3 comments/ 44804 views/ 8 favorites Sisters Indulgent Secret By: ThinkerLover Jessie and Karen were hardly sisters at all, as far as I was concerned. True, they shared parents and a home when they were young but they were never exactly friends like my own sisters were. I suppose that's why the events that transpired last Saturday morning were so shocking to me. "That's fucking obnoxious!" Karen had blurted out from the couch in the living room as Jessie sat at the table popping her gum. Despite nearly six years difference in their age, the two were mirror images of one another, with the exception that the younger sister, Jessie, had stepped out of an elongated and less fashion-trendy mirror. Her hair was long as were her string-like pasty white legs stretched along the bench of their dining room table. "What?" Said Jessie. Karen ignored her sister's blatantly irritating taunt with a roll of her eyes. I knew that an argument was coming on. "I'm here to protect you girls against pervs, not each other." I said, glancing to Karen with an empathetic wink. "I'm gonna go pee." I got up and left. Who am I? I am the guy has been after Karen for 15 years. Jessie was never exciting to me, since she was only 5 years old when I met Karen at a Youth Group at our Bible Church in downtown Seattle. Even at 19, after Jessie had officially "grown up", I found her pretty but impossible to be attracted to. As a friend of the family, I was frequently invited over for weekends, parties, and particularly, I was also the guard-on-duty when the parents left on their wild weekend getaways in Vancouver and worried about their daughters being alone in the house. It was on just such a trip that Karen had answered my question about a possibility for 'us'. "You're too close to me. I'm sorry, George. I just can't help it. You're like a brother to me." I was disappointed but it was not a new answer. Still, I thought "she means it, this time." As I escaped to the restroom, I thought about having a "fantasy morning" like I normally do on these trips. I was never prone to jack off except for at Karen's house, where the bathroom smelled so girly and there were pictures of her laid out on the wall, along with pictures of Jessie, almost always the two of them together, even though they annoyed the hell out of one another. Being the oldest, Karen has always felt that she was given a lot of undue responsibility toward her sister. When Karen went to study to become a registered nurse, Jessie started talking about Pre-Med. Similarly, when Karen changed to being called by her middle name, Alexis, Jessie began referring to herself as Andrea, the name of Karen's childhood imaginary friend. I knew that Jessie admired her sister and that's why she emulated her. But, in my heart I loved Karen. After pacing the floor for a moment, I considered pleasuring myself to a fantasy of Karen masturbating with a household object like a soda bottle or the handle of a rolling pin like I had seen in a porn movie that she and I had watched with our significant others on a long and wicked night of orgy pleasure, years ago. But I did not need to take out my cock to know - I was totally flaccid. Had her rejection really gotten to me? Surely I couldn't be like a brother to her, could I? A brother? I shuddered to think about it. There was no way I could ever fantasize about Karen, again. Karen and I had always been one another's escape from our bad relationships. We were more than friends and I just knew it. I unlocked the bathroom door and opened it quietly, not wanting to re-enter the living room during a sisterly quarrel if it could be avoided. "Why else does he spend so much time in there, then? Doing his hair?" I heard Jessie's voice. My heart stopped. Were they talking about me? "George doesn't masturbate, Jess, he can have any pussy that he wants. Besides, he probably went to the den to e-mail that stupid girl from Vermont." Said Karen. How untrue, I thought as I peered out through the crack of the bathroom door. The only pussy that I wanted was the one that didn't want me. There was a pause. "He does do it and I know it." Jessie said as she angrily turned a page on her magazine. Karen put her own magazine down and rolled her eyes. "How would you know something like that, Jess?" Jessie looked up from her own magazine and squinted right at me. I wondered if she saw me. She didn't. Then she whispered, "He did it while I was in the bathtub." I seriously thought that I might have a heart attack. It's true that the damned bathtub in their Seattle home was nearly impossible to detect anyone in. It was sunk into the floor and instead of a curtain, it was enclosed in a redwood wall with stained-glass windows. But it occurred to me that Karen would probably genuinely