3 comments/ 50111 views/ 15 favorites The Swap Meet By: BrettJ by BrettJ © 2012 Jaelyn Reed slid into the large bed. The satin sheets felt wonderful against her skin. The new pink & white lingerie she was wearing made her feel feminine and sexy and she was wearing her newest pair of sexy, spiked heels. She looked down and saw the glittering diamond ring on her finger. Life was good at this moment, it was very good. The man she loved reached out and drew her close to him. She nestled against his chest, happy to be in his arms for another night. These were the times she looked most forward to, when the two of them could be together intimately and without the day's distractions. He reached out and gently caressed her cheek. His dark eyes looked into her own blue eyes. Erik wiped a few strands of reddish hair from her beautiful face. "Did I tell you today how beautiful you are?" He asked the 19-year old beauty. "I think so, but that is the kind of thing a girl never tires of hearing," Jaelyn smiled. Her fingers stroked over his chest, lingering for a moment. It always amazed her how physically fit he was for a man of 42. He could easily have passed for a younger man and there weren't any of them who could match him for presence. He had always been the kind of man that was noticed when he walked into a room. All of her friends told her that. There was an intense connection between the two lovers that refused to be defined by age. She didn't feel right when he wasn't sharing a bed with her. If Erik went away on a business trip, she felt alone. She had her own coping mechanisms to deal with that, as did he. The moment he got home, the couple almost ran to their bedroom and made their spiritual connection physical once again. Jaelyn didn't think she would ever tire of this man she adored so very much. She moved up his body and smiled down at him. "It's been a long day, are you up for a little fun or would you rather rest?" Jaelyn asked. "Did you forget who it is you're talking to?" He chuckled. "Whenever I'm in bed with you, I feel like a kid of 20 again. I can go to work late tomorrow; it's one of the perks of being the boss. Slide up a little further hon, I'm going to make you feel good." The grin on Jaelyn's face was almost wide enough to encompass the room. She got the lingerie off over her head and grinned down at him, naked and lovely. She lowered her beautiful young bod to his face and sighed as his tongue brushed along the lips of her pussy. "Oh daddy," she sighed softly. "I know people would say that we shouldn't be doing this, but I don't want for us ever to stop." Erik said a small something but it was muffled by his daughter's sweet pussy. Jaelyn knew that her father shared her feelings. The glittering gem on her finger had been his way of proving that. Last month, he had taken her to a jeweler and had the ring custom made just for her. Their plan was to go somewhere and have a small commitment ceremony. Most people in this community already thought they were a couple anyway; there wasn't anyone here that knew the truth. The two of them had moved here after Erik's bitter, acrimonious divorce from Jaelyn's mother. Jada still wasn't speaking to Hannah and wasn't sure that she ever would. Hannah had been the one who had cheated and lied and Hannah was the one who profited. Her mother had received their house and more than half of her father's assets. They were far from broke, but Erik was starting his business from the ground up all over again. Fortunately, there were few landscapers who delivered the kind of quality work her father did and they now lived in an area with verdant beauty everywhere and where his new company could flourish. They had already made a number of new contacts and it didn't hurt business to have Jaelyn working with her father. A pretty girl always attracted attention and Jaelyn had been a beauty all of her life. That beauty was not lost on her father, but Erik had a business to get off the ground. He didn't have time to date and was oblivious to the flirtations of some of his more attractive female customers. Jaelyn was worried for her handsome daddy. She knew that before his marriage had fallen apart, he and her mom had shared a very passionate love life. It had been the inspiration for some of her own adventures. Jaelyn didn't hide her light under a bushel; she had started dating at 15 and enjoyed several suitors. At 18, she was a very tall, leggy beauty who looked a few years older than her true age. Her maturity worked in her favor. It also worked to her disadvantage. In their former town, she had friends and people that knew her. Jaelyn had been popular all of her life and dated several suitors. Here, she seemed to intimidate the young men she met. Perhaps they thought she was older or too worldly. The pretty teen had almost as few dates as her parent. In a flash of brilliance or madness, Jaelyn still wasn't sure which, she hit upon the idea of how to solve both problems. She would seduce her father and become his lover. They would share a bed. Jaelyn thought the taboo against incest was ridiculous once a person was an adult and capable of making her or her own choices. She had dated a few men her father's age and enjoyed the experiences. So, that was that. She began putting her plan into action the very next day. She wove her web intricately, not rushing at all or making it look overt so he wouldn't catch on right away. Her clothes changed ever-so slightly. No more blue jeans and her skirts got a bit shorter, both at home and at work where their business started to increase. Because of her new wardrobe? Perhaps. The blouses she wore dipped a bit lower in the front. Her heels were high and she wore stockings. Under everything was the prettiest, most feminine lingerie she owned. Around the house, she sat in ways that displayed her body proudly to her father. She was positive that he was seeing it. She caught him looking at her one day when she was swimming. She had bought a silver Lycra bikini that was designed to show off every inch of her slender, trim figure. It had been expensive as hell but if it achieved the desired results, it would be worth the added cost. She could feel her father's eyes on her more with every passing day. One day it happened. He just put his newspaper down and insisted she turn off the television. He addressed her in an honest, forthright manner. "Jae sweetheart, are you trying to seduce me?" He asked her. "If so, we need to put an end to it right now. It isn't right for us, we can't live that way. I'm your father, for God's sake!" "Screw that, daddy," she answered sweetly. "No one here knows us and I'm an adult. I make my own decisions about who I want to fuck. Guys here are intimidated by my looks and don't ask me out. You haven't dated since you split with mom and I know you're a passionate guy. I think this could be the solution to both of our problems and I also think we'd be foolish not to try something that could be so marvelous for the both of us. Now, you