kimono. In the dim light coming through from the half-open door behind her, the light-colored satiny material was practically see-thru. I could make the outlines of her naked body; her narrow waist and her fabulous hips, and of course her lusciously long legs, all the way from the floor up to her bare ass. "It's OK, brother. It's OK," she said, smiling graciously as she sat on the edge of the bed. The front her garment was undone, it fell open and my sister's luscious round tits were only partly covered. Then she put her hand on my cock. I was a little scared, to say the least, but the thrill of re-living our forbidden pleasure raced through my veins. The touch of her hand was cool and soft on my rod. I just lay back and let her gently stroke me. As her hand went up and down on my pole, the silky fabric of her robe fell away to fully expose her incredible tits. As I stared in disbelief at my sister's beautiful pair it was just like the good old days all over again. My sister's breasts are incredibly firm, unbelievably so for a woman of her age. And yet there they were in all their glory; poking straight out, capped by a lovely pink pair of impudent nipples. Her tits jiggled nicely in sync with her arm movements as her hand moved up and down on my pole. Erica smiled at me as she stroked me. With her lovely blonde hair falling all around her shoulders, she looked like an angel from heaven. Then Sis did something that I never expected in a million years. As she moved forward and bent over, I thought this can't be happening!!! And yet it was. I must have died a thousand deaths as my sister placed her velvety soft lips on the head of my hard, hot cock. Her mouth felt incredible on my cock, so warm and wet. Her hand was still stroking up and down my shaft; she was jacking me off into her mouth. My big sister was sucking me off! I could only look on in wonder; my absolutely beautiful, angelic sister was sucking me off! She sucked me and stroked me into her mouth until the head of my cock felt like it was going to explode. And yet, throughout the entire duration of Erica's fantastic blowjob, the taboo aspect of it all was in the back of my mind; I mustn't let myself cum in her mouth; there was no possible way I was going to allow myself to cum in her mouth . . . I tried as hard as I could to practice total penile control, but there was an almighty surge. She must have felt my dick grow larger in her mouth because she started to lift her face off my cock. Despite this, and despite my best of intentions, I suddenly shot off my first spurt right into her open lips! Bless her heart, Erica continued jacking me off while I came all over the back of her hand; there was glistening goo all over her lips and chin. Erica stroked me off until my dick was a deflated piece of meat. Then she looked up at me and smiled a naughtier smile this time, like we'd just been caught with our hands in the cookie jar or something. She lifted her free hand to wipe her face, then looked at all the cum on the back of her hand and kind of shrugged. Then she licked up a gob of my goo. While I looked on in absolute disbelief, my sister rolled her eyes as if deep in thought. Finally she spoke. "You need to eat more oranges," she simply stated. Then Sis looked down at my midsection. She looked at all the shiny jizz that coated her wrist and the back of her hand. She stood up, holding her hand carefully so as not to sling gobs of goo all over the place as she shrugged off her mini-kimono. She used the slinky garment to wipe her hands clean, then tossed it on the floor. For a moment my lovely, angelic sister stood before me almost as if she were striking a pose. Erica was utterly magnificent in her nudity, just as I always remembered her. Then she lay down next to me on the bed. At first we just held each other, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. I whispered how much I enjoyed being alongside her. Then she said she was so hot, so she lay back. Just like they say about Mount Everest, because they were there I started to kiss and suck her firm nipples. As I sucked her nipples, Erica began to roll around. She spread her legs. Then she placed her hand on mine and in a quiet whisper she implored me, "Please, Brother . . . please touch . . . my pussy?" My hand was shaking like a leaf as I moved it down her naked body, like I barely had power over it. But when I placed my hand on her hot little cunt I was in control again. Her seam was shut tight, but there was a smoldering heat coming from within. Her pussylips needed to be stroked and teased open. Her clitoris poked right up like a ripe lovebutton, so I began tracing my fingertips back and forth across it - I was tickling my sister's clit. Erica responded by moving her hips about. She threw her head back as she enjoyed the attentions of my mouth and fingertips on her nipples and clit. Then