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My Sister Kelly

By: Bhogi



My name is Ashley. I just turned 18 years old. I have a 36C chest, a 21 inch waist, and 34 inch hips. I'm 5'2" tall and weigh 90 lbs. My hair is dark brown and hangs down to my shoulders. 

I realized I was bisexual, if not a lesbian, the other day in gym class. I don't know if I woke up on a the other side of the bed, or what opened my eyes, but I suddenly saw the girls at school in a different light. Tight, red short-shorts and spandex running shorts clinging to a nice ass were suddenly a turn-on for me, as well as nipples that show through the many sports bras I see in gym class. I felt my nipples getting hard as well, and my pussy started to tingle. I couldn't wait to get home. When I got there, I had to relieve my sexual stress immediately. My sister was supposed to be at her dentist appointment until 6:30 pm with our mom. I went straight to our room we share, shucked off my gym shorts, unsnapped my sports bra, and quickly slipped out of my thong panties. I lay down on the bed, on my back, spread-eagle, and plunged two fingers deep into my already moist pussy.

"Oooooh... yeah," I moaned. That's just what I needed, I thought to myself. Mental images of my friends at school naked in the showers popped into my head. I imagined kissing down their athletic bodies and licking their sweet pussies in the shower. I was about six minutes into it, just starting to find my rhythm, when my sister suddenly walked in!

"Kelly! Don't you know how to knock!" I yelled in surprise. Kelly has a body just like mine, and is nearly my identical twin, except that she wears her hair long.

"Ashley, I'm sorry. It's okay. I won't tell anyone. Wow! That is so sexy, please don't stop," she replied.

"Huh? You mean, you're okay with this? Do you... you know, masturbate when I'm not around?"

"Ash, I do it after you fall asleep. And those times when you think I have fallen asleep, and you start fingering yourself, I imagine that you are thinking of me... I think of you when I masturbate."

There was a silence. Not an awkward silence, but more like a quiet understanding. I gazed at Kelly, and she walked over to the bed, stripping along the way. She was naked in a flash, and quickly joined me on the bed. 

"Wait, let me lock the door. Turn on some music; Mom is cooking dinner-- tuna helper with garlic bread."

I reached over and turned the radio to a quiet jazz station. My lovely sister quickly returned, slid up between my legs and rubbed her tits on mine. 

"Ash, have you ever made it with another girl? Like Jenny or Teresa? I see the way they look at you sometimes."

"No, I haven't done anything. But I have seen them, together... going at it."

"You have! When?"

"During a sleepover we had last summer. It was really hot, but I wasn't excited then. Now that I think about it, I should have joined them."

"Wow! It must have been a sight. Who ate who first?"

"They ate each other at the same time."

"Sixty-nine?! I've come many times while imagining us together. Do you want to try it?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Kelly slowly lowered her lips to mine and we began our first lesbian sex session together. She darted her tongue out first, and I followed suit. We both moaned in unison. Kelly must have been anxious, because she started kissing my neck and moved down to my tits, sucking one and the other, swirling her tongue. She lingered only for a moment, then traveled her way down to my pussy and shoved her tongue in.

"Hey, swing your leg around, silly," I teased. "Together, remember?" Her sudden action took me by surprise.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I wanted a taste. Hehe."

She swung her leg over my head. Her clean, shaved pussy hovered over my face. Since Kelly was a virgin, her pussy held tightly closed. I had to taste her.

"Ooooh, yeah. Right there, Ash," she moaned.

I sucked on her labia, then began to swirl my tongue. After a few minutes, I concentrated on her clit, flicking my tongue quickly back and forth, then sucking it in again. Meanwhile, Kelly had her arms wrapped around my legs, spreading my lips and eating me so beautifully. We were two free spirits, enjoying each other's body and soul. Finally, Kelly came hard on my tongue, squeezing it tight. I licked her clean, savoring the taste. I came at the same time, quivering and shaking. We lay like that for some time, unable to move, lost in post-orgasmic bliss.

Finally I returned to reality, the soft sounds of Kenny G filling the air. My stomache grumbled. 

"Hey, sweetie, let's go get some dinner," I said to her.

"But I've already ruined it. I had dessert."

We both laughed and got dressed, and joined Mom in the kitchen.

My Sister, Kelly Ch. 01



Chapter One

For a moment, John Swain couldn't believe his eyes. He knew for a fact the painting in the background of the dirty picture on his monitor hung in Kelly's living room. Kelly, his younger sister by three years, was currently involved in a messy divorce and didn't need another problem to add to her woes. He shook his head in dismay and wondered what he should do about the photograph, if anything. 

He had obtained the photo from an amateur sex site on the Internet and had not noticed the painting until now, probably because the naked woman in the foreground appeared to be trying to swallow a rather large cock. He didn't recognize the man or woman in the photo, but he had do doubt the painting and the room belonged to Kelly. The painting was an expensive original and had been given to his sister by an ex-boyfriend, an art professor at the university. He also recognized the furniture. 

John sent the photo to his color printer.

Now he had to decide whether to make Kelly aware of the photo or remain silent. On the one hand, he didn't want her to know about his porno picture gathering habit; on the other, if she weren't aware of the photo she might need to know about it. One more possibility existed. If Kelly knew about the photo, she could have been the photographer. No, he decided, not likely. The culprit was probably her no-good husband, Jim. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more positive he felt Jim had taken the photograph. John had never liked the man, and the day Kelly tossed Jim out of her home a few months ago was one of his more pleasant days; except he felt sorry for Kelly because, at first, the failed marriage had devastated her.

John had secretly loved his sister since they were teenagers, and it wasn't merely a love of a brother for a sister; it was full-blown, gut-wrenching romantic love. He had never hinted to the fact to anyone, especially Kelly, and keeping his perversion to myself had not been easy a few times. The day Kelly announced her engagement to Jim and the day she married him were the two most frustrating days of his life, but he had kept my lips tight, muttered his congratulations and wished the couple happiness on both occasions when what he wanted to do was punch Jim in the nose and, like a caveman, toss his sexy sister over his shoulder and carry her away to his cave. 

He decided to drop by his sister's house and cautiously open the subject of the porno picture without showing her the photo, if possible. He didn't want to expose his affectation for dirty pictures. His little sister didn't love him like he loved her, but she looked up to him, and he didn't want that attitude to change.

Kelly answered the door, wearing cut off jeans and a t-shirt, sans bra. At twenty-four years old, Kelly was at the height of her beauty. Long, gorgeous legs, her best feature; hips still narrow like a teenager's; a small waist and perky breasts. Sexy! Her body made her sexy. Her face made her stunningly beautiful. With dark, sparkling eyes, strong, high cheekbones, lovely wide mouth and a pert nose, the face gazing at him from the doorway nearly took his breath away, as it usually did. That afternoon, she wore her lush auburn hair up into a ponytail, and her olive skin glowed. She had large, bulky rubber gloves on her hands, which she pulled off as she greeted him with a wide smile. Her smile made his knees weak and took his breath away. 

"John, what a pleasant surprise. Come on in. I was cleaning my house - again. It doesn't need much cleaning, but..."

"Sounds like you have time on your hands," he commented while trying to gain control of his wobbly legs and suck in air without gasping.

"Yeah, too much. I've been looking for a job, but haven't had much success yet. What brings you here? I don't need a shoulder to cry on anymore. I'm getting over the poor excuse for a human I married. Now I'm angry, and not just with Jim. I'm angry with myself. I should have known better than to get hooked up with the S.O.B. in the first place."

John chuckled he followed her into the house. "Well, my reason is a bit embarrassing and probably involves your soon-to-be ex. Was he into pornography?"

She glanced over her shoulder catching him ogling her backside, but she didn't appear upset at his leer and remarked, "Oh, yes! Big time! Jim had quite a collection of adult videos. He was always trying to get me to watch them with him. They were interesting, at first; some of them even turned me on, but soon their repetitive scenes and lack of plot bored me. Not him, though. Jim would watch them over and over again. Why?"

He decided to show her the photo and tell her a friend had given it to him because of the painting. He handed it to her.

She glanced and looked up at her brother while blushing. "Damn, John, this is dirty picture! Why are...?" 

"Notice the painting in the background, Sis."

Her dark eyes moved back to the picture. "Son of a bitch! That's my painting! My couch! Where did you get this?"

"Off the Internet. Do you know the man or woman?" He decided to be honest about the source of the photo. To lie and say a friend had given him the picture would have upset her further with the implication that others besides him were aware of the setting. 

She studied the picture and looked at him with pursed lips. "Yeah, both of them. I didn't notice their faces, at first glance." She appeared embarrassed when she realized what she had said. "They work in Jim's office. I'll kill the son of a bitch! Mary and Peter, too. Those are the names of the woman and man in the picture. I didn't realize she was such a slut. Damn! Damn! Damn!"

"Sit and calm down, Sis. I'm thirsty. Do you have iced tea in the fridge?"

"Yeah, help yourself. Fuck! I'm seriously pissed, John."

When he returned, she was still staring at the photo. 

"I'm sorry, Sis. Would you like an iced tea? Perhaps something stronger?"

"Yeah, a scotch on ice. Make it a double. You know where everything is. Damn!"

A minute later, he handed her a stiff scotch. She gulped and tossed her feet up onto the coffee table. "Thanks. I needed that."

"It's not all bad, Sis. You aren't in the picture."

"Yeah, I know. But I suspect Jim was the photographer, which means that blond, empty-headed piece of fluff he's fucking now isn't the only women he cheated with while we were married. He probably took his turn with her during the photo shoot with Mary."

"Well, you're rid of him. I just wanted you to know about the picture. It's floating around the Internet, but no one will connect the painting in the background with you unless they know you very well, and even then they'll probably miss it."

"Maybe. Probably. That's not the point, though. Jim used my house as the setting for porno pictures and no doubt fucked Mary, too. Damn! I feel violated all over again." 

"Well, to be honest, Jim's involvement is only an assumption on our part until we find proof."

"Not as far as I'm concerned; this is something he'd do. He's probably the person who posted the picture on the Internet, too. Damn! I want to know for sure, though. I'll have a talk with Mary."

"With the divorce pending, I think you should stay on the periphery, Kelly. I'll talk with the woman."

"Oh, okay." She studied the picture again. "My breasts are better than Mary's," she muttered.

"They certainly are. Of course it's difficult to judge. I haven't seen yours in all their glory, not since you were a teenager."

Kelly looked up at her brother and grinned. "Is that a request, Bro?"

What the hell? Why not? It was, after all, a favorite fantasy of his. "Well, it is the only way to make a proper comparison."

She shook her head and stared at her brother for a moment. When she took another gulp of scotch, ice tinkled - an empty glass. "How's your iced tea?" she asked as she pushed herself to a feet.

"I'm fine. No, I'll join you if you're making another for yourself. Make me a scotch, too."

She dropped ice in another glass and splashed a liberal amount of scotch in both tumblers. When she bent to hand him the drink, the front of her scoop-necked t-shirt fell forward. He couldn't see her nipples, but the top parts of her dark areolas came into view. He felt the beginnings of an erection. Kelly had a talent for giving him hard-ons. She started practicing at the age ten and had perfected the process by age twelve. He stopped resisting when she developed womanly curves and lost her baby fat.

She plunked down on the couch and picked up the photo again. "Peter's well endowed, larger than Jim from all indications."

"Not so large," John quipped, but had the humility to blush after making the statement.

"Oh, is that so. I'm beginning to wonder about you, Bro! First you ask me to show you my tits and then brag about the size of your tool."

He laughed. "You started the boasting, Sis, not me."

She snickered. "True," she said. "Do you make a habit of collecting pictures like this off the Internet?"

John blushed and stammered, "Uh, no. Maybe. That one caught my eye because of the painting."

"Yeah, sure."

"You have every right to boast, I might add," he said to change the subject. "And I don't need to see your breasts to agree with you. If memory serves me, yours are much prettier than the woman's in that photo."

She giggled. "Well, I'd need to see your...uh, tool to make a proper comparison between you and Peter."

"Sis! Are you suggesting I show you my dick?"

Laughing, she shook her head. "Not really. I'm just getting even."

"You're such a tease. When we were teenagers you teased me to distraction," he commented.

Another giggle. "I did, didn't I? I merely wanted to test my ability to attract a male. You were available and safe."

"Not so safe. I damned near jumped your bones a few times."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I never suspected. Give me an example."

He wondered where this conversation was headed, but decided to play along. "Okay. I remember one evening vividly. I was watching TV. The parents had gone to bed, but you joined me, reclining on the floor in front of me. You wore a t-shirt to bed then."

"Still do."

"And panties, usually."

"Gave that habit up," she quipped and took another sip of scotch. The liquor was starting to affect her.

"You must have changed the habit the night I'm talking about because when I glanced down, I saw your cute bare butt and all your other goodies, and they weren't covered by any panties."

Another giggle. "Did you see my pussy, Bro?"

He nodded and finished his drink. He wanted another, but he had a raging hard-on and didn't want to stand. Even sitting, his erection was visible. Standing would provide a shocking display. He remained on the sofa and tinkled the ice in his glass. Perhaps Kelly would take the hint. Instead, she eyed his crotch and grinned.

"Pour us another scotch, Bro," she said with a mischievous glint in her dark eyes.

"Ah, perhaps we should slow down with the booze."

"Darn, and I thought you were trying to get me drunk and have your way with me."

He laughed. "Now that's a pleasant thought, but I'd prefer you sober."

"John!" she gushed, acting shocked. She chuckled and then became serious. "Don't tease, Bro. I haven't had any sex for quite a while. I'm liable to take you seriously and shock you by accepting your teasing offer."

He licked my lips. "I'm not teasing," he said slowly and seriously, shocking himself with his boldness. It was the first time he had ever made a pass at his sister.

Her eyes widened momentarily, and she glanced furtively at his tented pants again. Raising her eyes, she studied his expression. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Very, Kelly. I've wanted you for as long as I can remember. You've been the subject of many masturbation sessions of mine, especially when I was a teenager, but images of you still flash into my mind when I become aroused." He wanted to tell her he loved her but feared she would think him perverted. He was perverted, but...

She blushed and looked away. "If we... We can't. Incest," she mumbled disjointedly, talking to herself. She gulped at her drink but found an empty glass once again.

John stood and held out his hand for her tumbler. "I won't tell anyone if you won't," he said as he took her glass. He poured two more liberal drinks and added ice to both glasses. Before he turned toward Kelly, he glanced down. His trousers bulged considerably and a wet spot was evident. His tool, as Kelly called it, had been leaking.

When he handed her the drink, she took it and nearly dropped the glass because her eyes had focused on the wet spot and bulge in his pants. He sat next to her on the couch, and the two of them sipped their drinks at the same time.

"Did you ever fantasize about me when you masturbated?" he asked pushing the issue.

"Uh-huh," her eyes kept moving from his face to his crotch and back again. She squirmed.

"Would you like to see it, make that comparison you mentioned?" he asked, amazed at his own words.

"No! John, I..." She glanced back down and suddenly smiled. "Yeah, show me the damn thing. I've wanted to see it like forever."

He grinned and a wave of happiness washed over him as he fumbled with his belt and kicked off his shoes. She gasped when he shoved his trousers and boxers to his knees and his hard-on flopped into view. It waved grotesquely in front of her. The purplish, bulbous head shined with moisture - sheeny pre-cum - and throbbed as blood rushed through it.

"Damn, big brother, you're big!" She licked her lips and raised her eyes to his. "May I touch it?" she asked in a little-girl voice.

"Of course."

She wrapped her dainty hand around the base and stroked it expertly. He groaned, pulled her to him and kissed her, not a sister-type kiss, either. He kissed her with passion. She moaned into his mouth and kissed him back. Boy, oh boy, did she ever kiss him back. His little sister was a world-class kisser, he discovered. She put her entire body and mind into the embrace. He had never been kissed so thoroughly before in his life. His cock throbbed in her undulating hand as she continued to kiss him, so he slipped his hand under the bottom of her t-shirt and moved it up onto her magnificent breasts. Her small nipples stiffened under his fingers as he tweaked and squeezed and fondled them.

They had to stop kissing momentarily so he could pull her t-shirt up and over her head, and then she helped me off with his shirt.

"Jim was a damn fool," he whispered taking in the sight of her gorgeous breasts.

"I know." Her eyes were glazed with lust, but a tinge of fear or worry remained on her expression. "What are we doing, big brother?"

"What we've both wanted to do for years, little sister," he mumbled as his mouth covered a stiff nipple.

"Uh, I'm...ah, damn, that feels good. Wait, John." She pushed at him. His lips smacked as they released her turgid nipple. "I want to, John. John, look at me."

"That's what I'm doing. God, you're beautiful."

"No, look at me. Look into my eyes."

He tore his gaze from her heaving breasts to her face.

"What about incest, John? You're my brother!"

Her hand continued to fondle his hard shaft. "I guess my aversion to incest isn't as strong as yours," he commented and groaned. Her busy hand had persistently increased his arousal.

Suddenly she noticed she had continued to stroke his cock and jerked her hand away as if it were touching a hot stove.

"But...It's wrong, John. We can't. I...damn!"

He sighed and leaned back on the couch, removing his arm from around her shoulder and his fingers from her breasts. "Look, Sis. I want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted any woman. But, I don't want you unless you feel the same way."

She eyed his hard-on and gulped. "Oh, I want you, John. You don't know how much and for how long I've wanted you. But..."

"Put your t-shirt back on, Sis," he said with resignation as he tried to stuff his drooling cock back into his pants.

"No, wait, John. I teased you. I haven't been fair. No fucking, not yet, maybe never, but..."

Her hand returned to his cock, and she slid away from him on the couch. He watched as her ponytail swung from side to side and her mouth surrounded the crown of his dick. She sucked and licked the bulbous head, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, taking about half his shaft into her wet, hot mouth. He groaned with pleasure. One of his favorite fantasies was in the process of becoming a reality. His gorgeous, sexy, little sister was giving him a blow job!

His cock hit the back of her mouth, and she swallowed. She didn't gag; she swallowed, and his cock slipped farther into her mouth. She gobbled on it again, and swallowed even more of its length, and repeated the action until her chin rested against his balls and her nose brushed his pubic hair. He gasped. No woman had ever taken his shaft completely into her mouth before! But Kelly had, and appeared to have accomplished the feat without undue effort. Her fingers fondled his testicles as she raised her head, licking and sucking his length as she moved up off of his hard-on.

She grinned up at him and smacked her lips when her mouth moved off his cock.

"You're good, Sis," he gasped. "Very talented."

"Thanks," she murmured and went back down on him. She took it all again and then bobbed up and down as she jacked off his cock with her hand at the same time. A few minutes later, she started to rhythmically rub the spot behind his balls connected to his prostrate, and he lost it.

"I'm coming, Kelly!" he shouted to warn her in case she didn't want to swallow his come. Instead of backing away, she intensified her efforts, and a split-second later he felt his balls lift and tighten, and his cock swelled up as sperm flew through his shaft and into her talented mouth. She gulped and swallowed each spurt so expertly not a drop escaped her mouth.

He sighed and relaxed and rested back on the sofa. John watched as his sister used her mouth to clean his cock, which didn't need much cleaning. He pulled her up and kissed her, tasting his come in her mouth. She melted against him, her body shaking with lust and need. John knew he could fuck her then if he pushed the issue, but he wanted her full acceptance of the incestuous relationship he envisioned. 

John knew one thing. He knew he had to taste her. If he could, he had to give her as much pleasure as she had just given him, so he pushed her away from him and pulled off her cut-offs. She wore no panties, and her vulva was swollen and red and thoroughly wet with her juices. He gazed at her luscious cunt with its carefully trimmed pubic patch and licked his lips.

"No fucking, not yet," he said, "but I can't leave you hanging, either."

His mouth covered her beautiful cunt, and he licked it from bottom to top, encircling her clit with his tongue. She groaned and her hands went gently to the back of his head as she spread her legs as wide as she could. His mouth explored her pussy, discovering where and what pressure pleased her most, and then he concentrated on those spots, except for her clit, which he saved for the finale. 

He reached with his hands and tweaked her breasts while he savored her flavors and fragrances. He wanted three meals from her pussy every day for the rest of his life, and Kelly's aroused scent had become his favorite odor. John fell in love with that cunt at that moment, relished it, and reveled in the utter pleasure that giving her pleasure gave him. 

When he concentrated on her clit, tracing the alphabet one letter at a time with his tongue over the hard nubbin, she accepted the delightful sensations he created with his lips and tongue and climaxed quickly while he wrote the letter, "L", with his oral pen. He flattened his tongue against her clitoris and let her move through her orgasm. She relaxed only a few seconds and encouraged him to continue. He added two fingers inside her grasping cunt as his lips and tongue remained active on her clit and other places she liked him to caress while he continued on through the alphabet. His little sister wanted another orgasm, so he helped her achieve her goal, but discovered her goal was broader still when she urged him to help her through yet another climax before she collapsed and pushed his mouth from her satisfied pussy.




My Sister, Kelly Ch. 01



She pulled him up to her and kissed him - soft, sweet kisses. They touched each other tenderly and whispered endearing words of appreciation before Kelly drifted off to sleep. The booze and release from sexual tension and the stress of her divorce had done her in. He pulled his clothes on, found a blanket and tucked her in. She slept for three hours.

While she slept, John rummaged in her kitchen. He wasn't much of a cook, but he could put together a mean spaghetti sauce, and Kelly had a fresh loaf of French bread for garlic toast and the makings for a salad.

It was dark outside when she awakened. He sat across from her reading a novel he had scrounged from her bookshelves. When her eyes fluttered open, she greeted him with a surprised look at first, which turned into a tentative smile.

"So, you and I...it wasn't all a dream after all," she commented with a deep lazy voice and her smile broadened.

"A dream come true for me," he said.

She stretched and her perky breasts slipped out from under the blanket. His mouth watered and his cock started to get hard again. Her nostrils flared. "What's that marvelous scent?"

"Spaghetti sauce."

She grinned. "You, kind sir, could become addictive."

"That's my most fervent hope."

The direction of his eyes took hers to her exposed breasts. She yelped and pulled the blanket up, and then with a curious look, she sighed. "Old habits die hard," she quoted, grinned and dropped the blanket. "I grew up with the concept that exposing myself to my brother was a no, no. I'd forgotten that you'd seen them earlier, sucked on them, played with them, and..."

Her nipples puckered and lengthened with her comments, and she appeared embarrassed by her own words. Again, she pulled up the blanket and covered her excited breasts.

"The scrumptious smells from the kitchen are making my belly growl," she said. "Turn your back, and I'll get up and dress and then we'll eat."

"No," he said with a grin.

"No?"

"No, I won't turn my back. I'm not stupid. I want to see you naked and walking away from me. You have the greatest ass in this hemisphere and beyond, and I wouldn't miss the opportunity for the world. You wouldn't deprive me of satisfying such a harmless, little fantasy, would you?"

She laughed, pushed the blanket to the floor and rose gracefully to her feet. She exaggerated the swing of her hips slightly as she walked away from him and, at the entrance to the hall, looked over her shoulder to see of he was still looking at her. He reluctantly raised his gaze from her marvelous ass to her mischievous eyes.

"Thank you," he said with a wide smile.

She returned his smile. "You're more than welcome."

"Dinner in ten minutes," he said.

She nodded and disappeared into the hall.

Later, John watched as his sister ate heartily. She had combed out her hair from the ponytail she wore earlier. Now it shined and framed her beautiful face. She wore jeans and a blouse, but remained barefooted, and he noticed she still wore no bra. As she ate, a dab of spaghetti sauce hung from the corner of her mouth, and he wiped it away with his finger and sucked the sauce into his mouth.

"You're a sexy galoot," Kelly commented. "Good cook, too. This sauce is delicious. What's your secret?"

"Red wine. After sautéing the vegetables, I added about a cup of burgundy before the tomatoes and tomato sauce - some of the same wine your sipping now."

She dipped some garlic toast into the sauce and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmm, nice. You do know how to satisfy a woman, both in the kitchen and sexually. I enjoyed this afternoon, Bro. I needed to be loved. I needed the sex we had and more, but..."

"But I'm your brother."

"Precisely." She gazed at him with sultry eyes. "Damn! What am I going to do with this serious itch you've given me? If you were any other man, I'd take you to my bed and use your tool to scratch the itch deep inside me until you squealed for mercy and the itch went away."

He laughed and felt his cock lengthen in my pants. "You do have a way with words, Sis."

She laughed with him. "Not really. Just being honest."

"Why is your aversion to incest so strong?"

She shrugged and said, "I don't know. I had the same upbringing as you, was taught the same as you about how wrong it is, but you aren't as averse as me. Why is that?"

John smiled. "Because I've wanted you since testosterone started seeping into my system. At first, I felt guilty about my desire for you. When you entered puberty and started to develop the gorgeous body you have now, my desires multiplied exponentially. Finally, I went to the Internet and did some research. I also traded emails with like-minded individuals, both male and female, and visited a few chat rooms and forums dedicated to folks interested in incest. To be fair, I also visited some incest sites strongly against the practice. I wanted accurate pro and con viewpoints. Incest is more common than you'd think, Kelly, especially between siblings. The individuals I communicated with believe there's nothing wrong with it as long as it is between two consenting adults and no children come about as a result." I laughed. "Some of them went further, even had children, but my study of genetics indicated that risk is too great to take. Actually, that's why incest became a taboo. Over the ages, children from incestuous couples proved to be at a higher risk of being born malformed. With the pill and other birth control methods available today, incest shouldn't be the big taboo it is, no more of a taboo than any other recreational sexual practice."

Her mouth dropped open as he spoke, and when he stopped talking she slammed it shut. "Amazing. Will you show me these web sites, chat rooms and forums? I want to check incest out like you did. I don't want you to sway me. I want to decide for myself."

