9 comments/ 41041 views/ 58 favorites The Scarlett Letter By: BrettJ My wife Angel handed me the letter and her look spoke several volumes. "If you can make it through this letter without your heart breaking, you're a lot tougher than I am, Adam," she said to me. My sister had recently written us a long and heartfelt letter telling us about her situation. I'd been busy and had not yet had time to read it. Angel made me promise I'd get to it when my latest case finished, which had been yesterday. We'd gone out to celebrate my latest win and the fact that I had finally made partner. Now things would be so much better for the both of us and we could even talk of starting a family. At 28, Angel was becoming a little antsy over being a mom, although we had lots of time. My sister Scarlett had been living for the past 7 years with my aunt and uncle in Kansas. Our parents had been suddenly taken from our lives several years ago by a drunk driver. The prosecuting attorney had been so fabulous that I had switched careers in mid-stream and forsaken medicine for the law. Honestly, the only good thing about Med School was the fact I met a sexy brunette named Angel and wisely put a ring on her finger. I'm the sensible and practical one in our family while Angel is the dreamer. Sometimes she reminds me that I need to dream, too. I started to read the letter and my eyes were welling up. I may be pragmatic but it doesn't mean I'm not caring or concerned. "We have to do something," I said to my wife as I handed the letter back to her. "She's going to wither away in that stagnant environment." Angel agreed. My aunt and uncle, my father's family, are kind people, but they're not much on dreams. Scarlett and my wife are a lot alike, they want to grab life and shake out all that they can. My kid sister was only 13 the last time I saw her, although we talked on the phone several times and texted and used the Internet a lot. Selfishly, I had put my career and marriage ahead of the rest of my family. Scarlett, I incorrectly assumed, had not needed a big brother. I now saw that she needed me far more than I ever could have imagined and it was time for me to pay the piper. Kansas, no, California, yes. It's odd because you would think that being an attorney; I would have a way with words and speeches. Yet it was Angel who was able to convince my relatives to let Scarlett come to "visit" us for a summer. As she would turn 18 while staying here, she wouldn't have to go back if she didn't want to - and I hoped she wouldn't want to. I thought it might be nice to have family around me once more, a reminder of happier times. As for my wife, I thought that she might be happier having a sister to confide in. I adore my wife, but some other women are threatened by her. Why? Because Angel is porn-star beautiful, slender and gorgeous and the men flock to her. So do some of the women. Angel, being a natural flirt, just basks in all of the attention. She soaks it up like a sponge. A lot of the women who pay attention with her want to sleep with her. They're either bi-sexual or looking to dip their toes into the water for the first time. Angel, being Angel, is more than happy to accommodate their requests. No, I'm not threatened by it. When we got married a few years ago, Angel promised she'd never cheat on me and she's stood by that. I know about every woman she has ever slept with, before and after our marriage. It's not cheating if you know about it and don't have any problems with it. Angel's GG experiences have made her better in bed and the stories sure fuel our sex life. No, we don't share. I don't place that burden on my wife. I get more than my share, I just happened to marry a woman with the sex drive of a true slut. Angel would not be offended by that, by the way. My honey of a wife could fuck all day and still want more. She gets all that I'm capable of giving her. If she needs more or if I'm tied up in a big case, she has one-night stands with one of those formerly "straight" women or calls one of her friends, like Ginger or Vicki. My wife has excellent taste in women; both those particular young ladies are able to scratch her itch. Has my wife ever offered me a threesome? Of course, she isn't selfish. She's also made it more than clear that if I ever want a fling of my own, I'm more than welcome to indulge my desires. Ginger and Vicki have both made it clear they find my 6'4", dark-haired lawyer self appealing. There are several legal secretaries at Morrison / Whitney - sorry, make that Morrison / Whitney / Baum - that would offer themselves up to me on a platter, no favors expected. I just don't have the time or energy needed to conduct an affair. Or, at least, I didn't. I don't want to get ahead of myself. When Angel got off the phone, there were literally tears in her eyes. "That poor little sweetheart," she sniffed. "All that we are doing is offering her a new place to stay; you'd think we were promising her the moon. She actually felt guilty - guilty - about leaving your aunt and uncle, not wanting to `abandon' them. Is it okay with you, my handsome and wonderful husband, if I spoil your sister rotten while she's here?" "Spoil away, babe," I smiled, perusing Scarlett's letter a second time. It really did make you want to weep. She didn't fit in where she was living; she needed a social life and an adventure. My relatives likely kept her busy, but she needed to get out and live, maybe find a boyfriend and have someone like Angel to bring her out of her shell. If I knew my wife, she'd become both best friend and mentor to my scrawny, ginger-haired sibling. Scarlett took after our Irish mom and I thought I might be hard - just the teeniest bit - having her here. My dad was my best friend and I miss him every day, but I idolized my mom. She made her kids believe they could achieve