can keep trying to resist, but I'm wearing you down and I can see that. Sooner or later, you and I are going to be lovers. The quicker you accept that, the more fun we get to have." Erik threw up his hands and looked over at his daughter. She was still playing her game of seduction. Just sitting around at home, she had been wearing tight black leather pants and a gauzy pink top with high heels. She looked as if she was dressed up to go out and have fun. Now he realized that this had all been done for his benefit. "You're really sure about this?" He sighed. "This is something that can't be undone. Once we have sex, we can't un-have it." "I'm positive," Jaelyn smiled. She got up off the couch and pressed herself against him. He could feel the heat of her body, smell the sweetness of her perfume. "I think my father is the best looking man I know. I've always liked mature men, so stop screwing around and let's go upstairs and ... screw around," she giggled. Erik nodded and resigned himself to his fate. There was a bigger part of him that was happy it had turned out this way than he had realized. As he watched his daughter's fluid motions as she went up the stairs, he realized that if a pretty girl his daughter's age made such an offer, he would have immediately responded. Did the rest of it really matter? Jaelyn had already decided to put all of her feminine wiles to good use once she bedded her father. She got into bed with him and gave him a little lap dance while enticing him with her eyes and licking her lips. She knew that she could be sexy and alluring and hoped he would see that as well. Her top came off and her breasts sprang free. They were small and beautifully formed; she didn't even need a bra. Her daddy was reluctant so she took his hands and placed them on her breasts. "Touch me anywhere you want to, daddy," she breathed. "All of me is yours, nothing is forbidden. I want to give you the full experience." Erik had no idea just what the full experience might entail but he was about to find out. The lovely young girl moved down his body, undressing him as she did. Her fingers flew nimbly over his clothing, unbuttoning and getting him naked. She looked at her father's strong, masculine physique and believed that her mother must have been out of her mind. She tugged off his pants and his boxers and took his cock in her hand. She stroked it reverently a few times before taking it in her mouth. Erik watched her head bobbing up and down as she started giving him a blowjob. They had gone too far to ever stop now and he didn't want to! This was the most exciting experience of his life! Jaelyn thought that sucking her daddy was the most exciting experience of her life! His cock stirred in her mouth and it was getting bigger. She didn't want to give her daddy a swelled head – and then giggled at the unintentional pun that had just entered her brain – but he was a lot bigger than most of the guys that she had been with. He was just moving a little bit, not forcing his shaft into her mouth. Few lovers were as considerate as daddy. He wasn't fucking her face the way that some guys did, although she wouldn't have minded that in the least. She had truly meant it when she had told daddy he could do anything he wanted. She fully intended to become her daddy's sex toy. The gorgeous teen was well suited to becoming a sex toy. She loved sex in all forms; she was very open-minded and very flexible. She loved oral, both giving and getting. It got her off to see her lovers' faces when she was making them cum and none more so than her hunky father. The lovers she had been with had given her the skills she needed to please him. Her tongue whirled and licked and sucked. She gave him a blowjob unlike any he had ever received, although she didn't know that at the time. She wanted him to cum, no, she demanded that he cum and he did. Lovely thick cum that Jaelyn swallowed down. She grinned at him and moved away. With wiggles and twists, she slithered out of the tight leather pants. Her body was now on full display but with a lovely little surprise for her new lover. She was wearing stockings, garters and suspenders – and nothing else. To top that, her pussy was shaved bare! She moved on top of her father and acted boldly. "Eat my pussy, daddy," she purred. "Suck my horny little cunt and make me cum and then we'll fuck. I can't wait until you stick your big cock deep inside my needy twat." Hearing the sexy little vixen talk in such bawdy language excited Erik. His tongue swabbed deeply into her pussy and found her taste delicious. He went after more and got it. He could hear his daughter's muffled groans echoing in his ears. He wanted her to crave this. If they were going to do this, he was going all out. He flicked at her clit with his tongue and found her sensitive spots. He could tell from the trembling body that he was making her cum. Jaelyn moved away from her father, stunned by how good he was. She only hoped that he fucked as good as he licked. She mounted her father and smiled happily at him. "You sure know how to prep a girl, daddy," she smiled. "Let's see if you can fuck her just as well." Erik himself couldn't believe how fast he had gotten hard again. His daughter's pussy juice must have been some kind of magic elixir. Her body looked so beautiful in the light of the room. The bed creaked a bit as she slowly let his cock slip in between the lips of her pussy and into her waiting cunt. Her body craved cock and this cock was the best of all because I was his cock. Jaelyn began to fuck her daddy in the cowgirl position. She grabbed his hands and brought them to her body. "Touch me daddy, I'm not fragile and I won't break," she encouraged him. "Haven't you figured out by now that I'm a hot little slut and all of me is yours?" Erik groaned and nodded as his gorgeous daughter tightened the muscles of her cunt around his cock. He couldn't compare this wild little hellion to the sweet, good-natured daughter he had raised. They were like night and day, like a gorgeous demoness had taken possession of Jaelyn and seduced him. If life was going to be like this from now on, he'd be a lot more tired, but also a lot happier! Over the next several months, things progressed until her father's proposal. They were on a picnic at the beach and he still made all the right gestures. They would figure out a way to make things work and Jaelyn was sure that he loved her in all ways. She wanted that from him and she wanted to indulge him with further sexual treats. She just hadn't figured out how as yet. "Are you coming to bed yet?" Danielle Storm called out to her lover. She was wearing a filmy white negligee and made up for play. Heels and lingerie, just the way her lover liked it. She always dressed sexy for bed for rare was the night she wasn't having sex. "In a few minutes, I'm just watching our neighbor come home with his sexy young girlfriend," a voice called out. "How does an older guy like Erik Reed score such a sexy young honey as Jaelyn?" "Maybe