disbelieve her sister. Karen whispered, "When?" Shit. "The day before, yesterday." Jessie confirmed. "Why do you wanna know?" "Shut up and tell me what happened." Karen said somberly. Jess looked again. "He's doing it, right now. Look how long he's in there. He can go for a long time." Karen gave her the look of death, "Shut your mouth, Jess." But Jessie only stuck her tongue out. "He imagines your body naked and ripe for breeding." "Shut your mouth, Jess!" "Oh, come on, like you never do it." Karen gasped. "How dare you!" Jessie shrugged "Okay 'big sister', I'll be the first to admit it. He got me so hot, I started doing it, myself." Karen's tone suddenly became - soft. "What, like touching yourself?" "I was naked in a bathtub with a gorgeous guy blowing his load less than a yard away. Yeah, I really like George, okay? I think that you're wrong to tease him and then deny him a little fun like you do." Karen had no response to this: "I never play with myself, Jessica." Jessie rolled her eyes. "Any minute now he's going to come out of there. Send him away and we'll put Daddy's camera in there and you'll see. Next time he goes in there, use the remote to the camera and start recording." What do I do? I wondered. No time to panic. I stood and flushed the toilet and walked out. "Damn toilet keeps plugging up," I managed with a shaky voice. "I'm gonna go e-mail some people and go to the store. Text me if you need anything" I turned and walked away without looking to see their expressions. *** They hid the camera in the medicine cabinet with the door barely peeking open. After they had shut themselves into the bathroom to install their voyeuristic instrument, I snuck back into the living room and listened to their conversation as they started to talk about it. "Why does Dad always hide the stupid remote?" Said Jessie. "What do you mean he was jacking off?" Asked Karen, obviously disturbed. "I would think you were old enough to know this birds and the bees stuff, Karen." Karen rolled her eyes. "Did he like, say anything while he was sitting here?" "Oh, he was standing up, leaning against the wall and looking at you in these pictures." I couldn't help myself. Karen's Dad and I had made many home movies of their adventures as a family and I knew exactly where the video camera's remote was hidden. I ran to the garage and dug it out of the pantry. Softly walking back to the bathroom with the remote control in-hand, I hit record on the remote and tip-toed away. *** It was late that night as I sat with Mr. Olbermann's camcorder in the basement and hit the play button. The girls were asleep now, obviously disappointed that I never went into that bathroom for the rest of the day. I placed the headphones on and was pleasantly surprised when a picture came on. The tape started in the middle of Karen's question. "-you doing it, too?" Jessie answered: "It was hot. He has a decent-sized cock, a nice body and I've liked him for years. That's why." Karen's eyes diverted to the bathtub wooden walls where Jessie claims she peeked at my self-loving. "What were you doing?" Jessie laughed, "Oh, come on, Karen." Karen didn't laugh. That's when Jessie became concerned. "You just use your own hands, Karen, that's all. Then do what feels natural." Was this really happening? The girls avoided one another's eyes for a long moment before Jessie broke the silence. "Here, take your pants off." Karen's face was hard to read. She didn't react at all. "Listen, if you're not game for this, then stand up and walk out and go back to your magazine. If you are game, then stand up and take off your jeans. No words, - either you want me to show you or you don't." Karen stood up and turned toward the bathroom to leave. But she did not leave. She froze. Jessie also froze, their heartbeats palpable in the air. Electricity leapt from Jessie to her sister and reciprocated in soft, sensual curiosity. Jessie's long fingers reached out and gently took hold of Karen's arm in a loving way. All animosity between them seemed to melt away as shorter but older Karen shyly turned inward to her sometime nemesis and melted in her hand. Jessie leaned close to her sister's face. There was no shying away, no "what are you doing?" Just a moment of eye contact as Jessie reached out and held Karen by her other arm, also. Karen's lips parted ever so slightly and Jessie gently touched her soft lips to her sister's. The first kiss was romantic - even loving. The second was more passionate. Karen placed her own hands on Jessie's hips and pulled her slender and tall figure closer, tip-toeing in her little white socks to drink her love more deeply. Jessie reached down and unbuttoned Karen's jeans. The zipper descended and Jessie's fingers gently and tenderly grazed