anything. Okay, it was up to me to instill that belief in Scarlett. I was ready to be her older brother again and I didn't even have to do a thing. Before we'd even finished breakfast the next morning, Angel had Scarlett's flight all arranged and sent her a few dollars for any unforeseen expenses. My secretary wanted to know why I was so "ebullient" the next morning (Janine loves big words). When I told her, I think I shocked her. "I never even knew that my boss-man had a little sister," she said with a gasp. "Tell me about her." I tried but I fell far short and was embarrassed for myself. I realized that I hadn't been the best big brother I could have been. I was too busy with my career - two careers, of course - to be there when I should have been. Angel had kept up most of the family stuff. I realized again that my wife was aptly named and promised to do better - by both of them. I adored my wife and I needed to tell her that more often and show it more often. I had Janine order a dozen roses and a good bottle of Dom and send both to my home. I also vowed to spend time with Scarlett and let Angel take her shopping. I figured the poor, scrawny little thing might be in need of a makeover. Janine was beaming at me as she made the phone calls. "I work for a good guy," she told me as I pored through case files. I was going to be a better guy, but I still had to earn a living. I wanted to be there to pick up my sister at the airport, but I had an appointment in court. Being a partner is wonderful and I'm grateful, but I'm still low man on the proverbial totem pole. My firm also bills me out as a consultant at an ungodly rate and I give the state their money's worth. Even trying to be succinct, I still didn't make it home before 6 PM. I opened the door, saw the roses and heard peals of laughter. Ah, my wife and the munchkin were getting along ... ... well? I know that I should feel weird about what I'm about to confess, but I don't. My kid sister was still a kid ... barely. She was tiny in stature at about 5'5" but the rest of her - this was no little kid. She now had a few curves in all of the right places, a nice perky set of boobs and a great little ass, showcased in cut-offs. Her eyes were the same stellar emerald-isle green as our mom's had been and she had the same smile. Scarlett practically ran into my arms and almost knocked me off of my feet with a hug that took my breath away. I know she was crying and so was I. "Thank you, thank you for getting me out of there," she sniffed. "Even if it is only for the summer." "You didn't tell her?" "You're the big brother-benefactor, I thought it was your place to tell her," Angel said, sticking out her tongue impishly. She knew darned well I'd likely be a bit sheepish about breaking the news to Scarlett. Sensibly, I went into "lawyer mode" as I pried my sexy kid sister free. "You're going to be 18 in a few days," I told her. "In the eyes of the law, you can live wherever you like. If you find you like it here in this big old mausoleum ..." our house has 6 bedrooms "... you can stay here for as long as you like." I'm sure that Scarlett thought she had won the lottery. "I'm like, never, going to want to leave!" She laughed, already sounding like a Californian. She scrunched up her nose. "Yuck, I'm going to have to like, go back for my stuff!" She said as she flopped on the couch. "You didn't TELL her?" I repeated my earlier statement. "I wanted the two of us to do it together, darling," Angel responded in the tone she uses when annoyed with me. "Besides, we've only been home an hour. YOU can certainly tell her our plans." "Hey, you guys, I'm a big girl now," Scarlett giggled. "You two wanna stop beating around the bush and clue me in as to what the fuck you're talking about?" Scarlett's profanity did catch me off-guard for a moment, but I had to remember that she was only a few days shy of 18 and had likely used it before. "Okay kid ..." that earned a scowl "... you don't have to go back to Kansas, unless it's for a visit to our family or some of your friends. We can have whatever you want shipped her and Angel's taken a few days off, she's going to take you shopping for whatever you want and might need." "Whatever I want?" Scarlett laughed with glee and clapped her hands together. "Aren't you afraid that I might max out your credit cards?" "It's only money," I smiled, seeing the delighted look on Scarlett's pretty face. "Besides, I married a woman who earns nearly as much as I do." "Really? I thought you were a nurse?" Scarlett questioned my wife. "I work part-time at the hospital, to keep a hand in," Angel laughed. "But a chance encounter with a celebrity patient a year or so back led me to a much more lucrative career." "Really?" Angel was almost busting at the seams to tell my baby sister her secret. "Yep," she grinned. "I work as a personal shopper for a few busy celebrities ... the type that never have enough time to manage their schedules. So I know all of the best stores and I can get us both some terrific stuff at discounted prices. What do you say, kid ... want to go shopping with your big sister?" I noticed the word "kid" did not evoke a scowl this time and in fact, she gave my wife almost as large a hug as I had gotten. Scarlett didn't seem able to speak for a bit and that was okay. I was a bit choked up myself as I went outside to our spacious back yard to grill some steaks. I had to confess, I didn't quite know what to make of the sexy teenager who was going to be living with us. My brain couldn't quite reconcile the now-sexy Scarlett with the scrawny little nothing I had left behind some years earlier. I heard the patio door slide open and my wife joined me outside wearing one of her more risqué bikinis. I keep having to remind myself that I didn't marry a porn star, although a few of her "celebrity" clients