"Of course," he said with a smile, delighted she wanted to explore the issue. Perhaps he had a chance after all.

She looked at him with a serious expression. "John, if I decide you're wrong, will you accept my opinion and not press the issue?"

"Yes. As I told you earlier, I want you desperately, but I want you to want me as much as I want you."

She smiled. "You've missed the point. I probably want you more than you want me already, but I won't let us go any further than we already have unless I can feel much more comfortable about the incest taboo."

"Sis, I consider oral sex incestuous."

She chuckled. "I do, too, but we've already broken that taboo, and I refuse to deprive myself of more of that pleasure until I finish my research." Her eyes became lusty with her lids half-closed. "Can you spend the night? I'd love to wake up with your arms around me. No fucking, though. Okay?"

He nodded and smiled. Many of his fondest wishes had been realized with her request. Only one remained.

While they cleaned up the dinner mess, their conversation returned to the photo that had started everything that had happened that day.

"How well do you know Mary?" he asked.

"Not as well as I thought, obviously. She's been in my home quite a few times. I am surprised she allowed her picture to be taken with Peter, though. Peter isn't her main squeeze. She dates a guy named Chuck, short for Charles, I think. Last name...Johnson."

"What about Peter?"

"I never liked him. His ego is larger than all outdoors. He works in the same department with Jim, and the two of them are good friends. Sometimes I believed Jim preferred Peter's company to mine. Now I know why."

"While you research incest, I'm going to cruise the Internet to see if I can find more photos involving either Peter or Mary and, of course, your living room. And as we decided earlier, I need a conversation with Mary. If we can find some damning evidence about Jim, your divorce will proceed much smoother."

"Don't forget the blond piece he moved in with. What more do I need?"

"Maybe none, but it's better to be safe than sorry." He didn't tell Kelly, but he wanted to make sure Jim had not secretly taken photographs of her and posted them to the Internet, as well. Then another thought struck me.

"Did Jim ever take any pictures of you that would be...?"

"Oh, Jesus! Yes! Oh, John! My God! I'd forgotten, but he didn't take pictures. A video!"



My Sister, Kelly Ch. 02



John spent most of the next day in his apartment surfing the Internet, searching for pictures and videotapes that included Kelly or her painting as a backdrop. His sister used the computer in her home to research incest; at least that's what he hoped she was doing. After spending the night with her, he wanted nothing less than a full, loving relationship in spite of the incest taboo. He had loved Kelly for most of his life and hoped his strong feelings, which he'd ultimately need to express, wouldn't frighten her away. He had honored her wish, and they had not fully consummated the attraction they felt for each other. The oral sex, the touching, the passionate kisses thrilled him, gave him more pleasure than he had ever had with any woman before, but he needed to be inside her, needed her in every way a man could have a woman. 

When Kelly had calmed down last night after she had remembered her no-good husband had videotaped her while she masturbated, Kelly found the video in her ex's collection of tapes and was momentarily relieved until John told her Jim could have made copies. John convinced his sister to allow him to take the tape and put it away for safekeeping. Some of Jim's stuff still remained in the house, and he would return to remove everything at some time in the future. At John's suggestion, the siblings searched the house thoroughly for any other videos or pictures. Frankly, John didn't think they would find anything, but he noticed something behind an air-conditioning vent in the spare bedroom. Using a screwdriver, he had removed the vent and found two videos and more pictures with negatives. A few of the photographs showed Kelly nude in unflattering positions. The pictures had obviously been taken without her knowledge. According to the label, one of the videos featured Mary and Peter. John slipped the videotape into the VCR and soon recognized the frame identical to the picture he had retrieved from the Internet. In the video, another man joined the couple. The additional man was careful to never show his face, but Kelly recognized him.

"That's his puny prick, John," she quipped. "Jim shoved it at my face enough times, I'd recognize it anywhere, anytime. And that's his birthmark on his fat, hairy, worthless butt!"

As they watched the video, John began to suspect Mary was drugged during the taping. Her eyes looked unfocused, and the men had to help her change positions. Oh, she reacted, but her reactions were slow, sort of out of sync. Kelly agreed with his assessment, so they decided to do more research before approaching the woman. If Mary had consented to star in the videotape, she would run to Jim and Peter, and John and Kelly's knowledge of the porn producers' immoral and possibly illegal activities would be prematurely exposed.

Kelly reluctantly agreed to allow her brother to view the video Jim had taped with Kelly masturbating, and the uncut version they found in the air conditioning vent displayed not only Kelly playing with herself but also Jim's torso coming into the viewfinder when Kelly sucked him off, which embarrassed Kelly. That part had been edited from the tape she had seen. She told her brother she didn't mind him watching her play with herself, but hated his eyes on an image of her while she sucked her ex's cock. Again, the tape never showed Jim's ugly face. If the vile man sold the video to an amateur sex site, John suspected it would be the uncut version, which included his puny cock, as Kelly called it.

As John surfed the amateur video and picture sites on the net, spending a small fortune becoming a member of many of them, he started to think the task might be too large to be successful, and he found nothing until about 4:00 pm that afternoon when he got lucky. He could have searched for weeks, he had decided, before finding them, maybe longer, but the same amateur sex site featured both videos. 

Kelly, he knew, would be devastated. He checked the WHOIS database and made notes about the domain ownership and technical support details, called a lawyer friend of his and asked him to check them out. He dreaded telling Kelly what he had found.

When she answered the door and saw his face, she knew what she feared most had come to pass. Tears welled in her eyes and finally overflowed and ran down her cheeks. John took her in his arms and tried to console her. She sobbed for a few minutes but finally stiffened her back and wiped away her tears.

"Show me," she said.

"Don't torture yourself, Sis. You've seen both videos."

"Show me, damn it!"

At her computer, he pulled up the site and using his login name and password navigated to the video of the threesome.

"No, pull up the one that shows the world how I play with myself," Kelly demanded bitterly. "The cockroach! I'll cut his balls off and feed them to the pigeons. The no good son of a bitch! Lowlife cock sucker! Lice are better than he is! He doesn't deserve to be on the same planet with me."

Kelly's potty mouth amazed her brother. He tried not to laugh, but a snicker escaped.

"What's so fucking funny," she asked with fire in her eyes as the video with her in the starring role slowly downloaded.

"You. You cuss better than I do."

She smiled and looked embarrassed. "Yeah, sometimes I get carried away."

Finally, the video started. Kelly's computer had a slow modem connection, unlike the broadband connection John enjoyed with his computer, so the video jerked, stopping occasionally for the feed to catch up, which only made the film even more distasteful to his sister. She started another round of cussing, calling her ex more names than John could ever dream up.

"I take it you're pissed," he said with a grin when she finished her vitriolic rendition of Jim's character.

"You're very astute. Yeah, I'm pissed, and I'm not going to just get even. I'm going to get ahead. Any ideas?"

"Maybe. We could use his perversion against him, give him some of his own medicine, but more so."

"Cool. Speaking of perversions. I don't consider incest with you a perversion anymore." She grinned. "I had a long chat with Claire on the computer this afternoon, you know, the woman you told me about in a long-term relationship with her brother. That gal has it together, Bro."

He chuckled and his mood soared. "Yeah, she does. How about a real date tonight? Our first. I'll take you to dinner, maybe a little dancing. And, then..."

"I like the sound of the 'and, then' part," Kelly said and kissed him until his toes curled.

John went home to change for their date and stopped on the way to pick up a dozen yellow roses, Kelly's favorite flower. At his apartment, he made reservations at the swankiest restaurant he knew, called a limo service he had used before, and then showered and shaved again. He had told Kelly to dress up. He did the same and put on his best dark suit, a starched white shirt, and selected a red striped tie. He wanted to look good because he knew Kelly would look stunning, but when she opened her door to him, his anticipated vision paled in comparison to the dream standing before him.

"Wow! You're gorgeous, Sis! Absolutely stunning!" he exclaimed. She wore a white knit dress that molded her body, emphasizing all her exceptional features and curves. The short dress stopped about four inches above her knees, and part of the dress was a turtleneck with a wide gap in the front that offered a tantalizing view of her cleavage. Her sexy shoulders peeked out from two more gaps in the dress, and when she turned, her entire back was bare, but long white sleeves covered her arms to her wrists. He guessed she wore nothing under the dress. No panty line or bra straps were in evidence. Her thick, shiny hair cascaded around her bare shoulders, and the high-heeled, open-toed shoes enhanced the look of her shapely legs. She wore no hose; her tanned, trim legs didn't need the enhancement. The white dress contrasted beautifully with her dark complexion and auburn hair.

"And you're very handsome." She sidled next to him for a kiss, so he kissed her, but he couldn't put his arms around her because he held the box with the roses. She compensated and her lithe body molded against his. His first erection of the evening complimented her effort. "I love your dark, liquid eyes, John. They grow larger when you get excited, when you gaze at me."

He gave her the roses, and she put them in water and quickly and expertly arranged them in a cut crystal vase before they left for dinner. The limo surprised her, and she kissed her brother again as soon as they settled inside. This time his hands were free, and he occupied them with Kelly's curves and soft places. When the kiss ended, he splashed some exceptional scotch into glasses, and they toasted the evening and each other. After asking, the driver pushed a button somewhere, and a moon roof opened above them. A warm summer breeze washed over them, and stars shined, but they could see no moon. John closed the privacy window between them and the driver.

"So far, it's the best date I've ever had, John," Kelly gushed and cuddled close to him.

"And, it's just getting started," he stated.

"I love your gentle touch; all afternoon I trembled thinking about how you touch me, how your hands feel as they move over my body. Yes, just like that," she whispered as he tested his theory that she wore nothing under the dress.

His hand on the inside of her thigh slipped over silky, warm skin as it traveled up to her wet vulva. Her trim legs separated, giving him access. She moaned and kissed him with passion, and en route to the restaurant, he gave her a small orgasm with his fingers. 

The dinner was delicious - a rousing success, but not as successful as Kelly. She turned a few heads that night in the restaurant, both men and women, and when they arrived at the club to dance, John felt like the luckiest guy in the nightclub. He certainly had the most beautiful woman on his arm. He couldn't think of a place he'd rather be or a person he'd rather be with. They danced during a slow song. The loveliest woman he knew was in my arms, flashing him warm smiles, and the wonderful curves of her body pressed his up and down his length. He wanted to suspend time, to hold her like this forever, but the song ended, and she stepped back away from him, furtively glancing down to eye the erection she had created and maintained for so long. He enjoyed her body next to his, moving against him, but he wanted to watch Kelly really move, so they stepped out for a fast tune. The beautiful woman and the music became one as she undulated, twisted and turned and swayed so rhythmically and gracefully he had to stop to watch her, and he wasn't the only one to pause and watch. She oozed grace and sex, a strange combination not easily achieved, as she moved around the dance floor.

During one slow song, she pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him, a kiss that surpassed all her previous efforts, which he didn't think possible until she proved otherwise. She pulled away from the embrace and gazed up at him with her beautiful, dark eyes - needy eyes filled with yearning and love and lust, all at the same time.

"I'm in love with you, John," she whispered and joy washed over him. He had wanted to hear those words for so very long. The fingers of both of her hands moved through his hair as she continued, "I've been in love with you since I was twelve years old, maybe before, but I felt guilty about my feelings for you and tried to ignore them, tried to love other men, lesser men, worthless men, like Jim. I considered what happened with Jim punishment for loving you. I've known for years you were the love of my life. I cursed my perversion. I could never have you, I believed. Incest was wrong, frowned upon by society, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop loving you."

"Why didn't you say something sooner, Kelly? You would have made me the happiest man alive because I've felt the same way about you for as long as I could appreciate romantic love. I love you with all my heart."

She kissed him again moaning into his mouth. "Take me home, John. Take me home and make love with me. I can't wait any longer. I need you now."

They hurried from the club. Their driver opened the door, and they tumbled inside and into each other's arms. The drive to Kelly's home was short, and John dismissed and paid the driver at the curb. Kelly waited patiently by his side.

They kissed again just inside the door.

"I love your eyes on me, John," she said as she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. "They caress me like gentle fingertips and excite me beyond belief. Sometimes, you take my breath away with just a look."

"I haven't the slightest idea how to remove your dress. I can find no zipper, no buttons, no..."

She hushed him with a finger to his lips, bent and pulled the dress up over her head and, with a sensuous wiggle, dropped it to the parquet floor. She stood before him wearing only her open-toed high heels.

"Get naked, John," she said simply and walked away from him toward her bedroom. She knew he would watch her and glanced coyly over her shoulder and smiled at him with a come hither look. 

He had kicked off his shoes, pulled off his tie, and jerked his starched white shirt from his pants, but compared to her glorious nudity, he still felt fully dressed. He didn't want to let her out of his sight, so he followed her while removing his shirt. He struggled out of his slacks at the bedroom door and hopped around ungainly like he had a hot foot while taking off his socks. Kelly graciously didn't laugh at his awkward, boyish behavior. His boxers hit the carpet as she turned to him and moved into his arms.

His heart beat wildly. Finally, he would make love to the woman he had secretly loved for so many years, and joyfully and surprisingly, he had discovered that night she also loved him the same way. They had wasted so much time and had so very much to catch up on, and tonight would be the beginning or their life-long journey together.

She pulled him with her to her large bed, and they fell upon it still holding each other. Reaching with her dainty fingers, she encircled his hard cock and stroked it as he nuzzled her breasts, taking each into his mouth and sucking softly on her nipples.

"Fuck me, John. Now, please," she whispered. "I can't wait another second to feel you inside me."

"I'm hot, very excited, Sis. I'll come too soon."

"That's all right. I know how to get you hard again. Fuck me, damn it!"

He wasn't the only person in the room on the verge of an orgasm. Kelly climaxed the second he entered her, and curiously, when he had no need to wait for her, his arousal dipped to a controllable level.

"Oh, John, you don't know how long I've dreamed of you inside me, fucking me, holding me while your cock fills me like this," she whispered when she recovered from her climax. "That's why I came so quickly. I've been fucking you in my mind for years. We've had years of foreplay all focused on the moment you entered me, and the thrill of it overwhelmed me."

Her cunt was amazing. Still pulsating, it massaged the length of his cock like a million little fingers with an occasional squeeze as a residual contraction struck her body from her climax. Her wet heat thrilled him, and he rolled to his back without loosing their connection. She straddled him and started to slide on and off his cock.

"The best," he muttered. "You the are best, sweet sister of mine, the love of my life." He fondled her breasts and his hands roamed over the cheeks of her ass and down her thighs.

"You are so deep inside me," she murmured almost to herself. "So very deep, so very fulfilling." She squirmed against him while he was as deep in her as he could be. He felt her large and hard clitoris rub through his pubic hair, and then she slid her hips forward up off of his cock until only the crown remained inside her. The slide back took his breath away because he could relax enough now to appreciate the sensations their joining created. Now he understood her comment about years of foreplay.

"Home," he said softly. "I'm home where I should be."

She sighed and agreed, still moving slowly, lovingly, on and off his throbbing cock. She kissed him, but quickly released him from the kiss as she quickened her pace. He grabbed her hips to stop her because if she continued he would surely climax, and he didn't want the moment, the sensations they shared to end.

"No, let me go, John," she insisted, so he let her go. He could deny her nothing.

He could tell she was reaching for another climax, but he didn't know if he could stay the course until she achieved her goal. The speed of her thrusts increased yet again, and he became lost in the feelings rushing through his body. She screamed with joy, and he felt her cunt grasp his cock with force as an orgasm overwhelmed her, and then he didn't know what happened over the next few seconds because he let the pleasure seeping through every pore of his body take him away to a place of pure exquisite bliss. When he could sense the world around him again, he was screaming his sister's name, and semen was blasting from his throbbing cock into her convulsing cunt.

They had become one.

She collapsed atop him, but the weight of her lithe body didn't oppress him; rather, it thrilled me. He was still hard inside her, throbbing and feeling her continuing contractions. They kissed softly, and Kelly rolled off him.

"I'm so in love with you, I can hardly stand the emotions rolling through me," John said.

She whimpered and kissed him with passion. "I know how you feel. It's as if life just started for me, as if all the time before was a waste and inconsequential. I love you, Bro. I love you with all my heart."

They made love again a while later, and then once more after Kelly proved her prediction she could make him hard again. He went to sleep while still inside her. Sometime during the night, he awoke to wonderful sensations and saw Kelly with her mouth wrapped around his hard cock. When she noticed he was awake, she mounted him, and they made love for the last time that night. 

His eyes opened the next morning with his arms around his sleeping sister and remembered how nice it had been to wake up with her mouth giving him pleasure, so he slipped down between her legs and licked at her vulva until her eyes fluttered open. She climaxed within minutes, and he entered her again in the cold light of day. After Kelly shared another orgasm with him as his own climax washed over him, they showered together, which was fun and arousing, and he took her again in the shower.

She tossed on a t-shirt and bounced away to the kitchen to make coffee. He pulled on his boxers and followed. She made bacon and eggs and toast, and they gobbled the nourishment they needed.

John felt completely happy for the first time in his life.

The telephone rang, intruding on their shared joy, and Kelly answered the call. John deduced from her expression that Jim was the caller and tried to caution Kelly silently not to let Jim know about the videotapes yet. She understood but still managed to call her ex some unflattering names John certainly appreciated. His spunky sister could give lessons in cussing. She hung up and turned to her brother.

"He's coming over, wants to pick up a few things. You'd better get dressed. I don't want him to see you with me. He'll know about us the second he sees me looking at you, especially today. I have so much love in me today, it's bubbling over, obvious to anyone who sees me."

John laughed. "True, but I hate to leave you alone with him."

"He's not the violent type, John. I'll be fine."

"What happens when he discovers the missing tapes and pictures?"

She chuckled. "He'll probably go ballistic, but I don't think he'll climb onto a chair and take the vent off if I'm watching him, and I won't let him out of my sight."




My Sister, Kelly Ch. 03



Kelly waited for her sister, Janice, to arrive and debated yet again whether to inform her about her incestuous relationship with John. The doorbell rang before she made a firm decision, and Kelly let Janice in the door.

"Okay, what happened?" Janice asked as she breezed by. The beautiful brunette was dressed to tease, as usual, with a mini-skirt and halter-top and wedged shoes. No hose, but with legs to rival Kelly's, she didn't need any. No man troubles, Kelly observed. Janice looked lean and trim. At five-seven, an inch taller than Kelly, Janice had to watch what she ate. She tended to put on pounds easily, and usually overate when distressed about a boyfriend. While Kelly was model slim, Janice was voluptuous, but Janice wanted Kelly's look, so she exercised daily, and seemed to be on a perpetual diet.

"What do you mean?" Kelly asked ingenuously.

"Don't act the innocent. I tried to reach you last night. I planned to come over and help you out of your doldrums, but you weren't home, or weren't answering your phone. Then when you returned my call today, you sounded so happy I knew something had happened. Come on, spit it out."

Kelly grinned. "I wasn't home. I had a date last night. He arrived in a limo with a dozen yellow roses and took me to an expensive restaurant for dinner, and then we went dancing." She nodded toward the vase on the dining room table filled with yellow roses. "Aren't they beautiful. Janice, I feel like a girl again. It was by far the best date of my entire life." Kelly shivered as she remembered certain events from the date, especially when John first entered her after they returned to her house. 


Janice's smile joined her sister's. She appeared as happy about the event as Kelly. "Good for you, Sis. I hope you got laid, too." 

Kelly felt Janice studying her reaction, and when Kelly's face flushed, Janice added excitedly, "Yes! Good for you! It's about time. How was it? Who? What's his name? Tell me about him. Tell me everything."

Kelly blushed. "You might not approve, Janice, and before I tell you, promise not to tell a soul."

"Damn! Jim isn't trying to win you back, is he?

"No, when I get through with that low-life cock sucker, he'll wish he had never met me."

"Good. Okay, tell your little sister all the details."

"First, promise me you won't tell anyone."

"I promise, and you know I can keep a promise. We have too many secrets between us, especially the big one, for you to doubt my promise."

Kelly chuckled. "True. First tell me how you planned to get me out of the doldrums." If she planned what I think she planned, it'll be easier to tell her about John, Kelly thought. 

"You know how," Janice said with a coy grin. "I thought we'd console each other. I was languishing at home alone, without a date and horny, and... You know. Besides, you get me off better than a man anyway."

Kelly and Janice had started giving each other sexual pleasure while Kelly still lived at home. It had started innocently enough. Janice looked up to Kelly, went to her for answers to questions about boys and sex. When Janice asked her about masturbation, Kelly had shown her how, and for a few years they occasionally masturbated together. One night they touched each other and eventually graduated to the full Sapphic embrace just before Kelly moved out of the house and a short time later married Jim. The sisters stopped having sex with each other when Kelly married, but when Kelly's troubles started with her husband six months ago, Janice dropped by, and the two of them rekindled their casual sexual relationship.

Kelly took a deep breath. "Are you ready for this?" More importantly, am I ready for this? Kelly asked herself.

"Yes! The suspense is killing me."

"John."

"John? John who?" Janice's confused look suddenly changed to one of amazement. "John! Our brother, John?"

"Yeah."

"Jesus!"

Kelly warily observed her sister. How would she take the news? Would Janice think she was perverted? Sick?

"God, that's hot!" Janice exclaimed with a smile. "I've always known the two of you had something special between you, but you both ignored your feelings for each other for so long I thought nothing would ever happen. Details! Give me details."

Relieved, Kelly sat and took Janice's hands in hers. "We're in love with each other, Janice."

"Yeah, I know. You've been in love with each other for years. Details, please."

"How did you know? I've never admitted to anyone how I felt about John. I ignored my feelings for him because of the incest taboo."

"For hell's sake, Kelly, what you and I do is incest!"

"It's not the same. I'm not in love with you. Besides, you're a woman."

Janice's uproarious laugh echoed around the room along with a ringing doorbell.

"That might be John," Kelly said, somewhat miffed at Janice's reaction.

"Go ahead, let him in. We'll talk more later. Does he know about you and me?"

"No. No one knows about you and me, except you and me, and I'd like to keep it that way. Okay?" Kelly said as she hurried to the door.

Janice didn't answer, merely laughed again.

The man at the door remarked, "I'm here to change your locks. How many sets of keys do you want?"

"Two, no three." One set for me, one extra set in case I lose mine, and a set for John, Kelly reasoned.

Kelly stopped in the kitchen and poured an iced tea for her and Janice, and when she settled next to her sister on the sofa, Janice nagged her for details again, so Kelly told her about the picture John had shown her but was interrupted when the doorbell rang again. This time it was a man to change the frequency on the garage door opener, and Kelly had no sooner settled on the sofa than the doorbell jangled again. John had not informed her about the alarm he had ordered, which confused her at first, but upon reflection, Kelly thought it was a good idea. A woman living alone should be protected by an alarm system. But then again, I might not be living alone very long, Kelly thought and shivered with pleasure when she considered the possibility of John moving in with her. The idea of waking up every morning with his arms around her thrilled her.

"It's like Grand Central Station here," Janice quipped.

"Sorry."

"So your ex took some dirty pictures in your living room of a couple having sex. What's the problem?" Janice asked.

"Because the picture is on the Internet for the world to see, including my painting and living room, and later I found out Jim also put a video on the Internet with me in the starring role." Kelly blushed. "I was masturbating. I'll tell you more about that later. About John and me, well, I commented that my breasts were better than Mary's, and John boasted he was larger than Peter, and, well, things developed, and I went down on him."

"Wow, that's sexy. Did he have a right to brag, Sis?"

"Yeah. He's bigger than anyone I've ever been with."

"Damn, I'm getting horny. If you didn't have a crowd here, I'd..."

She's thinking about John's cock, Kelly thought. "He's mine, Janice. You leave him be."

"Yeah, I know. What happened then?"

Kelly told her about the rest of that night and the next day, finally bringing her up to date; although she was interrupted frequently to handle the locksmith, garage-door man, or the man installing the alarm. The women were talking about the video of Kelly masturbating on the Internet for the world to see when the last man finished his task, leaving the two women alone. 

"What are you going to do about the video?" Janice asked with a concerned voice.

"I don't know. John is looking into it. He's spoken with an attorney, and he has an idea we haven't discussed about how to get even with Jim."

"When do you expect John?" Janice asked.

Kelly glanced at her wristwatch. "He's late now. He said he would drop by in a couple of hours. That's been over two hours ago."

"Darn it. Your details gave me a serious case of the hornies. I hoped we'd have time..." Janice placed her hand on the inside of Kelly's thigh.

"I know what you mean. Telling you about it made me excited all over again, too." Kelly brushed Janice's bangs from her eyes and then brushed her lips to her sister's lips.

"Are you going to tell John about us?" Janice asked as she slid her hand up Kelly's thigh and cupped her palm over the crotch of her sister's panties.

Kelly groaned when Janice applied pressure. "We promised each other we would never tell anyone. Damn, that feels good. Uh, being bisexual isn't something to be kept from the man you love, though I guess I can tell him I've been with a woman without naming names."

"If you need to tell him about me, go ahead. I'll understand, and I trust John to keep it mum. How do you think he'd react if you told him?" Janice asked as she moved her fingers under the leg band of Kelly's panties onto her cunt and slowly rubbed her outer lips, finally dipping into her crease.

Kelly gasped when one of her sister's fingers slipped fully inside her and then retracted and rolled up and over her clitoris. "I don't know, Janice. It's difficult to concentrate when you touch me like that, but my guess is the incest part won't turn him off, but I don't know how he feels about women having sex with other women." "You're wet," Janice remarked as she ran her finger up one side of Kelly's inner lips and down the other, bumping her clit with each pass and slowly twirling her fingers in the wet spot at the entrance to her vagina.

Kelly chuckled and reached in Janice's halter-top to fondle her sister's large breasts. "What did you expect? You've been playing with my pussy." She lifted a breast, felt the weight of it along with a little envy. A nipple lengthened and hardened when she pinched it between her thumb and forefinger.