he's got a big cock or he's really good in bed," Danielle responded. "He does have money babe, that house wasn't cheap and the realtor told me he paid for it in cash." "How did you get that kind of information?" "I have my ways," Danielle said, recalling exactly how. "Slut." Janine Storm came into the room and crawled into bed beside her older sister. Even after a decade as lovers, it hadn't gone stale between the two of them. She reached for Danielle's beautiful, round tits and squeezed them gently. "I could do this all day," Janine sighed as she kissed her sister's nipples. "I'd probably let you," Danielle sighed at the gorgeous blonde who was snuggled beside her. "But then I couldn't go to the bakery and make money and we couldn't afford the mortgage payments on this house of ours," she sighed as she pushed Janine's head down on to her breasts. "Yeah, but if we made out in the store, we might attract more customers," Janine laughed as she began kissing her way down her older sister's body. Despite both of them having numerous lovers over the years, of both sexes, there wasn't anyone alive who got to Danielle the way her younger sister did or vice-versa. Oddly, it had been the younger Janine who had first seduced Danielle into her bed. Janine had not told to this day who had been her first. It mattered little to Danielle now, for as her sister's tongue snaked into her pussy, she saw the gates of heaven open wide. Their love play rarely varied at the beginning. Slow and unhurried, with lots of gentle kisses, tongues meeting and sucking on each other, hands clenched as they drifted towards climax. Either was free to initiate, but it was Janine who was the bolder, more experimental of the siblings. Janine had slowly brought them into a new world and it had been her idea to hold the "swap meets" that went on at the furnished apartment above their bakery The sisters both loved those evenings where they could be fully themselves and be among others who understood their familial desires. Others that knew it was not a sin to love someone in your own family and others who believed that a little variety added a little spice. Mothers, daughters, fathers, brothers, cousins – as long as a guest showed up with another family member, they were welcome. Their little group extended out over 100 members now, some from town and others from further away. Janine was now fully in bed with her sister, their legs entwined, their gorgeous breasts pressed flat against each other. Their mouths were kissing heatedly and they were flat fucking. Janine's fingers were probing deeply in her sister's body. Her mouth watered for the taste of Danielle's juicy pussy. "I'd love to get that gorgeous little Jaelyn in bed with us," Janine panted as she ground her body against Danielle's. "Oh, the things I would do to her – with her! I wonder if she's ever been with a woman before?" "She looks innocent, but those are the ones that always fool you," Danielle groaned as her hands fondled her sister's tits. She slid them down and slid her slender index finger up Janine's ass. "Oh, you fucking bitch, you know that drives me up the wall," Janine gasped. They rolled around the bed, still kissing and tonguing each other. Janine had already cum once, only Danielle could get her off that quickly. "Slut," Danielle teased, echoing her sister's earlier words. "We should invite her over and see if we can get her in bed. We've seduced supposedly 'straight' women before, remember the mother and daughter who came in the store last month, looking for a birthday cake?" "Wanda and Anita," Janine nodded. "Oh yeah, we got them their cake and a whole lot more," she laughed. The sisters had invited the gorgeous mother & daughter to tea. "Before the evening was done, they were slurping each other's pussies like it was the most natural thing in the world. I wonder how they're doing?" Danielle hunched her cunt upwards for more of her sister's snaky, long tongue. "You can ask them yourself, next week. They're coming to the next Swap Meet and Wanda says she has a surprise for us. I hope she's cute," she sighed as Janine's tongue hit her clit. "What makes you think it's another girl?" Janine asked as her fingers joined her tongue in Danielle's cunt. "Just a hunch," Danielle moaned. Janine had learned to trust her sister's intuition by now, she was rarely wrong. As she licked pussy, her hands moved up to fondle her older sister's tits. They were bigger than her own and had such a lovely bounce to them. Her own best asset were her long, shapely legs and beguiling brown eyes. With her naughty mind, all of that had served them both well over the past decade. "Let's invite Jaelyn over for tea and really go all out," Janine suggested. "We'll both put on something slinky and our sexiest heels and tease the little bitch until she's in our bed between us. Mmm, I can't wait to taste that little cunt and play with those delicious little tits," she groaned as her sister's fingers now probed her. "Okay baby, but what if her boyfriend objects?" Danielle asked. "He won't, I've noticed him watching us," Janine said before she was rendered incoherent by the force of her orgasm. "If he's like most men, he won't object to his pretty girlfriend hanging around other hot women. If he does object, well ..." "Okay bitch, spill it," Danielle sighed as the tremor of her orgasm went through her. "What do you have in mind?" "We can invite him over the next day," Janine giggled. "I might prefer pussy, but neither one of us ever turns down a hard cock." "That is so true," Danielle said as she curled up in her sister's arms and drifted off to sleep. The next few days would be very interesting for all concerned. The Swap Meet: Week 01 1 As soon as the couple was out of range, Barb began to giggle, and then so did I. "Well, that was different," I said. "Ya think?" She looked at the card they'd left us, nothing written on it except a phone number. "We look like a married couple to them, huh?" "A 'young and very attractive' married couple, I believe they said." "That's right." I was actually kind of surprised they hadn't noticed how much we look alike. Most people mention it. Well, we're twins after all: Barb and Bob, don't ask me what our parents were thinking. When they'd approached us in the food court -- we both work nearby, so we meet there for lunch a couple times a week -- I had them pegged for a pair of proselytizing Mormons or something. Not in a million years would I have guessed we'd caught their eye and they wanted us to think about coming to their swinger's club. Once they started their pitch, neither Barb nor I wanted to spoil the fun by telling them we were siblings. Barb fingered the card absentmindedly. "Did you ever...?" she asked. "Ever what?" She held out the card. "Done anything like this." "Us? No way. El would probably freak out if she knew I'd even talked to those people. Not that..." "What?" "Nothing." "Powers activate," she said. It was a twin thing, something we started doing when we were kids watching the Wonder Twins cartoons: those words evoke the "twin" bond, and there's no saying "no." "At this point it would probably do us more good than harm. Or it would do me more good, at least." "Not much action in the Miller household?" she said sympathetically. "Barb, this really isn't something I'm comfortable discussing." "Well, if it makes you feel any better, Dan hasn't shown much interest in me lately either." "It certainly doesn't make me feel better," I said. "Okay, 'better' isn't the right word. I just mean I'm sympathetic. I may have to trade up to a better boyfriend." "Well," I said, "we certainly managed to take an amusing experience and turn it into a depressfest." "Maybe," she said, crumpling the card and shoving it into her sweater pocket to throw out later, "at least we're young and very attractive. That has to be worth something." 