the surface of her sister's pelvis. In an instant Karen was on the toilet, Jessie peeling her tight jeans from her body and revealing the long, muscular legs that I had come to love. Those legs were so feminine and yet so strong, Her calves were shaped perfectly and culminated in the soft, white socks that kept her tiny feet warm in the Seattle mornings. I licked my lips as I watched, aware for the first time that I was watching this sisterly conquest with my mouth agape and penis fully erect, yearning to share in Jessie's love breakfast. "Take your panties off." Jessie ordered, Karen reluctantly obeyed. Beneath her panties was neatly waxed patch of brown hair. Jessie examined it carefully. "I could never get mine like that, Karen." "What do you mean?" She asked. "Mine are too wild, The're all over the place." Karen reached a long finger to the crest of her sister's shorts. "Show me." Jessie shrugged and obediently removed her shorts and panties in one swoop and proudly displayed her bald pussy to her sister. "You shave it all off?" asked Karen. "It feels so amazing, Karen. You really should try it." They admired one another's vulvae for a long time. Each taking a closer look at the other's. "Now, let's get some self-indulgence on." Said Jessie. Karen's head bowed, "I can't. My pussy's dry - I must be nervous" "Sure, you can, just get yourself going on something." Karen shrugged. "Like what?" Jessie knelt at the foot of the toilet, her naked legs folded on the cold hardwood floor. "Sit back and relax." "What will you do?" Jessie softly ran her long fingernails along the skin of Karen's inner thighs. First the left one... Then the right one... Karen's face became instantly red as the energy between her legs intensified. Karen bent her lips in and enjoyed the stroking sensation. "Oh my god." Jessie took of her top and her bra, exposing a Jesus cross around her neck that Karen had given her for Christmas. Karen smiled, "You still wear it?" Jessie smiled back. "Of course, it's from my beautiful sister." Karen's face became very sincere "You think I'm beautiful?" Jessie nodded. "And I want you to get wet for me." Without another word, she leaned in and extended her tongue to trace the folds of Karen's pussy, finding, fondling the clitoris with her warm, moist tongue. Karen's jaw dropped. Instinctively, she reached her hands out to her grasp her sister's curly hair and raised her stocking feet high into the air. Jessie's oral love-making became a tease, mixed between looking at her sister's face and returning to her sister's vulva with firm-but-shallow dives. Karen's head dropped back, her short hair parting and cascading down her neck and dangling over the small remnant of countertop that worked around to hang over the toilet. Her hair moved like satin flowing from a long branch that shuddered in the ecstasy of her sister's rushing passion. "Do you imagine George making love to you like this?" Karen asked. Jessie kissed the insides of Karen's thighs like a long-missed lover. "I fantasize of you making love to me like this." Karen looked confused. Jessie smiled at her with embarrassment. "It's the only way that I can get off." Karen's eyes were strangely understanding as she whispered. "Show me." My cock, hard and swollen with excitement, arched in my blue jeans, aching in passionate lust for this intimate moment of forbidden pleasure as Jessie's plain-jane head bobbed in and out of Karen's silky thighs, her hair unrolling onto the flat abdominal muscles of her sister's tummy, that reacted by contracting again and again, tugging tightly on Karen's legs as they reached higher and higher into the air. Karen moaned softly and her eyebrows cringed in agonizing ecstasy, her mouth drifting open as her soft voice burst from her bosom, heaving with breaths. Jessie's small breasts perked with hard nipples at their peaks, yearning to be rolled, sucked or pinched. She gave in and reached for her own breasts and sweetly massaged them in time with her sister's shuddering cries of orgasmic lovemaking. "Ah!" Karen cried out in delicious pleasure. "Oh, god, don't stop! Ah!" Jessie ground her lips deep into Karen's labia as juices coursed out onto her face, her tongue diving in shallow but aggressive caresses on her sister's soft sex. This continued for a long time as I found myself growing harder and harder, my body shivering with the need to ejaculate. As I watched Karen's face, I could feel all of my fantasies coming alive. As her breathing faltered, I thought she would scream my name. As Jessie licked and bit and teased her sister's pussy into blood-pumping submission, I was increasingly jealous. "Jesus! Oh, Jesus! I'm going to cum!" Karen suddenly erupted in sacrilegious praise of her sister's sinful gift. "Make me wetter, Jess. Please, oh, please! Ah! Oh, God! I'm cumming!" She cried out again and again as Jessie fingered own her nipples and dug her face harder and faster into Karen's pussy. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ah! Ah! Ohhhhh!" Karen basked in her orgasm. Those short but sexy legs of Karen's bobbed independent of her own control in the earth-shattering aftermath of her orgasm. Jessie looked into her sister's eyes with a wicked grin. "My turn." Karen smiled back and laughed, her mouth aghast from her. And the tape shut off. *** Jessie helped me to load my bags into the back of my Jeep as I got ready to leave. Things had become uncomfortable between the two of us, though she couldn't possibly have known why. I couldn't see her, anymore, as the shy young girl that I had once known. She was a woman, now at only 19 years of age. And she was a woman who loved the woman that I had loved for more than a decade. "Gosh, you got enough crap?" Se asked jokingly - unaware of the damning evidence that I did have included among my duffle bag of 'crap'. I smiled. She smiled back, though awkwardly. "I'll miss this place." I said. "You call her a 'place', now?" Jessie asked - a little too directly. I dug for the keys in my pocket nervously. "Not Karen, no." Her eyes betrayed her - she was stunned at the thought that I might know something about her secret. I smiled innocently. "I should go, Jess." She didn't say anything as she stepped back from the Jeep and looked around confusedly. I got in the Jeep ad turned it over. An hour later, at the parking lot of a coffee shop in Seattle, I sat in my Jeep, staring at my cell-phone. Mustering up the courage, I thumbed in a speed-dial contact. "Uh. Hello?" Answered Jessica's voice. I said nothing while my courage tried its best to build itself up. "George?" she asked. I cleared my throat. "Do you wanna get some coffee?" Sisters Indulgent Secret Ch. 02 Author's Note: This is a continuation of the story "Sisters' Indulgent Secret". While it can be read from this point, I highly recommend reading the prequel, also, for an even better understanding of Karen and Jessie and their relationship with George. * "Poop!" Cried two-year-old Grady as he raced around my living room sofa, Jessie running in hot pursuit. "Poop! Poop! Poop!" "Baby, stop!" His mother shouted as she panted with exasperation. I turned up the TV to compete with my wife's increased volume. Frustrated, Jessie stopped in her tracks and blocked the television directly. But I did not tell her to move. I knew another lecture was coming. No matter, I thought. Why should tonight be any different? But I didn't say anything. We didn't say things, anymore. "George, I'm not gonna get angry," she lied. I rolled my eyes but remained silent. "Hello!" Jessie shouted as Grady started to yank plugs from a surge protector in the dining room. "Houston to George! Come in, George! Your child is trying to kill himself!" I tipped my head back. "Grady, don't kill yourself, buddy. Word?" "...Werr..." said Grady, who abruptly dropped the power strip and began a slow-but-happy saunter back to the couch. It wasn't really the fact that Grady didn't listen to his Mommy that got on her nerves, nor that he so readily obeyed me. It was my attitude about it. And about everything in our marriage. Later, I would tell her that I didn't know what the hell she was talking about - that I wasn't angry with her. I could lie, too. "Got your footies on?" I asked Grady as he jumped onto the sofa next to me. "Fooeys-onn." He said calmly as he dug in next to me, bobbing his stocking feet in gleeful acknowledgement. Jessie put her hands on her narrow hips. "Uh-uh, Mister. Bed." Grady paid no attention to her. Neither did I. It wasn't that it made me feel more like a man when I treated Jessie this way. It was that I literally had run out of ways to keep the peace. If she was hell-bent on making me as miserable as she was, there was little that I could do. Five years of marriage had taught me to roll my shoulders and bear my punishments when the mood struck her. Jessie's eyes told the whole story. Whatever tenderness I might have salvaged from this evening was now gone. I kissed my son's sweaty head. "Grady, go hit the sack, home-slice." *** I laid on the same sofa four hours later, my house dark except for the blue-tinted light from the muted soft-core channel that had become my only friend and lover. Though my eyes were closed, I was not asleep and I knew that Jessie was standing over me, watching me pretend. We did this, every night. I would pretend that I was asleep and Jessie would come down in her homely nightgown and just look at me. What she was thinking, I had no idea. And I was confident that I never would know, because