Janice sighed. "You know how to touch my nipples better than anyone. You know what I think?" Janice shoved two fingers into Kelly's hot cunt as far as they would go.

Kelly moaned and humped her cunt at her sister's invading fingers. "No. What do you think?" she gasped.

"I think if you told him about us, he'd get excited. He might even want to watch us."

Kelly's arousal soared, but then she realized if John watched, she would probably need to share him with Janice. She wasn't ready to share John with anyone, not yet, maybe never. "Really? What makes you think that?" Kelly asked.

"Because I was part of a foursome once, and the guys really got off when the other woman and I went down on each other."

"Sometimes you're a real slut, Janice," Kelly said, but with a smile, and she pictured Janice with two men and a woman, and... She pushed Janice's halter-top aside and kissed a large nipple, and then licked it before forcefully sucking into her mouth.

"Yeah, I know. I like nasty, prefer naughty to nice. Damn, I wish we had more time. Suck on the other one now. Yes. That's so good. You're hot, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh," Kelly mumbled and then replaced her mouth with her fingers so she could talk. "You're the only woman I've ever been with, Janice. How many women...ah, you know?" Janice's fingers twisted and turned inside her pussy, pushing against the walls, finding little spots she knew about, spots not normally caressed.

"Only you and the one I just told you about. Are you thinking about me and the other woman or fantasizing about John watching us?"

"Both. I can't figure out which fantasy to explore," Kelly said and was amazed again with her sister's ability to know her thoughts.

The doorbell rang. Kelly groaned, and Janice looked more than a little disappointed.

"You owe me," Janice grumbled and pulled her fingers from her sister's pussy. She sucked Kelly's juices from the digits. The women straightened their clothes, and Kelly rose and answered the door.

John stepped in, and Kelly kissed him hello. The embrace started out friendly, became romantic and evolved into a full-blown passionate embrace. It wasn't until after Kelly released him that John noticed Janice sitting in the living room with a silly grin on her face.

"Hi, Sis," John said, blushing. "I take it Kelly told you about us."

"Yeah," Janice replied as she eyed his obvious erection. She pulled her eyes from his bulging trousers to his face and smiled. "Congratulations. It's about time the two of you recognized you wanted each other so much."

John glanced curiously at Kelly.

Kelly shrugged. "She knew I loved you before I told her. I guess I didn't hide how I felt about you all these years as well as I thought I did."

"You hid it better than John," Janice remarked and laughed.

"Who else knows?" John asked with resignation. "The parents?"

Yes, what are we going to do about the parents? Kelly asked herself. They'll be devastated. Incest aside, they want grandchildren, and John and I can't provide any for them, and they're likely to go ballistic about the incest issue, anyway. And what about me? I want children, too. Damn! This incest business is complicated.

"No, or if they do, they're in denial," Janice replied to John's question.

"Let's keep it that way. Okay," John said.

"Yeah, I've already promised to keep mum, but when they see the two of you together, they'll know, at least Mother will." Janice glanced from one sibling to the other and chuckled. "There's no way the two of you can keep this a secret from her. Jeez, John, when you look at Kelly, you turn up the thermostat ten degrees."

Kelly snickered. "Yeah, when he looks at me he certainly makes me hot."

"Okay, let's say Mother knows. How will she react?" John asked.

"She'll go ballistic," Kelly stated.

"Not necessarily," Janice said.

"Why? Explain," John asked.

"Mom's no dummy. If I knew the two of you had a thing for each other, Mom knows, too. She might not be as surprised as you think, though I won't pretend to predict how she'll react. I do know she wants grandkids, and the two of you..."

"Can't take the risk," John commented, finishing Janice's sentence for her.

"Yeah, and I'm not ready to supply the little buggers for her and Dad's entertainment, not for a quite a few years," Janice remarked.

"What about Dad?" John added.

"Oh, he'll go ballistic," Janice quipped.

"Maybe not," Kelly said and smiled shyly. "I might have a lever with Dad."

"Lever? What kind of lever?"

Kelly blushed. "Uh, oh, damn. When I was a teenager, I ran across Daddy's stash of obscene stuff, mostly magazines and paperbacks. The entire subject matter in the stash related to incest. At the very least, Daddy fantasizes about the subject." And I teased the man like I teased you, John, Kelly thought, and he was more aggressive than you. 

"So what?" John said. "A lot of men and women get off fantasizing about incest, but few actually become involved, and even if the subject turns them on, most of them would condemn anyone who breaks the taboo. How can you turn his kink into a lever?"

Damn, John has a habit of pushing me into a corner, Kelly thought. "Leave Daddy to me, John. He won't like it, but ultimately he'll accept us as lovers."

John raised his eyebrows and gave Kelly a curious look. "You're not telling me everything, Kelly? Did you and Dad..."

"No! I've never had sex with Dad," Kelly insisted. He kissed me, though, and... She remembered his touches that one time when she had teased him beyond his breaking point.

"Dad has busy hands, John," Janice said and laughed nervously.

"You, too?" Kelly exclaimed, obviously shocked.

"Yeah, but he won't to go beyond petting. I know; I tried to take him there. He refused," Janice stated with a disappointed look.

"I'll be damned," John said. "What about Mother? Does she know...?"

"I don't think so. I never said anything," Janice said.

"Me, neither," Kelly agreed. 

The phone rang; Kelly answered. "It's for you, John. He says is name is Bob Williams."

"Ah, my attorney friend," John said, took the phone and announced himself. "Yeah, I'll come over now ... Yes, I'll bring everything, but I'll need to run by my apartment. See you in a half-hour or so." He turned to Kelly and Janice. "Gotta go. The jury for a client Bob was defending came in early. He has some free time and wants to meet with me about the videos and photos."

"I don't want him seeing my video, John," Kelly said.

"I won't show it to him unless absolutely necessary, Kelly. Okay?"

"I guess." Kelly reluctantly agreed and followed him to the front door. "Wait a minute, John. I have a set of house keys and a garage door opener for you. The locks have been changed. And if you need to turn off the alarm, use your birth date."

She grabbed the keys and door opener from the counter in the kitchen and hurried back to him. She kissed him again, and he curled her toes. "I do like your kisses, Lover," Kelly said and watched until he closed the door behind him. She set the new alarm for practice. Besides, the alarm guy had recommended that she keep it set even when she was inside the home.

Back in the living room, Kelly noticed Janice wore a silly grin. "What?"

"You've got it bad, big sister. I'm happy for you."

"Oh, yeah, I've got it bad all right, worse than I've ever had it. I love the guy to pieces, Janice. Are you hungry? It's lunchtime. I'm going to make me a salad. Do you want one?"

"Sounds good." 

The two women strolled into the kitchen and talked while Kelly made the salads and set the table. "Iced tea to drink?" Kelly asked.

Janice nodded, and Kelly poured two glasses of iced tea. "So Daddy felt you up, too?" Kelly said as she set a salad in front of her sister and sat to join her for lunch.

"Yep."

Kelly blushed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

They laughed together.

"Because I felt guilty. I figured the whole thing was my fault," Kelly admitted. "I'd been teasing him by bouncing around the house in my panties and bra for about a year. I teased both Daddy and John unmercifully at that time, testing my ability to excite a male, and Daddy and John were handy and safe, or so I thought. Then one day when I was thirteen, I landed in his lap scantily clad, and he groaned in frustration, and the next thing I knew, he had kissed me thoroughly and had his fingers in my panties. He only touched me that one time."

"That's the same age he felt me up the first time."

"First time? You mean he touched you more than once?"

"Oh, yeah, quite a few times, though to be fair, I instigated most of incidents. I really liked Daddy touching me, and I liked the feel of his hard cock in his pants rubbing against my little pussy. I tried to take it out one day, but he stopped me."

Kelly shook her head. "You've always been bolder than me. How far did he go with you?"

"He played with my pussy with his fingers until I came, and on a couple of occasions, he sucked my titties. I wanted more. As I said, I tried to take his cock out of his pants, but he wouldn't let me. Ultimately, I think I became too bold, using your word, and he stopped, refused to allow me to instigate another session. I guess I scared him away. That was a little over three years ago."

Kelly chuckled. "Well, it appears you have more leverage than I."

"Not really. Frankly, I'm not sure either of us has any leverage. I think he didn't go any further with us because of the incest taboo. I was certainly willing, and he knew it."

"Maybe he was concerned about Mom."

"Maybe, but..." Janice shrugged.

The two ate in silence until Janice pushed her plate away. "Look, it's been a busy day. Let's get in your big tub and relax."

Yeah, sure, she just wants me to get her off, Kelly thought but the idea appealed her. She and Janice had taken a bath together in her tub before. It was oversized with those jet thingies like a hot tub. The two of them had had a lot of fun scrubbing each other with soapy, bare hands as the hot water bubbled around them. And, their lunchtime conversation about their father's shenanigans had aroused her. But Kelly also remembered she had felt guilty as she answered the door to John when moments before she had allowed Janice to play with her pussy. 




My Sister, Kelly Ch. 04



John couldn't decide which emotion roaring through his mind should rule. Anger and disappointment had exploded, burst like fireworks and fell down around him when he had first glanced through the open doorway. 

Last night and this morning, Kelly had expressed her love for him in both word and deed, but she obviously didn't love him enough to be faithful. Also, the view in front of him had taken his breath away. He had never seen two women make love before, and the sight made him so excited he started to shake, or perhaps his anger caused the shivers. He didn't know which emotion to believe. He knew his cock had never been so hard, but he also felt sad, betrayed and completely confused. He panted trying to get enough oxygen in his system to function. He craved oxygen for his brain because watching Kelly with her busy mouth between her gorgeous sister's splayed, long legs had knocked the wind out him.

John debated whether to retreat and discuss the incident with Kelly later when he grasped more control over his emotions, or remain and... He didn't know what he would do if he remained. He felt incapable of making a decision to leave or stay and face them, so he did nothing. He stood buried in the floor like a fence post. Heavy! That's how he felt, he decided. So heavy he couldn't move. The emotion felt like grief caused by the death of a loved one.

His cock throbbed.

He watched as Janice started to climax on Kelly's licking, sucking mouth, watched his youngest sister's beautiful body stiffen and start to shudder as an immense orgasm overwhelmed her, and finally he watched her collapse. He reveled in the sight of her sexy, voluptuous body as it went limp, overcome with gentle lassitude.

And then he heard words exit Kelly's mouth, words that suddenly infuriated him, made him feel as if she had lied to him about her aversion to incest, because obviously she and her sister had made love before, probably many times, and sisters having sex were no less incestuous than a brother and sister fucking each other.

He watched fear and horror flash into Kelly's eyes when he spoke, and it was as if her fear finally uprooted him and allowed him to move again. He turned without waiting for an answer to his question and walked away, walked through the house and out the door. He climbed behind the wheel of his car and tried to put the keys in the ignition, but his hands shook too much. He took a deep breath and tried again, this time succeeding. 

John asked himself if he should drive. Was he capable of driving without endangering others or himself? He breathed deeply again, and his shaking body calmed a little. When he turned the key, the low rumble of the vehicle's engine calmed him more. At least the automobile functioned as it should. Love didn't. Kelly didn't. So he reasoned his entire existence had not stopped functioning. After all, the car's engine had started with the turn of a key. Looking over his shoulder before backing out of the driveway, he saw some kids playing on the sidewalk. He had to wait for them, and the simple requirement of being certain the children would be safe before he moved the car calmed him some more.

A fist banging on the driver-side window startled him. Kelly stood in a robe saying something. The radio had started blaring as soon as he had turned the key, but he had not noticed the noise until now. The sight of the love of his life with tears streaming down her cheeks retarded his compulsion to flee, so he turned off the radio and pushed the button to lower the window.

"Please, John, please come back inside. We can talk. We can get through this. We must. Somehow. Please."

John sucked in air with a huge effort, gazed at his so-called lover, and turned off the ignition.

"I'll come in, but give me a minute. Go inside, Kelly. Give me some time. I'll come in soon, and we'll talk."

"Okay. I'll send Janice away, and..."

"No, Janice stays. I want her to be part of our discussion, at least at first."

"Okay, whatever - however you want it. I know...I love you, John. Please don't..."

"No, not now. Leave me for a minute, Kelly. If you won't give me some time, I'll drive away."

She swallowed a sob and spun on her bare feet. John watched her stagger up the driveway and into the house, watched as her shoulders shook as she started to sob. Her abject sadness hurt him. She had betrayed him, but his love for her surmounted her duplicity, and he wanted desperately to take her in his arms and console her, wanted to dispel her misery and put a smile on her beautiful face again.

John realized he didn't know all the circumstances behind her betrayal. Perhaps her explanations would lessen his anger and reduce his sense of loss. With a heavy heart, he pushed open the door and pulled himself erect. He wondered if he could make the trip to the door. Panting again, he worried about hyperventilating, but he straightened his spine, squared his shoulders and took the first step. The second step seemed easier, and the next, easier still.

I'll survive this, he realized. Whether his love for Kelly would survive was the question. He didn't knock, opened the door and stepped inside. Janice, fully dressed, held Kelly in her arms and looked up at him from the living room. She started to speak, but John held up his hand, a silent demand for silence, which Janice obeyed.

Kelly turned to him and pushed Janice away. She rose and started toward him, but he motioned for her to stay and walked by her and sat alone in a large chair. Kelly's shoulders slumped, accepting John's rejection. She returned and sat by her sister on the sofa facing John.

"Janice, how long have you and Kelly been lovers?" John asked.

Janice looked toward Kelly, who nodded. "That would depend on your definition of lovers. Kelly taught me how to masturbate when I was twelve. We masturbated together two or three times a year, maybe more, for about two years after that. Does this qualify as being lovers?"

"No, not on your part. You were still a kid. Go on, please," John said quietly.

"About four years ago, we started touching each other. We continued without escalating beyond mutual masturbation for another year. Kelly graduated from college, and that summer we became lovers. We heated up the heat of the summer doing everything two females can do with each other. Then Kelly became engaged and moved in with Jim, and she stopped seeing me until about six months ago when she started having serious problems with the S.O.B., and we started having sex again. Kelly doesn't love me, not like she loves you. We give each other pleasure, John. Sex between us is friendly - casual, if you will. If one of us has needs, the other helps. That's what sisters are for."

John laughed bitterly. "Of course, why didn't I think of that? Sisters help sisters in their time of need by sucking them off." He turned to Kelly. "Is that what you did for me? Did you consider me needy, so you helped me in my time of need? Is that why you sucked me off? Is that why you finally took me to your bed and fucked me?"

"If that's what you think, get the fuck out of my house?" Kelly said with fire in her reddened, tear-ladened eyes. "I'm in love with you. If you can't get that through your thick skull, then we've nothing to talk about." She brushed the back of her hands across her face, swiping at her tears. "I can understand you feel betrayed, because I betrayed you, and I know it's possible you don't love me anymore, which would break my heart, but somehow I'd survive even that loss. And perhaps when you look at me now, you see a slut. Maybe I am, but god damn it, I won't allow you to believe I don't love you!"

"Okay. That was a cheap shot, but why lie to me about incest being contemptible, a perversion you didn't want to commit, when you've been committing incest with Janice for years?"

"I didn't lie to you," Kelly stated. "I've never considered my relationship with Janice incestuous."

"Oh, come on, Kelly. You can't really expect me to believe that."

"It's true," Janice said. "Kelly said the same thing to me before you arrived this morning. I laughed my head off when she made the statement, but..."

"I never considered sex with Janice incestuous. Until today, it never crossed my mind," Kelly said, interrupting her sister. "I don't know why. I agree with both of you now. Janice and I have been incestuous, but we never discussed incest as an issue. We did discuss our bisexuality, which to my mind was and is a greater perversion than incest. I think that's why incest with Janice wasn't an issue with me. I can't explain it any better, and I'm being honest - stupid maybe, but honest. Sex with you, John, was and is a different matter. I consider sex with you incestuous for two reasons. One, I love you, and I've loved you for years. For some reason, love amplified incest as our prime issue in my mind. Remember, I'm not in love with Janice. Two, you're a man. You can make me pregnant. It might sound silly, but incest was and still is an issue between us, and it's never been an issue between Janice and me. I'm in love with you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, but we can't have children, and I want some babies to love. I want to experience the joys of motherhood. But I want you more. I had already decided to give up my desire to have children so I could be with you."

"I have a question," Janice stated. "What's that large wet spot on the front of your trousers?"

John glanced down and blushed.

"Seeing us together excited you, didn't you?" Janice said.

"Yes, which confused me," John replied. "I felt betrayed and angry. It was as if my future went up in smoke. I felt completely and abjectly alone with an overwhelming heaviness I can only define as grief. I couldn't breathe, couldn't get enough air in me. The two of you metaphorically kicked the wind out of me, and at the same time, I have never been so sexually excited in my life. That's why I walked away. I had to have time to somehow sort out all the conflicting emotions besieging me. I'm still confused and hurt."

Janice grinned. "Thanks for being honest, Bro." She turned to Kelly. "I'm going to leave you to sort this out, Sis. The two of you love each other more than any couple I've ever known. You'll work it out if you're both patient and don't say anything you'll need to take back later."

She rose and walked from the house leaving John and Kelly avoiding each other's eyes. Silence descended except for an occasional sniff as Kelly tried to control her melancholy.

"Do you know I love you?" Kelly asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes."

"Do you know I will never have sex with Janice or any other person, man or woman, for as long as we're together?"

"No."

Kelly breathed deeply. "Good. If you had said yes, I would not have believed you. And if nothing else, we need to be brutally honest with each other right now. I know I need to gain your trust again. I also know I betrayed you, and I'm sorry. I debated with myself whether to join Janice in the tub this afternoon, and I made the wrong choice."

"Perhaps not, Kelly. You and Janice have a history, a history I wasn't aware of. I'm only now starting to understand. Janice was candid enough to make the situation clear to me, at least as clear as it can be with my mind muddied as it is today, and you did say to her before you knew I was observing that today was the last time you would be with her. And the reason you gave was you wanted to be faithful to me. Those facts didn't register in my befuddled mind. What registered was you had committed incest, that you didn't have an aversion for incest, and consequently had lied to me. The lie infuriated me. I still don't know if I accept your explanation, but in a weird kind of way it makes sense."

"John, if you don't stand up, take two or three paces, sit next to me and hold me right now, I might die."

John took the steps. She gazed up at him with eyes full of love as his arms enfolded her. She leaned toward him tentatively, signaling her desire for a kiss, and John met her halfway. The kiss didn't become passionate, but it did a lot to melt his cold perspective about the situation.

Tears started to flow from Kelly's eyes again, but John recognized them as happy tears.

"Oh, I must look a mess!" Kelly exclaimed when she noticed mascara on her fingers. She jumped up and started to run from the room. Just before she disappeared, she turned and said, "Don't you dare leave. Let me make some repairs. I'll be right back. Fix us a scotch, and make mine a double."

John splashed scotch over ice in two tumblers. Déjà vu, he thought. This is how everything started in the first place. A little booze, some sexual overtones and innuendoes and bam! All at once my life changed, and for the better, I believed at the time. 

Amazing! The love of my life is bisexual and has had an on-and-off incestuous affair with her younger sister for years, an affair that was active when I arrived to inform Kelly about that photograph a few days ago. I'm the intruder, not Janice, but my sisters aren't in love with each other, not like Kelly and I. Wait. Janice made it clear Kelly wasn't in love with her, but Janice didn't say she wasn't in love with Kelly. If she is, this relationship will become very complicated. Fuck! It's already complicated. And to add to the mishmash I don't know how do I truly feel about Kelly and Janice having sex with each other, especially if Janice isn't a threat. I know seeing them together excited me beyond belief.

John shrugged. His previous simple life a few days ago had taken a leap toward chaos, and he felt confused and reluctant to trust his own emotions. He sipped scotch and remembered another comment he had made. Janice was fifteen, still a youngster, and Kelly twenty-one, an adult, when they first became lovers doing everything two women could do sexually with each other, as Janice had put it. Kelly had not only committed incest, she had also broken the law. If discovered back then, the authorities could have charged her with child molestation. But then, John had never been an advocate of laws that depended solely on the age of the participants. He had broken that law himself. After he turned eighteen, he had had sex with a sixteen-year-old girl, and if the truth were known, at that time the girl was more mature mentally than he. Certainly, she had been more experienced. No, John decided, he wouldn't hold Kelly and Janice's age difference against Kelly.

He took another drink of scotch and waited, waited for the love of his life to come back to him. Yes, he still loved her, and he believed they would move through this problem and come out the other end more in love than when they entered the crisis. At least, that's what he hoped would happen.

Curiously, images of his sisters making love kept intruding, keeping an edge on his arousal, and he wondered if he weren't the perverted one of the three of them. He knew the sight of them naked and fucking had excited him, and if he were to be honest with himself, he wanted to see them together again. He sighed.

Kelly arrived, dressed and smiling, but her eyes still appeared red and swollen. John handed her her drink. She watched him warily over the rim of the glass as she sipped.

"Let's talk in the kitchen," she said and turned and walked away before he could agree or disagree. She glanced over her shoulder. "We can talk while I start dinner before it gets too late."

"I'm not very hungry," he said and paused to refresh his drink. "But we do need to talk. I'll be right with you."

He sat at the counter on a stool while she banged pots and pans and started to chop onions and mushrooms. She then placed two potatoes in the microwave and stepped outside to light the outside gas grill.

"What would you say if I had just told you I was bisexual right now and you didn't know about Janice and me?"

"I don't know. Any answer I would give would be colored by the fact I do know about you and Janice."

She removed two steaks from the refrigerator "Okay. Does the fact I'm bisexual revolt you, disgust you in any way?"

He pondered her question for a few seconds while she stepped back outside and placed the steaks on the grill. He knew if they were to move through this crisis they would need to be honest with each other. No secrets could remain under cover. "No," he said when she returned to the kitchen.

"Does it excite you?"

He didn't hesitate. "Yes."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure. I think every man's fantasy is to be with two women at the same time, and the fantasy involves more than ego, at least mine does. The thought of seeing two women having sex arouses me and is integral to my fantasy. How would you have reacted if I had surprised you tonight and announced I was bisexual?"

"Are you?" she asked as she started to put together a garden salad.

"Answer my question first?"

"I don't know. I think it's a gender thing. Many men get aroused when they think of two women having sex. Likewise, many women become aroused when they think of two men. Similar to your fantasy, one of mine is being with two men at the same time, so I understand, but still, I wouldn't like it if you were bisexual, principally because of AIDS. I'd be fearful you would contract the disease from a gay man and give the virus to me."

"Fair enough. I am not bisexual. Sex with another man revolts me. I'm completely, undeniably heterosexual."

Kelly grinned and started to sauté the vegetables.

"You stated and Janice agreed that you were not in love with her. Is she in love with you, Kelly?"

His sister's pretty face twisted into a grimace. "I don't think so, but I don't know with to a certainty. The easy answer would be no. She's never stated she loved me. Oh, she loves me as a sister, and more. After all, we've been casual lovers for quite a while, and she could be in love with me without expressing her love, keeping it to herself like I did with my love for you all these years." Kelly smiled tentatively. "I know she loves the sex we've had. She's constantly telling me I do more for her than any man she's been with. That's why I hesitate to answer with an outright 'no' to your question."

"Was she pleased when you told her about us?"

"Oh, yes, very. Why?" She walked outside and turned the steaks.

"I just want to know as many facts as possible. I consider Janice's feelings for you, if they're strong, to be part of the mix we need to sort out."

Kelly glanced at the clock on the wall. "She should be home by now. Do you want me to call her and ask her?"

John hesitated. "Yes. Will she tell you the truth?"

Kelly shrugged and wiped her hands on a towel. "I think so," she said as picked up the phone. Janice must have answered on the first ring. John listened to Kelly's side of the conversation. 

"Janice, it's Kelly ... Yes, we're talking and I'm fixing dinner ... No, I called to ask you a question, a question John asked me I couldn't completely and honestly answer. Are you in love with me? ... Stop laughing and answer the question ... I see." 


John waited through a long, silent pause in Kelly's end of the conversation until finally, she spoke again. 

"He wants to know all the facts so we can sort this out properly ... Yes, he does have an organized mind ... I don't know. Frankly, you surprised me ... Okay. Yes, after dinner. Bye."

She hung up the phone slowly, and her shoulders shook slightly before she turned to her brother. "Yes, John, Janice is in love with me. How did you know?"

John grinned. "You're very loveable."

"Don't tease. This is quite a surprise. When she laughed, I thought I knew the answer, but then..." 

She shrugged, obviously distraught by Janice's proclamation.

"To answer your question, Kelly. I didn't know. I merely wanted to know. Now what? How do you feel now you know she's in love with you?"




My Sister, Kelly Ch. 04



"I don't know. I'm still trying to get over the surprise. She told me not to worry about it. She said she could live without me, and she hoped someday she would find a man like you she could love like I love you. You heard me. I promised to call after dinner and speak more with her about it." She walked back outside and brought in the steaks. "Medium rare, like you ordered in the restaurant the other night," she said with a smile.

She carried the steaks to the dining room table and quickly arranged two settings with her good china and silverware. "Light the candles on the table, John, and we'll eat."

"Okay, but call Janice and tell her to come over. That way, by the time she gets here, we'll be finished."

"All right. Would you put the salads on the table - and the salt and pepper?"

Kelly returned with the sautéed vegetables and spooned them over the steaks. "Janice is on her way now," she announced, and went to the kitchen to retrieve the baked potatoes.

John helped her into her chair and sat to her right. "All of a sudden, I'm hungry," he said.

"I'm not," Kelly stated. "Too many surprises ruined my appetite. I'd like a glass of wine, though." She sipped the wine after John poured them both a glass, and then he tore into his steak.

"What made you suspect Janice loved me, John?"