2 "Can you talk?" Barb asked me when she called me on the phone the following day. "We are talking," I said. "I mean privately." I went into my den, a room into which El never ventured. "Okay, what's up?" "I... I never threw out that card." "Card?" "With the phone number." "With the phone...? Oh, those people in the mall. You've lost me." "Bob, I think I want to go." "To the club?" "Yeah." "Barb, those are all married couples. Even if you want to kick Dan to the curb, you're not going to meet anybody there." "Why do I have to meet anybody? Maybe I just want to get laid." "Barb!" "Jesus, Bob, you're such a prude when it comes to your sister. You're twenty-eight years old and you like sex. I'm twenty-right and I like sex. Fucking deal with it." "Okay, then, why don't you just meet a guy the normal way? You;re certainly pretty enough." "You think I'm pretty?" she asked in a flirty tone. "Oh, stop it." "I'm not looking for a rebound relationship," she said. "I'm not looking for any relationship right now. The guys there have to interest in leaving their wives, they're stable, and they're not going to have any diseases I have to worry about." The First Rule of the Swingers Club: Never talk about the Swingers Club. Just kidding. Though that would be a pretty good First Rule too. The first rule is that nobody shows up without a doctor's note saying they'd been tested and are disease-free. "So go. What do you want from me?" "Bob, I can't go alone." "So? You... What? I'm your brother." "Duh. But they think we're married. And it's not as if we're going to... ewww. The whole idea is to swap. I'm going to ditch your sorry ass as soon as we get there." "And I'm married." "So is everybody else there. I think they're pretty strong on discretion. And you don't have to do anything with anybody. Or to anybody. I just need you to get in." "So you just want to use me, in other words," I said, with a grin she probably could have heard in my voice. "That's what brothers are for." 3 So pretty much against my better judgment, I agreed. Which of course meant going to a clinic several towns over and getting a blood test. Ouch. So the following Saturday night, armed with our clean bills of health, we drove out to a McMansion about 20 miles from home. Turns out Barb had called them for more information and directions even before she'd called me, certain she could get me to agree. What do you wear to a swap meet ("Just don't call it that once we're there," Barb warned me)? Barb was wearing a dress that showed a lot more cleavage than I'd ever seen on her -- at least not since we were teenagers and she wore some pretty skimpy bathing suits. Which really messed with my hormonal teenage mind, since I didn't want to look at all her exposed skin but found it hard to look away. But I digress. I was more casually dressed, a nice polo shirt and khakis, since I'd told El I was going over to Barb's because she needed my help with something. Which was kind of true. We rang the doorbell -- there was a deep chime, typical of McMansions for some reason -- and the hosts let us in. Not the same couple that had recruited us in the mall. We handed them our medical forms (fortunate that we still had the same last name), and the man of the house told us to help ourselves to drinks. I'm not sure what I'd expected to see there -- some drunken orgy, perhaps -- but it looked like any other party, a lot of upper-middle class twenty- and thirty-somethings standing around talking, most of them holding drinks. The women were all dressed about the way Barb was, and the men... well, they were all dressed better than I was, but I looked okay. They were being fairly subtle about it, but I could tell the rest of the guests were looking us over. "New meat." I wondered what was more bizarre about all this: that I was at a swinger's party without my wife, or that I was doing all this to get my sister laid. "Okay, Bob, Barb," our hostess said, "time for your last kiss." "Our what?" I asked. "What you decide to do, or don't do with anybody else here is up to you, of course," her husband said. "But we don't want husbands and wives hovering at one another's sides, because that inhibits meeting new people. So one last kiss, and then you go your separate ways for the evening. And come to think of it, since you're the last couple we're greeting tonight..." He took his wife in his arms and gave her a kiss that made her groan slightly, and then they went their separate ways. "Good bye kiss..." I whispered. "This is getting out of hand." "Oh, what's the big deal?" Barb asked. "It's a kiss. I don't have cooties." Maybe not, but I'd certainly never kissed my sister on the lips before. She leaned in to kiss me, and I sort of froze. She kept her lips pressed against mine until I loosened up and started to return the kiss. "That's better," she said. "I guess you just needed some warming up." "I guess," I said tentatively, and then she pulled me close and put her lips to mine again. This time the kiss was open-mouthed, and I think I felt a little tongue. "Now you're getting the idea," she said; and before I could respond, she slapped me lightly on the ass, said "Later, hot stuff," and took off. I watched as Barb made her way to the middle of the living room, where she began dancing with a guy about our age. They were barely touching, but already it looked less like dancing than foreplay. Are married couples really okay with this? I knew I'd be upset if I saw El dancing with another man like this, and we hadn't had sex since... well, it'd been a while. I was sitting on a loveseat -- alone -- when a women came over to me and grabbed my hand. "You look like you need to dance," she said, pulling me to my feet. When I stood, I could see that she was a good half foot shorter than my 5-11, and a much better dancer than me. After about a minute, she said "Hey, are you trying to look down my shirt? I hadn't been, I mean not on purpose; but with the height difference, I could help but look straight down at her. I was about to apologize, since that's what a guy's supposed to do when he's caught looking down the shirt of a woman he doesn't even know, but then I