she would never say anything. "George," she said, her voice soft and gentle like I remember it from our courtship years ago, "what happened to us?" I opened my eyes. She was beautiful - her straight brown hair cascading down to her shoulders and her clean face had a pure, creamy white complexion through which her emerald eyes looked down at me with cold and empty exhaustion. She was emotionally drained and there was nothing that I could do. The silence was long and uncomfortable. "We let it get away from us, didn't we?" she asked. I nodded. There were so many things that I wanted to tell her. I wanted to say that I liked being with her even when we were fighting - that I couldn't imagine my life without her. But then what? These conversations always turned into more things that I should be doing and had nothing to do with her behavior. But I did love her. "Say something, George." "What do you want me to say?" I asked. "That you still love me," was her honest reply. I swallowed hard, "I do." "Say it." She folded her arms in front of her breasts. I shook my head. "Jess, sweetheart, it wouldn't kill you to be the first to say it, once in a while." Her face cringed in frustration. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I shrugged. "I didn't lose it. That's what it means. We lost it, but it's not my fault." "When did you start feeling like this?" I let go a long sigh. "When you started thinking of someone else while I made love to you. Missing someone else." Her heart seemed to skip several beats. She had never known that I had a videotape locked away in a shoebox in the garage with a secret that she had unknowingly shared with me for years. She didn't know that I knew about her rapture with her sister, Karen, five years ago. I pretended that Christmas and Easter at her parents' house wasn't awkward with the strange glances between the two of them. The unspoken exchanges that said "I miss you." Then there were the drawn-out hugs and pecks on the cheek. I knew that when she put her lips to mine, she wished they were someone else's. "George, I don't know where you come up with this shit." Reluctantly, I stood up and approached her, her arms still defiantly crossed over her bosom. Her jaw locked and her lips frowned in her resistance to my intimacy. "Kiss me, Jessica," I said. She didn't move for a moment. She was fighting it. She was confused and lonely and I wanted to be there for her. But she had to meet me halfway. I couldn't be the only initiator. She did nothing. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I love you, Jessica. I want you to love me. I want you to make love to me. I want you to be my wife, again. I want to feel your love wrap around me like it did that first night that we got coffee and made out in the Jeep. I miss the girl that liked it in the ass in public bathrooms." "Oh, George, shut up." I shrugged. "We haven't had sex in 6 months, Jess. People wind up separated with periods like that." She became furious, her volume decreasing as her intensity rose. "You know that I lost a lot of my sex drive after Grady was born." "Bullshit." I fumed. "Total bullshit, Jess. Don't blame it on the baby, that's a total cop-out and besides, that was two years, ago! You love someone else, why can't you just admit it?" She yelled back. "Because it isn't true!" Upstairs, Grady began to whimper through our paper-thin walls. "Jesus Christ!" she whispered angrily. "You made me wake up Grady." I shook my head. "You always blame it on me, don't you?" Her eyes narrowed. "Fuck you, George." "Or something." I retorted. "Fuck you!" She shouted with angry tears welling in her emerald eyes. She turned toward the stairs to go back to our bedroom that was her exile. "Or at least suck me off or something, you used to like that." I angrily shot back. "I hate you!" She said. "You said that you liked to taste me, that you like to feel me fill you up." "Shut your goddamn mouth, George, I'm warning you!" I dropped my angry man routine and let it go. All of my frustration with her seemed to fall to the floor. "I'm tired of fighting with you, anymore, Jessie. If you won't love me back, then just say what it is that you do want." The tears flowed quickly and overrun her cheeks. Why couldn't she just say that she didn't want this, anymore? "Just say it, Jess." I said, calmly. "Just say what you feel, baby. I won't be mad, anymore, no matter what it is." She wiped the tears from her face and did her best impersonation of a brave woman as she rose up to her full height. "I want a divorce," she said. I sighed. I turned away. I sank onto the same impression that I had made on this couch every night for six months. "Fine," I said. *** Three days, later we had still made no phone calls for lawyers. We had