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Chicken

By: jackand jean



I was completely spent from the Saturday morning 'waker upper' but it was no effort to lift my chin and extend my tongue to capture the dew drop of perspiration that nestled in Dorit's cleavage.

No longer self-supporting as a smooth nectarine, the right breast rested languorously against the left as she lay facing me. The ripe maturity of the two soft mound expressed even more grace than they had when first I ever tasted their beauty. They shivered slightly as my tongue slid between them. Humming softly, Dorit placed a hand behind my head and pressed me even closer.

"Darling," She broke the silence as she worked her left leg out from under me.

"Yes?"

"Last night I heard that John Pierce and Helen Finch are having an affair."

"That's nice." I said drowsily but I was suddenly awake.

Dorit wasn't fooled for an instant. "That got your attention, didn't it?"

I looked up sheepishly. "Yes it did. It explains a lot."

"Like why Sarah was coming on to you so openly last night which is why you came home with such a hard-on."

"Oh, you noticed that?" I mumbled.

Dorit laughed. "Me and about half the members of the club."

"Well, if what you say about John and Helen is true, I'd guess that Sarah's heard about it and is out to even things up." I grinned at the memory. "If she'd rubbed that thing against me one more time while we were dancing, I wouldn't have come home with a hard-on."

Dorit punched me on the shoulder. "Well, if you'd like a little bit of that, our old agreement is still in effect."

I recalled some of the long serious discussions we had held about the inevitable seven year itch. We'd usually concluded that it would be better to scratch it and enjoy rather than build resentment but we'd never encountered a situation to test the philosophy..

Dorit looked at me pensively. "If Sarah is intent on getting herself little bit to even things up, it would be better it be with a friend than with some pick-up. You should give it some serious thought."

"That is something to consider." I mused. "But how about poor Frank. He deserves some consideration."

Dorit sat up in the bed and glanced sideways at me. "Yeah, mustn't neglect poor Frank. He's a handsome stud and shouldn't be left out. I might have some spare time to attend to that while you're back in the haystack with Sarah." She turned to a kneeling position beside me, looking down with a serious look on her face. "We've joked about this sort of situation often enough to know we're both not altogether joking."

I placed a hand on the inside of her thigh. "Yeah, it's a great turn-on but this could be a touchy situation to get involved in."

Dorit sighed. "You are such a chicken. - But you're probably right. However I do worry about Sarah. Maybe we should just turn her on to Frank before she gets herself into some disaster."

"That makes sense." I agreed. "Frank deserves a little bit too and if Sarah is determined to screw somebody, it might as well be the husband of her husband's mistress."

"Well, you line up Frank and I'll round up Sarah - - say Tuesday afternoon. We'll get them into a situation of opportunity" Dorit gave my wandering hand a playful slap. "But don't forget you were offered first go at it."

"Me and my big mouth." I grumbled and slid my hand farther up the soft warm flesh.

Yeah, me and my big mouth. Here Dorit had offered me a free run on the cutest little doll you can imagine - a doll who gives me an erection with a smile - and I'd talked myself out of it. And I wonder if Dorit knows what I've caused her to miss. It's not that I'm underendowed but I've seen Frank in the showers at the club and he has a magnificent tool: - my darling deserves such an experience. I could visualize these firm thighs clamped around Frank's hips as she thrust upward to take every last inch of that firm salami. The thought had my own erection threatening to split its skin so I rolled on top of my beloved and she laughed at me as I drove into her. 

"Chicken."

Anyway, Tuesday afternoon I arranged an appointment with Frank to go over a minor contractual matter concerning a client and by three-thirty had it all cleared up so I suggested we break early rather than start on something new so late in the day. Frank was amenable to the idea so we repaired to the Ruddy Duck for a happy-hour special and I acted properly surprised to find Dorit and Sarah having an apres-shop glass of wine.

Dorit feigned a moment's confusion as she explained she and Sarah had been shopping and held up a 'Bon' bag to prove it.

I laughed, made some wise-ass remark about this being a great pick-up saloon and ordered martinis for me and Frank. They didn't last long and before signaling for refills, Frank asked the ladies if they would like something with a touch more authority than wine.

Dorit spoke up. "Great idea but glasses here are awfully small for the price. Why don't we stop by our place and I'll shake you up a real martini."