"She said you weren't in love with her, and she stuck me as being too careful about the statement. She could have said the two of you were not in love with each other."

"Oh." She sipped more wine and then buttered her baked potato and took a small bite. "I wonder how long she's loved me?"

"You'll have to ask her." John noticed Kelly's sadness had increased.

"Why did you want her to join us again?" Kelly asked.

"Because she's my sister and her happiness is important to me. If she loves you, she needs to be a participant in our discussions."

"Do you want to watch me go down on her again?"

John sputtered wine from his mouth and wiped up the mess with his napkin. "Don't surprise me while I'm drinking wine. Look, I've stained your linen tablecloth."

"Fuck the tablecloth. Answer my question."

"Whether I want to watch the two of you again, or not, had nothing to do with my desire to have her join us."

"Answer my fucking question, John."

"I don't know. I told you the sight of you going down on Janice excited me beyond belief, but other emotions intruded, overwhelmed my arousal and took control. Without those emotions, I might have joined the two of you this afternoon."

"Do you want to fuck her?"

Being brutally honest might become troublesome, John thought as he wondered what motives had prompted Kelly's questions.

"Why are you asking...?"

"Just fucking tell me, John. It isn't a difficult question. It requires only a simple yes or no."

"Not really, but I'll answer all of your questions. Do I want to watch the two of you again? Yes! Do I have an overwhelming desire to fuck Janice? No! If I watched the two of you would I join you? Probably! Would I fuck her if you wanted me to? Yes! Would I fuck her if you didn't want me to? No! There! Are you fucking satisfied?"

Kelly grinned. "Yeah. You're cute when you get angry."

"Fuck!"

She chuckled. "Now I'm hungry," she said and pushed a bite of steak into her mouth.

A few minutes later, Kelly asked, "Do you want me to stop fucking Janice, or not?"

"I'll answer that question after she arrives and joins our conversation."

"Fair enough. Eat your steak. It's quite good."

He laughed. "Yeah, I know." He cut off a slice and shoved it into his mouth. After he swallowed, he said, "You're a good cook."

"It doesn't take much of a cook to grill a steak, bake a potato, and make a salad."

"Ah, but you set a nice table."

"I'm especially fond of the center piece. I love yellow roses."

John watched her gaze fondly at the flowers and then turn her gaze on him. 

"And I love you," she added. "Whatever happens, please know I love you, John. I love you with all the love I have, and I have a lot of love to give. I worry about Janice because I've given you all my love. I don't know if I have any left over to share with her. What am I going to do?"

"I don't know."

"Would you be upset if I loved her just a little bit?"

"No. I want her to be happy. She's my sister, too. You are the most important person in my life, and Janice is a close second. But your happiness, Kelly, is more important to me than my own. If you and Janice need each other to make you both happy, I want you to love each other. If you love me, as well, that's even better."

Tears welled in Kelly's eyes. "Thank you. But you've got it backwards. I will never love you 'as well,' as you put it. I love you first and foremost, and always will. But since Janice told me she was in love with me, I've been thinking about how I really feel about her. I love her, John, not as deeply as I love you, but I love her a lot. Janice and I always kept our relationship casual, and Janice was even more insistent about keeping it casual than I. I think she feared if we became serious I would bolt and run, and she was probably correct. Without you as an anchor, that's precisely what I would have done. Also, I don't want my sister to stop trying to find the man she can joyfully share the rest of her life with. She's like me, John. She isn't a lesbian; she's bisexual and prefers men to women, or at least that's what she's always said. I don't know. Right now, I'm like you - thoroughly confused."

"Frustrating, huh?"

"Yeah." She pushed her chair back and rose. "I want to clean up the dinner mess before she arrives. It will only take a few minutes."

John helped her by clearing the table while she loaded the dishwasher. They finished at the same time the doorbell rang. John turned and started to answer the door, but Kelly stopped him and kissed him. She kissed him passionately, and he accepted and joined her in the arousing embrace. When he doorbell rang for the third time, Kelly said, "Okay, let her in."

When he opened the door, Janice skipped any greeting and abruptly asked, "Are you happy? You pushed the issue, John; I didn't. I was willing to leave well enough alone. Now, I suppose you're angry with me, too?" She breezed by him before he could answer.

"No," he said to her back. Her tan, long legs flashed as she walked by. He stopped her and turned her toward him. "I pushed the issue, Janice, because your happiness is important to me, too."

"Yeah, sure. If I believed that you could pull out a quitclaim deed for the Bay Bridge, and I'd buy the bridge, too. You may not be angry, Bro, but I am. How is she? Is she upset? I hate it when she's unhappy."

"I'm not a con man and resent the implication. I believe the term Kelly used to describe her current emotion was 'confused.' She was totally unaware you were in love with her."

"I would have preferred to keep her in the dark, John. She has enough problems ahead of her by merely loving you without my love for her complicating everything."

"True. Would you like a drink?"

"The law says I'm too young to imbibe, but I'd like a scotch on ice."

"Me, too," Kelly said as she entered the room.

"I'll make it three," he said cheerfully and strolled to the liquor cabinet. "We need more ice," he announced and grabbed the ice bucket. After filling the bucket in the kitchen, he returned to the living room and stopped dead in his tracks. Stunned, he watched Kelly and Janice locked in an embrace, with Kelly's mouth working against Janice's and her hands roaming over her body.

Déjà vu, he thought. At least they're fully dressed this time, not the shocking display I stumbled onto in the bathroom. He shrugged as he walked by them and started to make the drinks.

His hard cock throbbed.

When the women stepped back from the kiss, Janice spied him clinking ice in glasses. "You've come a long way, Baby," she quipped and smiled at him.

He shrugged again. "I love her. She loves me. You love her. She loves you. What are we to do?"

"She loves me?" Janice said excitedly. She turned to Kelly. "You love me?"

Kelly nodded and smiled. "Yes, I love you, but John is the love of my life."

"Oh, I know that. Jesus! I'm so happy." She rushed to her brother and hugged him. "Thank you, Bro, for understanding."

He finished making the drinks and passed them around. "A toast," he said raising his glass. "To incestuous love."

"Here, here," Janice quipped.

"I'll drink to that," Kelly remarked and smiled.

They clinked glasses and sipped, and the women settled on the sofa next to each other while John once again took the big chair facing them.

"Okay," he said. "We have some decisions to make. You two are lovers. Do you intend to remain lovers?"

"That's up to you, John," Kelly said.

"No, the two of you must decide. If you're asking if I object, the answer is no."

Janice smiled and took her sister's hand in hers. "Kelly?"

Kelly looked at her and with an almost imperceptible nod of her head agreed to continue her affair with her sister.

"Yes!" Janice shouted, excitedly.

"Okay. One decision made," John said. "Next question. How do I fit it in? When you make love do you want me to leave, stay but remain separate, or join in?"

Kelly glanced at Janice, and said, "I won't sneak around to be with you, Janice." She turned to John. "And I won't ask you to leave, John. Two options remain. You can stay or leave at your discretion, or you can join in." She turned back to Janice. "If he wants to join in, you must agree, Janice. I won't force him on you, and I'm sure he won't either. If you don't want him to join us, the decision is made."

Janice glanced shyly at her brother. "I want him to join us."

"Okay," John said grinning like a kid at Disney land for the first time. "We're making real headway here. There's one more decision to make. How do I join in? I mean...ah..."

Janice and Kelly laughed at the same time, mutually enjoying his sudden and unexpected inability to express himself.

"He wants to know if he can fuck you," Kelly said to her sister when her laughter subsided.

"Hell, yes. If he doesn't, I'd be disappointed. When I hugged him he had a hard-on, and from the brief encounter I had with it, I know I'd love to feel it inside me." Her dark eyes lost their focus and sparkled with a vision in her imagination. She blinked, returning to the moment, and asked, "May we get started tonight? I didn't bring a nightgown or anything, but..."

Kelly and John laughed this time. "I don't think you'll need a nightgown, Janice," John said. "But before we start shucking our clothes I need Kelly's permission to ravish you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Kelly," Janice said quickly. "I assumed. I didn't think. I..."

Kelly smiled at her. "I wouldn't want you to be disappointed. I'll share John with you, Janice, but remember, he's mine, not yours. Okay?"

"Okay. Sure. Can we...?"

John laughed. "Let's retire to your bedroom, Kelly." He stood and helped Kelly to her feet and pulled her into his arms. "I love you, sweet sister of mine. I love you with all my heart." He kissed her, and she kissed him, and Janice stood impatiently, stepping from one foot to the other waiting for her turn. When the kiss ended, Kelly kissed her. Then John pulled her into his arms.

"Whew! This boy can kiss, Kelly."

"He's a passable fuck, too," Kelly said.

"Passable? I should be offended," John remarked and tried unsuccessfully to look miffed.

Kelly laughed at his antics and the situation. "You're going to live your fantasy, John. I don't want your head to get too big," Kelly said as she dragged him toward her bedroom. She started to remove her clothes as they walked. 

Janice did the same, so John decided when in Rome or Kelly's house, etcetera. By the time the three of them reached the bedroom, the ladies were gloriously naked, but John still wore his trousers, shorts and socks, which dainty hands quickly removed, and the three of them piled onto Kelly's large bed. 

"I'm like a kid in a candy store," John said, his head whipping from side to side, from one beautiful woman to the other. He lay in the middle between them. "I don't know where to start."

"Janice, I went down on you this afternoon, but we were rudely interrupted before you could return the favor. Also, I know John is dying to fuck you. Why don't you lick me while he fucks you?"

"That's a plan I can live with," Janice said.

"Uh-huh," John mumbled. He had taken one of Janice's large nipples into his mouth while Kelly was stroking his cock.

"You're really, really hot, aren't you, John?" Kelly said.

"Oh, yeah."

"I think we need to alter the plan, Sis" Kelly continued. "Help me suck him off. He won't be worth a damn to you or me until after his first come, which shouldn't take us but a few minutes in his present condition."

Janice giggled. "An even better plan. We'll get him hard again while he watches a female sixty-nine. Then we can follow your original plan."

John had already decided to let the ladies guide the action, and he certainly didn't object to the new plan. He was so excited, he was shaking, and watched as first Kelly devoured his hard-on, and then Janice took a turn. Kelly had been the first woman who had ever swallowed his large cock completely. Janice became the second. When Janice bobbed up and released his cock, Kelly engulfed it and sunk to his balls. Then it was Janice's turn. Back and forth. Up and down. He moaned with pleasure and humped his hips up each time one of them swallowed him.

"His balls are getting tight," Kelly said as Janice dipped her head and licked his length as she retracted her mouth. "Do you want to swallow his come, or would you rather I do it. I don't know how you feel about swallowing."

"Let's keep sharing. You take his first spurt. I'll take the second." Janice looked at me. "I love your big cock, Bro. I can hardly wait to have it inside me."

He groaned again and decided he now knew what a fuck toy felt like. At the moment he didn't care. In fact, he relished the situation but vowed to later somehow alter the dynamics of the threesome. He reached and fondled one of Janice's dangling tits, tweaked the nipple and squeezed the entire breast.

"I think our boy likes your big breasts, Janice," Kelly murmured as Janice sucked his cock back into his mouth and gently scratched the underside of his scrotum.

"And his touch is almost as erotic as yours, Kelly," Janice commented as Kelly dipped her head over John's throbbing cock.

He felt an orgasm rising from deep inside him as Janice took her turn, and his youngest sister recognized the impending explosion.

"Hurry, Kelly," she said as her mouth jerked away from his cock. "He's coming."

Instead of swallowing his entire length, Kelly sucked only about half of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the crown. John groaned and then grunted loudly as his semen rushed up through his cock and spurted with force into his lover's mouth. She swallowed quickly and backed away, and Janice sucked up his next ejaculation and swallowed its volume without difficulty. They traded his spurting cock back and forth without losing a drop until he collapsed back to the bed and let his body relax fully.

They both licked then, kissing each other briefly between licks as they cleaned his throbbing, dribbling cock until it shined squeaky clean. He panted, trying to replenish needed oxygen and slowly recovered.

"What a tag team!" he gushed. "My god, that was...I don't know how to describe it. Wonderful, exquisite, all the adjectives I can think of seem inadequate."

Both women chuckled.

"Yeah, we make a hell of a team, Sis," Janice said.

"Uh-huh. Am I allowed to change the plan again?" Kelly asked.

"Certainly," John said.

"Sure," Janice agreed.

Kelly rolled to her back and splayed her legs. Her sultry eyes full of lust and need gazed at her sister. "Eat me, Janice. John watched me go down on you, but he hasn't seen you eat me. We'll do the sixty-nine later. Right now, I want your mouth on me. I want to concentrate on the exquisite sensations your mouth always gives me. No offense, John, but no one as ever eaten me as well as Janice, including you. You can join in whenever the urge strikes you."



My Sister, Kelly Ch. 05



Kelly felt her sister's hot breath as Janice's mouth descended on her cunt. She had always loved Janice's lips and tongue giving her pleasure, but with John watching, the pleasure seemed to increase exponentially. She gasped and reached for his hand as Janice swiped her tongue from her perineum up through the crease of her pussy to her clitoris.

John's fingers entwined hers, and Kelly studied him carefully as he gazed at Janice's mouth working its magic on her pussy. He's so handsome, she thought, and his body thrills me. A deep, nearly hairless chest, broad shoulders, small waist and a six-pack for a belly. And what a cock! Janice is simply going to love it! She watched him smile, a slightly crooked, boyish grin, and brush an errant lock of thick, dark-brown hair from his eyes. He swallowed nervously, and his sparkling eyes abruptly swung to hers. Lust and loved shined from them bathing her with near adoration. He bent and brushed his full lips with hers at the same instant Janice sucked her swollen clitoris into her mouth and lashed her tongue across the hard, excited nubbin. Kelly pulled her brother closer and the kiss became passionate. She reveled in the combined sensations of a tongue in her cunt and another in her mouth at the same time.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear when they broke the kiss, and his mouth moved slowly down across her neck, kissing and licking her hot skin, raising her perceived temperature even higher as he moved lower with each nip of his lips until his mouth pulled a nipple between his teeth and gently sucked. He pinched the other nipple with his fingers at the same moment Janice chose to insert a finger into her pussy, and a mini-orgasm struck her. She moved through it quickly, and Janice, familiar with her responses, continued without a pause to quickly build her excitement for an intense, more complex orgasm that would surely arrive later.

"I love you both," Kelly said and gasped with joy. She reached and found her lover's cock, surprised to find it fully erect. She stroked it as Janice licked and sucked and fingered her cunt.

"Fuck her, John," Kelly entreated. "I'm dying to see you fuck her. She didn't say so, but I've known she wanted your cock from the moment I described it for her. I want to see you push it into her, watch as it completely fills her loveable cunt."

Janice lifted her head momentarily. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me, Bro! Do me while I do our sister!"

Kelly watched as her brother moved around and knelt between her voluptuous sister's legs. His hard cock stood tall and erect and waved as he moved. She found the sight so erotic it took her breath away for a second. She sucked in air as she watched him pull Janice's hips up a little - she had been lying flat on her stomach while she licked Kelly's pussy. Kelly couldn't see the juncture of her sister's cunt and her brother's cock now, but deduced the view from the movement of his arms and torso. In her mind, she watched as John swiped the head of his cock through the crease of Janice's wet pussy and swirled it around at the center to soak the head with her juices. He had used his the cock the same way the first time he had entered her, so she had a reference for her imagination. She wished she could see the shiny head of his cock, shiny with Janice's juices, and decided it would be exciting to taste their combined liquids. She had so many wishes and wants, but she knew she only needed to be patient and all of them would be granted. The love of her life would make certain all of her wishes would come true, at least those he could do something about.

"The two of you are so beautiful together," Kelly remarked as her heart beat faster. "I'm going to love watching the two people I love make love with each other."

John set his cock at the opening of Janice's cunt and gazed at Kelly. "Do you still want me to fuck her?" he asked softly.

Kelly gulped and croaked, "Yes."

John pressed forward, and Kelly watched as his cock slowly disappeared into her sister's pussy. Janice groaned into Kelly's cunt; the sound vibrated over Kelly's clit and pushed her arousal higher, but not as high as the sight of her lover's long cock sliding out of sight into her other lover.

"Oh, God, Kelly," Janice said lifting her mouth from Kelly's pussy. "He's so big! He's filling me! Is he all the way inside me yet?"

Kelly raised her eyebrows, a silent question, and John shook his head.

"No, not quite," Kelly responded. "Give her all you've got, John. She wants it all. Fill her up. Fuck her!"

John grabbed Janice's hips and pulled her toward him as he thrust forward with force and grunted. Janice squealed with pleasure. Kelly sucked in air. In her mind, it was as if John had buried his long tool in her, not Janice.

"Now you've taken it all, Janice," John stated and started to make short and slow but forceful thrusts. Kelly imagined his balls swinging with each thrust, striking her sister's clitoris as his body slammed onto her thighs and round, pear-shaped ass. She knew Janice needed a lot of stimulation to climax. She had complained to her before that a man's cock inside her wasn't usually enough to get her off. That's one of the reasons Janice enjoyed sex with Kelly so much. Kelly always helped her achieve a lot of orgasms.

"Play with her clit while you fuck her, John," Kelly said and watched as he reached under his sister with his hand. He's in for a surprise, Kelly thought.

"Damn, Kelly," John said. "She has the largest clit I've ever touched."

"Yeah, I know. She's fucked me with it. It's like a baby cock. You have a big cock; she has a large clit; you're made for each other."

"And you have a large heart," John said. "You're made for love - and me." 

Kelly watched the muscles in her brother's arm ripple as he rubbed Janice's clit, and at the same time his strokes lengthened with each thrust.

"You have a tight, lively pussy, Janice," John said between pants. "I love it. And, I love watching your tongue pleasuring Kelly." He reached with his other hand to fondle one of Janice's breasts, but without at least one hand on her hip, the rhythm he had established faltered. He returned his hand to her waist and soon reestablished the pace he wanted and Janice seemed to enjoy.

Janice's lively tongue stabbed her sister's cunt deeply, tasting its sweet nectar, but neglected her clitoris only momentarily. Again she shoved a long finger inside her sister as she sucked the nubbin and lashed it with her tongue. She added a second finger, and Kelly felt an orgasm building, creeping closer and closer to the edge. She loved the edge, and if she were alone with Kelly, she would try to stay on the precipice for as long as possible because the wait made her orgasms more intense. Janice sensed the pending climax and backed away from Kelly's clitoris and licked first the outer lips and then the inner ones, finally sucking each of those in turn into her mouth.

"God, that's sexy," John said. "You're right, Kelly. Our sister has a talented mouth."

His strokes had lengthened, and he had quickened his pace. The muscles in his arm flexed so quickly they appeared to tremble. He must be lashing her clit with his fingers, Kelly thought. Janice moaned loudly, the sound reverberated off Kelly's clit again, and Janice shoved her hips back to take as much of John's long cock as possible. Janice started to pant into Kelly's pussy, a sure sign she was approaching to a climax, and her shoulders and back had flushed to a rosy pink, another clue to the high state of her arousal. Kelly could only imagine the hue of her upper chest and neck and knew her sister's climax was imminent. She looked up at John, and his face had turned into a concentrated grimace. He had quit thrusting and had started to pound his long, gorgeous shaft into his younger sister's cunt. He no longer made love with her; he fucked her like an animal, grunting and almost violently throwing his cock at Janice's cunt as fast and hard as he could.

"Fuck!" he shouted. "Fuck! I'm coming, Kelly! I'm coming, Janice! I'm coming!" 

John's plunging cock and his fingers at Janice's clit took her over the edge, and her scream into Kelly's cunt pushed Kelly into the abyss. Kelly grabbed her sister's head and pulled her mouth tightly to her cunt. Janice's tongue flattened against Kelly's clit, and Kelly's hips started to move hard and fast, plunging and reaching - concentrating on the sensations rolling through her body. Janice bit down on Kelly's clit, creating additional tremors, and John's fingers mashed Janice's source of pleasure, which added contractions to Janice's orgasm. Kelly screeched. Janice squealed, and John's body stiffened as he roared, a grotesque sound, but fitting for the animal he had become. He forcefully pulled Janice's hips to him as come blasted from the end of his cock into his sister's convulsing cunt. He pulled back and rammed her again, and then again and again as each of his orgasmic contractions ejaculated semen deeply inside her. Kelly imagined the feel of John's come jetting into her sister, soothing her battered cunt with its balm, and Kelly envied her momentarily, but she knew her turn would come soon that night. She knew Janice wanted to watch John fuck her as much as Kelly had wanted to see John fill Janice's cunt with his massive organ. And afterwards when John couldn't fuck for a while, Janice would go down on her again, lap John's come from her pussy and relish every drop of his male liquor.

John collapsed first, falling to the side, and then Janice rolled away and crawled up to kiss and cuddle Kelly, who lay limply between the pair. The three of them shared tender touches, soft kisses and sweet words of love.

"My god, Kelly, to call John's fucking ability passable is like calling the Titanic a row boat," Janice commented after they had recovered a little.

"I knew you'd love his cock, Sis," Kelly said. 

"Will you teach me how to eat Kelly's pussy like that?" John asked.

"I want to watch you fuck Kelly," Janice said.

"Give me a minute," John begged.

"Do you want me to eat his come from your cunt while he recovers?" Kelly asked Janice.

"Oh, yes, please," Janice replied.

The three of them made love late into the night. They tried various combinations, but many possibilities remained unexplored. The ladies never demonstrated a female sixty-nine. Maybe next time, Kelly thought. John fell asleep first, holding Kelly in his arms. Then Janice dropped off, and Kelly's mind replayed the events of the day.

Had she been wise to bring Janice into her love affair with her brother? She knew she had loved the sex the three of them had just experienced. A tear rolled from her eye and down her cheek, but it was a happy tear. She felt so in love she wanted to shout it out to the world, but she loved her brother and her sister and such a proclamation would only bring grief to all of them. Deeply felt love, she knew, not only gave pleasure but also contained the potential for great pain, but when brother loved sister, when sister loved sister, the likelihood for pain expanded enormously. 

She reached and brushed her lips across her sister's soft cheek. "Goodnight, sweet sister, my first love." She turned and kissed John's closed eyes so softly he didn't flinch. Then she kissed his adorable mouth, and whispered, "Goodnight, handsome brother, love of my life. No matter what happens I will always love you." She sighed and relaxed and closed down her thoughts. Seconds later, she joined her lovers in tranquil, needed slumber.

John woke first the next morning. The three of them appeared so entwined, he didn't' know if he could extricate himself without waking them, but he had to try. He needed to pee, and his need was great. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and groaned softly. 9:43 am. He didn't know what time they had given up their bacchanalia, but it was in the wee hours - the reason they had all slept so late. He kissed Kelly's forehead as he twisted from under her, and nibbled on one of Janice's large nipples when he rolled over her without placing any weight on her sleeping body. He finally achieved his freedom and stood on wobbly legs. After urinating, he splashed water on his face and grinned at himself in the mirror.

I'll surprise the ladies and prepare breakfast and serve it to them in bed, he thought as he brushed his teeth with the new toothbrush Kelly had given him yesterday morning. He rubbed his hand over the stubble on his face and debated whether to shower and shave first, but decided to at least start the coffee. Using Kelly's hair brush he tried to put his crinkled hair in order, but had to wet it a little to gain any control at all. 

Returning the to bedroom, he found his boxer shorts, slipped them on and padded toward the kitchen. He was happily humming an unnamed tune when he turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped so quickly his feet slipped on the floor.

His mother sat brooding at the kitchen table.

Sensing movement she turned her head toward him and anger flared in her tear-stained brown eyes. She stood and moved toward him.

John didn't know what to do, what to say. Like yesterday, he felt like a fence post buried in the floor.

His mother didn't speak, merely walked up to him, and slapped him with all the strength her small body could muster.

"You miserable, incestuous piece of shit!" she screamed and hit him again. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

She tried to hit him again, but John reached out and caught her hand, so she swung her other hand, catching him with her fingernails and raking his brow above his eye. "Piece of shit!" she screamed again and kicked out at him.

She had aimed the pointed toe of her shoe at his testicles, but John turned at the last second, and her foot slammed into his thigh. John grunted in pain and felt blood from his head wound sting his eyes. Her ferocious attack had surprised him. He had never seen his sweet, diminutive mother in a violent rage before. She acted like a dervish, and John decided his only defense would be retreat. He certainly had no urge to strike back. 

As he turned to flee, Kelly came hurdling into the kitchen and pushed her mother, pushed her so hard the woman stumbled and fell awkwardly and unladylike onto the tiled floor. She cried out in pain, but rolled over and managed to pull herself back to her feet, rubbing her backside and then straightening her dress. Kelly stood naked between her mother and John like a tackle defending a quarterback.

"Back off, Mom. John won't fight back, but I will."

"Incestuous slut!"

"Yeah, you have me pegged, but John isn't a piece of shit! He's your son, your firstborn! Now get a fucking grip! Okay?"

"He's no longer my son! I won't have a son who fucks his sisters!"

"Fine, if that's how you want it, but violence isn't the answer. Sit down!"

Tears welled in the older woman's eyes, and she slumped back onto the chair she had occupied when John had entered the kitchen. John wanted to go to her and hold her, tell her everything would be all right, but knew if he tried to touch her she would attack again.

Kelly turned to him. "You're bleeding!"

"I'm fine. She caught me with a fingernail."

"Are you happy now, Mom? Have you drawn enough blood?"

"I'm sorry. I lost control," Mother murmured, staring at the tabletop, refusing to look at either Kelly or John. John recognized all the fight had gone out of the woman. She sat sullen and dejected, without the energy to launch another attack. 

Janice stood in the doorway wearing one of Kelly's robes.

"Help John stop the bleeding, Janice. Put a Band-Aid or something on the cut. I'll stay with Mother. Let me have the robe you're wearing."