not spoken more than three words to one another. And none of them were the three words that we wanted from one another. And for three nights, I woke up on the couch at two o'clock in the morning and found the cordless phone missing and its line occupied. Just like my wife, I thought at half-past-two. Even when she calls Karen to bitch about me, she has to skimp on her damn precious cellular minutes. For fifteen years before Jessie and I fell in love, I had loved her sister from my comfortable place as the family friend. He parents loved me and wanted me as a son. Her extended family had welcomed me into their homes and lives and I had basked in the beauty of being a part of their family. A new family, besides my own. It wasn't until Karen had said that I was like a brother to her that I could no longer fantasize about having her naked body on mine. I couldn't love her the same, anymore. Then she and Jessie had set up a video camera in the family bathroom in their parent's house in Seattle to settle a bet that I used to masturbate in there - which I did - but I always chuckled to think of how the plan had backfired on them and caught their Sapphic experiment on tape though neither of them knew it, still. Wait a minute, I thought as this thought occurred to me. I had never considered that these late-night phone calls to bitch about me could have been made during the day while I was at work and Grady was at Pre-school. Why late-night calls? Why always at the same time? *** It had been a long time since I'd used this phone that was in the infamous "Goodwill pile" in the garage. A plain telephone that used to sit in my office before I started managing everything on my BlackBerry. I had quickly unscrewed the microphone end and by-passed the wires to make it a silent phone. Then I had set up the phone from a jack in the den and closed the door. As a last-minute modification, I unscrewed the phone cover and removed the speakerphone mic. Just in case. My heart already racing, I unjacked the phone itself and lifted the receiver. I cradled the handset in my neck and jacked in the telephone, silently connecting myself to my wife's "house-line". I listened to a long moment of nothing. Then faint breathing and nothing else. Whose breathing was it? "...oh, god..." came one soft whisper amid heavy breathing. I knew it! I thought. It was Karen. I knew there was something still there. "...it feels so sweet, so soft..." I heard. Was Karen really calling my wife to get off with her? For a moment I imagined Karen pleasuring herself like she claimed that she did not know how to do. Then came a voice that was not whispering, at all: "what are you doing now, sweetie?" It was Karen's voice! Of course! Her husband was deployed and so she didn't have to whisper in her house. That meant that the voice that was making sweet self-loving was Jess. "....mmmmm... I'm taking my panties off..." "Where are you putting them?" "....on the nightstand..." "What do they look like?" "...just...normal granny-panties, I guess..." "What color are they?" "...cream and red stripes..." "Do you remember what I taste like?" My heart raced as I sank back in my den-chair. There was no amount of porn in the world that could arouse my forgotten passion like this did. "...yes....I remember...mmm..." "Can you taste me, right now?" "....I...wish...." "I want you to taste me. I want you to describe it to me. Make me take my panties off, too." I couldn't help myself. I needed to be hands-free. I hit the speakerphone button on the phone and the conversation became barely audible through the small speaker. "What was that?" I heard Karen say. "....what?" my wife whispered. "That sound?" Shit! I held my breath. "...my vibrator..." Jessie said. I sighed with relief. "...what should I say?" asked Jess. "Tell me the things that I want to hear about my pussy." "...how would I know that, sis?" Karen paused before answering: "tell me what you wish George would tell you about yours." My throat pulsated with the arousal of my heart. Turning my desk lamp on, I rose and closed the blinds to the back yard, shutting myself in to total privacy. I removed the picture of Karen and Jessie that I had taken on our last camping trip from the bookshelf and placed it in front of me on the desk. Suddenly, I could remember why I had always thought that Karen was so beautiful. "...I'm remembering the way that the soft skin on your abs felt on my nose..." my wife said, "...the way that your silky thigh brushed my cheek..." "Jessie, don't stop. I miss you so much." "...I remember your face the first time that I ran my tongue over the lips of your vag..." By this point, I had a full erection. I untied my sweatpants' drawstring and sat in my boxers, enjoying a full hard-on aching for