We arrived at the house in cavalcade and as we trooped in, Dorit headed for the kitchen where we keep the booze while I attempted to herd Sarah and Frank into the front room to get them settled together on the sofa. Frank upset that plan by announcing that he's better see that Dorit went easy on the vermouth and followed her toward the kitchen. Sarah took me by the hand and led me to the sofa where she pulled me down beside her as she settled down with her legs drawn up beneath her and her short skirt hiked up to where there was no doubt as to her gender.

"I've been thinking of you continuously since last Friday." She nonchalantly dropped my hand onto the soft flesh of her inner thigh and began to rub my tummy.

"I guess I had a little much to drink." I flustered.

"Oh don't apologize." She breathed. "I enjoyed every minute."

There were sounds of merriment from the kitchen and Dorit and Frank came in laughing, each carrying two double size martinis. Frank had a smudge of lipstick at one end of his mouth and as they deposited two drinks on the coffee table, Dorit looked down and grinned. I followed her gaze and was shocked to discover that Sarah had unbuckled my belt.

"These two seem to be getting along OK without us." Dorit smirked and turned Frank around. She marched him not back to the kitchen but down the hallway in the direction of the bedroom.

Sarah smiled as she deftly undid the top button on my trousers and slid down the zipper before beginning to ease her panties over her hips. I couldn't resist; I got up to help remove the panties from her legs as I dropped my trousers to the floor. 

I'd often wondered if a petite little thing like Sarah would be as accommodating as a larger woman like Dorit and was amazed to discover that I slipped in every bit as easily. I could hardly believe I was really doing this - and enjoying it so immensely. Sarah made small noises of satisfaction and raised her knees to clamp me between her firm thighs. I thought of Dorit just down the hall - in our own bed - with Frank and his big dong - but Sarah quickly regained my attention with an adroit muscular contraction which brought a preliminary squirt from my eager tool. I tried to regain control and make it last but all to soon the urge for completion seized me. 

Sarah accepted my contribution with a happy sigh. "That was a delightful introduction; later we'll strip and really go crazy."

I tried not to show my surprise. "This is all planned?"

"Of course, dear boy. I never settle for a quickie or even a one night stand. You and I have a lot of 'getting-to-know-you' in our future." She laughed. "Oh I forgot, you thought I was just out to settle a score."

"Dorit said something about John and Helen."

Sarah gave me a warm kiss on the lips. "I guess it's confession time. John and I and Helen and Frank have been a cozy quartet for over a year now. Then last week, when Dorit complained to me how you turn her on with talk of sexual socializing and then chicken out when a good possibility comes up, I mentioned it to the others and they agreed that you two are an ideal couple to make our quartet into a sextet. 'Sex for six' has a nice ring to it hasn't it? - Much nicer than 'fun for four'."

"Sung to the tune of 'tea for two'." I chuckled. "And I can see Dorit's hand in the script for this afternoon."

"- And this evening and the rest of the night." Sarah agreed. "Then Thursday you have a date with Helen and John at our place and Saturday the six of us have a reservation in Vegas - one room, two king beds. Think of the possibilities."

* * * * *

Chicken



Note: Have you ever called someone chicken to get them to do something? Well these brothers and sisters take chicken to the taboo level. Enjoy and all rights reserved. 

*

Summer looked down at the hot tub from her room and saw her younger brother Adam sitting alone in the bubbles. She had just returned from college last week and had not really spent that much time with him so since their parents were out she quickly put on her white bikini and headed down to join him. 

Adam was leaning back in sensual thought about the foreplay session he had with his girlfriend Tess last night. He had finally got to third base with her and may have gone further except her twin brother was in the house. Now as he slowly stroked his six- inch manhood he remembered how his first touch of a girl's pussy felt like. 

"Got any room for me?" Summer asked as she exited the sliding glass patio door. 

Adam jerked his hand away from his hard-on and quickly sat up looking like he was caught with hand in the cookie jar. "Shit you scared me. I'm not use to you being around." His eyes captured the fullness of her breasts and the flat abs above her tiny white bikini panties. 

"Sorry," she grinned. "Just pretend I'm not around for the next six weeks." She sat down on the edge putting her feet into the water. "It feels really hot." She was surprised that his upper body was really developed since the last time she saw him without a shirt on. 

"That's why they call it a hot tub," he laughed. His eyes focused on the tiny triangular white patch between her slightly opened thighs. He thought he could see the indentation of her pussy lips but wasn't sure. It prevented his cock from going down.  

"Smart ass," she said as her butt slipped forward and her body slithered into the steamy bubbles. "That feels so good." 