Janice nodded, stripped off the robe and handed it to her sister. Naked, she took John's arm and led him away. He limped.

"What's wrong with your leg?" Janice asked after they were out of their mother's sight.

"She kicked me." Unaccountably, he chuckled. "I didn't know Mom had that much violence in her."

"Me, either. I guess the shit has hit the fan."

"And according to Mom, I'm the piece of shit."

"She'll come around. I'll bandage your cuts. We'll get dressed, and the four of us will talk."

"Three days ago, I led an uncomplicated life, loved by my parents, adored by my sisters, and competent in my chosen profession." He chuckled again. "Of course, my job bored me; I was lonely, harbored a secret incestuous love for my sister, and spent my spare time collecting dirty pictures from the 'net to use as jack off fodder. Then I discovered my secret love loved me, too, and it was as if my life had started afresh. I had never been so happy, and last night I experienced what most men can only dream about when I spent the night with the two most beautiful and sexy women I know. Also last night, because I was so fucking full of myself, I forgot to lock the doors and set the new alarm I insisted Kelly needed, thereby allowing my mother to waltz in this morning to check on her beloved daughters and promptly find them in bed with her son. To top it off, the gentle, tiny woman who raised me has a propensity for violence hitherto unrealized. Life's a fucking kick, Sis."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Regardless, the shit has hit the fan."

"Uh-huh. Big time."

Ten minutes later, John and Janice joined Kelly and their mother in the kitchen. Kelly told them to sit. She had made coffee and poured a cup for each of them.

"Mother, would you like a cup of coffee, too?" Kelly asked.

"Yes, please."

John wondered what the two women had talked about in his absence, so he asked, "What's the situation? Have the two of you come to any conclusions?" He sipped the hot coffee, and his stomach rebelled against the acid in the coffee and created by the trauma and stress that morning.

"How's your head," his mother asked. "Did I hurt you seriously?"

"I'm fine, Mom."

Her mouth twisted into a pseudo smile. "Too bad. I meant to maim you."

Good, John thought. She has her sense of humor back. He laughed. "You damned near succeeded."

"I refused to discuss anything with Mother until we could all sit down together," Kelly announced and joined them at the table.

"We're all present and accounted for," John said. "Let's talk." He studied his mother briefly. Harriet Swain was forty-seven years young. Only twenty years old when she gave birth to John, she had maintained her youthful figure through the birth of three children. Her hair had turned gray before she was thirty, and a few years ago, she had stopped coloring it. Its natural color was stunning, and many believed an expensive salon had created the hue as well as the shiny, healthy look. The color complimented her olive complexion without aging her appearance. She had a soft feminine face, with laugh lines at her eyes, and a small mouth that smiled easily. John loved her and knew he was her favorite, although she tried mightily to never show it in the presence of her other children. Even after her violent attack, John wanted to hug her. Whenever he saw her, he had a compulsion to wrap her in his arms and hold her close. Usually, she wanted the same thing, but not this morning.

"Okay," his mother said. "Let's talk. What or who gave you the right to fuck your sisters?"

"Whoa! That's like asking a man when he stopped beating his wife, Mom," Janice said.

"No," John said, "it's a reasonable question, and its answer is the crutch of the matter. Kelly gave me the right to make love with her when she told me she was in love with me. That was the day before yesterday, Mom. I've been in love with her since I was a pup, and I found out a few days ago she felt the same way about me. For many years, neither of us did anything about how we felt because of the incest taboo, but...well, let's just say we tossed the taboo out with the bath water and decided neither of us could ever be happy with anyone else. Janice told us yesterday morning that she knew Kelly and I had been in love with each other for a long time. She also mentioned you wouldn't be surprised about how Kelly and I felt either. Was she wrong?"




My Sister, Kelly Ch. 05



"If you're asking if I knew the two of you had strong feelings for each other, stronger feelings than a brother and sister should have, Janice is correct. I am, however, surprised and dismayed you let your feelings overcome your common sense. I don't accept your explanation, but if I did, it doesn't explain the fact that you were in bed not only with Kelly but also Janice. Surely, you aren't in love with both of them."

"No, but I am," Kelly said. "Or rather I'm in love with John and I love Janice. Janice and I have been lovers for years, Mom."

Harriet Swain's jaw dropped, and then it slammed shut and fire entered her eyes again. John steeled himself to stop her if she physically attacked Kelly, but his mother's anger passed quickly. The older woman's shoulders drooped and tears welled in her eyes and overflowed, staining the makeup on her cheeks.

"I suspected," Harriet whispered to herself. "Damn it! I should have acted on my suspicions. Maybe I could have stopped this mess from developing." She turned to Kelly. "This is your doing, isn't it? Not John, but you!"

"Back off, Mom," John said. "Why are you trying to place blame?"

"Someone..."

"No, Mom. Not someone. Not one. Three! Three of us tumbled into that bed last night, and not one iota of force was used. What happened occurred between three consenting adults."

"Janice..."

"Mom, Janice is eighteen. An adult."

She turned to Janice. "Were you an adult the first time you had sex with your sister?"

"Don't go there, Mom," John said. "Why place blame? Why do you have such a need to blame someone? You started by blaming me. Then you blamed yourself, and finally you blamed Kelly."

"If anyone is at fault, it's me," Kelly said.

"No, I'm the one who pushed Kelly to have sex with me," Janice said. "And last night, I wanted both of them, Mom. If you need to blame someone, blame me."

"Stop it! Just fucking stop it! All of you!" John shouted and slammed his palm forcefully to the table. "Who is at fault doesn't fucking matter. Can't you all see that? What's important is what we plan to do about it. Mom, Kelly and I love each other. We will continue to love each other, and our love includes sex. Janice and Kelly love each other. They have a history that can't be denied. They will continue to have sex with each other. After last night, I love Janice. Kelly, Janice and I will continue to have sex with each other. That's the reality of the situation. You might not like it, but you'll damn well have to live with it!"

Silence.

"After last night, I love you, too, John," Janice said softly, breaking the silence.

"You're breaking the law," his mother said, ignoring Janice.

"Yep. Are you going to turn us in?" John asked.

"No, of course not."

"Then what's your point?"

"What you're doing is wrong."

"No, as far as I'm concerned, nothing could be more right."

"Here, here," Kelly said.

"I agree with John," Janice added.

His mother's tears started to flow again. "What about grandchildren. I want grandchildren, damn it!"

"Kelly and I won't know if we can give you grandchildren until we consult with a geneticist. If it's safe, we'll give you grandchildren because it's Kelly's fondest wish to be a mother, like you."

"John, that's wonderful!" Kelly jumped up, landed on his lap and proceeded to kiss him. "You never mentioned..."

"We've hardly had time for anything except getting to know each other a little, and after seeing you and Janice making love yesterday, we used all our time resolving that issue. Anyway, from my discussions with others interested about the subject on the 'net, the incidents of deformities in children from incestuous parents is much lower than governments and religions have led us to believe, and today a geneticist can test and predict the odds quite accurately. Don't let your hopes run too high. We could be among the small percentage of incestuous couples that shouldn't take the risk."

"I know. Damn, I love you so much!" She kissed him again. "Even a small chance we could become parents someday thrills me, John." She turned to her mother. "Can't you understand why I love this rascal so much?"

Amazed, John watched his mother crack a small smile for the first time that morning.

"Yeah, I love him, too, you know. He is, as you pointed out in no uncertain terms earlier, my firstborn."

"Also, Mom, I have every intention of marrying a man and having babies when I'm ready," Janice said.

"But what about you and Kelly?" Harriet asked with a confused look.

Janice giggled. "Mom, we're bisexual, not lesbians. I like men, prefer them to women, except for Kelly, of course." She glanced at John and turned back to her mother. "John was absolutely scrumptious last night, the best man I've ever been with. The man I marry will have to be his equal, so rest easy. I'll give you superior grandchildren if they can't take the risk. By the by, Mom, if you ever get the urge to stray, I'd recommend you don't stray far from home. When I said John was the best, I wasn't kidding."

"Janice! How can even suggest...?"

"Ah, Mom, lighten up. You're sitting among three persons who think the incest taboo is a bunch of bunk. Try him; you'll like it."

"Janice, back off," John said. "Christ, you're embarrassing me as much as you're shocking Mother."

Harriet Swain laughed, a belly-grabbing guffaw. "That's rich, John. You fuck your sisters, and then get embarrassed if one of them suggests you fuck your mother." She turned to Janice. "He's that good, huh?"

"You better believe it. Big, too! Filled me to the brim."

John blushed and glanced toward Kelly. She was grinning from ear to ear.

"I'll share him, if you're interested, Mom," Kelly quipped. 

"Wait just a damned minute!" John exclaimed.

"What? You don't want your old Mom?" his mother asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"I didn't say that. I just..."

She laughed. "Just teasing, Son." She turned to Kelly. "I am curious about this girl-to-girl sex you and Janice enjoy. You both say you prefer men. If so, why have sex with a woman?"

"Because it's different and exciting because of the differences. Besides most men aren't as proficient as John, and even John doesn't have the staying power Janice has."

"I can attest to that, Mom," John quipped.

"Hush, Son. You aren't properly equipped to discuss girl-to-girl sex."

"True, but I can comment from an observer's standpoint."

"I see. Now that would be interesting. Would you and Janice allow an audience?"

"Mom!" Janice exclaimed, obviously shocked.

"I think that could be arranged," Kelly said.

"Kelly!" Janice shouted.

"Oh, hush, Sis," Kelly said. "Mom and I are negotiating."

"Negotiating. I'm sure I don't know what you mean?" Mother said innocently. "What needs to be negotiated? You've told me you aren't going to stop having sex with one another, and you know I won't turn you into the authorities."

"Dad," Kelly said, simply.

"Yep," Mother said with a sly grin. "There's your father to consider."

"Are you going to inform him about us?" John asked, intimidated by the thought.

"Yep. He'd find out soon enough on his own, and if he knew I knew and had kept it from him, I'd be the villain. I won't knowingly assume the role."

"Then there's nothing to negotiate," John said.

"Sure there is. Right, Mother?" Kelly said, looking clever and superior.

"Yep."

"What?" John asked.

"The manner and words she uses to inform him," Kelly said.

"Oh," John said. "What about the lever you and Janice have?"

Kelly frowned at him and shook her head.

"If you're talking about the times he put his hands on your sisters when they were young, forget it," Mother said. "After I watched him with you once, Janice, I confronted him and he promised to walk the line. That's why he stopped his games with you. He also confessed a host of other sins at the same time - the reason I know about you and your father, Kelly. By the way, I've always wanted to ask, and now seems an appropriate opportunity. Would you have fucked him, Janice, if he had been willing?"

"In a second, Mom. In a second."

Mother laughed again. "That's what I thought. Sometimes, Janice, you're a bit of a slut."

Janice laughed. "I know, but Daddy's a hunk, Mom. Hot!"

"Yes," Mom said and chuckled. "That's why I married him. Though he does have a problem with the young stuff. I have to watch him. I wouldn't want him to get into trouble with the law."

John shook his head. He had learned more about his mother in the last fifteen minutes than all the years before. 

"To return to the subject," Kelly said. "What will it take to get you to present our situation to Daddy in the best possible light."

Mom chuckled. "Nothing. I'd do it that way, anyway. I don't want our family ripped asunder."

Kelly relaxed.

"Of course, I might need a little help from one of you," Mother said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Janice, you've admitted you would have fucked your father when you were a squirt. How about now?"

Janice's jaw dropped. "What?"

"I asked if you still wanted to fuck him? It's an easy question to answer."

"Not without your permission."

"My permission would be a given."

"Then yes, I wouldn't be opposed. Frankly, fucking Daddy is one of my favorite fantasies."

"Good. It might not come to that, but he can't oppose our children's incestuous commitments if he commits the crime himself."

Kelly laughed. "You take motherhood seriously, don't you?"

"Yep. You are my chicks, and I'm your mother hen. And if we need to trip the rooster so he falls between your sister's lovely legs to keep this family together, then that's just what we'll do."

Amazed, John shook his head. "Unbelievable," he muttered.

"Believe it, Son. You laid down the gauntlet with your impassioned speech about love and sex, and you left me very little wiggle room." She stood. "I need to go. Son, stand up give your old mother a hug. I'm sorry I tried to maim you."

John stood and wrapped her in his arms. He hugged her tight and kissed her cheek. "I love you, Mom."

"I know, and I love you."

She hugged and kissed her girls and left, leaving silence in her wake.

"What a roller coaster ride," John said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," Kelly agreed. "Mom's a tiger." She laughed. "She certainly tore into you. When I arrived, she looked like she was trying to make you a soprano."

John chuckled. "She damned near succeeded, too. I understand her ire more now. She believed I was destroying our family - something she won't tolerate. She's tough, much tougher than I suspected."

"Were you serious about fucking Daddy, Janice?" Kelly asked.

She blushed. "Yeah. You don't mind, do you?"

Kelly laughed. "No. You're a big girl. It's your choice."

John grinned. "If you have any reservations, don't do it. My stonewalling tactic worked with Mother. It might be as effective with Dad."

"Are you crazy?" Janice said. "Mother just gave me permission to fuck Daddy, something I've wanted to do since puberty. If you think I'm going to pass up the opportunity, you're crazy."

Kelly grinned. "Let her be, John. Frankly, I'm a little jealous. He's been a participant in a few of my fantasies, too."

John shrugged and his belly growled. "I had planned to make breakfast and serve the two of you in bed. That's why I ran into Mom in the kitchen. I'm wiped out now, though. Let's go out to eat."

"Okay," Kelly said.

"I can't," Janice said. "I have a dentist appointment in an hour. What about tonight?

"I want John to myself tonight. Do you mind?"

"No, I understand. Besides I get to fuck Daddy soon!" She laughed gaily, planted a luscious kiss on each of them and breezed out the door.

John rose, locked the door and set the alarm. "I wish one of us had locked up last night before we hurried to the bedroom," he said, grimaced and rubbed his thigh.

"How badly did she hurt you, Lover?"

"It's just bruised. For such a small package she packs a large wallop. Let's go. I'll tell you about my meeting with my lawyer yesterday while we have breakfast."

"Okay. Come back to the bedroom with me, and we'll talk while I shower and get dressed."

"I need to shower and shave, too."

"Good. I'll wash your back and you wash mine."

John limped down the hall behind her, and she dropped her robe to the bathroom floor. As exhausted as he felt, the sight of her naked body still thrilled him, and with sexual thoughts running through his mind, he remembered Kelly's expression of jealousy about Janice fucking their father.

"So you'd like to fuck Dad, huh," John said as Kelly bent to adjust the temperature of the water in the shower.

Kelly blushed. "Not really. Fucking Daddy is merely a fantasy of mine."

"But you told Janice you were jealous." He dropped his shirt to the floor, and then his trousers.

"You're the only man I truly want and need, John. That doesn't mean I won't fantasize about being with other men, including Daddy. You lived your fantasy last night. I have no intention of living my fantasies about Daddy." She pulled the shower curtain back and stepped under the hot spray.

Hurrying, John finished undressing and joined his sister in the shower. Kelly turned to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She kissed him as the water splashed down upon them.

"Mom wants to fuck you, John," she said when they came up for air.

John felt his cock start to harden with her comment.

"What makes you say that?"

"A woman knows when another woman wants her man. Mom wants you." She reached and stroked his hardening cock. "And from the feel of this hard fellow, you're interested, too."

"Every boy fantasizes about fucking his mother."

"But not every boy has a mother receptive to the idea. When Janice told her how good you were in bed and how big you were, I could almost smell her arousal. Mom's had the hots for you for years. I've seen her looking at you with lust in unguarded moments."

"She seemed more interested in observing you and Janice in a Sapphic embrace. If she watched the two of you, she'd join you. She'd become too hot to resist."

"Maybe. Do you think you could handle the three of us?"

"No, but it would be fun to try. Right now, I'm interested in only one of you. Turn around. Good. Now take the position. You know, with your hands on the wall and your legs spread. Perfect. God, you have a beautiful ass!"

He searched with the end of his hard cock and entered her. She gasped and pushed back at him until she had taken most of his length.

"Nice," she said. "Do you mind if I touch myself?"

"Be my guest. Pretend I'm Daddy."

She gasped. 

"Pretend you're thirteen years old again. Pretend you're taking a shower, and your father pulls back the shower curtain and steps under the water with you. He spins you around and makes you take the position, and he thrusts his hard cock into your cunt like this." John pushed his cock fully into her.

She moaned, and John could see her arm moving as she furiously rubbed her clit.

"Do you scream and push him away? Or do you fuck him?" John asked and his hips started to flash back and forth. He wanted a quick, hard fuck, spiced with fantasy.

"Fuck me, Daddy! Oh, that feels so good, Daddy. Fuck me faster! Harder!"

"Now pretend Mother steps in the shower with you and your daddy and starts to fondle your tits like this." He squeezed her whole breast and then pinched a nipple.

"Mom, that's so nice. Yes, Mom, play with my tits while Daddy fucks me. Oh, god, Daddy. I'm going to come. Mommy, I'm coming. After Daddy squirts his incestuous come in me, will you eat my cunt, Mom? Will you suck all of Daddy's spicy come out of my pussy?"

John had expected her to climax before him, but with her nasty words and incestuous expressions, an orgasm suddenly hit him and raged quickly through his body. He groaned and ejaculated into his sister's cunt.

"Oh, yes, Daddy! Squirt your nasty stuff into me. Give me a baby!"

Kelly climaxed with that thought, and the orgasm was so powerful, John had to hold her erect or she would have fallen to the tile floor of the shower. He held her and kissed her until she recovered enough to stand on her own.

"You're a naughty rogue, John. You bring out the best and the worst in me," Kelly said as she scrubbed his back.

"No, I merely allow you to be yourself. I'd wager you're even naughtier when you're alone and masturbating."

She chuckled. "Sometimes. God, I love you." She spun him around and kissed him. "No matter what I do, John, never doubt I love you."

"That sounds scary," John said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Nothing specific, but yesterday when you watched Janice and me, you believed I didn't love you. I don't want you to think I don't love you ever again, no matter what happens or what I do. Okay?"

"Okay. Are you keeping something from me, Kelly?"

"No, not really. Maybe. John, Mom's plan for Daddy and Janice won't work. Janice has already tried to seduce him, and he passed. I might need to get involved. Mom and I are a lot alike. She'll do anything it takes to protect her brood. I'll do anything it takes to protect the love we have for each other. I will not let the parents or anyone else take you from me, John."

"Jesus! You know how to keep life interesting, Kelly."

"Yeah, I do, don't I?" She grinned mischievously.

"A word of caution. Don't do anything that will cause me to stop loving you. I can't imagine what that would be, but it can happen. It nearly happened yesterday when I walked in on you and Janice."

"I know."

"Do you have any other surprises from your past that will affect how I feel about you?"

She hesitated. "Yes, but I won't discuss them unless I'm forced." She smiled. "A girl deserves to have a few secrets from her man."



My Sister, Kelly Ch. 06



John's a bit naïve and doesn't have a ruthless molecule in his body - a good mate for me, Kelly thought. I'm a ruthless bitch with a lot of guile and little naiveté. She sighed. But, I am naïve about some things, frequently make assumptions without enough facts, and in the past generally went through life along the path of least resistance. No more. I have something to fight for now. I've found my man and will protect my position with him regardless of obstacles looming up in the path. I'll let Mom and Janice take their shot at Daddy, but if they fail, I'll bring him around. I know a few things about him they don't.

The waitress interrupted her thoughts, and Kelly placed her breakfast order.

She smiled at her man. "Tell me about your meeting with your attorney, John. By the way, did you need to let him see the video with me in the starring role?"

John blushed. "Yeah. He refused to pursue the matter without viewing the tapes. I left them with him. Sorry."

"That's okay." Surprisingly, Kelly wasn't as upset as she thought she would be. "Will he be able to help us?"

"Maybe. He says he has a potential legal attack with record keeping requirements, model information and model release forms. Every performer in any video depicting explicit sexual content on the Internet or otherwise must provide a release to the video's producer; in your case, the producer was probably Jim. Bob doesn't believe the adult web site offering your video for view would buy the film or even offer it to viewers without such a release; so in all likelihood, Jim forged your signature. Did you ever sign anything Jim shoved in front of you without knowing what it was?"

"No, I don't think so, but he handled our finances and other matters like that and asked me to sign papers from time to time. I might have signed a release without reading the document if he presented it to me in the guise of something else. If I did, or if Jim forged a release, does that mean we can't get the video removed from the Internet?"

"Bob wouldn't commit. He did say he could threaten the owners of the web site with a lawsuit. Under such a threat, they might pull it, which brings me to the second problem. Bob's research indicates the site is owned by the mob."

"Dagnabit! Is it wise to take on the mob, John?"

He chuckled. "Not really, though they tend to kill each other more than outsiders."

"Okay, what's our next step?"

"Instruct Bob to make the threat. If the web site ignores us or tells us to go piss up a rope, Bob has no other suggestion except to sue your ex-husband."

"No. I don't want to sue him. A civil suit will take years and cost a bundle, and Jim's a wily son of a female dog. Suing him isn't an option. I just want to get that video off the Internet, and then get even with the scum sucking shithead, and more. As I said, I don't want to get even with the fucker; I want to get ahead. You mentioned you had an idea."

"Yeah. I'll lay it out for you when I have more of the pieces in place. In the meantime, I've told Bob to hold off on the threat. I don't want Jim to know we're on to him before we lower the boom. Then I'll sic Bob on the web site."

"Good enough. I'm happy you're helping me with this. I get so angry when I think of what the low-life, miserable, scab-picking, belly-crawling snake did to me, I see red, which isn't the proper frame of mind to attack the problem. Clear thinking is required; something your organized mind is better suited for. God, I love you." She took his hand in hers.

John laughed. "I'll make some calls when we return to your house, and move my plan along a little. I might need your help, or Janice's to pull it off."

"Now you've piqued my curiosity. I think you'd better lay it out for me."

"Okay, but I don't have all the pieces in place for my plan, even in my head, so it could change dramatically. Remember, I mentioned we could use Jim's perversion against him. Well, I..."

Jim spoke for about fifteen minutes. Their meals arrived, interrupting him momentarily. He finished eating about the time he finished laying out his plan. Leaning back in his chair, he smiled. "What do you think?"

"I love it!" Kelly also decided she needed to dramatically alter her opinion that her lover didn't have a ruthless molecule in his body. "I'll help. I have a few ideas along the same lines we can explore."

"One other thing. We need to decide whether to approach Mary or not. The more I've thought about it, the more I believe she was drugged during the taping episode. Regardless, contacting her is risky."

"Let's approach her anonymously."

John's expression looked inward. "That'll work. Any suggestions?"

"Let's use Mom. I don't' want you involved at all. You'll be too exposed by other elements of your plan to take the risk."

John grinned. "Good idea! She needs to know about our problem anyway."

For more reasons than you think, Lover, Kelly thought.

***

"So what do you think, Mom?" Kelly asked. John and Kelly had just informed their mother about the video featuring her oldest daughter on the Internet. The three of them sat in Kelly's living room. Janice was expected momentarily.

"I think your ex should be strung up my his balls."

Kelly giggled. "We have more drastic measures in mind. We plan to do to him what he did to me, but in spades."

"Mom, we need someone to feel Mary out, the gal in the other video we told you about," John said. "We think she was drugged, probably with a date-rape drug like GHB or Rohypnol."

"How do you know about such drugs, Son? You haven't used them, have you?" his mother asked, her serious expression defying him to lie to her.

He chuckled. "No, of course not. I did some research on the Internet. GHB and Rohypnol are sedatives, popularly known as date-rape drugs. Victims can be drugged by spiking their drinks, and the next day they wake up not knowing how they got where they are or what happened the night before. They're street drugs. Anyway, if Jim and Peter spiked her drink with one of these drugs, she won't remember the taping incident. If this is the case, we'll have her meet with us. If she remembers the incident, she was either blackmailed or joined the men willingly. Under those circumstances, we won't meet with her. Kelly can't feel her out. It has to be someone she doesn't know. Will you make the call for us? Anonymously, of course."

"Certainly. What's her number?"

Kelly handed her a slip of paper, and John handed her a cell phone with a suction cup attached to the receiver and a wire leading to a tape recorder. "Use this cell phone, Mom. It can't be traced to any of us, and we'll tape the conversation." He reached and handed her a piece of paper. "This is a tentative script. Take a gander and then put it into your own words."

"Why the cloak and dagger?" she asked as she glanced over the script.

"This is the first salvo in our plan for revenge. Nothing can come back to Kelly or me and any of the players in our plan. We're merely being careful."

The doorbell rang, and Kelly let Janice in. John noticed Kelly locked the door and set the alarm. Good for her, he thought. Security might become an issue soon. Kelly quickly outlined for Janice why mother was here and what was happening.

Mother dialed. Everyone listened to her end of the conversation.

"Mary Carrington, please," Mother said. "Mary, you don't know me. I called to inform you that you've been recognized as a participant in a pornographic video available for viewing at an adult web site ... I can assure you it's true ... no, I haven't viewed it myself, but my informant is very reliable ... No, Mary, I called to ask if you were aware of this video ... I see. Do you remember a time you woke up and didn't remember what happened the day before? ... Mary, calm down. You aren't the only woman misused in this fashion. The other woman is my informant. Do you want to meet with her? ... Fine. I will inform her of this conversation, and she will call you within the hour but only if you promise to tell no one about this conversation or that you are in a porn film on the Internet before you meet with her. Do you agree to this condition? ... Fine. Expect her call. Goodbye."

Everyone started talking, but John asked for silence. "Let's listen to the conversation before we discuss anything." He pressed the play button on the recorder, and Mary's side of the conversation joined his mother's.