were in that business. Angel had wisely omitted how she had gotten her new job off the ground - with a steamy, in-hospital encounter that had nearly cost her the nursing career she had worked hard to achieve. "Bet I know what you're thinking!" "In that skimpy, silver-Lycra thing, I'm sure you do!" I shot back. "No, not that," Angel said, slapping me on the wrist. "I was talking about Scarlett." "My kid sister?" I asked in puzzlement. "Yeah, it's going to be great having her around. You two sure hit it off." Angel was giving me that "you're a big dummy" look. "What?" I asked again. "You're shitting me, you've got to be," Angel responded. "Either that or you're in denial." "About what?" My wife rolled her gorgeous brown eyes as she stretched out in one of our deck chairs. "You're in denial or obtuse. You know that you can't lie to me, remember?" That was true. Early in our relationship, she had asked me outright if I had ever thought about fucking her gorgeous blonde friend, Ginger. I had done the diplomatic thing and lied - and gotten caught. This time though, I was clueless and not lying about a thing. "What are you talking about? What about Scarlett?" "Your sister - you want to fuck her." "Don't be ..." My hand flew to my mouth. She was right. It was one of the reasons I had been a bit uncomfortable a few minutes ago. All I had been able to think about was how hot and sexy Scarlett had become. If she hadn't been my sister, I would finally have succumbed to Angel's proposition and taken a tumble with Scarlett. "Oh God, you're right," I said, sitting down so I wouldn't fall down. "I - I can't, she is my sister and ..." "NO `and' ... babe, I'm fine with it. I don't blame you, she's a little cutie. If you want to make a move, I won't stop you," Angel suggested. "But, the incest ..." "You should know me well enough by now to know I don't give a shit about that," Angel answered. "Okay, let's say this ... if she comes on to you - and I think she will - if you think you can deal with it, I say GO for it." "Yeah, but ..." "STOP it! You need an adventure and so does she. Get this, babe ... I'm going to flirt with her when we go shopping. If she even nibbles, I'm going to set something up. I wouldn't mind a piece of that action, but my gorgeous hubby gets to go there first," Angel smiled slyly. I found it hard to wrap my head around this. My sister had not yet been here a full day and here was my wife talking about us sleeping with her! The images of Angel and Scarlett tangled up together flitted through my mind and my cock twitched. I knew that desire was going to win out over morality. I promised myself that if Scarlett made no moves, I'd keep my distance. Fantasies cost nothing. Angel was still smiling as Scarlett joined us by the pool. "Oh wow, what a great pool!" She gushed. Turning to my wife, she asked "Can we get me some cute bikinis so that I can go swimming?" Angel's near-demonic smile had me squirming because I was certain Scarlett's bikini-clad form would be a horrific temptation to my poor libido. The two women were on their way to becoming fast friends. I don't remember much of what I said to them. I was in a daze as I wondered just what the hell I had gotten myself into. I stayed up and watched a bit of television while my girls got acquainted. Scarlett crashed a bit before midnight, exhausted from her first hectic day. I was thinking about watching some late-night television when I heard my wife calling my name. I knew that tone and almost raced up the stairs, knowing what to expect. Oh yeah, I was right. Wearing a turquoise silk teddy, my slender brunette wife was a wild woman. She almost tackled me to the bed and wrapped herself around me like some sensual animal. Her tongue shot into my mouth and her hands were all over me as she raced to get me undressed. "Scarlett will ..." I tried to caution her, but my entreaties fell on deaf ears. Despite my sister being down the hall ... or was it because of that ... Angel took full and complete control of our sex that night. I'm not one of those macho idiots who need to call the shots. When Angel is like that, she's an uninhibited fucking machine. I let my sexy wildcat do whatever the hell she wanted to me and just tried my best to keep up. My poor cock was going to get one incredible fuck and I thanked God the next morning was Saturday. Angel loves to tease and she kept the lingerie on for a good, long while. My wife has more sexy underwear than several boutiques. In the silk and expensive (Jimmy Choo, I think) heels, Angel made love to me as if I was her boy-toy. I got a great blowjob and lots of massage before I was expected to give back. I know all my wife's spots (Vicki and Ginger once spent an hour giving me some tips) and I had her squirming, her fists pounding the bed. I made her cum a few times before she climbed on top of me and fucked my brains out. We spent a few more hours making love and there was NO way that my sister didn't hear us. I wondered if we might just have given my baby sis a little Sex Ed. I didn't imagine my older aunt and uncle being the sex machine my hungry, horny wife was. When we got up, it was a bit past 10. Scarlett was already up, dressed in a cute little sun dress and reminding her older brother she wasn't a kid anymore. I found out my kid - younger sister had a valid driver's license, so I gave Angel the keys to my "baby" - my Corvette - and told her to let Scarlett drive home. That got me an excited squeal and another kiss that almost verged on naughty. That made me even more sure that Scarlett had heard us having sex just hours before. I had a rare afternoon where I could just sit and do nothing, so I watched a few TV shows on the TiVo and swam a bit in the pool. I could hear the Corvette pull up and the sounds of excited laughter from the house. I joined the girls inside