The hot tub was not that big so when she leaned back onto the underwater seat her feet moved forward and brushed against his. She smiled when he jerked his feet back. "So when am I going to meet Tess?" 

"I was going to invite her over tonight but she had a family thing to do," he answered. 

Summer had always teased him in the past about his girlfriends. "So, how far have you gotten with her?" 

His eyes opened wide. "I can't believe that you asked me that." 

She grinned. "Second base?" 

He grinned back. "Maybe. How far have you gone with Jack?" 

Summer moved over until the underwater jets splashed into her opened crotch. "You tell me first." She didn't believe that he would do it. 

"Second base for me and third base for her last night for the first time," he said proudly. 

"Really so that means you have not made a home run yet. My baby brother is still a virgin." 

"For now," he smiled. "Your turn." 

"I've been around the bases a few times with Jack," she answered. 

"Blow jobs too?" 

"ADAM!" She gasped loudly. "I can't believe you asked me that." 

"Chicken." 

"You know I'm not a chicken. Ok I'll tell you. He wants me to do it but I haven't taken that step yet. Have you with Tess?" 

"No, she has just touched me." 

"Oh you poor baby. You still have to take care of it by yourself." She was getting hot and moved up to sit on the edge again. She saw his eyes looking intensely at her breasts and glanced down to see her nipples pushing outward. "Is that what you were doing when I came out?" 

"You are not going to embarrass me like you always try to do," he grinned. "I'm eighteen now." 

"Well were you jerking off?" She looked directly into his eyes. 

He looked back without blinking. "Yes." 

"That's cool," she said slightly embarrassed. She leaned back on her hands which pushed her breasts outward. 

Neither said anything as he knew now that the indentation was definitely the shape of her pussy lips. 

"I guess I'll be doing the same since Jack is away for the summer," she said with her eyes closed. She waited a few seconds for his reply but it didn't come. She peeked out and saw his body leaning back again and his eyes closed. Her eyes opened wide when she saw his right shoulder and arm moving slightly. "Oh my god, are you doing it now?" 

He didn't open his eyes. "Yes." 

"Adam, are you crazy? You shouldn't do it while I'm here." She had never seen Jack masturbate so this was a new and exciting thing for her. 

"Chicken." It was something they had said to each other since infants. Most of the time it meant that they would not back down. "Are you afraid to do it too?" 

"You're sick," she said feeling light headed and excited. She watched his arm moving and wondered how big he was. She started to turn and climb out of the hot tub until he spoke. 

"Chicken." 

She turned and glared. "I'm not chicken. It just something that brother and sister do not do in front of each other." 

"Whatever. You are a chicken so just accept it." 

Summer took a deep breath and turned down into the water. She looked into his eyes and reached her right hand down over her navel to the top of her bikini. She stuck out her tongue as her middle finger snaked under the top of the white triangle and then into her damp pubic mound. "I'm not chicken." 

Adam sat up and tried to look into the water but the bubbles prevented him from making out anything in detail. He had peeked at his sister growing up and now here she was sitting across from him masturbating. 

Summer rubbed over her raised clitty and was surprised to feel it as big and ready as ever before. She knew that they could not see each other but just knowing what they were doing under the water was enough to turn them both completely on. "Oh," she moaned. 

Adam heard the moan and wondered how far he could get her to go. "Let's see how brave you really are," he said as he lifted his hips and pushed down his baggy dark blue swim trunks. 

Again she was shocked. "I'm not taking off my bikini bottoms." She glanced into the water and could actually see the darkness of his pubic hair and the shape of his long pink hard-on. He looked enormous. 

They settled back down into the self gratification until he spoke again. "Chicken." 

"Mom and dad might come home early," she said needing an excuse. She could now see his hand around his cock moving up and down. 

"They drove out to Aunt Nancy's house. They called before saying they had started dinner. It is at least an hour drive back. Chicken." 

She knew that she should climb out of the hot tub but this was about the most exciting and nasty thing she had ever done. "Well I guess since the bubbles are on you really can't see anything." She grabbed onto the waistband on the bottoms and pushed downward. 

Adam again sat up hoping to see something in the quivering waves. He managed to trace the white triangle downward until she brought them up to the surface and then tossed them on the edge next to her. His eyes strained to see her pussy but all he could make out was a small dark shadow moving around. 

"Don't hurt your eyes," she teased. They both leaned back and again started touching their privates. Both where totally turned on now and both had to slow down to prevent cuming first. 