"Well, what do you think, Mom?" John asked when the recording ended. "Was she honestly unaware of the video?"

"Yes."

"Kelly?" John asked.

"Yes."

"I agree," John said. "Give her a call, Kelly, and ask her to meet you for a drink at Maxim's at five o'clock. Don't use your name; remain anonymous, if possible. Use the cell phone, and record the conversation. Mom, Janice, would you join me in the kitchen, and I'll tell you what Kelly and I have planned for Jim."

***

"Won't you be breaking a few laws?" Janice asked, concerned after John had outlined his plan.

"No more than Jim," Mother said. "Go for it, Son. The perverted, pusillanimous prick deserves what you've got in store for him, and more."

"Okay. Remember a crucial element in the plan is a lure to get Jim to the place where we'll drug him and make our video. The lure must be a beautiful, sexy woman. Any suggestions?"

"Do I qualify," Janice asked with a glint in her eyes.

"You exceed the beauty and sexiness requirement by a long shot, and I have no doubts you could achieve our purposes, but Jim would come after you later. No, the woman must be someone Jim doesn't know. I don't want to minimize the potential danger the woman will be exposed to after we post the video to the Internet. Jim will look for her with blood in his eyes. My preference for the lure is someone who doesn't live here, someone from another city, if possible, thereby minimizing the likelihood Jim could discover her identity and attack her. I've got to be honest, I can't think of anyone we can use as our lure. Kelly can't either."

"I know some women who qualify and might be persuaded to help us, but they all live in the Phoenix area," Janice said.

"Do you know Mary's age?" Mother asked.

"From the video she looked about Kelly's age, maybe a little older."

"Would a woman thirty years old suffice, especially if she looks younger?" Mom asked.

"Probably. Age isn't as big an issue as beauty. She needs to be drop-dead gorgeous. I want Jim panting, willing to do anything she suggests."

"Well, my best friend when I was a teenager lives in Albuquerque now, and her daughter just went through a messy divorce and is living with her mother for a while. Coincidentally, I talked with Jennifer, that's my friend's daughter, on the phone this morning and invited her for a visit to Phoenix. We made tentative plans for next week. I think we can persuade Jennifer to help us, and she certainly qualifies as drop-dead gorgeous, at least she qualified the last time I saw her, which was about four years ago at her wedding. While married, she lived on the East coast, so it was difficult for us to get together."

John hesitated. He remembered Jennifer. She had visited their house frequently in his youth but moved away when she was twelve or thirteen. She was a pretty girl then. Yes, he thought, Jennifer will make a good lure. "Next week is too late," he said. "I'd like to talk with her to find out if she'll act as our lure before next week. I want every detail of the plan setup by the weekend. Will she fly out early if you ask?"

Mother shrugged. "I don't know. I'll call and ask her."

"If she can't and you really think she'll help us, I could fly to Albuquerque to meet with her. By the way, what makes you think she'll help us? Why will she put herself at risk for some strangers?"

"Well, she knows me. I'm certainly no stranger. I'm her Godmother. Also, one of the reasons she divorced her husband relates to Kelly's problem. He wasn't as vile as Jim. He didn't make a video of her and post it to the Internet, but the man took photos of her - dirty pictures, Jennifer called them. They were private, just for him, he told her, but then he showed them to his buddies, even made copies and gave a few away. I guess this was the straw that broke the camel's back, and she filed for divorce. To top it off, he used the photos as evidence during divorce proceedings, along with some lies about her committing adultery, when he was the one who couldn't keep his petrified penis put away in his pants."

"Do you have her phone number with you?" John asked. Mom's into alliteration today, he thought.

His mother rummaged in her purse and pulled out an address book. She smiled. "Yep. Shall I call her now?"

John nodded. "Thanks, Mom. You're a gem."

"No need for thanks. I want that no-good, lower-than-life bottom feeder Kelly married in a weak moment to get his comeuppance just as much as you and Kelly. I want to help."

John realized for the first time where Kelly had learned to cuss. Kelly had inherited the talent from her mother and had merely taken it to a new level of expertise. His mother made the call and hung up just as Kelly stepped into the kitchen.

"She'll be here tomorrow afternoon," Mother announced with a grin. "I didn't go into any details, merely told her I needed her here to do me a favor." The diminutive woman chuckled, crinkling the laugh lines at her eyes. "I think I surprised her. I've never asked her for a favor before."

"Mom, I don't want Jennifer to do this merely to please you. Remember, she'll be placing herself at risk."

"I know, but I also know Jennifer."

"I know Jennifer, too," Kelly added as she stepped into the room. "What a great idea, Mom. She'll make the perfect lure. I don't know why I didn't think of her."

"Has Jim ever met her or seen a picture of her?"

"Yep," Kelly said, but continued to smile. "I have a picture of Jennifer and me in one of my albums. She was ten years old at the time. I was four. Jim won't recognize her, John."

"Okay. She won't be using her real name, and afterwards she'll return to Albuquerque, so she's an excellent candidate if she'll play the role," John said. He smiled. "Our plan is starting to gel. Will Mary meet with us at five, Kelly?"

"Yes. She wanted to meet earlier - now, in fact - but I put her off."

"Excellent. Did she recognize your voice?"

"I don't know. If she did, she said nothing. Frankly, she was so distraught, I could have announced my name and it might not have registered."

"Okay. I need to be at Maxim's by 4:30 to make sure Mary arrives alone, and I have a meeting with my man in a half-hour. You're scheduled to arrive at 5:00, Kelly." John rose. "Lock the door behind me and set the alarm," he said to Kelly and kissed her. She turned the kiss into a toe-curling, attention-grabbing embrace, and he groaned with disappointment when she finally released him with a partial erection. He hurried to the door. If they had been alone he would have taken her to the bedroom to reinforce how much he loved her.

***

About ten minutes after John left, Janice had to leave as well. Alone with her mother, Kelly asked, "Mom, I know you're willing to share Dad with Janice so he'll accept the incest going on between John, Janice and me, but I think there's another reason, one you haven't mentioned, a quid pro quo, if you will. If I'm wrong, fine. But..."

"You've always been too smart for your own good," Mother said. "Yes, I have another reason, but I won't discuss it with you. Not yet, anyway."

She wants John, Kelly thought, and if Daddy fucks Janice, to be fair he would give her the green light to hop in bed with my man. The question is do I want to share John with her. I've already brought Janice into our bed, which isn't too troublesome because I can control Janice. When she wanted to join us again tonight and I told her no, she accepted my decision without question or rancor. If Mother joins us, too, will she be as accommodating? I think I'll push the issue.

"Does your reason involve you and John?" Kelly asked.

The older woman burst out laughing. When she settled down, she said, "Only peripherally. You think I want to have sex with John, don't you?"

"Well, it's true, isn't it? I've seen how you looked at him a few times when you didn't know you were being observed."

"Oh, I've had an itch for John for quite a few years but never acted on it. What makes you think I'd try to scratch the itch now?"

"If I were willing to share him would you have sex with him?"

"Maybe, but you left out an important ingredient. He needs to want me, too."

Kelly laughed. "That goes without saying. I know for a fact he's interested."

"Interested isn't enough."

"I understand, but now I'm really curious about your extra motive for sharing Dad with Janice. I thought I knew, and I don't. You know I hate being out of the loop."

"There is no loop, Kelly. I'm the only one who knows. Can a loop exist with a singular starting and stopping point without dimension?"

Kelly chuckled. "Possibly in quantum physics, but I get your point."

Her mother blushed. "If you must know, it has more to do with you than John."

"Me! I don't understand."

"I told you I'm not ready to discuss the reason, not with you or anyone. I've already said too much."

What the hell is she talking about? Kelly asked herself. She could think of no reason... No, it couldn't be! Surely...

"Mom, do you want to have sex with me?"

Her mother's blush deepened. "Not necessarily. Damn it! Let's change the subject."

"Not necessarily? What does that mean. Either you do or you don't."

"I do and I don't." She groaned with frustration. "I've said too much, and the timing is rotten." She sighed. "Okay, let me explain. You've met Jennifer's mother, Hazel."

"Yes, what about her?"

"Well, she was my best friend when we were teenagers. Hazel was a year older than me. One night during a sleep over we were talking about boys and the subject of necking came up. Well, I had not yet been on a date, but Hazel had been on a couple, and during one of them she did a little petting. She said she really enjoyed it." She chuckled. "Hazel liked sex. She became pregnant when she was seventeen and had Jennifer at eighteen. The boy, her high-school sweetheart, married her, and as far as I know they've been very happy since. Sorry, digressed. Anyway, at some point in our discussion about necking, I asked her to show me what the boy did. She agreed and we kissed, rather passionately if I remember correctly, and her hands roamed over my body. We were wearing t-shirts and panties. No bras." She snickered. "I don't think I needed a bra then though the hormones of puberty had attacked me with a vengeance, but when her fingers touched my breasts over my t-shirt, I became very excited." She laughed nervously and hesitated. "This is more difficult to relate than I expected it to be."

"Go ahead, Mom. I'm perfectly comfortable with everything you've said. Hazel felt you up, which excited you."

"Yes, I became very aroused. I remember my heart beat increased and sound very loud to me, and I had difficulty breathing. I didn't want her to stop, but she did, and I was so excited I wanted to feel her up, too, so I suggested I play the part of a boy and do some necking myself. She considered my suggestion a grand idea, so I kissed her, and my hands started to roam over her body like hers had wandered over mine, but I became bolder than she, and soon my hands were under her t-shirt, touching and fondling her bare breasts. She told me she wouldn't let a boy do that; if she did, then the boy would consider her loose, sort of sluttish, I think her words were. I asked her if she wanted me to stop. She didn't say anything, so I kept touching her. Well, she didn't push me away, so I escalated my caresses. I ran my hand up and down her thighs, petting her soft skin. She started to breath more deeply, and finally my fingers brushed against her vagina over her panties."




My Sister, Kelly Ch. 07



Kelly arrived late for her appointment with Mary but as planned still looked for John in the lobby before searching for the woman in the classy hotel bar. She spied her brother walking toward her, and her heart took a turn. I love him so much, she thought and hoped her assignation with her mother that afternoon had not harmed how he felt about her.

"All's well," John said with an anxious smile as he gave her a quick kiss. "She wasn't followed. She's sitting alone nervous as a whore at a Jerry Falwell prayer meeting. You're late."

"Sorry. Mother and I got carried away." Kelly had purposefully brought up the issue of the afternoon with her mother to judge John's reaction face to face. En route to Maxim's, she had started to worry John might now think of her as a slut. After all, yesterday he had caught her fucking her sister, and today she had fucked her mother. Maybe I am a slut, Kelly thought and blushed.

John smiled broadly. "And I can hardly wait to hear every detail, but we'd better join Mary before she bolts and runs."

Kelly relaxed. All was well. They hurried to the bar and walked briskly to the booth John had reserved for Mary. John slid in on one side of the distraught woman; Kelly slipped into the booth on the other side.

"Kelly! I didn't realize!" Mary exclaimed, and her jumpiness became even more pronounced.

"Yeah, that no-good, slime-swilling, blight on the human species soon to be known as my ex-husband put a video of me on the Internet, too."

Mary wrung her hands. She had already shredded the paper napkin under her drink. Before she could speak, a waitress arrived, and John and Mary ordered their drinks. When the three of them were alone again, Kelly introduced Mary to John, and added, "John is helping me with our problem. He's the one who noticed you appeared drugged and suggested I contact you."

Mary's bright blue eyes widened and turned to John. "Then you've seen the video. What...oh, gosh, what's it...what happens in the video. Am I naked? Does Jim...?"

Kelly reached and took Mary's hand. "Calm down, Mary. After we talk for a while, we'll go to John's apartment, and you can see the video for yourself."

"What am I going to do? Chuck asked me to marry him last week. If he learns about the video, he'll want his ring back."

"Oh, Mary, surely Chuck..."

"His first wife slept around on him, Kelly, and he's a nut about fidelity. I don't know, maybe he'll understand, but..."

"Regardless, you need to tell him, Mary," John said. "The video exists. It's on the Internet for the world to see. Even if we're successful in our effort to have it removed, it will probably go underground. It's been saved to too many hard drives in computers around the world. Eventually someone will make Chuck aware of it. In essence, you were raped. Jim and Peter raped you! Your fiancé will understand and support you. If he doesn't, you need to know now, not after you're married."

"Peter? You mean Peter was involved, too? Oh, God! Oh, God! It's worse than I thought!"

Tears cascaded from her eyes and she started to shake and sob. Kelly put an arm around her and held her.

"Let's go to your apartment now, John. Help me get her to my car, and you follow us in yours. I'll bring her back here later. Okay, Mary?"

She nodded between sobs. John pulled Mary from the booth, holding her up while she cried.

"Pay for the drinks, Kelly. Where is your car?"

Kelly dug into her purse. "I used valet parking," she said and handed him the stub.

Mary continued to sob for half the trip to John's apartment. During the last half of the drive, her tears dried up. By the time they arrived, Mary's fear and sadness had turned into anger. Kelly understood the emotional roller coaster. She had experienced the same rapid changes in her emotions when she became aware of the video with her in the starring role. 

Inside John's apartment, Kelly made drinks for everyone while John booted up his computer and navigated to the adult web site offering both videos. At the same time, Mary went to the bathroom to make repairs.

"Show her the one with me in it, first," Kelly said when Mary returned, and the three of them sat around the computer and watched. "Jim filmed this video nearly a year ago, Mary. It was to remain very private, for his and my viewing only." At the end, the video showed Jim's naked torso coming into view, and Kelly took his cock into her mouth. "I didn't know this part existed. The skunk had edited out his involvement in the video he showed me. Notice, he's very careful not to show his ugly face. He does the same in the video he took with you."

"I want to see the one I'm in now," Mary stated resolutely.

When the video with Mary ended, tears were rolling down her cheeks again, but her anger had increased. "I'll kill the sons-a-bitches! Kill them!"

"We have something better in mind for Jim. You can help us and extract your revenge without spending time in prison afterwards. Tell her, John," Kelly commented.

John described his sessions with his attorney first and promised to introduce Mary to the man the next day. He then laid out his plan. As he spoke, Kelly noticed Mary's expression became hard and determined, and toward the end a glimmer of malicious exhilaration returned to her eyes.

"Yeah," Mary said. "I like it. Jim will suffer like he made you and I suffer, Kelly. What about Peter?"

"We have no plans for Peter," John said.

"Do the same to him as you've planned for Jim. Do them both at the same time," Mary demanded. "I want them both to suffer."

"I don't know, Mary. The plan will need to change, and it's already complicated. Let me put it this way. If I can figure out a way to include Peter in the plan, I will. Okay?"

"No. Peter has to suffer, too. You were right earlier. I need to tell Chuck. When I tell him, I need to inform him both Jim and Peter will be taken care of, or he might go off half-cocked and do something crazy. He's had training in the martial arts and claims to be better than average with guns. I love him to pieces, but this news will attack his ego. I won't pretend to know what he'll do if we can't layout a plan that includes both of the men who raped me. I think he'll go along with your plan if it includes both men. Otherwise...?"

"Mary's correct, John. If Peter had been involved in my video, you would have included him in your plan."

"When do you intend to inform your fiancé?" John asked.

"Tonight. We had planned to go out for dinner and go over some loose ends concerning our upcoming wedding. When I called him to cancel, I was so distraught I know he must be worried sick about me by now. I won't be able to hide this from him for more than a minute after I see him."

"Call him and have him join us," John said. "He can see the video and help us alter the plan to include Peter."

"No! I don't want him to see the video! But, getting him involved in the planning will take some of the edge off," Mary said. "May I use your phone?"

Chuck arrived in a panic fifteen minutes later. He breezed by Kelly, who opened the door to him, and rushed to Mary, taking her into his arms. "Mary, are you all right? You've been crying! What's the matter? Have these people...?"

"No, I'm not all right, but you're among friends, Chuck." She introduced him to John. He had already met Kelly. "Sit down," she continued. "I need to tell you something I found out today. Early this afternoon, a woman called me and informed..." 

Mary proceeded to tell her fiancé everything she knew. He interrupted occasionally, especially when he learned about the video, but Mary had wisely prefaced its existence with the day she couldn't remember, the day she was drugged and raped. Chuck's anger flared when he heard about the rape, but when tears started to flow from Mary's eyes, he took her in his arms and they cried together.

"We should call the police," he said.

"There's more, Honey," Mary said and told Chuck the video staring his soon-to-be bride was available to anyone willing to put up the five dollar membership fee to join the adult site on the Internet where the video resided. He demanded to view it immediately. Mary didn't want him to see it; she told him if he saw it, he might stop loving her, but he didn't waver from his demand, so when Mary nodded, John pulled the video up on his monitor. Chuck watched and obviously became angrier with each passing second. "I'll kill them," he muttered from repeatedly. While he watched, Mary sat fearful and embarrassed, twisting her hands, looking like a frightened, cornered animal. When the video finished Chuck looked at Mary and held out his arms. She rushed into them, and the two of them had another crying jag, although this time Mary cried from happiness because it appeared her fiancé still loved her.

"We need to call the police," Chuck repeated.

"That's an option," John said, "but let's get even first. I have a plan..."

Once again John laid out his plan to make Jim suffer like the women had suffered. When he finished, he said, "We need your help, Chuck. We need to alter the plan to include Peter. Will you help us? By the way, after we get even, calling the police is still an option."

"You're damned right I'll help," the man stated emphatically. "How?"

"Well, I've been thinking. We can use the basics of the plan I developed for Jim, but alter it a bit. The new plan will require an additional lure for Jim and adjoining rooms in a hotel or motel for the setting. Unfortunately, timing becomes critical if both men are lured when timing wasn't much of an issue with only Jim involved."

"Perhaps Chuck knows of a photographer who will help us, too," Kelly suggested. John and Kelly had not yet decided who should man the camcorder. Without a candidate, John had offered to perform the task, but Kelly didn't want him involved at all. John had agreed it would be better if an anonymous photographer were used.

Chuck looked inward. "Maybe. I have a friend who is a professional photographer. When he finds out what these bastards did to Mary, I believe he'll be more than happy to help."

John ordered in Chinese food, and the four of them ate while they talked about every element in the plan, making adjustments to include Peter. Kelly decided she liked Mary and Chuck and hoped they could become friends. Just before the couple left, Kelly found herself alone with Mary for a few seconds.

"Thanks for including me in your effort to get even with Jim, Kelly. And thank John, too. You love him, don't you?"

Kelly blushed. "Yeah, a lot. I guess I don't hide it very well."

Mary chuckled. "Nope. Incestuous or not, don't let anyone keep you from him. I had a relationship with my half-brother when I was young, and when it was discovered, the parents sent him away and put a guilt trip on us neither of us have recovered from. Chuck knows. I told him. I couldn't marry him with a secret like that."

Kelly's eyes watered. The fact that someone besides a family member knew about her love for her brother and accepted the situation, even encouraged it, pleased her to the point of tears. "You and I are going to be real friends, Mary." Kelly hugged her. "And I need a friend."

"Yeah, me, too."

*** "How did your meeting with Elmer Hamlin go this afternoon?" Kelly asked as she cuddled next to John. She had just stepped from the shower and into bed. Lying on her back she pulled her brother's hand over onto her breast and squirmed as close as possible to his warm body under the sheet. She turned her head and kissed his chest.

"He's on board, though I'll need to meet with him again to discuss the addition of Peter in the plan."

"Will he still cooperate?"

John chuckled. "I think so. The guy is huge, Kelly. He must be six-six, or seven, and weighs over three hundred pounds. He laughed a lot, thinks our plan is a real hoot - his word. I was surprised when he told me what Jim did to you was wrong. That sounds contradictory, but Elmer has a unique set of rules that govern his life, and fortunately for us, one of Elmer's rules dictates any man who abuses women or children deserves whatever punishment he receives. As I told you, my construction-foreman friend had to let Elmer go, so the big man needs the money. He thinks the situation is laughable because he's being paid to do something he would enjoy doing without pay. Oh, he'll take the money. He needs it, and he'll ask for and get a bonus for Peter. I was pleasantly surprised. I liked the man. I didn't think I would."

John felt Kelly's hand slide up his leg and wrap around his flaccid cock. "Tell me about your afternoon with Mom," he said, changing the subject. "When I answered the phone, I nearly dropped it when you made your request. I was standing and found I needed to sit. For a minute Elmer thought I was having a heart attack, or something."

Kelly chuckled. "Yeah, I thought my request would blow your mind."

"What precipitated the request?"

"It has to do with the quid pro quo I knew Mother would extract from Dad to allow him to fuck Janice. Mother never gives without getting, and I suspected she had a motive beyond protecting her incestuous chicks from the old rooster. Frankly, I believed the quid pro quo she wanted was you, John. She surprised me. She wanted me, not you. Mother had an experience with another girl when she was young and has been curious about sex between two women ever since. She blew my mind, John, and the woman can certainly tell a story. By the time she finished describing her childhood incident with the girl, my pussy was dripping. God, I was hot! That's when I called you."

"Jesus! I wish I could have been a fly on the wall!" John groaned. His cock was as hard as it had ever been. Kelly stroked it, long, slow strokes, the way John preferred if they were talking.

Kelly chuckled. "I bet! Anyway..."

Kelly started to describe her afternoon with her mother.

"My God! She fucked you with her fist and arm and then climaxed without being touched!" John exclaimed and pushed Kelly's hand from his erection before he exploded and made a mess in his sheets.

"Yeah, I think so, though at the end she frantically rubbed the palm of her hand over her cunt, so I can't be sure, but it seemed to me she didn't touch herself until her climax started."

"Damn, that's sexy. Let me inside you. I'll lie on my side; you stay on your back, and I'll slide my cock into you. We'll fuck slowly and you can tell me everything that happened. Okay?"

"Anyway you want me, Lover, anytime, anywhere. I'm so in love with you I want you inside me all the time. Oh, this is nice. Hmm, I like this," Kelly said as her brother's long cock slipped inside her pussy, and his fingers began to dance around her clitoris. Her own fingers fondled her breasts.

"Then what happened?" John asked.

***

Harriet watched Mel, her husband of twenty-nine years, brush his teeth in preparation for bed. At fifty, he still looked lean, but his thick muscles had softened and slipped a bit. Like mine, she thought and groaned inwardly. He jogged most mornings and watched what he ate. He still managed to get her motor running when she looked at him. I love the galoot, Harriet thought and giggled silently when she considered the variety of reactions he could go through when she gave him the green light to fuck Janice. 

Mel had not been her first love. A sexy, wild lad with a shock of blond hair and a crooked grin had taken her virginity, but beyond his boyish good looks, he had little to offer. He was also incapable of fidelity. The last Harriet heard, his third marriage had dissolved, and he was hitting the booze beyond normal social limits. Harriet chuckled when she recalled his potbelly and balding pate the last time she saw him. 

After the blond boy with the crooked grin, Harriet had tried on a few other boys and a couple of men for size to test the adage that size didn't count and discovered if all other elements of the sexual foxtrot were reasonably present, size did matter. Size had certainly mattered when she checked if Mel fit, and decided he fit her beautifully in more ways than one. 

She had tripped the young man so he fell between her legs on their second date. She adored Mel's cock, above average both in size and endurance. She also fell deeply in love with him. His innate kindness, generosity and level headedness made him a perfect mate for her, and she still believed she had chosen her life's mate wisely. Even now, she loved the man, and she knew he loved her just as much, maybe more. To top off an already good relationship, she had considered him her best friend for many years. 

For the most part, Mel had been a good provider and father, and as her lover, Harriet had nothing to complain about except for a brief time when he had strayed. When she first discovered his infidelity, she had been devastated. What had surprised her was the fact that during his short-lived affair he became more attentive and loving with her. Harriet decided fidelity wasn't at the top of the list of things that make a marriage work, and she didn't want her marriage to crash and burn because of jealousy, so she remained silent and started a campaign to recapture Mel's entire attention. Her efforts proved fruitful when he dropped the other woman without looking back, and Janice had been the result when Mel impregnated Harriet the night she decided to secretly celebrate her husband's return to fidelity. Harriet had never told Mel she had known about his affair; likewise she never mentioned the quid pro quo she extracted. Harriet had three brief secret affairs with yummy young men. The first two were blond with crooked grins, but the last one looked a little like Mel when she first met him. She had a difficult time giving up the last one. He had a long, thick cock that sent her into spasms easily and often, and she began to fear her affair would be exposed, so she reluctantly sent the young man packing and had not been unfaithful since - except with Kelly this afternoon, she thought. 

Then Harriet caught Mel fooling around with Janice. Even before that event, Harriet had known about his fetish for incest. All the trashy material in his not-so-secret stash of pornography related to the subject. She had queried him why incest was such a turn-on, and he had eventually admitted to a sexual relationship with an aunt close to his own age when he was young. The forbidden element and overall nastiness tied to the incest taboo titillated him. One of the boys Harriet had tried on for size in her youth was a cousin a year younger than her, so she shared this experience with her husband. Describing their youthful forays into incest to each other had led to some wild, sweaty and extremely satisfying nights for both husband and wife. It was during this time that they also started to share fantasies with each other. One night she described her incident with Hazel to him, and the event had really turned him on.

But the rooster diddling one of her chicks had been something else. Harriet had hit the roof and had so intimidated her husband with her threats, he confessed to every infraction he had ever made, from relatively innocent fantasies to finger fucking Janice and feeling up Kelly. As far she Harriet knew, he had never touched one of their daughters inappropriately since.

Well, that was about to change. Harriet grinned. She had extracted her quid pro quo beforehand - sort of. She felt deliciously naughty about the afternoon with Kelly, and reliving some of the events had excited her. She rubbed her pussy vigorously with her palm, watching the crisp sheet flutter with each movement of her hand. 