and ... oh God, I'm going to hell, but the young hottie that walked in with Angel was as far from my kid sister as a girl could be. She was in a pretty and gauzy silk blouse, a new and very short skirt and high heels. She did not look 17 and I had to pinch myself and remember that Monday, she wouldn't be! The girls were hugging and laughing and I saw that my sister was a bit tipsy. That was okay, I trusted Angel with Scarlett's well-being and she whispered that it was she who had driven the Vette home. "She's a pistol," my wife confided in me. "She dated a few times back in Kansas, but your relatives almost had her in prison. The stupid kids at her high school didn't notice her - you should have seen her trying on clothes and lingerie ..." "Lingerie?" Angel grinned because she knew that she had me. "Yes, of course - you should have known I would have taken her to Frederick's. She was like a kid in a candy store. As soon as she's ready, we're going to have ourselves a hotter than hell little playmate." Angel and I had already agreed, nothing would happen until my sister turned 18 and until she made some kind of move or hint. That entire weekend was hell. Scarlett had gotten herself some of the sexiest clothes she could find and bikinis almost as skimpy as Angel's. With my sister acting as temptress, Angel's libido surged. I didn't think I'd survive until Scarlett's 18th or until she made a move. Just having her around was making Angel and I as horny as toads. Monday I appeared at work, bleary-eyed. Janine was merciless in her teasing, she knows all-too well about Angel's voracious sexual appetites. I let some of our paralegals and associates handle the workload that day as I was in no shape. I actually managed to get my sorry ass out of the office by 3 PM and I didn't even drive myself home. I took a taxi because I was afraid of falling asleep behind the wheel. When I walked through the front door, I wasn't tired anymore. My sister almost tackled me to the ground with appreciative kisses. "You are the best big brother, like, ever!" Scarlett gushed. She was wearing a skimpy black cocktail dress and high heels. My wife, dressed just as sexy, entered the room a few minutes later. The Scarlett Letter Ch. 02 In the first chapter of this story, I told you about my situation. I shared the fact that I live with my very-remarkable wife Angel and my sister, Scarlett. I told you about the circumstances that led up to Scarlett becoming my -- rather, our -- lover. I went on in detail, although a lot of people would have liked more details, about Scarlett and the life the three of us lead now. Just to be clear, I gave you the full details. In any of the previous chapter, did I ever happen to mention that my amazing wife and naughty baby -- I dare not call her "kid" -- sister happen to be out of their effing minds?! No. Allow me then, the chance to discuss this further while I have the opportunity to jot all of this down without them reading over my shoulder. They are out in our spool, splashing about with a new "visitor". I've got a bit of time to myself, so here's hoping what I'm about to reveal will entertain all of you. I recounted all of my adventures with Angel and Scarlett up to this point and I'm sure that I must have told you that it's a bit hard to adjust to the fact that my younger sister is now, as she describes it, my fuck toy. I'm becoming more accepting of that fact, little by little. When my petite and sexy, flame-haired sibling is on top of me, riding my cock, screaming out my name while my wife is playing with her tits and they're making out like they're doing porn, it's hard not to accept the reality as it exists. Some didn't believe me when I said Scarlett has the body of a porn star. I should have said that they both do. My wife works for a few porn stars on a part-time basis and I'd put either of my girls in their league. Angel also was smart enough to ask for some pointers and Scarlett, she devours any erotic thing she can get her hands on. She's almost gone through our extensive porn library and most of Angel's erotica collection. Scarlett tells me that she's happy that I shared our story and that she'd like to try her own hand at writing soon. I told her when she thinks she's ready, I'll gladly cede the computer to her and let her contribute some words about our happy, nutso little family. My wife and sister have much higher sex drives than I do and mine is nothing to sneeze at. I love sex, but I practically live with two nymphomaniacs. They choose another term, a "badge of honor we're both proud to wear", in Angel's words. My girls are happy to call themselves sluts. As long as I get as much sex as a guy like me can handle, I'm not going to be stupid enough to make an issue out of it. I've been involved with a rather large case as of late and as the newest partner, a lot of the work fell in my lap. Some of the younger associates, a few paralegals we hired to help and my assistant Janine have taken a lot of the heavier stuff away from me, but not all of it. The buck still has to stop here. I came home from work a few days ago and I was bushed. All that I wanted out of life was a swim, a drink and dinner -- in that order. I didn't even check for the girls, I just went upstairs, put on my swim trunks and hit the pool. The water was very refreshing and after about 30 minutes had passed, I went inside for a much-needed beer. When I left the kitchen with my beer, I went into the living room and I saw that dinner might have to wait. The ladies in my life were both wearing skimpy teddies and bedroom slippers. I was allowed to drink my beer, but only just. I was then dragged upstairs where they put on a hot (is there any other kind) lesbian show for me. Scarlett had been shopping that day and purchased her first strap-on. She proceeded to show my wife that