my Erica sighed, "Please, Brother . . . please . . . lick my pussy?" I didn't even balk this time. One last kiss to her nipples and I began moving my mouth down south, kissing my way down her firm, flat belly. When I reached her golden curls I took a deep sniff of her scent, then my face was on her bald quim. It was obvious we were way beyond the point of no return. As I licked her clit and sucked her pussy, Erica rolled around on her back, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. I got her off twice; I could tell because her sweet lovejuices flooded my mouth, twice. After about ten or so minutes of her total nympho behavior I was aroused again. Sis looked down at my hard cock, then back up at me. There was something in the look in her eyes that made me move back towards her, move my cock closer to her. She put her hand on it, put her fingers around it. Then she moved her hips and spread her legs out real wide. Her open, wet pussy was aimed straight at my hard, hot meat. "Go ahead, Brother," she whispered, eyes closed, "It's okay . . . it's okay . . . I want you . . . I want you to . . . put it in . . . Go ahead . . . fuck my pussy . . ." As I knelt between her thighs Erica held my cock and put the head right on her hot, wet pussylips. I was really hesitant; as the head of my dick pressed against her hot, pulsating vagina I only pushed in real slowly, so as to give her time to push me away. Instead of pushing me away, Erica made me give it to her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and she drew me fully into her wet pussy. Something came over me as she let me fuck her; the thought that I was fucking my own sister wouldn't leave my mind. I could no longer bring myself to enjoy the vision of Erica's beautiful naked body, for now I was defiling it. I couldn't bring myself to look down at what was going on, and for the most part Erica kept her eyes closed. Instead I just held on and enjoyed the feeling of my sister's incredible body moving beneath me, in sync with my thrusts. Even when I put my mouth on hers, we both kept our eyes closed. It was like we were both enjoying the pleasure of breaking taboo by putting the shame aside. Then Erica opened her eyes for a moment and as I caught her glance an unspoken agreement passed between us; we were committing the greatest sin. The thought pervaded my mind as my cock moved in and out of Erica's wet cunt: I'm fucking her! I'm fucking her! I'm fucking my big sister! Then I started fucking my big sister like an animal gone hogwild, and I could tell Erica was enjoying every minute of it. I felt the pressure build up in the head of my cock, but as I was starting to cum she asked me not to cum inside. Instead she had me cum on her tits while she held them up for me. That was just the first night. We did it again the next day, and then the next, and then it became a sort of a regular thing. Neither of us has ever spoken about what's going on. Brother, Sister, Husband, Wife Ch. 06 Authors Note: This is Part 6 of a story I attempted to write from the point of view of the three main characters, all speaking in the first person. I'm grateful to my editors, Angry Barcode and slutkimmi for their assistance. I believe the story should be read in sequence as it was written. This is a work of fiction, the events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are over the age of eighteen, at every point depicted in the narrative. * Spending the holidays with my little brother and his wife Sherry, I had time to do a little thinking, a little summing up about where I am in life, how I got to be where I am as a 37-year-old woman, and what I want to do with my next thirty-odd years. It occurred to me that my favorite client John (he's a John, right?) had no intentions of marrying me. That is, if he meant to marry me he would have by now. It's been years now, after all. And even if he ever did leave his wife and family to marry me, every day for the rest of his life he'd be looking at me and thinking about what he left behind to marry a whore. No matter how much he says he loves me, that would always be in the back of his mind. John wasn't ever going to marry me; it was obvious. Why should he, when doing so would mean giving up the good thing he's got going on? And if we weren't going to have a future as a married couple, then all I had to look forward to was becoming an aging hooker, and that's no future at all. If I ever was going to make something out of my life, other than The Life, now was the time to take the plunge. I'd managed to save up a tidy little sum over the years, and the family was so happy to see me when I came home over the holidays. It was mentioned on more than one occasion that I'd be welcomed with open arms if I ever wanted to move back to the old home town; it seemed like Fate was beckoning me. I am very attracted to women, of course, in addition to men. Like any hetero woman I love to have a good pounding every now and then, but I also love being loved by a woman. With a woman it's different. A woman is so soft; it's very erotic for me. I especially love to climax from oral sex. Like who doesn't? Eat me till I come, whew. Still, I wasn't on the prowl or anything the other day when something special played out at the house. My sister Sherry and I got to talking about sex. She knew I had boyfriends, but only suspected that I had been with girls. I admitted that I had. She admitted that she had thought about it, had wondered about it, and she mused that she just might want to try it sometime. Then there was this long quiet pause, so I just took a chance. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me right back. It was a nice straightforward kiss on the lips. Then another pause after those two kisses, and we looked away sort of embarrassed. Then we turned back for a nice long tongue kiss. I started to feel that hot feeling. My thighs, my pussy, started wanting. It was nice. We kissed some more. We were both breathing really heavy when she said she felt strange, like she was cheating on her husband somehow, but at the same time not really cheating. She started to cry. Sherry's reaction; her crying, that she thought he would be jealous, confused me. I told her that the thought of her with another woman, especially me, would probably turn him on. She surprised me by saying maybe she should have Bill to come in and watch us make out. That made me hot, and the idea of it somehow made her hot. Sherry was getting lost in the kisses. She took off her blouse, all she had on was this sheer, flesh-toned bra. She looked very hot in that. I sucked her nipples right through the sheer material, which she really enjoyed. She rubbed my head, stroked my hair, and never a word was said. She started reaching, searching for my panties under my skirt. I could feel her hands, clumsy in their unfamiliar territory, finding my moist panties and sliding fingers under the panties from below, finding my wet pussy. I was dripping wet, I wanted those fingers in me. Sherry's eyes were closed as I undid her jeans. I left on the thin bra with her nipples hard and pressing through the thin fabric. She looked so good. I slipped her jeans and panties off and down I went. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and shaved totally bald from the clit on down, a classic bald-as-a-billiard-ball quim, and she was wet and hot. I did it all to her; fingers, tongue, lips. Her hand on the back of my head all the while. Sherry finally pulled herself backwards. At first I thought she was pulling away, saying no, this has to stop, but she pulled me along to the bed where she sort of back crawled with her elbows onto the bed. I kept kissing and licking her as we all got onto the bed. My skirt was around my waist, my panties I had got rid of, and I just kept looking up at her, from the vantage point of her mons du Venus. She was so beautiful to me. I pushed her thighs wider apart as I sensed she was going to climax. I could feel her thrusting upward as my tongue went up and down her firm clitoris. She came in a series of quiet mewing sounds. I was just dying to orgasm and so I slid my pussy up her body. I was grinding my pussy into her body, her bra, her chest, until she hurriedly found my wet pussy with her mouth. I came very quickly. We both collapsed into the middle of the bed, and then for some reason we both laughed. I think the laughter was needed to cover some embarrassment. Sherry kept looking at me, like I think she was wondering if Bill would be mad or jealous when he learned she had just graduated to having sex with another woman, in this case his own sister. I just lay there with and closed my eyes, holding her close. Sherry stroked my face and tongue kissed me again, very long. Whew, that was a hot day. I wanted more time with her, but the afternoon was getting on and husband/brother was due in - the timing just wasn't right. I do want to make love with her again. Again and again and again, I just hope this doesn't get awkward. Whew! again. Brother, Sister, Husband, Wife Ch. 07 Author's Note: This is Part 7 of a story I attempted to write from the point of view of the three main characters, all speaking in the first person. I'm grateful to my editors, Angry Barcode and slutkimmi for their assistance. I believe the story should be read in sequence as it was written. This is a work of fiction, the events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are over the age of eighteen, at every point depicted in the narrative. * I'll be the first to admit that after being married for 10 years, our sex was, well, maybe getting a little stale. Over the past couple of years or so, my husband has been throwing some suggestions out there, nothing totally weird or anything. I