As per plan, Janice had teased her father a few times that day. A half-hour ago, ready for bed and wearing only a rather short t-shirt and sheer panties, Janice had cuddled onto her father's lap, squirmed around, and enticingly rubbed her braless tits over his chest as she bid him goodnight with a daughterly kiss, which included the briefest touch of her tongue on his lips, before she scampered away, twitching her teasing and inviting hips. Harriet had watched her husband gaze longingly at his daughter's sexy receding form and shake his head in frustration. Harriet was pleased the incident had created a bulge in his trousers.




My Sister, Kelly Ch. 08



"Good morning, Mom," John said on the telephone.

"Good morning, Son. Ah - ah, fiddlesticks. I admit it; I'm embarrassed. I assume Kelly filled you in on our - ah, activities yesterday." Harriet was surprised how truly embarrassed she felt.

"Yes." He chuckled. "I'll tell you what I told her. The next time you need a trim, I'd love to do the honors."

Harriet burst into laughter, pleased her son had accepted what happened and had let her off the hook without a lot of inquiries or recriminations. "We'll see. Was that the reason for your call?" she asked as a vision of her handsome son shaving her pussy flitted through her lively mind.

"Yes. No. What time is Jennifer arriving?"

"I was about to leave to pick her up at the airport."

"Let's meet at Kelly's place. Kelly and I are at my apartment. She'll leave here now and go directly to her house. I'll be a little late. I'm meeting with Elmer first. You and Kelly can explain the situation to Jennifer."

"Okay. How did your meeting with Mary go?"

John spent a few minutes and brought her up to date. "I'll be introducing Mary and her fiancé to my attorney this afternoon."

"Will it be possible to add Peter to your plan?"

"It's possible but certainly complicates things. We'll need another lure besides Jennifer, and timing becomes an issue. Any ideas for another lure?"

She pondered his request. "No, not immediately."

"Okay, think about it. Gotta run. Love you, Mom."

"I love you, too. Bye."

She was hanging up the phone when Mel walked into the kitchen and hugged her from behind. She enjoyed the feel of him behind her, up and down the length of her body. After making love with her into the wee hours, Mel had slept late and this morning had called to tell his employer he wouldn't be in until afternoon.

"Who was on the phone?" he asked as he nuzzled her neck with his mouth while he fondled her breasts over her clothes.

"John. After I pick up Jennifer, we'll stop by Kelly's place for a while. Kelly can hardly wait to see Jenny again, and John plans to drop by while we're there." We need to bring Mel into the plan, she thought and made a mental note to discuss his involvement with Kelly and John.

"I have a question, Honey," he said and kissed the nape of her neck. "In the cold light of day, are you still serious about our decision last night?"

More images of John shaving her pussy flashed through her mind, but this fantasy included the young man rinsing off the soap and sucking her clitoris into his mouth.

"Yes," she said simply and felt her husband's cock start to grow, pushing against the small of her back. She chuckled. "I see the idea still intrigues you." She turned in his arms and kissed him. At the same time, her fingers lingered over the expanding bulge in his trousers.

"Janice is still in bed. I need to go to the airport and pick up Jennifer. I'll be gone at least two hours, maybe longer. If you want - ah, Mel, now is as good a time as any to - let's just say you have my permission to join Janice in her bed. I'll call from Kelly's before I bring Jennifer here, so the two of you can make yourselves presentable for a guest before we arrive."

"I love you, Harriet. Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh," she said and kissed him again. Damn, I'd like to stay, maybe join them, she thought when she remembered how much pleasure she received with Kelly the previous day. She was confident Janice would give her just as much pleasure. No, she decided, joining them wouldn't be fair to either of them. Their first time together should be private. Maybe tonight. No, Jennifer will be here.

She pushed him away. "Honey, you're making me hot! I need to go to the airport, damn it!" She squirmed out of his arms. "If you're successful with Janice, I'll want details - graphic, step-by-step details. Okay?"

He gulped and nodded. "Are you really suggesting I merely climb in bed with her?" he questioned, a little distraught by her suggestion.

Harriet laughed and replied, "Yep. I don't think she'll kick you out unless you're eating crackers."

***

Mel decided jumping into bed with Janice would be like playing leapfrog with a unicorn - not wise. So he put off the encounter with Janice while he drank a cup of coffee. Opening the morning paper, he tried to read but couldn't concentrate. What will happen to my marriage, he asked himself, if I join Janice in her bed? Oh, Harriet gave me permission, but how will she really feel if I actually fuck our daughter? And Harriet wants to fuck Kelly! Amazing! He shook his head, thoroughly confused. 

He felt his cock becoming erect again as he continued his speculations. He shuddered, shaking away the sexy images in his mind of his wife and oldest daughter, naked and joined, mouths to cunts. His cock lengthened some more.

He wondered what would happen if four of the five members of his family became incestuous. Would John become involved, too, or would he condemn the rest of them? Mel sighed, finally summoning enough courage to stand and walk toward his daughter's bedroom.

He stood in the open doorway and gazed lovingly at his youngest offspring. Janice lay asleep, sprawled on her bed, her hair spread like a fishing net over the white pillowcase. The sheet had slipped to her waist, so he could see her youthful, full breasts. Gazing at the wondrous sight, the little devil sitting on his shoulder made him lick his lips and groan as his hand grabbed his erection. He took a small step into the room.

The cautious good guy perched on his other shoulder advised, "You can't do this, Mel. You'll be committing incest. She's not a minor anymore, like before, but nevertheless you'll still be breaking the law." 

The little devil countered, "But you want her. Look at those tits! You want to suck on them, play with them. And your wife literally ordered you to rut with the wench. Go ahead. You know you want her." 

Ignoring the entreaties of both imaginary entities, he desperately wished Janice were awake. They could talk then, sort of work up to it. He didn't feel comfortable shucking his clothes and hopping in bed with her while she was still asleep. She'd probably scream she'd be so shocked. At the very least, she'd...

"Good morning, Daddy."

He stood rooted to the floor, his hand still grasping his hard-on. He tried to speak but no sound exited his mouth. He wanted to turn and run away but for some reason couldn't move at all. He watched as her eyes moved from his face and traveled down his body.

She smiled sexily and slowly pushed the top sheet to the foot of the bed, displaying the rest of her voluptuous, naked form.

"Come here, Daddy," she said softly. "Come here and kiss me good morning."

She looks like Goya's "Naked Maja," Mel thought, but more beautiful - slimmer, less voluptuous. He took a tentative step and stopped.

"It's pleasant to wake up with your eyes on me," she said, her voice low and lusty. "You're hard, aren't you?"

He nodded and took another step.

"I was dreaming about you. You were kissing me and touching me like you used to when I was younger. I really liked your sexy kisses and adored your sensuous hands on me. Come here, Daddy. I need a good morning kiss."

His mind whirled. Yes, she had liked his touches. He had given her so many orgasms when she was just a snip of a girl. He had finger fucked her, and she had loved it and had wanted more. He stepped forward and sat on the edge of her bed. The good guy disappeared in a puff of air, and the little devil had enough sense not to gloat.

Mel's mouth felt dry, but still he swallowed. 

Janice reached and took his hand, pulling it to her breast. "They've grown since you last touched them. Do you like my tits, Daddy?"

He nodded and squeezed his hand. The breast was more than a handful, and he felt her long nipple stiffen in his palm.

"Kiss them. Kiss and suck on my nipples, Daddy. I want your mouth on me. I want your hands on me. I want you!"

Her hand grasped his shoulder and pulled him down.

"Yes," she said with a gasp when his mouth sucked in as much of her large breast as it could take. 

***

Kelly opened her door to her mother and Jennifer. With Jennifer six years older than Kelly, they had never been close as children, but from time to time Jennifer had assumed the role of an older sister, advising Kelly about makeup, clothes and boys. The two younger women hugged each other.

Kelly decided Jenny certainly qualified as drop-dead gorgeous, but then she remembered ominously that John had had a crush on the woman when she was a girl. It was about the time John was nine or ten years old and Jenny was twelve or thirteen - just before Jenny moved away. Kelly studied the beauty while they chatted. The woman's blue eyes shined like the highlights in her blond hair. Her skin presented a perfect tan, and her sundress accented her large breasts, tiny waist, womanly hips and long, shapely legs. She could give a dead man a hard-on, Kelly decided and chuckled inwardly.

Kelly outlined the situation and told Jennifer about their plan for revenge, making a point about the risks involved for the woman who would act as a lure.

Jenny burst out laughing. "Good for you, Kelly. If you left it up to the lawyers, nothing of substance would happen. This is real justice. I wish I had had the courage to do something similar to my ex." She turned to Harriet. "What's the favor you wanted? I take it you want me to help with this plan in some way."

"We need a beautiful woman Jim doesn't know to lure him to the hotel room. Will you be our lure?" Harriet asked.

"Sure, if you think I can do the job."

"You're perfect," Kelly said. "With your beauty, you'll have Jim's nasty, scab-licking tongue dragging on the floor while his evil heart beats out of his scrawny chest. You're the perfect lure, Jenny." 

Jenny grinned, flashing perfect white teeth. "Thanks, Kelly. I needed to hear that. A divorce tends to attack a woman's self-confidence."

The door opened and John entered. He reset the alarm and joined the ladies. Jenny rose, and John hugged her. He stepped back and looked her over, still holding her hands. Grinning, he said, "Perfect. Jim doesn't have a chance. As a girl you were pretty, Jenny. As a woman, you're gorgeous!"

Jennifer squirmed with pleasure, her thick eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. "Ooh, you've become a charming rascal, John. It's good to see you again, too. The last time I saw you, you were a gangly boy, skinny and awkward. My, how you've changed!" She stepped back into his arms and hugged him again.

What is this, Kelly thought wryly, a mutual admiration society? Now I know why the average woman would rather have beauty than brains. The average man can see better than he can think. She groaned inwardly and watched as Jennifer flirted with her man, watched as John thoroughly enjoyed her flirtations.

And jealousy struck her with the force of a sledgehammer. 

***

The sun crept into the window in Janice's bedroom, brightening the room and glinting off his daughter's sultry, dark eyes. The light enhanced the tones of her glossy skin and warmed him, though additional warmth was the least of Mel's needs.

He stood and removed his clothes. Janice lay placidly and watched. When he pushed down his shorts, he heard her small gasp.

"It's beautiful, Daddy."

His mind rushed through past events, incidents that brought him to this bed. He recalled his aunt, how she had slowly seduced him over a period of months, how she had instructed him in the ways she liked to be touched and kissed. Kissed. Yes, he thought, it's time for a kiss.

He settled onto the bed and took his pliant daughter into his arms. Their lips met, and again he was struck by the similarities of his emotions about his aunt and his daughter. He knew the likenesses existed because he was breaking the incest taboo with Janice like he did with his aunt. He wanted to teach Janice, like his aunt had taught him, but he suspected his daughter needed no guidance, and as the kiss continued and evolved from romantic to passionate, he gave up the concept of teaching. No, he'd merely enjoy. His hands roamed over her luscious body, exploring, searching for feedback in addition to experiencing the sheer pleasure merely touching her gave him. When his fingers slipped over the soft skin behind her knees, she squirmed with joy, and her kiss became more passionate. His mouth left hers and traveled across her face to her neck just below her ear, and his nibbles produced excited shivers.

Her hand encircled his hard shaft, and she stroked it slowly with just the right amount of pressure. No, he would need to do no teaching.

As his finger and thumb clasped her nipple in a gentle pinch, he swirled his tongue in her ear and whispered, "I want to taste you first," he said. "When I used to play with your pussy, I often thought about putting my mouth on you and licking you, but..."

"Oh, yes! Please, Daddy." 

***

Kelly felt her mother's hand on her arm.

"I need to talk with you, Kelly. Excuse us for a moment," Harriet said to John and Jennifer. "You two get reacquainted. We'll be right back."

Her mother pulled Kelly from the living room back to her bedroom.

"Take a big breath, Kelly. You're jealous, aren't you?" her mother stated.

Kelly nodded, her eyes flitting fearfully in the direction of the living room where she had left her man with a woman he obviously admired; at least, he admired the way she looked.

"Are you so lacking in confidence about how deeply John loves you that you really need to worry?"

Kelly blushed. "I guess. I know I'm jealous. The beastly emotion nearly overwhelmed me."

Her mother chuckled. "I noticed. Love doesn't work that way, Kelly. The more you love the more love you have in you. Also the capacity to love isn't limited to one person. I love your father more today than I did yesterday. I love him more intensely, with more passion. After you and I made love yesterday, did you love John less?"

"No, of course not." She sighed. "I see what you mean. I loved him more."

"I was thinking about the time your father had an affair. It was before Janice was born, but I remembered how loving he became with me while at the same time I'm sure he loved the woman he was seeing on the side. Your father isn't the type of man to fuck around merely to bolster his ego, so he had to have strong feelings for the woman or he would not have started the affair, let alone allowed it to continue."

"I didn't know, Mom. I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry. I'm not. I learned a few things when it happened, not only about Mel but also about myself, and the most important concept I learned was jealousy is stupid and destructive and is based primarily on neurotic insecurity. I had some affairs to get even afterwards, my quid pro quo, if you will, and they were ill-advised, silly experiences until I met a young man who looked a lot like your father when he was young, but the resemblance exceeded mere appearance. The man had many of the traits I love about your father, and I fell in love with the young man. I tried to be very honest with myself during this affair, and surprisingly, I realized I loved your father more than I did before my affair started. I loved both men simultaneously and nearly equally, but - oh, I don't know, differently - sort of. But eventually I knew I had to give up the young man. My love for him threatened my marriage and family - a shame, because he was no real threat to either except in the minds of Mel or my children should any of them become aware of the affair. I think if I had the time and the understanding of those who loved me, I could love many men and women. I know I love you and Mel, romantic love, not merely the affection of a wife for a husband or a mother for a daughter. What I've discovered is the more I love the more capacity for love I have. Do you understand?"

Kelly grinned. "Yeah. I'm the same way." But suddenly she worried. "But is John like us?"

"I think so. I believe the concept is universal, but society has messed with it, made it evil to love more than one person at a time, using loyalty as the lever to limit the love any one person can give or accept. After Jenny and I leave, talk with John about the concept. If he agrees, share him with Jenny, if that is his wish - and hers. Let him love as much as he can, and you'll reap the benefits by receiving even more love from him than you now enjoy."

Kelly hugged her mother. "Thanks, Mom. I know I love you. I wish I could show you how much right now."

"Yeah, me, too," her mother said softly. "I'm really hot right now. If my plan worked, your father is in Janice's bed as we speak, and thinking about the two of them making love has me quite excited."

"Really?"

Her mother grinned. "Yeah. Hot, huh?"

Kelly groaned when she envisioned her father and her sister in bed - naked. She saw them coupled, their bodies covered with a sheen of perspiration as they moved together reaching for a shared orgasm while they touched and kissed each other. The images were so strong she could almost smell them. So much for my plan to seduce Daddy to save my incestuous relationship with John, she thought. Oh well, as long as Daddy will accept my love for John and my brother's love for me, I don't care who tripped him. Unaccountably, she did feel a little disappointed.

Kelly swallowed. "Yeah, very hot."

"Let's rejoin Jenny and John."

***

Mel could feel his daughter's youthful body undulate as he moved his mouth down her neck, finally wrapping his lips around a turgid nipple again. But her breasts were not his goal, so he hesitated on them only briefly as he moved down farther and farther, tasting her skin, finding small areas that elicited small gasps during the trip.

Mel noticed she had spread her legs, so he rolled between them and gazed at her pussy. Yes, Harriet had trimmed her pubic patch to match her daughter's look, but what amazed him was the size of Janice's clitoris. It appeared to be twice the size of his wife's, and its hood had fully retracted, leaving the throbbing nubbin exposed and inviting.

Using his fingers, he spread her outer lips and rejoiced at the wet and hot wonders previously hidden by her tight labia. Her aroused fragrance was nearly overpowering, and he lowered his nose and breathed deeply. When he exhaled, blowing warm air over her clit, she gasped and raised her hips to his face, bumping his nose and leaving a wet spot on its tip.

"Lick me, damn it!" she exclaimed.

He chuckled but obeyed, starting at her perineum and licking upwards through her slit and into the opening to her cunt. She tasted sweeter than his wife, he noted, and reveled in the difference. Upon reflection, he realized he didn't have a preference, merely enjoyed each women for her unique smells and tastes. He released her lips and flattened his tongue against her pussy lips, pressing forward forcefully. He felt the tight outer lips separate, and his tongue mashed against her clit. She gasped and moaned and her hips started to rise and fall, but only an inch or so.

Glancing up through her pubic patch, he watched his daughter grasp her breasts and twist her nipples. Her eyes were closed and her upper chest had blushed to a pink glow. Beautiful, he thought. Simply beautiful!

He could resist the urge no longer, so he sucked her long clitoris into his mouth between his lips and slowly rolled his tongue around its circumference, amazed again at its size.

"Yes!" she exclaimed and her hands went to the back of his head, pulling his mouth tighter to her cunt. "Suck it! Suck it!" she hissed.

Using two fingers he inserted them into her cunt and then curled them back in a come-hither motion. He felt a slightly rougher surface and pushed his fingers deeply inside her, only to curl them back again over what he assumed was her G-spot, an area about the size of a quarter, he calculated, larger than Harriet's, which approximated a nickel in size.




My Sister, Kelly Ch. 09



"How long have you and your brother been lovers," Jenny asked Kelly as they drove toward Harriet's home.

"Let's see...it's been six glorious days now, but we've been in love with each other for ages."

Jenny laughed. "My, you are open-minded. You're into only the sixth day of the love affair of your life, and already you're willing to share."

Kelly blushed. "Well, a few things have happened."

"Whatever that means. I didn't mean to pry, Kelly, and I'm not being critical. Frankly, I agree with what you said about the more love you experience the larger your capacity for love, and I also believe a person can be in love with more than one person at the same time. But I have a problem with your willingness to share John with me using the theory as your rationale. John doesn't love me, and I don't love him. We don't know each other well enough to love each other, so how does your theory apply?"


Kelly grimaced. "I don't know. I guess it's the chicken and the egg syndrome. I know John is eminently loveable, and I know Mother loves you, and I trust her instincts, so you must be loveable, too. Let me explain. When I watched you and John interact with each other, jealousy hit me like a Mack truck, nearly knocked the miserly wind out of me." She chuckled. "I was green!"

"I didn't notice," Jenny said.

"You were too busy batting your gorgeous eyes at my man to notice anything once John walked in the door."

Jenny chuckled, but her expression looked guilty, like she'd been caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "Probably, but if you were so jealous, what made you make the offer?"

"Mother dragged me from the room and verbally slapped me around a bit. What she said made sense. To be jealous is to be insecure; in my case the insecurity was neurotic." She laughed and turned to Jenny. "Jenny, I know John loves me. He loved me yesterday, and he'll love me tomorrow, even if he makes love with you in the interim. I know this is true. It's not a function of faith. It just is. So, if you want John, and he wants you, I'll share, and he'll love me more for sharing." She hesitated. "Besides, I want you, too." Kelly glanced furtively at Jenny, whose jaw dropped. Kelly chuckled. "You didn't think I'd let you take him to your bed, leaving me alone in mine, did you?"

Jenny stared straight ahead and remained silent.

"I shocked you, I guess. Sorry," Kelly muttered.

Jenny turned to her. "I've never been with another woman, Kelly. I've shared a boyfriend with another woman, but..."

"No problem. I assumed more than I should. If the thought of sex with another woman turns you off, I understand."

"Ah, I didn't say the thought turned me off. I said I've never been with another woman." Jenny hesitated and then smiled. "With you, I might...damn, let's ah..."

"Let's just wait and see. You'll be staying with Mom tonight, and tomorrow night you have a date with Bob. By the way, he's yummy."

"Yeah, he is, isn't he? Kelly, I'm going to be candid with you. I'm in serious need. It's been a while, and I'm ripe. If Bob wants me tomorrow night, I think he'll get lucky."

"Go for it, Girl!" Kelly exclaimed as she pulled into her mother's driveway. "As you've probably guessed, Mother knows about John and me, but Daddy doesn't. John and I will tell him when the time is right. Also, Dad doesn't know about the video on the Internet featuring his eldest daughter playing with herself, so he's also unaware of our plan to get even with Jim."

Jenny grinned. "Mums the word. No problem."

***

Paul Hunt invited Chuck and John into his office. Photographs lined the walls. He's pretty good, John thought. With John's training in the arts and as a fair amateur photographer himself, John recognized real talent when he saw it.

Fifteen minutes later, Hunt refused the assignment.

"This isn't my area of expertise, Chuck. I do still photography and couldn't guarantee good results with video. Besides, you'll be breaking a few laws - a situation I always avoid. Don't misunderstand. I think those cretins deserve what you plan for them, so I'll refer you to a man I know who does x-rated videos. For five hundred bucks, or maybe a little more, you'll get quality work, and he'll turn a blind eye to the less than legal elements in your plan." Paul chuckled as he flipped through his Rolodex. "Here he is." He jotted a name, address and phone number on a small piece of paper. "Tell him I referred you to him, or he might not talk to you."

Chuck pulled out his cell phone and made the call immediately. A few minutes later, Chuck smiled and gave John a thumb's up. "He'll see us now. Thanks a lot, Paul."

"Good luck," Hunt said as they exited his office.

Outside, Chuck said, "John, the photographer's address is close-by. Ride with me so we can talk. I'll drop you back at your car after we meet with him."

John agreed and climbed into the passenger seat of Chuck's Lexus. "Nice car," John commented.

"Thanks." Chuck backed out of the parking stall. "John, if this man agrees to be our photographer, what pieces of the plan are still open?"

"We still need a lure for Peter, and I haven't come up with an idea to lure both men the same night to the same hotel. In our original plan, Kelly was to call Jim and have him meet her at the bar in the hotel where we rented a room as the setting for the video. We planned that Kelly would pick a fight with Jim, stomp out of the bar, and leave Jim alone and vulnerable to Jennifer's charms. Then Jennifer would do her thing and a little later invite Jim up to her room. Even with another lure for Peter, we won't know his whereabouts to lure him to an adjoining room just before or just after Jennifer lures Jim."

"So besides a beautiful, young woman to lure Peter, we also need a method to make certain he's available to take our lure the same evening we take Jim. Correct?"

"Uh-huh. To accomplish this, Peter needs to be out and on the prowl, searching for the company of a woman - almost impossible to predict, so we need to make certain... Wait! If Peter's lure met him before the night of the shoot and made a date to meet him, the problem would be solved. The woman could call him and invite him to the room. Unfortunately with this approach, the risk to the lure is increased because she'd be exposed to Peter more than once, but the risk would be worth it so we could take them both down the same night."

"Ah, John, why can't Jennifer be the lure for both men? I mean..."

"Of course!" John exclaimed and struck his head with his palm. "I was stuck with the need for two lures, but under this scenario only one is needed! I'll talk with Jennifer today. If she's willing and the photographer we're meeting agrees, the plan can move forward with all the pieces in place - well almost. The drugs still need to be purchased. Supposedly, they're available on the street, but as a non-drug user, I don't have a clue about how to acquire them."

Chuck laughed. "I know a man who will do that chore for us. Leave the drugs to me."

"Great! How's Mary holding up? She didn't look very happy at Bob's office?"

Chuck groaned. "She was fine until I opened my big mouth. We had a fight just before we arrived. My first wife fucked around on me, John. She was - is a real slut. Mary and I were trying to come up with a name of a woman to act as the lure for Peter, and I suggested Barbara, my first wife. Well, that went over like a pregnant pole-vaulter.

"'So you think Barbara is drop-dead gorgeous, do you?' Mary remarked with a sneer, and I knew I was in trouble. Then, instead of shutting my trap, I told her my ex was good enough for the likes of Peter.

"'Yeah, like me - mediocre,' Mary said. 'She's good enough to play the part of a slut for the world to see.' Then Mary turned as sour as ten-day-old milk in the sun."

John chuckled. "Oh."

"Yeah. After we meet with the photographer, I've some fences to mend with Mary. I can't seem to make her understand I don't hold what happened against her. They raped her, John, pure and simple, but still she feels guilty."

"Perhaps she should consider therapy."

"We've talked about therapy, and she's agreed but only after the plan is executed."

"If you want, I'll talk with her as an interested outsider. I like Mary. From the little time I've spent with her, I think she's a good person, and accordingly has some serious personal issues to resolve. She should get some help with them now, not next week or the week after."

"I agree, but... Yes, John, if an opportunity pops up, please talk with her. When I tried, she took the suggestion personally. Right now, Mary is much too sensitive about how I feel about my ex-wife and fears I'll associate what happened to her with Barbara's slutty behavior - an unfounded fear, by the way."

Chuck pulled into a parking lot. "Here we are. Do you want to lead the conversation, or..."

"Go ahead," John said. "I'll jump in if needed."

***

Janice answered the door.

"Hi, Jennifer," she said after greeting Kelly. "I'm Janice, Kelly's sister. I've heard so much about you, and I'd love to stay and get to know you, but I'm late for my algebra class already." She smiled and rushed out the door.

"Janice is taking some courses at the community college," Kelly explained guiding Jennifer into the house where they found Kelly's parents sitting at the kitchen table.

Her father rose and hugged Jennifer. "You get more beautiful every time I see you, Jennifer," he said when he stepped back from the embrace.

"Why thank you, Mel. Now I know where John inherited his charming manner."

"We're having iced tea. Would you like something to drink? Eat?" Harriet asked.

"I'd love an iced tea, but first I'd like to change into more comfortable clothes."

"I had Mel put your bags in the guest room, Jennifer." Harriet rose and guided Jennifer away.

Kelly poured herself an iced tea and sat with her father. "Why are you home, Daddy? Are you ill, or something?" Kelly knew why he was home. According to her mother, he had spent the morning in Janice's bed, and from the relaxed look in his eyes, Janice was successful in her attempt to lure the man between her lovely legs.