her unbridled enthusiasm had not waned one whit in the weeks she had been staying with us. With whoops and hollers, Scarlett fucked the holy hell out of Angel's tight snatch and begged to fuck her ass. Angel begged off, saying she wanted to be able to sit for dinner. Then, I got a wonderful dual blowjob and my sister's fiery body rode my face while Angel took care of my dick. We didn't finish that way, as I recall. Dinner was a marvelous Italian meal, one of Angel's specialties. She is half-Italian on her mom's side and she doesn't make ANY of it using canned supplies. Everything is fresh and for our first anniversary, she wanted a pasta maker. When she looks at me with her beautiful eyes and uses "that voice" on me, she gets what she wants. I didn't think it was very romantic, but Angel has a practical side that surprises me. Just to be clear, she also got diamond earrings. I'm not a total idiot. After dinner, the girls were all over me, flirting, nibbling and teasing me with those incredible, irresistible bodies of theirs. They moved all over the room, dancing and showing off bodies that no sane man would say no to. As I just stated plainly, "irresistible". What sane man -- or bi-sexual woman -- would say no? Quick answer -- me. Me, myself -- I did. I resisted. I said no and saw two sets of eyes open wide. "Baby, Scarlett, you know that I love you both, but it would take an Act of God and the stamina of a porn stud to make me perform tonight," I explained to my dejected duo. "I've worked my ass off for the past few days, I've given you all I could in the bedroom, including a few short hours ago -- but I'm only human." I saw my saucy sibling about to comment and I stared her down. "I'm not kidding, Scarlett -- Angel -- I'm done in. All that this guy wants to do by way of a bed is to sleep in one. I have court in a few days and I don't want to represent my client looking like someone out of a zombie flick." "Pooh!" was my sister's reaction to that, although I realized she respected my beliefs and opinions that I was simply not up to it tonight. I saw her kiss Angel and they began to make out, tongues mingling and bodies entwining. The two lovers marched upstairs and I followed, more out of curiosity than desire. The two of them were already in our bed when I got there. Angel shook her head. "We're both horny as cats in heat, but we understand, don't we kid?" Angel said to Scarlett. Even now, I still don't understand how she gets away with calling Scarlett "kid" and I get a look that would sour milk I do the same. "We're going to fuck, trib, lick and whatever else two horny bi bitches can think to do -- but you're off the hook. Go down the hall to Scarlett's room and close the door -- we'll see you in the morning." "You're kicking me out of my own bedroom?" I asked rather incredulously. Angel and Scarlett both nodded as they moved closer together. "You know how -- rambunctious -- we both get," Angel answered as my sister giggled in near-hysterics. "Once the two of us go all out, we're going to make a fair amount of noise and move about. We might end up falling out of bed if we use Scarlett's bed, so why don't you sleep in there and get some rest?" I was a bit pissed at the time, but I'd done it to myself, so I grabbed my PJ's -- not wanting to be tempted -- and went to my sister's room. I still think of it as the "guest room" because I don't think Scarlett has even spent a week of time there yet. Once I got myself situated, my mind still grumbling, I got in bed. My objections to sleeping alone instantly vanished the instant my head hit the pillow, because I was O-U-T. When I got up around 8 AM, rested and refreshed, I saw that Angel had done something she had never done to me before -- she lied. I didn't see her and there was no sign of Scarlett. The coffee wasn't made and there was no breakfast. Before you start calling me some kind of sexist, let me explain that I don't cook because A) Angel loves to cook and considers the kitchen HER domain and B) I am a lousy cook. I'm very good at barbecue but it stops there. Angel doesn't mind sharing her domain with my sister, but I get a stern lecture if I even attempt anything more than cold cereal. I was dressed and ready for work and hungry. I groused all the way out to my car and in traffic, up the elevator and into my office where Janine (thank GOD for her!) had coffee for me. I slumped back in my chair and relaxed a bit, while asking her to order me some food from the bakery below. I was a regular at Brandi's place and knew whatever she sent me would satiate my hungers. Once I'd consumed some kind of coffee cake that probably made me gain say, 10 pounds, I got a lot of work done. I went home promising to fuck holy hell out of my two kinky nympho lovers. They were out by the pool and I got a delighted squeal from Scarlett when I picked her up with a hot kiss. The squeal sputtered out when I threw my adorable redhead in the pool, with Angel to follow suit. "You -- you rat!" Scarlett fumed as she got out of the pool. "This suit isn't for swimming, it's for looking!" I knew she was a bit peeved, but it would pass. The kitchen might be Angel's domain, but my wife likes me to be the "man of the house" and so does our young playmate. After dinner, I expected enough heat to peal the paint from our bedroom walls. That, as it turned out, would have to wait. "Your sister has something she wants to discuss," Angel said. Her tone was a tiny bit flat -- something was off. Angel wasn't happy with whatever Scarlett had to share with us. "I want to get a job," Scarlett informed us both. "I want to be employed and contribute to my room and board." "I told her I didn't want her to work," Angel insisted. "We don't need the money, I like having her around." Unstated but implied was that my sister was available for a fuck whenever my wife