mean, nothing I can't totally handle, and so for the most part I've been willing to go with his perverted desires. When Hubby indicated he liked me to wear sexy outfits, I was more than willing. Some women don't like dressing up in sexy lingerie for their husbands, they feel it's demeaning or something, but I never saw it that way. I mean, what's the big deal with doing it with thigh-high stockings and heels on, or a fishnet bodystocking for that matter? If that's what trips his trigger, I'm game. Hubby likes me to dress up sexy, no problem. Hubby likes me to talk dirty when we do it, so I got into the game with him. It excites him when I say things like, "Oooh yeah, honey, lick my clit!" when he's going down on me, or when we're just getting warmed up to lovingly whisper in his ear, "Oh, honey, I want to suck your cock!" Saying things like this seems to help encourage him, urge him on when he's working toward his orgasm and quite frankly I find it helps me to come, too. When he's grunting and groaning on top of me and I moan, "Oh baby, I want you to cum, I want to feel your cum," it has the effect of speeding up the tempo if you know what I mean. If I've already cum and I'm getting tired of waiting for Mister Manly to shoot his wad into me, all I've got to do is breathlessly whisper, "Oh honey, I want you to cum in my mouth, I want you to cum all over my tits!" He'll have it out and is squirting white stuff all over me in seconds flat if I say that for him. For the record, I don't actually like the taste of cum, but I've learned a thing or two from watching pornos with him; all you have to do is take a squirt or two over the tongue and then let it slobber out. The rest of it splatters all over the lips and chin, and doing this for him makes Hubby feel like Long Don Juan the Porno Stud or something. So I cater to his most perverted desires; I love him and I found it works for us. Everybody's got something and this is what we've got. But of course a man is never satisfied; if you give him an inch he wants a mile. Part of our game was for me to dress for him like I'm a total slutty wife. I cheerfully agreed to wear any and all clothing he chooses for me. His general rules are: panties are always optional and need not be worn, the only stockings allowed are thigh-highs and garters -- NO pantyhose. If I am wearing thigh-highs & garters, then no panties, and the hems of all my skirts are to be NO lower than six inches above the knee. I thought I had it all under control, though. I thought I could handle acting all slutty for him, and frankly I found the whole slut-wife thing quite empowering; you know, the whole open-minded modern woman bit, confident in her own sexuality. But we saw how going to the office with no panties worked out, and so on top of being a slut-wife now I'm the boss man's official office slut, as well. After the episode that happened at the office over the holidays, my boss called me into his office and told me there were going to be some changes around here for the New Year. He basically read me the Riot Act. He told me that since I work for him and he pays me AND we're fucking, that basically makes me nothing more than a whore. From now on, he told me, I am "to do what you are told, when you are told, exactly how you are told," or he would let everybody at the office know exactly what kind of a worthless gutter slut I am. There was a silver lining to this cloud, however. He said because he's willing to pay for what he gets in this world, I'm getting a HEALTHY pay raise, BUT this comes with a price: during office hours I am his and as such I must agree at all times to make my body readily available to him for use. I am expected to be subservient, submissive and totally obedient. And of course I am expected to cheerfully and willingly perform any and all sexual acts, including anal, when told to. (The anal thing doesn't phase me; I've let Hubby sling it to me 'back there' a couple of times, but quite frankly it doesn't do much for either of us.) Furthermore, he said, I am never to argue about anything with him ever again. He doesn't want to hear me complain about anything; cry, sob, whine or pout, sigh, moan, sulk, or otherwise show displeasure or unhappiness. He said "let me give you an idea of what it's going to be like from now on," and he pulled the lapels of my business suit open and undid my blouse. It all happened so fast, the way he threw out his conditions, and then the way he pulled my front wide open like that, that I didn't have time to even think of not cooperating. With a curt nod of his chin he said, "Undo it," indicating the clasp that held my bra together in front. My fingers were trembling badly at this point but I finally managed to undo the front clasp on my bra. I pulled my bra open and fully exposed my breasts to him. It was so humiliating to have to take this treatment, to