remembered where I was. "Can you blame me?" I said with a grin It must have been the right answer, because she responded by unbuttoning a button of her blouse. The top button had already been open, and the blouse only had four of them -- so depending how she moved while she danced, I could easily look straight down the center of her chest almost to her navel, or see one or the other almost-bare breast. She cupped her hand over my crotch as the dance ended. "You must really like to dance," she said, given my swollen cock a quick squeeze and then dashing off to find another dance partner. I headed back to the loveseat, but another couple was using it. They were kissing, and he had his hand down the front of her dress. I looked back at the dance floor and saw one generously-busted woman dancing with her shirt completely open, her breasts covered only by a lacy bra, Another couple danced very close to me, the woman's back to me, his hands on her almost-bare ass, pushing the back of her short dress high enough to expose her red thong. It took me a moment to realize this was my sister, Barb. I needed another drink. I walked into the den, where the hosts had set up a serve-yourself mini-bar. "Bob, right?" I turned around, and saw that the woman who'd recruited us in the mall had come in right behind me. I nodded. I knew she was 27, but Geri had that fresh-faced look that made look, well, not entirely legal. She was dressed in skin-tight jeans, and a silk t-shirt that did nothing to hide how erect her nipples were. "You," she said, "are way too stiff. And not just in the good way. First time doing this sort of thing?" "Yeah." "And I'm guessing it was mostly your wife's idea to take us up on our invitation?" "My w--? Oh, Barb's idea, yes, I guess it was." "Well listen, like we told you, there's no pressure here. Play, don't play, it's up to you. And you're welcome to come back next week even if you're not ready for any action tonight. Okay?" "Thanks." She smiled. "There," she said, "you seem less tense already. I want you to know, Bob, that I was the one who spotted you guys at the mall, and told Rick he had to invite you." She leaned into me and whispered into my ear -- even though there was nobody around and nobody would have cared anyway -- "I thought you were hot." I whispered back in her ear, "I thought you were pretty hot too." She put a hand on my ass, and squeezed it firmly. "Nice ass," she whispered. I returned the gesture. Her jeans were thin, and I felt no sign of panties "You too," I whispered back. She put a second hand on my ass and pulled me closer, bringing my crotch to hers. "You feel hard," she whispered. I placed a hand between our bodies and closed it on her left breast. I could feel her warmth through her silk shirt, and her braless nipple was poking through proudly. "You too," I whispered. She took one hand off my ass, and unbuttoned her blouse, letting it hang open. I moved my hand onto her bare breast. This all wasn't anything I'd been expecting: I'd just come in here for a drink. But apparently unless I put the brakes on -- and I had no desire to -- this was going to get more and more interesting. Geri moaned as I caressed her breast, then muffled her own moan by pressing her mouth against my mouth, pushing her tongue into my mouth and pressing it against my tongue. My cock was as hard as it's been in a long time, as I ground it against the crotch of her jeans. She pulled away from me just enough to reach down and undo the snap and zipper on her jeans, and then started pushing them down as she led me to the other side of the minibar. I was right: no panties. And no hair, either. I was about to cheat on my wife for the first time, and for the first time fuck a woman with a bald pussy. "Uh... shouldn't we be doing this in a bed or a bedroom or something?" I asked as I helped her keep her balance and she tried to walk and strip naked at the same time. "Supposed to," she said. "This isn't supposed to be an orgy house. But we're not going to be the only ones fucking downstairs tonight." She leaned into the bar, her bare tits resting between a bottle of scotch and a dozen clean glasses. I'd never had sex in this public a place before, but also knew I'd never have a chance like this again. I opened my pants, pulled them and my boxers down to my knees, put my hands on Geri's hips, and began slowly easing my cock into her pussy. "So warm," I said softly. "So wet." "Less talking, more-- Oh!" she said," as I rammed my cock into her hard. "Oh, just like that. Oh, oh yeah, fuck, fuck me just like that..." I grunted as I drove myself into her as hard as I could. She made a little guttural noise, and I knew she'd just cum a little; but I wanted to bring her to a screaming orgasm, and fill her with a bigger load of my cum than I'd shot in years. And I knew I'd be able to make both of those things happen... And then they came into the den. I froze, my hard cock still deep inside her. They couldn't see that, since we were behind the bar; but it was pretty obvious what we were doing, especially with Geri's naked tits flat against the bar. "Geri," the man said with a smile, reaching for the bottle of scotch and almost brushing his hand against her right breast. "This is Al," Geri said to me. "Last week, he was the one behind the bar with me." I took my right hand from Geri's naked hip, and raised it in sort of a half-wave, hald-almost-handshake. "Uh... hi," I said awkwardly. "Bob," his companion said, also smiling, craning her head to try to peek behind the bar. Barb. Of course it was Barb. Just standing there, and I stood balls-deep in Geri's pussy. Al handed her her drink. "Just make sure you save some for me for later, hon," she said, and then took Al's arm and led him out of the room. 4 "So, you had fun after all," Barb said as we got into the car to drive her home. "Maybe you should be thanking me." "Yeah, thanks for just standing there staring at us. That was some kind of mood-killer. My sister watching as I was..." "'Fucking,'" she said. "you're allowed to say 'fucking.' in front of me. And I didn't see anything anyway. Nothing of you, I mean. Your cock was completely hidden by Geri's pussy. Shaven,no less. How was that, sexy? You think I should go bare like that too?" "Why are you asking me things like that? Barb, what's gotten into you tonight?" She grinned. "Who, you mean?" "Come on, stop that. This whole conversation is making me uncomfortable. You're my sister." "That didn't stop you from staring at my naked ass while I was dancing." "I wasn't --" "Okay, okay, don't get agitated. I don't want you crashing the car. How embarrassing would that be, what with me leaving my panties back at the party?" "Barb..." "Okay, I won't say anything more about you staring at my ass -- which is even more naked now -- if you'll tell me: did you ever finish with Geri?" "Barb, I--" "Yeah, yeah, not comfortable talking about this with your sister. Give it a rest, okay? It's twenty-minute drive home, and you know I'm not going to let