wanted one. Ginger had actually called a few days ago and let me know she hadn't seen Angel in a few weeks. I hadn't realized my wife's infatuation with Scarlett ran quite that deep. "Angel is right sweets, we don't need your money," I said to Scarlett. "If you want to work, maybe you can come to work for my law firm in some capacity." "Thanks Adam, but no," Scarlett said with a toss of her red curls. "I want something that I thought of and something fun. I have a few ideas and I'll keep you both in the loop. Meanwhile, stop being such gloomy gusses -- I want your cock inside me and I want Angel's sweet body on my face -- now!" My sister threw away what little clothing she had on and raced up the stairs. Imagining what they had been doing last night had me revved since leaving work. I followed my sister's perky body up the stairs, taking them two at a time. For once in our sex life, my brunette bride was left in the dust. I was already being stripped by Scarlett with a little flourish thrown in for good measure. This time, Scarlett and I were performing for Angel. I've said it many times and I'm saying it here for the record -- I love, adore and respect my wife. That being said, sometimes she needs to have the air let out of her every so often. She can be so sure of herself that she almost borders on arrogance. My baby sister's body was now moving against mine, sliding her nakedness against my solid frame. She was kissing me sensually but taking it nice and slow. I knew that I was expected to make up for last night and my absence by reminding Scarlett who she was in the Baum household -- our special little "pet", ready to fuck at the drop of a stiletto heel. Her nubile, taut young body was almost writhing around me, as if she was using me as a prop in her performance. Scarlett was barely even using her hands, just her lips and her torso to arouse and titillate. Angel's demeanor was somewhat odd, she just stood there, watching in a mood I couldn't quite comprehend. She said not a word, trusting our fucky little doll to please both of us. I, for one, was my sister's very willing captive. Dancing all around me, my sexy redhead put on quite the performance. Her pert little tits slid down my torso as she slowly, teasingly, lowered me to our pristine and freshly-laundered bed. She hopped in beside me and Scarlett used her long red hair as part of her performance, trailing it over my body and making sexy and encouraging noises as she played the seductress. She was really getting into the act and it almost seemed like she wasn't aware -- or didn't care -- that Angel was watching our every move. Scarlett was entirely focused on my pleasure and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a total turn-on. She reached for some scented oil and covered me with it, including my cock. I realized that the oil must be edible, because that's when Scarlett swooped down and engulfed my cock. She sucked on me with great gusto and a lot of noise, incorporating that into the show. I looked over at my wife and despite our years together, I could not determine her mood. "Oh God Adam, I love being with you like this," my sister sighed as she took a breath. "You have the best cock in the world and I love it. I love you and I love being your sister-slut, your hot little tramp. I don't ever want to stop fucking you, give me your fucking cock, give it to me NOW!" That was the moment my sister allowed herself a small grin and she threw it in Angel's direction. "What are you waiting for, whore? Get your ass in this bed and remind me that I'm YOUR slut too, let's fuck the way we were meant to, as a family!" Angel smirked and allowed herself a small chuckle as she slithered out of her lingerie. She realized the provocation had all been for her benefit, even the anger she was feeling caused her libido to surge higher. "You little bitch," she hissed as she climbed in beside us. "You're damned right you're MY slut, you'll always be my horny little whore. Just for this, tonight, you're going to get that DP you've been begging for. I'm going to find my longest dildo, lube it up and fuck your ass while my husband stuffs your cunt full of his marvelous, thick cock. You'll love all of it too, won't you, slut?" "God, yes, YES, you know that I will!" Scarlett cried out, covering Angel's face with what seemed like thousands of warm, wet kisses. "I love, LOVE, being part of a fucking family. I feel so loved and desired. It's the most intimate thing I've ever known, the fact that my family wants to possess me sexually -- I love it, I LOVE IT!" Scarlett ranted as my wife paid homage to her near-perfect tits. Recharged from a good night's rest, I was already ploughing my sister the way she needed it. I know Scarlett well enough by now to sense when she needs me to be gentle and romantic and when she needs it hard and fast. This was one of those times. My horny cumslut wife and my teen cumbitch sister were now clawing at each other in their sexual ferocity. At times like this, I just let them go at it. The sex was very rough by this point, although not violent. They were bitch-slapping each other as my hungry, needy sister ground herself on my cock. They tugged at each other's hair and hurled vast amounts of profanity at one another -- all in the name of love. My girls connect on such a visceral level that at times, I feel like they're the sisters and I'm the. If I was ever foolish enough to voice such a thought, I know they'd set me straight by "reminding" me of my status until I couldn't walk straight. Everyone in our family has a role to play and my women assure me of mine on a constant basis. I noticed a look cross my wife's face and it's one I have come to know well over the years of our relationship. Because Angel is generally soft-spoken and slender, people assume she's on the shy side. Not so -- my wife is very aggressive and highly competitive. I only recently learned that extends to the bedroom. Once she saw that Scarlett was going a little freaky on me, Angel stepped up her game. As my sister currently had control of my cock, my wife took control of Scarlett. With her hands and tongue, she manipulated my sister's nubile young form, almost making a puppet out of my baby sister. The girls were off and running, fucking each other almost as much as they were fucking me. Tongues were all over me and bodies competed for the cock. I thank God I have learned stamina over the years because I was going to need it. My sister rode me for a while and then she wanted to change things up. I had her legs resting on my shoulders when I saw Angel lower her pussy on to my sister's face. My sister didn't even blink, she grabbed her best friend's body and almost slammed it down on her mouth. My horny bride was getting the best kind of tongue-lashing, the kind that involved multiple orgasms. She moved her body so that she could stroke and caress the joined fissure of cunt and cock. Even being deep in my wife's pussy didn't stifle the loud screams Scarlett was making. I'm a guy who loves noisy sex, which worked out well. My wife is a talker and my sister is a screamer! The girls seemed to be on a similar wavelength and both moved away from me at the same time. Another thing people need to learn about Angel -- if she says she is going to do something, she does it. She reached for a long, slender dildo, strapped it on and grinned evilly. "Time for the big leagues, little sister," Angel said. One again, my sister was on top of my cock, facing the wall. "You're going to get the hottest DP action your brother and I can provide. Ready for this, Adam love?" Would it have mattered if I wasn't? I was an innocent -- okay, not quite the right term -- impartial, perhaps -- bystander / observer of their sexual Olympic competition. Scarlett was ahead, but Angel was coming up on the inside track. As my cock moved in and out of my sister, I could feel the addition of Angel's fake phallus. Scarlett was now trapped in a game of her own making, not that she seemed to be struggling to escape. My cute sis isn't quite a "Sub" but she does have her moments. I could hear Scarlett moaning and whining, but I could also hear the whimpers of pure pleasure emanating from her. She certainly wasn't pulling away as Angel and I fucked her, picking up the pace moment by moment. When I saw the look on my wife's face, I almost climaxed on the spot. It's a hard thing to describe, but I'll try. It was a feverish look that was almost a combination of crazed lust and total insanity. She was totally into our DPing my younger sister, even more than I was. I was just concentrating on what I needed to do while Angel was throwing caution to the wind and screwing my sister to a fare-thee-well. Scarlett was equally into her sexing, muttering profane words until her breath that I could not make out no matter how hard I tried. The sweat was coming off the three of us in buckets, although it allowed us a bit more freedom of movement by acting as a type of lube. My sister's pussy was really snapping tight around my cock, so I was glad of any additional lubrication we might achieve. In the time Scarlett has been with us, my Angel has been teaching her some tricks to achieve a "snapper" and it appeared as if my baby sister had been paying attention. Her pussy was almost "rolling" around my cock as if she was trying to milk me dry. I knew that I couldn't last too much longer and she would soon succeed. This double screwing had been intense and unlike Angel's cock, mine wasn't artificial. My sister's face was also part of the problem -- Scarlett looks fucking adorable when she's about to cum. It scrunches up and her eyes close and she just looks so fucking - cute. Her orgasm is quite often a trigger for my own impending cum. So it was that time. My sister made a contented little grunt and my cock started to go off. I shoot a lot when I'm this turned on and my wife was not going to let it go to waste. She scarfed down as much as she could swallow and once we were both free, she shared it with my little sister. Then the two of them moved into a comfortable GG position while I rested and regained my composure. Got to stop now -- Angel, Scarlett and our guest are toweling off and will be inside in a few minutes. I still haven't told you what me nutty baby sister chose as her new job -- her "vocation". Oh well -- you'll just have to stop by again, won't you? The Scarlett Letter "Am I missing something?" I questioned. "I told her," Angel stated plainly. I am sure my eyes opened wide as she nodded. Before I could ask the question "Why?" she gave me the answer to my unspoken question. "Your naughty little sister made a pass at me." Now I turned my attentions to Scarlett who wore a smile as sexy as her new outfit. She nodded and grinned. "I asked her if it was okay that now that I'm 18, we could go to bed together," she chuckled. "I knew from some of her E-Mails that Angel was bi. She said sure, but that someone else had `dibs'. The second she said that to me, I knew it was you! Oh Adam, don't give me that look - your little sister is thrilled, I couldn't have asked for anyone better for my first! So let's all have dinner, you and I will go upstairs and ..." her voice trailed off for a minute and then she spoke again. "You're next," she kissed Angel on the cheek. "You and me, all of tomorrow morning and if I don't wear him out ..." she chuckled again "... the three of us tomorrow for as long as we like and any time we want to after that!" I was crazy with the heat I was feeling for Scarlett and yet, I had to retain a degree of common sense. "Sweetheart," I said as I hugged her, trying to keep a semblance of sanity. "Yes - it's