have to stand there with my tits on display like that, yet there was nothing I could do about it; I felt completely unable to resist while he had his way with me. Then he said "now we're going to seal the deal," and he had me get down on my knees and made me give him oral sex. Actually, it was more like he was fucking my mouth; I was definitely on the receiving end in this episode. He cummed all over my exposed breasts, then made me do up my bra and button up my blouse and my suit jacket without cleaning up, so his cum would be on my tits all day long as a reminder of my subservience to him. This was so shameful and degrading, and yet I must admit that the total pervertedness of my new work situation is a turn on for me. In the middle of all this sexual madness my sister moved back in. She's moving back to the hometown after all these years. I like Erica a lot; I love her like she's my own sister, so I said sure, we'll put her up while she gets her feet back on the ground. Erica is incredibly beautiful and I love her a lot, but as far as I'm concerned she's a VERY dirty girl the way she's always flashing herself. She wears these low-cut tops, then always has a reason to lean forward, showing a LOT of cleavage spilling over the tops of her lace-edged barely-there bra. She doesn't seem to think I notice but it's kind of obvious the way she constantly seems to find reasons to bend over, giving my husband a free show up the short skirts she wears. At first I thought it was accidental but it definitely isn't. I mean, she's practically flirting with her own brother. It's totally inappropriate and being a man he can't help but glance over. I know he's checking her out and everything. As a result there was this incredible sexual tension going on at our place, but I thought I was on top of everything. I mean, I thought at this point in my life there's not a lot I couldn't handle. A wife always knows when her man is up to something, and it wasn't even a week after Erica had moved in that I detected a definite change in the vibes going down in the house. Something was DEFINITELY going on between that pair, but how could I possibly broach the subject? What do you say in a situation like this? It's one thing to ask your husband if he's having an affair, but, "Are you and your sister fucking around behind my back?" just isn't in the script. For my part it's like I said: I'm willing to do anything to please my husband. Let me just put it this way; Hubby has no reason whatsoever to complain about ANYTHING in the bedroom department. But how does a wife compete with her own sister? Especially a sister-in-law that looks like Claudia Schiffer and comes across like a dozen alley cats in heat? Well, Erica, it turns out, is bisexual, and it didn't take long before she and I got together in private. No problem there. I am not bisexual and up until that time I never had an experience like that in my life. It's my understanding this type of behavior is becoming more and more common amongst women these days, and is considered quite acceptable. I was a bit apprehensive at first, of course, but I was willing to try it. I didn't feel pressured into it or anything; making love to my sister was totally my choice and I found it quite pleasant and enjoyable. I honestly think Erica's seducing me was her way of making me OK with what's going on between her and her brother. That evening she made a point of putting her arms around me and giving me a fully open-mouthed tongue kiss, right in front of Bill. Then she turned to him and looked him right in the eye, as if to say, This is what we do now. Your wife and your sister are Lesbian lovers now. It's like she was letting on that I broke taboo with her, so who am I to say anything about their breaking taboo with each other? Hubby seems to be OK with us going off on this tangent, if that is what I want. And as far as him tagging his beautiful sister, I would rather be aware of who my husband is fucking than having him sneaking around behind my back with some diseased skank. As for the thing going on at the office with the boss, well I kind of got snookered into that. Anyway it's totally discreet and if we ever get caught what's he going to say? I don't think anyone is getting short changed in the deal. I mean, I'm certainly being well paid for the sex I put out at the office. And anyway Bill's fucking his own sister so what's the big deal with me fucking the boss? I'll be the first to admit what going on is weird. But it's something that happened, and so far none of us have mentioned a thing about it. Everyone seems to be handling it all very well, we just don't go around talking about it. Everyone involved seems to like their particular arrangement quite well, maybe too well. For lack of a better explanation, I just think of it as an unusual set of relationships in a particularly unusual marriage.