up." "Fine," I said. "After you and Al walked in on us... fucking, my cock got soft and it slid out of Geri's pussy. Is that what you wanted to hear?" She laughed. "I never want to hear about soft cocks, brother. And if you think you're going to shock me so badly I'm going to drop the subject, you're going to have to do a lot better." "Geri led me out to the back yard, where a music box was playing just loudly enough for couples to dance, and there was just enough light to see that everybody was stripped down to their underwear: some of the women wearing bras, some of them topless. Geri wasn't wearing panties tonight, so when she slipped her jeans off, she was completely naked -- and I was as hard as I'd been all night." "I guess you didn't notice, Bob, I was out there too. Just think, you could have seen the boobs you were trying to catch a glimpse of all through our teenage years." "I was not," I insisted. "Whatever," Barb said. "Go on.. I assume the dancing degenerated into standing against one another and rubbing your bodies together." "Um... yeah." "Your hard cock pressed against her bare pussy?" she asked with a sigh. "Who's supposed to be telling this story?" I asked her. "Sorry, just remembering... go on." "It became dry-humping after a while, and I was trying desperately not to cum. Just when I thought I was going to lose it, she dropped to her knees, pulled down my underwear, and took my hard cock deep inside her mouth. She sucked me hard for about half a minute, then let my cock go and said, 'Mmmm. It's covered with pussy juice.'" "Mmmm," Barb echoed softly. "Then she stood up, took my hand, and led me over to a spot on the lawn about 100 feet from the nearest dancer. She didn't even let me put my shorts back on." "And you were hard?" "Was I ever. And as soon as we were far enough away that nobody could see us -- clearly, anyway -- she lay down on her back, spread her legs, and said 'fuck me.' I'd barely started when she already began to moan loadly." "That was her? I heard that." "That was her." "That was my brother fucking her." "It sure was," I said, then stopped short when I heard... "slurping" noises coming from the seat next to me. "Barb, what are you doing?" "Fuck, what do you think I'm doing?" The hem of her dress was pushed up to her belly, and I could see her thrusting her fingers up... well, up her wet pussy. "You shouldn't be doing that here, in the car with me." "Fuck you," she moaned. "It's your story. Keep going." It was so wrong, I knew, seeing my sister finger-fuck herself -- but I also couldn't stand to make her stop. And I wished I could take my eyes off the road long enough to watch her more closely. "Her moaning, and the fact that I was fucking a woman I hardly knew, made me so hard. I was pounding into her, giving her grass burns on her back I'm sure. We knew everybody could hear us." "I could, I could," Barb said softly, moaning as if a hard cock were pushing into her. And yes, in my imagination, it was mine. "Huh, huh, huh," I heard, telling me Barb was close, so I fastforwarded my story. "Geri was moaning like crazy now, and she said 'fuck, fuck, Bob, fill me up with your hot cum.' And then, as I heard her shudder, I did. I shot my hot cum, a lot of it, deep inside of her." "Oh, deep inside of me," Barb moaned as she came. I'd never heard my sister cum before, and I never thought I would. "Oh god," she said. "Oh god, that was good. And naughty. And good." "Barb..." I started to say. "Stop it," she said. "That was fun, don't bring me down." "It was," I agreed. "But it was also wrong." She reached aross the seat and grabbed my cock and balls in her hand. "Little Bob thought it was pretty good." She gently squeezed me. "Not-so-little at all, I'd say." She gave my cock a single, light stroke as she took her hand away. If I hadn't fucked Geri less than an hour earlier, I'm sure I would have cum in my pants. The Swap Meet: Week 01 "Pick me up at 7 next Saturday night?" she said. "Sure." The Swap Meet: Week 02 I had very mixed feelings about going with Barb back to the "party" the following Saturday night. Yeah, I know I said I would, and I'd certainly enoyed myself with Geri, but... things got a little weird between my sister and me. I know it was just the excitement of going to a swinger's party (It's complicated; you should really read Chapter 1 if you haven't already), but she was acting flirty with me all evening: well beyond what she had to do to pretend we were a married couple. I'd seen her almost-naked ass – I'm sure that wasn't intentional on her part – but then on the ride home she'd finger-fucked herself sitting on the seat right next to me. It's true I hadn't really seen anything, but I'd heard her cum. And my car smelled of it for a couple of days afterward (good thing my wife El has her own car and never uses mine). But I had promised, and I don't think I've ever broken a promise to my twin sister, so I picked her up at 7. Or at least I got to her apartment at 7. And she did seem to be ready, wearing a snug black dress that ended slightly closer to her crotch than to her waist. "What do you think?" she asked. "Um, that dress is quite... something, alright." She laughed. "Yeah, but I'm looking at it now, and..." she patted her behind. "Panty lines. I usually wear this dress without panties; but tonight, well, it's a warm night and there's probably be dancing outside again, so I want to have panties on." "So this is about you being prim and proper?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. "Don't be a smartass," she said. "Come with me, help me out here." I followed her into her bedroom, and as soon as she walked through the door, she pulled the dress over her head and tossed it onto the bed. "Barb!" "Come on," she said, turning to face me wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy black panties. The last time I'd seen her with this little clothing, we were probably 8 or 9. "Half the people at the party saw me like this last week, and you would have too if you hadn't been paying all your attention to Naked Geri. It's no big deal." "They look like pretty big deals to me," I said, surprising myself. "You're sweet," she said, stepping over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, her bare breasts brushing against my shirt. "Okay, let's see what we've got." She opened her closet, and looked around for a moment as I stared at her almost-bare ass. Come on, sister or no, how could I not? She came away from the closet with a red dress. It came down no further than the black one had, but wasn't as tight. It was some kind of wraparound thing, the sort of garment only women understand, which once on covered her breasts adequately, but left exposed a large amount of cleavage. I'm actually not sure how much breast can be exposed and still call it "cleavage," but this certainly strained the definition. "I wonder whether anybody found the panties I left behind last week," Barb said as we began the drive. "They probably have a whole pile of them. Like the big 'lost