true, I find you sexy and desirable. However, this isn't something you enter into lightly. I'm still over a decade older than you and this is risky. You and I ..." "Listen to him," my sister laughed. "You're my knight, Adam. You're handsome and kind and desirable - so is Angel. I want you - both of you. I'm a hot and horny little redhead with a dynamite little body. So listen to me - for as long as I live here, I'm going to be your hot little fuck toy!" Angel nodded and the girls took my hand as they lead me into the dining room to enjoy a lavish birthday meal. During our dinner, I came to see that my younger sister was as much a tease as my wife or Angel had coached her. The two of them made a show out of eating and took turns feeding me with little kisses and suggestive comments thrown in for good measure. Dessert was a feast for mouth and libido - Scarlett sat on my lap and we fed each other. She wiggled around and I knew she was feeling my cock through my pants. She would soon feel it naked and invading her body as I had thrown all my objections away. Scarlett was quite obviously a horny little piece of ass and she had promised to stay that way for as long as Angel and I wanted her. With a face and body that sexy, I sensed that would be a long, LONG time. "I've got such a hot big brother," Scarlett purred as she licked my ear playfully. I looked over to Angel and she was wearing an ear-to-ear grin. For the first time in a very long while, I was going to fuck someone other than my wife. She was acting as if it was my long-overdue reward and maybe it was. I just tried my best to stay cool and not act like a horny teenager on his first time. "You're going to fuck me," Scarlett continued her teasing ways, moving on top of my noticeable bulge. "You're going to be my very first lover and you're going to make me cum, all night long." I wanted her, oh God, how I wanted her. Angel could see that, so she came over to the pair of us. She kissed me first and then, she kissed Scarlett - like a woman kisses her lover. "Fuck him good for me, baby," she said to my sister. "Show him what a little pistol you are, but just remember - I'm next!" For fun, I carried my petite little sister upstairs. Before we got to the bedroom, she ran away with a laugh. I wondered what she was up to, but it didn't take me long to find out. She came back wearing a sexy white lace teddy and heels. "A girl should dress up for the first time she makes love," Scarlett said to me. "Besides, Angel says that you like a little bit of eye candy." "You're a whole box of candy," I grinned at Scarlett. I pulled her into my arms and this kiss was not that of a brother, but a horny man eager for a sexy young nymph. My sister could kiss and she wasn't shy. Her hands went to my face and she held the kiss for a good few minutes. When we broke apart, we were panting. She jumped into our bed and displayed herself. Every part of her was delectable and I had no idea where to start. She, however, knew exactly what she wanted. "I want to suck my first cock," Scarlett breathed, her young voice growing deeper and throaty. I nodded and pushed my nerves down, not wanting to panic my new playmate. I needn't have worried. Busy hands got me undressed and a sweet, soft young mouth descended on my shaft. Just like kissing, she was incredible at giving her a BJ. "I read a whole lot of erotic novels," she said as she came up for air. "Am I doing it right?" "Oh Christ, you sure as hell are," I groaned as she went back down. Her tongue was whirling and swirling about and her sucking was just the right amount of pressure. If I was supposed to be feeling any sort of guilt over having sex with my sister, I didn't. When she was finished, she was almost glowing. I took my time kissing her and caressing her. I removed the pretty lingerie like I was unwrapping a sexy present, apropos for the occasion. Her sexy, freckled teen body was now all mine and I showed my appreciation with all of the oral skills my wife and her friends had passed on to me. I could see the contortions showing on Scarlett's face and I knew her squeals could easily be heard by my perverted bride. "Cock, my pussy needs cock, give me your cock," my sister begged. I nodded and was gentle as I guided her on top of my cock. Scarlett wasn't quite as slow as I was, she really wanted me to fuck her and change her forever. Okay, it was her show and when she shoved herself down hard on my cock, I kept a careful eye on her. If she felt any pain, it didn't show. I soon had a second horny fucking machine riding my prick, as if one wasn't enough! My wife and now, my younger sister - what was in the water in our taps? Scarlett seemed to have the skills of a teenaged call girl as she rode me. Her snug little pussy snapped around my cock and she was talking dirty to me, calling me a hot stud and reminding me her "horny little cunt" now belonged to me and to Angel. I believed her because her eyes almost glazed over as she said it. She moved in so many different ways, a wildcat at one time, a soft and sensual lover at another. All the while, the fact that this was my sister I was having sex with never left me. What should have made me feel guilty made me feel even hornier and Scarlett too. We fucked with a very precise rhythm, almost as if we had practiced. After a few hours of intense, gut-wrenching sex, we both needed a boost of caffeine. I went downstairs to find Angel in the midst of self-pleasure. I got a "thumbs up" as I made a pot of coffee. I kissed my wife goodnight as I went upstairs to join my - our - young lover. I couldn't wait for the next day and all of the ones that would follow with Scarlett sharing our marital bed. This latest achievement might even outrank my making partner. Why don't you ask me or Angel that question when Scarlett has lived with us a few more months?