some slick pussy to squeeze it. "Mmm. I remember it so well, sis," said Karen. "Your hair descending onto my belly, tickling my skin, making my heart race like it is, right now." There was a long moment broken only by brief spouts of heavy breathing. "...I love you, Karen..." There was a long pause and sniffles from both sides of the line. "...I love you back, Jessica..." my sister whispered through her own sobs. "Tell me about my pussy..." "...your tiny little pubes tickled my lips..." Karen moaned softly. "... and when you started to cum, your pussy filled with softness. I can remember how you became instantly tight and my tongue was completely enveloped in your sexiness... " "Oh, God, Jessie." "...I loved it when your juices squirted onto my face when I would tease your clit with it..." ".... Mmmm...hold on..." "...are you going to do it for me?" asked Jessie. "Ask me for it." Ordered her sister. "...I want to hear it..." answered Jessie. The line was populated with a series of clicks as the phone was rearranged to Karen's sex. Distinctly, among the rubbing friction that ensued, I could hear her juices kissing the earpiece with her vaginal lips as Jessie entertained her fantasy from the other side of the line. My penis stood straight and thick in proud attention of the lovemaking. As I imagined Karen's adulterous activity, I couldn't help but help myself. I was often complimented in college for the girth of my member. Moderate length notwithstanding, I was known to give a woman pleasure when I was available. Faintly in the background of her phone's penetration, I heard Karen cry for my wife's love in shuddering pants and whispers of ecstasy. "....oh, god... oh, god...oh my god..." Jessie muttered under her breath as she thought that no one could hear her, anymore. Her redundant exclamations became more rapid as she pleasured herself to the sound of Karen's sweet love-friction, now drowned in the erotic sound of liquid sloshing. Behind the friction, Karen cried out: "...ha...ha...ha!...Ah!....ooh...Oh, God!...Oh, my god!...Oh my god!" The two of them had lost all manner of eloquence with their comfortable lovemaking. Nonetheless, I could see them both so clearly in their photograph, smiling as they pressed their faces to one another in what would seem to be innocent sisterly affection. As I listened to their voices, I knew - this was lovemaking that Jess and I had never shared. This was the kind of sex that she and I would probably never have. "....are you still going, Jess?" Jessie's panting said it all. "...I c-cant... can't...Dammit, George!" "Never mind, George, baby. Think about me. Focus." There was a long and uncomfortable silence. "...there it is...." Jess whispered. Her breath shuddered softly and rapidly. I could so clearly see in my minds eye how my beautiful wife was laid out on the bed in the room that was our love sanctuary - the room where our son was conceived. Where our promises to be together forever were made between hot bursts of fleshy grinding and moaning and screams for more. "Fuck me, Karen." She ordered. "I've got my finger on my g-spot, now. I'm going to cum again for you, Jessie. "...help me....help me..." said Jessie. "I'm raising my feet in the air right now. These are the legs that George used to think were so hot..." "...they're gorgeous..." said Jessie. "Yes, they are." I said as my testicles began to gather and I had to breathe slowly to keep myself from finishing too early. "My pussy is so wet. Oh, god, Jessie." Jessie moaned in ecstasy. "Yes, baby...cum for me..." Karen answered in her own satisfaction: "Oh my God! Jess - Jess - Jessie!!!" "....oh, god! .... I .... Ah!.... I love you..." came my wife's gentle reply. "Cum for me!" "...I love you... I love you... love my girl....my girl... ah! Ah!" Karen cried out and I could almost see the tears of ecstasy streaming from her beautiful eyes. "That's it! Ah! Oooohhh... I'm....I'm gonna cum all over!....Ah!Ah! Ah!" "...Oh, Jesus..." My wife culminated in a beautiful orgasm of her own. As she quietly writhed in ecstasy, I felt myself climax. This time I let it happen, letting my head sink back and enjoy it. Sweet love spouted from my body in coursing physical messiness. "...I love you, Karen..." "...I love you, Jessie..." And then Jessie started to cry. "What do you want me to do, Jess?" Jessie sniffled: "...Tell me why George should want me, anymore..." "Because you're beautiful, Jess. Because you're a good mother. Because you have so much passion in you. George can't lose you." "...what if he can?" "...Then you come out here and be with me." Answered Karen. "You have a husband of your own, Karen." "He won't mind." My heart broke for my wife as I overheard her conversation. "Liar. Maybe I'm the one who needs to