clothing' box back at P.S. 18, remember?" She laughed. "Tons of panties to sift through. Fun for pervs of all ages. And lots of bras." "Not too many bras to be seen last week," I pointed out. She unwrapped her blouse enough to expose most of her breasts. "Hey, you're right!" "You wanna cover up those things before you cause an accident?" "Aw, you're used to seeing them by now. I bet you're not distracted at all anymore." "Yes I am. And we have to think about the other drivers." "Spoilsport," she said, re-wrapping her top. We got to the house where tonight's gathering was taking place. Apparently they switched around. "I hope they don't want me to host next week," Barb said. "Things could get a bit tight in my apartment." "I'm not sure El would be happy if I brought the part to our house either." Not to worry, though: I had a feeling they stuck to the big homes that were out of our pay grade. This one seemed a bit smaller than last week's but fancier. We got inside, were greeted by the hosts, and exchanged our goodbye kiss without being reminded. It still felt like, well, kissing my sister, but this week I decided to loosen up a bit and have fun with the game. "Mmmm," she said afterward, "that's a kiss I could learn to like." This time it was me giving her ass a light slap. "Go," I said. "Have fun." Barb slipped off her shoes and pushed them under a chair, then hit the dance floor and immediately found a guy with whom she shared an interest. The evening's hostess came over to me and told me the basement had been converted into a small movie theatre, and suggested I choose any seat I wanted, Interlude: Barb Bob watched me dance for a few minutes, then the hostess told him something and he left the room. Well, his loss, because he missed what happened next. I don't know the name of the guy I was dancing with, but he seemed very interested in how much cleavage I had on display. So I loosened the dress's sash just a bit, to give him a better look. Well, it's hard to do that sort of thing with any precision while you're dancing, and the dress gaped open more than I'd intended. Almost all of one breast came into view, and then almost all of the other. And when I tried to fix it, still gyrating about, I ended up undoing the whole thing. The dress came completely unwrapped in the front, exposing me completely. There was no point trying to hold it together anymore, so I let it slip off of me, dancing now wearing nothing by my panties. (Good thing I'd decided to wear panties) There were women wearing this little dancing outside last week, and I knew that women could sometimes be seen wearing this little or less in full view of other guests, but I had a feeling that dancing this naked in the crowded, well-lit living room was unusual. At least based on the appreciative glances. And of course this led to some competitive behavior: one woman stripped off her blouse and tossed it to the side. And then the guy dancing with Geri, the woman I'd seen Bob fucking last week, grabbed the hem of her short dress and pulled it over her head – leaving her wearing a thong that was so tiny, I thought at first she was naked. And for all I knew, in another few minutes somebody might be: but Geri's partner took her by the hand and led her away from the dance area, presumably headed toward a bedroom. My partner seemed to have the same notion; but I wasn't sure he was somebody I wanted to fuck tonight – so I gave him a long, teasing kiss, told him I'd see him later, and walked away. The movie room was almost completely dark. The small amount of light reflecting off the big screen was just enough to make it possible to see the seats (about a dozen two-person couches scattered about) and to get to one of them without breaking more than one leg at a time. Most of the couches already had a man and a woman I them, and I suspected that most of the couples hadn't entered the room together, but had come together fairly randomly in the dark. Talk about a "blind date"! I spotted a woman sitting alone, and made my way over there to join her. If I had to guess, based on her silhouette, she was slim and small-busted and was wearing a very short skirt (or no skirt at all?). I never did find out for sure because just as I was getting close to her, another guy appeared from the opposite direction and took "my" place. Gotta be quicker next time, I thought, finding myself an empty couch. I figured I'd watch the movie for a while, and if nobody came to join me, I'd go back upstairs and dance or something. It's funny how quickly I'd become accustomed to the idea of casual, anonymous sex. But it's not as if these were strangers off the street, after all: they were all certified-healthy adults who's come here looking for the same thing. As if to illustrate the though, I suddenly became aware of a couple somewhere behind me, whose cuddling sounds had quickly morphed into groans. There were obviously fucking right here in the room, and loudly. And their moaning almost matched what was going on on the screen, softcore porn about three couple getting it on with one another in various ways and combinations. "Good Neighbor Samantha," I later found out it was called. It wasn't a bad film. If I'd been home alone watching it, I'd probably have taken Little Bob out of my pants by now and started stroking it. I'm sure nobody would know or care if I did that right here in this dark room – but what a waste that would be, with all the willing women around. And as if in response to that thought, a woman came into the room, seemed to look around for a moment, then made her way toward my couch. She sat next to me, and leaned into me as we watched the movie, We didn't speak, which apparently was the rule in this dark room: if you can't see who you're with, why spoil it by speaking? On the screen, a woman was lying on a deck chair with her legs spread, while her neighbor had his mouth planted in her pussy. I say "softcore" because you don't actually see her pussy, but it's clear that he's eating her out, and she's reacting as you might suspect. I put my arm around my couch-mate, and became immediately aware she wasn't wearing any sort of shirt. That was unexpected. I let my hand move down, until it was cupping her bare breast. "Mmmm," she said, and I suddenly felt a hand on my cock, tracing its length through my pants. I put my other hand on her lap, and started inching my way up. I could feel her spreading her legs, so I moved my hand to one of her inner thighs, and continued moving upward. Shouldn't I have reached a skirt by now? I thought after a few seconds. And then wondered whether she'd come into the room completely naked. But when I got to her pussy it was covered – by a tiny pair of panties, very wet. I pressed my fingers into the panties, pushing them into her pussy. She began vigorously stroking my cock. If she kept this up I was going to cum in my pants, so I stood up, pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles, and sat back down. She waved her panties in front of my face, giving me a good whiff of her pussy juices, to let me know she'd taken them off, them climbed onto my lap, facing me, pushing a breast into my mouth. Her pussy was pressed up against my hard cock, and I could feel the shaft getting slick. After I'd teased each of her nipples in turn with my tongue, she grabbed my cock lightly with her fist, raised up her body, and lowered herself onto my cock. She pushed down hard, and then began bouncing quickly on my lap, breathing heavily. I was groaning, trying very hard not to speak, as if it were a written rule. Somebody on the screen was having a loud orgasm as we fucked, and we were gradually getting just as loud. There was at least one other couple fucking on the floor, somewhat to the left of me. She pushed her mouth firmly against mine to muffle any cry as she came, shaking. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down, forcing my cock into her as deeply as possible, and held her there as I came. When I was done, she kissed the side of my neck softly, picked up her panties from the side of the couch, and put them on. It's a shame she didn't leave them behind, I thought with a smile: I could have done the whole Cinderella thing, tried to figure out who I'd just fucked by asking all the women to try on the panties. She was gone a moment later – well, she didn't have much to put on, did she? – but it took me a bit longer. There was also the matter of the mess: since she was on top, all the cum that had leaked out of her pussy, plus an impressive amount of her own juices, had pooled onto my lap and crotch area. And I had nothing to clean myself up with. So I ended up using my briefs, which I had to leave behind on the couch afterward (another item for the "lost clothing" box, I guess). Which is a shame because not only were they a fairly expensive pair (I wasn't going to wear ratty old boxers for this sort of party, after all), but I felt really self-conscious about walking back upstairs with my cock so clearly outlined by my pants. I know that sounds silly when so many people were in various states of undress, but still... As if reading my mind, when I got back to the living room, there was Geri, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of panties, having just apparently found her discarded dress. She noticed me entering the room, glanced down at my crotch and smiled, and shimmied into the dress. So I hadn't just fucked her last week, I thought. I'd fucked her tonight as well. "Bob, right?" I turned, and came face-to-face with a tall, curvy woman I knew I'd met last week. Her blouse was buttoned just hight enough to keep her legal. "Um..." I said. "Kelli." "Kelli. Right. Sorry." She laughed softly. "Don't worry about it. You're new, there are a lot of names to learn. And a lot of distractions. Having fun tonight?" "Definitely." "The party's at my place next week. I hope you and your wife will be able to make it." "You couldn't keep us away." I suddenly realized she'd been glancing down at my cock. "Hey," I said with a grin, "my face is up here." She laughed. "Now you know what it's like to be a woman. And... um... I guess I know what it's like to act like a man." "You sure don't look like one," I said. "Well, thanks for that," she said. She undid one more button on her blouse, showing nothing but skin between her breasts. "Feel free to look as much as you want." "In that case ..." I said, and undid another button. The blouse was open enough now to expose both nipples. "Naughty boy," Kelli said with a smile. She stroked my cock through my pants. "Bob," she said softly, "I can't fuck tonight. Bad timing, if you get my drift. But I can't leave you like that, especially since I made the problem worse." Without re-buttoning her blouse, she led me out to the deck. And when I say "deck," I'm talking about an area twice the size of my entire back yard. In the far corner there was a hot tub, and based on the people getting in and out, I could see that the dress code was briefs for men, and panties for women. Kelli saw what I was looking at. "I have one of those too," she said, "so try to remember your skivvies next week, okay?" She began undoing my pants. "But for now, it just makes things more convenient." As soon as she had my pants down to my knees, she took my hard cock into her mouth. She sucked for a few seconds, then let my cock go and said "Cunt." "Excuse me?" "I've tasted my own cunt juices on a guy's cock before. But never another woman's." "Is that a problem?" I asked. Please, God, have her say no; if she stops now, I'll never fit my cock back into my pants. "No," she said. "Just... strange." She thrust my cock back into her mouth, and began sucking with enthusiasm. It occurred me me that El was the only person who's ever sucked my cock until tonight. It'd been more than a decade since I had to wonder whether a woman swallowed. I doubted there'd be much of anything to swallow, though: I'd given what felt like a massive load to Geri (who'd given most of it back to my lap). I wasn't even sure I'd be able to cum again this soon. A few minutes into the blow job, another couple came walking by us, carrying all their clothing other than what they were going to wear in the hot tub. They didn't even pretend not to notice what we were doing, and gave us both smiles. (Well, I got even with them: I didn't even pretend not to look at her tits) And then I felt my balls tightening, and I came in Kelli's mouth. Whatever small amount of juice I had to offer, she sucked it down. She tucked my cock very carefully back in my pants. I did the zipping... just to be safe. "Next week," she said softly, "save your first fuck for me. Hostess's prerogative." "You got it," I said with a smile. I was standing there buttoning my shirt – Kelli had gone back into the house without bothering to button her blouse – when Barb came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Looks like you had a little more fun," she said. She'd obviously just been in the hot tub, because she was wearing only her panties, wet and almost transparent, and she was dripping all over the deck. She reached down and stroked my cock through my pants. "Look," she said with a big grin. "That thing never goes down, does it?" It felt good. It took me longer than it should have to remember this was my twin sister stroking me harder, and faster, bringing me close to cumming for the third time in less than an hour. "Barb, no," I finally said, pushing her hand from my crotch. He backed away as if she'd been slapped. "Seriously?" she asked. "Still?" "Still what?" I asked her. But instead of answering, she ran back to the hot tub. She looked like she was about to cry. I had no idea what was going on, but I certainly wasn't in the mood to play around any more. I walked out to the front of the house and sat alone on the hood of my car. About half an hour later Barb came out, her dress on, holding her dripping panties in her hand, and got into the car. We drove home in silence. Yes, there's a Chapter 3 coming...