"No, I'm fine. I just took the morning off."

"Oh. To greet Jennifer?" Kelly suspected her eyes gleamed wickedly as she teased the man. The images of her father and sister dancing in her mind aroused her. She had considered sex with her father to force his acceptance of her incestuous relationship with her brother, but when she thought about her dad and sister joyfully making love with each other, she knew she, too, wanted the man. She wanted him to take her in his arms and kiss her, touch her like he did when she was a girl. She wanted to fuck her daddy! She smiled inwardly. She had fucked her sister, her mother and her brother. Only her father remained, and not too long in the future, Kelly knew she would have her sexual moments with the man, and the anticipation made her feel deliciously wicked. 

He blushed and chuckled. "Yeah, I guess." He glanced up at the clock. "In fact, I need to get in my office duds and leave for work." He rose and walked from the room, leaving Kelly alone.

She picked up her iced tea and wandered toward the guest room. The door was partially open so she entered. Jennifer had stripped down to her panties and was informing Harriet about her upcoming date with John's attorney.

Harriet turned to her daughter. "We need to tell your father what's going on, Kelly."

Kelly grimaced. "I guess. I hate to have him know his daughter is naked and nasty in a video available as jack-off fodder on the Internet, but you're right. He needs to know."

"Do you want to tell him, or would you rather I do the telling?" her mother asked.

"You tell him, please." She blushed. "He's getting dressed for work right now."

"Then there's no time like the present," Harriet said and walked from the room.

Jennifer had pulled on a pair of shorts that showed off her long, tanned legs, but had yet to cover her breasts, and though Kelly tried not to stare, she couldn't help taking in the sight. Long nipples rode high, almost pointing upwards, and had become hard, probably from being exposed to the air conditioning, Kelly assumed.

"You have beautiful breasts, Jenny. I wish mine were larger. No, I take that back. John thinks mine are perfect. He calls them 'perky.'" She laughed nervously.

Jenny pulled a half t-shirt over her head and straightened her hair.

"Thanks." Her eyes bore into Kelly's eyes. "Does seeing my breasts excite you?"

Kelly grinned. "Yep. Do you mind?"

Jennifer's eyes rolled upward when she considered Kelly's question. "Surprisingly, no. I've been thinking about your comment about wanting me, and I've decided I'd love to join you and John, and to be candid, my desire for you is as strong as my desire for John, although I think my interest in you is probably curiosity about sex with a woman, as opposed to something more, like love."

"Sex and love are two different things, Jenny. At least, I look at them differently. I adore sex with John, but more importantly, I'm head over heels in love with him. I realized my feelings for him equated to love when I was twelve, but I loved him before that age without labeling the emotion, and my love for him has never been merely brotherly love, either. John is the only man I have ever truly loved. I want to be with him as much as possible, sexually and otherwise. Sex with him is icing on the cake. If he demanded - no, that's too strong a word. If he even hinted he wanted me to be faithful, I'd be faithful. I'd never touch another man or woman again. On the other hand, if he wants you or any other woman, I'll share him, and because I enjoy sex with women as well as men, I'll benefit, too."

"John seemed surprised when you offered to share him with me. Have you had this discussion with him?"

"Sort of." She blushed. "Let me put it this way. I've already shared John with another woman. The experience was - ah, exciting, I guess is the word, for both of us."

"Oh. How does John feel about sharing you with another man?"

Kelly grimaced. "I don't know. The subject hasn't come up." But it will, she thought. When it's time for Daddy and me, John must approve. 

Jennifer laughed. "What do you think his reaction will be?"

"I'd like to think he'd have the same attitude as mine, but his reaction will dictate what I do or don't do. I love him. I want him to be happy. I believed for a few hours I had destroyed his love for me, and those few hours were the saddest of my life."

Suddenly Kelly remembered the time in the shower when John told her to pretend he was her father, and Kelly knew without a doubt John's reaction would be positive if she wanted to have sex with her dad. Soon, she thought and smiled.

Chuckling, Jennifer said, "Now I understand what you meant when you said a few things have happened. Let's go get that iced tea."

***

Gary Tidwell destroyed John's concept of what a pornographer should look like. He certainly didn't look sleazy. He looked more like a kindly grandfather. Mostly bald with just a line of scruffy gray hair above his ears, the man was overweight, soft looking, and smiled easily with what appeared to be a perpetual twinkle in his eyes as if he considered life a huge joke. Laugh lines permanently etched in his darkly tanned face emphasized his bulbous nose and small mouth. Chuck told their story and outlined their plan. Throughout Chuck's discourse, Tidwell let him speak without commenting or interrupting. Finally finished, Chuck sat back and sighed.

"Well, will you help us?" John asked.

Tidwell grinned and nodded. "$500 for each man. Half now; the rest when I deliver the videos. When and where will this all take place?"

"The where will be in a hotel room. When is still open. We've a few things to complete before a definite time and day can be set, but tentatively let's plan for Saturday night," John replied.

"Okay. You'll need a third room for my equipment."

"Whatever you need, but if we rent adjoining rooms, wouldn't it would be easier to use one room for the equipment until Jim is drugged, then move the equipment out of the adjoining room and set it up. Then we'll lure Peter into the other room and administer the drug to him."

"Yes, that'll work."

The three of them discussed the details of the shoot; John paid Tidwell a deposit, and ten minutes later Chuck dropped John off at his car.

"I'll let you know if Jenny agrees to be the lure for both men, Chuck, and you let me know as soon as the drug buy goes down. With the date-rape drugs in hand, and if Jenny agrees to act as our lure for Peter and can meet the man tonight or tomorrow to set up a date, we'll be good to go Saturday night."

"Great. I'll set up the drug buy for tonight."

In his car, John dialed his cell phone. His mother answered his call. He outlined his success with the photographer and Chuck's commitment to obtain the drugs, and then quickly outlined his idea for Jenny to act as a lure for Peter as well as Jim.

"So, Mom, I need to talk with Jenny, but...well, I don't think I should...here's my problem. Jenny knows about Kelly and me. She picked up on it almost immediately. Dad will, too, as soon as he sees Kelly and me together."

"That should no longer be a problem, Son," his mother said.

"You mean Dad and Janice...?"

"Yes, this morning. Also, your father knows about Jim and Peter. I told him everything, and he wants to help. He called in and took the rest of the week off."

"Everything? Did you tell him about Kelly and me?"

"No, but I will as soon as I get off the phone. How soon can you be here?"

"Forty-five minutes, maybe a little less. I'm on the other side of the city."

"Perfect. See you soon."

"Are you sure Dad will be alright with..."

"Yes."

"Good, thanks, Mom. I love you."

"Yeah, I love you, too."

***

Mel's jaw hung open. Harriet had pulled him from the kitchen to their bedroom and had just told him his son and daughter were in love and were lovers.

His mouth slammed shut and anger filled his eyes. "First I'm the last to learn my oldest daughter is in a porn video on the Internet, and now this. Do you have any other bombs to drop on me, Harriet?"

"Well, yes. Kelly and Janice have also been lovers for years."

"What?"

The poor man looks like he's been slapped silly, Harriet thought. "Sit down, Mel, before you fall down." She took his hand and guided him to the bed. She sat next to him and continued to hold his hand.

"How long? How long have you known about all of this, Harriet?"

"I found out everything yesterday." She then proceeded to tell her husband what she had witnessed when she visited Kelly the previous morning. She told him everything, including how she had exploded and attacked John. While she spoke, Harriet watched her husband's expressions carefully.

"Good for you," Mel said without humor. "I'd have torn off his arm and beat him over the head with the bloody end of it."

"Which would have accomplished exactly the same as my tirade - nothing. John and Kelly love each other, Honey. They're really in love. They love each other like you and I love each other. We can do nothing to change how they feel, which leaves us only two choices. Accept the situation and continue to love them regardless, or expel them from our lives. Remember, though, even if we reject them, they won't stop loving each other. They'll merely avoid us."

Harriet watched him think and his expression became angrier.

"You manipulated me, didn't you? This morning with Janice was a setup. You wanted me to have sex with her so I would accept the incestuous situation our children have fashioned."

Lying would be futile and destructive, Harriet thought. "Yes. After I calmed down yesterday morning, I..." Harriet then outlined her plan to keep the family together. "I knew you wanted Janice, and from what you told me, she felt the same way. If I had not caught you playing with her pussy when she was a girl, eventually you would have succumbed to her efforts to trip you. Am I right or wrong?"




My Sister, Kelly Ch. 10



Hesitating until her vision adjusted to the dim light, Jenny stood inside the bar her prey had just entered.  As the tableau came into focus, she noted eyes gazing at her - male eyes, hungry eyes.  She also hesitated because she worried if her meager acting abilities would be sufficient to the task ahead.  Her self-confidence as a woman had been shaken by her disastrous marriage, and now she had to play the vamp, attract a man to the point he'd want to be with her so much Saturday night that he'd completely discount any other plans he had or could make in the interim.

	Was that why she'd played those sexy games with Mel?  To rehearse and test her ability to excite a man?  No, she decided.  Since stepping from the aircraft a few hours ago, she'd been subjected to one sexually charged situation after another, all of which had taken her arousal higher and higher until...

	With a shake of her head to cast away the mental reenactment of Mel's ejaculate filling her mouth, she swallowed and noticed she could still taste Mel's semen.  Would her prey smell come juice around her mouth if she moved close to him?  Would Pete recognize the taste of semen if she kissed him?  Would a passionate kiss be necessary to seal a date for Saturday night?  The thought caused her to shudder with distaste. 

	She noticed Pete then.  He was sitting at the bar, but he'd turned toward her, as did a number of other men in the joint.  His expression could only be described as a lecherous leer, and in any other circumstance, she'd dismiss him, even sneer at him as not worthy of her attention.  Instead, she strolled sexily and hopefully with confidence to the bar and sat on a stool with a vacant seat between her and her quarry.  Glancing quickly around the bar, she searched for Kelly's ex.  If he were present, she'd been instructed to leave.  She didn't see him.

	She crossed her long legs and heard the scrape of nylon sliding against nylon.  She'd replaced her hose, but her damp panties were stuffed in her purse.  Peripherally, she saw Pete take in her legs, and his leer became even more pronounced, something she didn't believe possible before.    

	"What'll it be?" the obese bartender asked as he wiped a damp rag over the bar in front of her.  Beads of sweat dappled his sloping forehead.  

	"Martini, very dry.  Two olives," Jenny ordered, keeping her voice low and sultry.  She gazed at her reflection in the mirror in the back bar, an image broken into many parts by the liquor bottles sitting on glass shelves between her and the mirror.  The broken image reflected her mood.  She felt disjointed, at the very least, and seriously out of her depth.  Why had she agreed to act this part?  Would she be capable of pulling it off?  

	"Put the martini on my tab, Willy," Pete said.

	Ah, the fish was nibbling at the bait.  When Jenny turned her head, Pete raised his glass of beer and smiled at her.  She returned his smile, but tried not to over act, which was easy considering Pete was the antithesis of her type.  His mousy hair was receding, and his evil-looking, dark eyes appeared too small, making his face look puffy.

	"Thank you," she said without further invitation.

	Pete stood and moved to the stool between them.  "May I join you?" he asked.

	The door to the bar opened and sunlight streamed in.  Mel had arrived to protect her if necessary.  He sat at her left, three stools away, and Jenny turned her attention back to Pete.  He'd taken the seat next to her without her permission, which would have normally incensed her, but under the circumstances, she forced a wide smile.

	"Yes, please join me.  Thank you for the drink.  I'm Gabriel."

	"Nice to meet you Gabriel.  My name is Peter."

	Her martini arrived.  She sipped and glanced at Pete over the rim of the glass.  His gaze had dropped to her cleavage, exposed by open buttons on her sheer white blouse.  Good golly, he's literally drooling, she thought.  Maybe I can pull this off.

	They chatted, and finally Jenny informed him she was attending a convention and would be in town for the balance of the week.

	"The convention has kept me very busy," she remarked as she glanced at her wristwatch.  "In fact, I need to leave soon.  I'm committed to dinner with others attending the convention."

	"Speaking of dinner, Gabriel," Pete said and placed his sweaty hand over hers, "would you have dinner with me tomorrow night, or Saturday, if you're busy tomorrow."

	Jenny frowned.  "I don't know, Pete.  I've enjoyed our conversation, but I hardly know you.  Besides, I'm busy both nights."  She turned her hand in his and squeezed slightly as she allowed a pleasant expression to replace the frown.  "I suppose I could meet with you for an hour or so on Saturday night, but just for a drink, not dinner, and I can't set a specific time."

	"I have a cell phone.  I carry it with me constantly.  I'll meet with you anytime, anywhere.  Just call me, and I'll come running."  

	He raised her hand and kissed her palm, letting his tongue slip through his lips to briefly taste her.  Jenny shivered with distaste, but she hoped Pete considered the reaction a passionate response, not the intense revulsion she felt.  When it appeared he'd granted her wish, she decided it was time to set the hook in this fish.  She'd land him, pull him into the boat on Saturday night.  Leaning to him and brushing her lips to his cheek, she whispered, "You're sweet.  Plan on a call Saturday evening."

	Pete nodded vigorously.

	"Well?" she said as she used her thumb to wipe her lipstick off his face.

	"What?"

	"I need your cell phone number."

	"Oh, yes!  Of course you do!"  He pulled out a business card, turned it over and jotted down the number with a ballpoint pen.

	She took the card, glanced at it and placed it in her purse.

	"Call me!" he ordered, brushed his hand across her bare shoulder and then slid it down her arm to her wrist.

	"It could be early evening or late at night.  Does the time matter?" she asked as she turned toward him and dropped one foot to the floor.  Her short skirt slid up even farther on her leg, and she watched his eyes dart down and take in the view.

	"Late or early, it doesn't matter," Pete said.  "Just call me."

	"You like what you see, don't you?" Jenny asked coquettishly. 

	Pete swallowed and nodded.  "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met," he gushed.

	She stared at him intently.  "I like you, Pete.  You've been patient, not too pushy, and you're a good-looking man.  I'll call you.  Guaranteed.  I want to get to know you better."  She reached and brushed her hand across his face, an obvious caress.  "Much better."

	Standing she leaned to his ear and whispered.  "I like the fact that you like what you see.  Saturday, I'll show you more, if you know what I mean."  She heard him gasp.  "Don't ruin everything now.  Stay here and let me leave by myself."  She straightened up.  "Thanks for the drink, Pete, and I'll see you Saturday night."  She offered him what she considered her most dazzling smile.  "Bye."

	She turned and walked away, feeling Pete's small, evil eyes on her as she moved.  Outside, she noticed the sun was setting, offering the beginning of what would probably be a marvelous sunset, but the pleasant view didn't alter her mood.  She shuddered and walked quickly around the corner to Mel's car.  It was locked, but Mel arrived moments later and let her in the passenger seat.

	"Good job!" he exclaimed when he settled behind the wheel.  "You had him panting, Jenny."

	"Thanks.  Take me to your house, Mel.  I need a shower."  She squirmed.  "Touching that sleaze, letting him touch me, made me feel dirty."

	****

	"Give, Mel.  You didn't tell us everything," Harriett said.  "When you and Jenny arrived you looked like a little boy who'd just broken a brand new toy."

	With a mischievous grin, Janice quipped, "You wear your emotions on your sleeve, Dad.  Have you been a bad boy?"

	Mel glanced from his wife to his youngest daughter and sighed.  

	Upon his and Jenny's arrival, Jenny had immediately announced her need for a shower, leaving him to describe the stakeout to his wife and youngest daughter.  He had not told them everything, only those elements related to John's plan, certainly not about the fun and games he'd played with Jenny in his car.

	Mel grimaced and decided yet again it would be impossible for any man to have an affair and get away with it.  

	To hell with them, he thought.  He'd tell them what happened at a time of his choosing, and now wasn't the time.

	"Later," he announced and pushed himself to his feet.  "I'll call John and let him know Jenny's efforts were successful."

	He watched his wife and daughter trade inquiring glances.  Harriett shrugged as he left the room.

	Mel was hanging up the telephone after talking with his son when Harriett entered his home office.  She rested one hip on the edge of his desk with one leg dangling and the other touching the floor.  

	"It's later," she said.

	He grinned.  "Jenny asked me what you'd say if I asked for your permission to fuck her."

	After closing her gaping jaw, Harriett said, "Are you asking?"

	Mel looked up at his wife.  Their eyes locked.  "Yes."

	Harriett licked her lips.  "Did you have sex with her?"

	Mel swallowed.  "We didn't fuck."

	"Which implies you did something."

	"Yes."

	Silence.

	"I don't think you can handle three women, Mel, not at the same time," Harriett finally said with a serious expression and tone of voice.

	Regardless, Mel laughed.  "Agreed.  You didn't answer my question."

	He watched as his wife pondered his inquiry, or rather Jenny's.

	"Mel, if you want an immediate answer, I'd have to say no, but..."  She grimaced.  "The past few days have been like riding a roller coaster, exciting to be sure, but laced with peril.  The relatively calm, normal but happy life we've been sharing has been turned on its head.  I discovered John and Kelly are in love, that Kelly and Janice have been lovers for years, and that all of our children aren't bashful about hopping in bed together.  I had sex with Kelly; you had your way with Janice; then I joined the two of you.  Now you want to have sex with my goddaughter, and from the way you posed the question, I assume Jenny wants to fuck you, too.  I feel...I don't know.  I feel like things are moving too fast, quickly escalating out of control.  Also, I wonder if Jenny really knows what she wants.  She just went through a messy divorce, and I'm not certain she's emotionally strong enough to handle an adulterous relationship with you or any other married man, with or without the permission of the wife involved."

	"Fair enough," Mel said.  He felt disappointed, but his wife's arguments sounded valid.  "I love you, Harriett.  I looked guilty earlier because I felt guilty.  Jenny and I messed around while we waited for Peter to appear.  For what it's worth, I didn't do the seducing, but I certainly didn't make an effort to stop her seduction.  If she'd wanted to fuck me, I can't honestly say I would have tried to stop her.  Do I want her?  You better believe it.  But...let me just say that your good opinion of me is more important than a secret sexual fling with Jenny or any other woman."

	Harriett smiled and reached to caress his cheek.  "I love you, too, Mel.  Look, let me talk to Jenny.  I said my answer right now would be no, but that doesn't mean my mind can't be changed.  Mostly, I'm concerned about Jenny's well being.  Tell me what happened between the two of you, including your conversation, not just your sexual shenanigans."

	****

	The shower helped, let her feel clean again after her meeting with Pete.  While Jenny rubbed the towel briskly over her body, her thoughts drifted back to the sexual games she'd played with Mel in the car.  Would Harriett give Mel permission to have sex with her?  If permission were granted, would Harriett join them?  She knew the idea of Mel's long cock inside her excited her, and a threesome with Mel and Harriett excited her even more.

	Obviously Harriett was bisexual, like Kelly.  Was bisexuality genetic?  Suddenly, an unbidden, imaginary image of Harriett and Jenny's mother intruded.  The two of them had been best friends in their youth.  Had they messed around with each other, explored their budding sexuality together?  Jenny knew such explorations were not uncommon during early adolescence.  She'd done a little exploring herself, but she'd only masturbated with her childhood friend.  They hadn't touched each other.  No, that wasn't true, they'd practiced kissing and did a little petting, but they hadn't touched each other's pussies.  If Harriett gave Mel permission and joined them, Harriett would touch her pussy, and probably not just with her hands.  Her mouth would become involved, too.  Would Harriett expect reciprocity?  Jenny's tongue snaked out across her lips.  The concept certainly didn't repulse her.

	Grinning, she whispered, "You've come a long way, baby."

	She thought back to her marriage and recalled how devastated she'd been when she'd discovered her husband had shown some of his buddies the nude pictures he'd taken of her.  In retrospect, his cowardly betrayal with the photographs had not bothered her overmuch, not even the fact that other men had viewed her naked body.  No, Jenny had not divorced her husband because he'd shared the photographs.  She'd divorced him because he cheated, and not just once.  Could she have saved her marriage if she'd been willing to share him with other women, like Kelly proposed?  No.  Her husband's unfaithfulness had been a symptom of their failed marriage, not the underlying cause.  Monogamous or not, he had not been capable of real love.  His expressions of love for her had been only lip service, and she'd stopped loving him when the photograph incident surfaced.

	Well, my mindset is different now, she thought.  If I ever marry again, I'll share, but I won't allow cheating, or any sneaking around behind my back.  Can love and sex be mutually exclusive?  Can sharing sex with others enhance love?  Is monogamy truly unnatural?  With a sigh, she shrugged.  She had so many questions, questions she suspected had no universal answers because the answers depended on the individuals involved.

	How will Harriett feel when Mel tells her about our sexy activities in the car?  Will she consider my partial seduction of her husband a betrayal of our loving relationship?  Jenny hoped not.  She hadn't gone all the way with Mel, and she hadn't contemplated taking him into her mouth until right at the end of the incident.  Did she go too far before obtaining permission?

	She hung up the towel and looked in the mirror.  "You flirted with him," she whispered to the image.  "You shamelessly flaunted your body; guided the conversation to cause arousal, and then you pulled his hand to your cunt and rubbed yours over his erection.  You climaxed on his fingers and then took his semen into your mouth.  Yes, you went too far, girl, way too far.  You owe your godmother an apology."

	As she finished dressing, she made another decision.  "No more stick-in-the-mud," she told herself.  "I'm going to fuck around, damn it!  I haven't fucked around since that brief time with my cousin and his friends in my youth.  I have no obligations, none, and it's time to explore my sexuality again."

	Her lips curled with a wicked grin, and she exited the guest room.

	When she entered the kitchen, Janice looked up at her.  "Hi, Jenny.  I'm having a glass of iced tea.  Would you like some?"

	"Sounds good."  She settled on a kitchen chair.  "Where are Mel and Harriett?"

	"In Dad's office."  She set a glass on the counter and poured the tea.  "Sugar?  Lemon?"

	"Just lemon, please."  Jenny tried to remember some facts about Janice.  She believed the young woman was eighteen or nineteen years old, and Kelly had mentioned Janice was taking some courses at a junior college.  She's certainly attractive, Jenny thought.  Very sexy, just shy of voluptuous.  Is she bisexual, too?  Jenny decided to pry.

	"Since my arrival, I've...how should I to put this?  I've been surprised by the level of sexual activity around me."

	Janice snickered and blushed.  "It has been a busy week."

	How much does she know?  How deep is her involvement?  "Rape, illegal videos and photographs on the Internet, incest, group sex, bisexuality.  I'm not being critical, Janice, just expressing surprise.  How do you fit into the scheme of things?"      

	Janice raised a perfect eyebrow.

	"Never mind," Jenny added.  She knew she'd pushed her queries too far, too fast.  "How you fit is none of my business."

	Janice's eyes met Jenny's.  "Let me just say I've not been involved with rape or the videos and photographs, and let it go at that."

	"That means..."

	"That means nothing."

	"I apologize, Janice.  I didn't mean to pry.  Please forgive me."

	With a wide smile, Janice said, "Oh, you meant to pry, Jenny.  Hell, if I were you, I'd pry, too."  She sipped her tea and glanced at the clock on the wall and fidgeted.  "Thanks for helping us this afternoon, Jenny.  From what Dad said, you did an excellent job."

	Jenny shuddered.  "He's such a sleaze."

	"Who's a sleaze?" Harriett asked as she entered the kitchen.

	"Peter," Janice replied.  She pushed back her chair.  "Please excuse me, Jenny.  I need to get ready for a date.  I'd cancel, but it's a date of long standing involving some hard-to-get tickets."

	As Janice left the room, Harriett poured a glass of iced tea for herself and offered to top off Jenny's glass.  

	It's time for the apology, Jenny thought and said, "I'm sorry, Harriett.  I sort of lost it this afternoon."

	"Yeah, you did.  Frankly, your behavior surprised me, Jenny."  She settled in a chair across from her goddaughter.

	With a sardonic smile, Jenny added, "I surprised myself.  I can assure you, I've never been sexually aggressive before, not like I was this afternoon.  I don't know what came over me."  A lie, but...  No, damn it!  I'm not going to lie, she thought.  I'm not going to hide how I feel because she might think less of me.  "To be truthful, Harriett, I do know what came over me.  I've repressed my sexual needs for almost a year, and today I walked into the most sexually charged environment I've ever been in, and I'm not just talking about the videos and John's plan to get even with Kelly's ex-husband's unconscionable misdeeds.  Before I unpacked my clothes, I discovered your son and daughter are involved in an incestuous relationship, and within minutes your daughter offers to share your son with me, an offer she claimed evolved from advice you gave her.  Kelly also informed me that she enjoys sex with women as well as men, and she intends to join John and me should we hop in the sack together.  To top that shocker, she told me she'd already shared John with another woman.  She didn't name the woman, but..."

	Jenny took a deep breath, and continued, "Also, I'm ashamed to say I overheard you talking with Mel this afternoon.  I didn't mean to eavesdrop.  I was merely walking by your room to mine and your door was open a little.  You were discussing how Kelly had trimmed your...ah hell, can you see how sexually repressed I am?  I'd planned to say pussy, but couldn't.  Fuck!  Ah, that's better.  Darn it!  I'm rambling now.  Anyway, evidently you've also had sex with Kelly, so I assumed you were the woman she'd shared John with, but..."

	"Bad assumption, Jenny," Harriett said interrupting her goddaughter's diatribe.  "I've never had sex with my son."

	"Sorry.  Anyway, sex seems to the subject, either overtly or just under the surface, on everyone's mind, and frankly, Harriett, I...damn it, sitting alone with Mel this afternoon - he's quite a hunk, you know - I needed some long overdue relief.  I was in serious need, Harriett.  That's no excuse, I know, but that's what came over me.  Will you forgive me?"