be apart." "...Maybe. But, you've got to be brave. No matter what. I love you." "I love you." There were two soft clicks and the line was dead. And I was alone, again. *** "This is a bad idea, George." The voice of Felicia Dewcox, our lawyer. "That's a matter of how you look at it," I answered. My wife looked up at me with eyes filled with confusion. "George, I can get my own job. I've been registered to work as a nurse for years." "And you should, it helps you to get out of the house and have some way of contributing. And the money's great." I answered softly. "I just want to help you. The apartment that I got is small but it's in a good part of town. I'll have everything that I need when Grady comes over. I don't need the rest of this money. I earned it for you and for Grady. You two should have it." Felicia's eyes were stunned as she put down 61% of my income as alimony and Child Support. "Why are you doing this?" Jessie asked. I looked at her with eyes filled with compassion. "No matter what happens to us, you'll always be my girl. I made a promise to take care of you. And I'm going to keep it." Felicia interjected, again. "You know, you can put the standard amount of alimony down and give Jessica extra whenever just as a supplemental payment." I turned to the lawyer in frustration. "Why are you being difficult? Just do what I'm telling you to do." "Fine." Felicia said. "And now custody..." Jessie nodded. "George and I have agreed that Grady will stay with him on the weekend so that he doesn't miss any Pre-school." I interjected. "I want Grady from Friday morning to Monday evening." "What?" Jessie asked. "I want you to have time to yourself. Time to go and see - you know, family and whatever." Jessie's mouth became stern as she started to boil. "Grady has Pre-school." "I'll take him to Pre-school." I answered. "It's across town." She shot back. "I'll get him up early." I answered. "You have work, George!" "I'll take time off of work, Jessica!" "Stop doing this! Stop being nice to me!" "No!" She spouted and steamed and stammered. "Well, why the fuck not?" "Because I still fucking love you!" I said. And then silence. "This is what we wanted, George." Said the woman who was still my wife - through grit teeth. Sisters Indulgent Secret Ch. 02 I drew in a deep breath. "This is what you wanted, Jessie." *** Standing in a secluded part of the office building where Felicia's firm had their offices, Jessie and I looked into one another's eyes. We were still wearing our wedding bands and we still hadn't signed any papers. "So, what now?" She asked. I shrugged. "Well, we can't very well pretend that it hasn't happened. We just move on, our marriage is on the rocks and it will get better." "Or we go back in there and do what we came here to do." I wanted to burst out at her. I wanted to say something about how much I knew. But I couldn't. "I'll do it if you want me to." I answered. "But you have to tell me to do it." "Don't put responsibility for this all on my shoulders, George." "I have to. I don't want this." I slowly approached her. I placed my hands on her elbows and gently ran my fingers up to her shoulders. "I want to take care of Grady on long weekends while you get a break." Her eyes narrowed but she only listened. "I know that you need time to yourself." I said. "I think it can save us. You and me, Jessie. That's worth saving." Tears welled in her eyes and cascaded down her beautiful face, smearing her mascara and making her chin tremble. Our lips touched for a moment. *** Twenty minutes later, we were kissing in the harshly lit fluorescents of the men's room, a chair rigged to block the handle of the door. Jessie smiled as we held one another. "I have a secret." She whispered. Before I knew what I was saying, my lips responded in my behalf. "I know." She nodded and touched her nose to mine the way that she used to when we were dating. "I know you know." What? From her purse on the counter, she produced a miniDV tape that was all too familiar to me. "I've known for years." Words cannot express the shock that descended over me like a tidal wave. There was a knock on the door. "Is anyone in there?" Jessie turned her head and called out, "We need help! We can't get out!" What was she doing! "I'll call a locksmith, right away!" came the muffled voice of our Good Samaritan. Smiling coyly, my wife turned around and unbuttoned her skirt. As she bent to let it fall to the ground, her ass rubbed erotically against my cock. She looked up at me in the mirror, placing her hands on the countertop. "For old-times' sake." I laughed. "Get busy, big boy. I'd hate to get caught and have my good name ruined." I smiled as I looked at her beautiful green eyes staring up at me. "I love you." She winked. "Show me."