Adam stopped stoking. "You know I'm naked so you should be too." 

Summer knew that he would call her chicken so she leaned further down into the water and reached behind her to release and then remove her bikini top. She pulled it away and looked down at her hard cherry nipples that stood up proudly just beneath the surface. She knew that he could see them easily. "I'm not as chicken as you think I am." 

"Damn," he said seeing them in naked. He never really knew how big she was. He started stroking his meat again and smiled as she did the same to her clitty. 

Both were breathing deep and rapidly as they approached their climax. "Are you about........to cum?" He whispered. 

"Yes," she replied. She was about to start her finish stroke when the bubbles suddenly stopped. Their hands and fingers froze as they stared down at the visible privates of their sibling. "Oh my god." He was a lot bigger than she had first thought and knew that he was at least three inches longer than Jack. 

"Move your hand," he said hoping to see her pussy. 

"No," she giggled. Now her breasts were fully on display so she sat up a bit and both surfaced. 

"Your titties are amazing." 

"I can tell that you like them," she smiled as he moved his hand away and his cock stood up proudly. "So are we going to finish?" 

"Move your hand first." 

Summer looked down at her hand as it moved away from her neatly trimmed bush and pussy lips which were open and puffy. "Well?" 

Adam grinned, grabbed onto his cock and stroked. He watched her middle finger dive into her opened gash and rubbed. "OH GOD ADAM." 

"I know........me too," he said really to fire out his torpedoes. 

"I'm going to...I'm going to CUM!" Summer cried as her body exploded into tiny pieces. Her other hand and fingers joined to help. "NOW!" 

"ME TOO!" Adam yelled. 

Their eyes closed at the zenith and stayed that way until they landed back on Earth. 

Summer didn't say anything as she grabbed her bikini and put it back on while underwater. "This was a one time only thing." She didn't look at him as she climbed out of the hot tub. She moved to her bedroom and closed the door. A few minutes later she heard him do the same. 

*****

Summer stayed in her room that night and didn't eat supper. After his parents went to bed Adam tapped on her door. She opened it and let him in. 

"Are you mad at me?" Adam asked noting that she was wearing a thin cotton night shirt. 

"No, I'm mad at myself," she said moving over and sitting on the bed. "I'm older and I should have known better." 

He sat next to her in his nylon basketball shorts and tee shirt. "We didn't do anything really bad. I thought it was cool." 

She turned and pushed him to the side and jumped onto him. "Jerking off in front of my baby brother is not considered cool." 

Adam laughed and was about to turn and push her back but then felt the softness of her braless breasts and the hard tips of her nipples pressing into his shoulder and back. "Did you like what you saw?" 

"No," she lied. "I could barely see it." 

"I could see everything," he chuckled before turning around and pushing her onto her back. 

"Did you like what you saw?" She halfway teased and halfway wanted to know. 

"Kinda," he lied. "I mean you are really not that big." He looked at the fullness of her breasts under the tight cotton night shirt. 

"Liar. I bet that I'm bigger than your little girlfriend." 

"There is one way to prove it," he grinned looking at her covered mounds. 

"Oh no, I'm not going to take off my night shirt." She looked at his lap and saw the huge tent. 

"So am I bigger than Jack?" He put his bare hands on narrow of her waist. 

"I...couldn't...tell." Warning bells were going off again. "I think you should leave." 

"Show me your breasts first." 

"No." 

"Chicken." 

"Chicken? I'm not chicken because I have already showed you." She stuck out her tongue again like she had so many times before while they were growing up. "You're the one that's chicken." 

"I'm not chicken," he said seriously. "Be careful what you ask for." 

She looked at the closed bedroom door and whispered, "Chicken." 

Adam moved off the bed and stood next to it while she lay back. "Are you sure?" 

She nodded. Her eyes followed the waistband of his shorts as they moved down over the tent. Since he was not wearing underwear his cock head sprang outward with freedom at last. "Oh my God." 

Adam grinned and let her take it in before pulling his shorts back up. "You asked for it. 

"Please go," she said knowing that her fingers wanted to reach out and touch it. 

He smiled and left the room. Neither of them got any sleep that night. 

*****

Summer overslept the next morning and awoke when she heard a car door closing outside. She peeked out to watch her mother drive away. Since her father was at work she knew that she would be alone with Adam. After seeing his hard penis last night she knew that it was time to stop this madness. She pulled on a robe and headed downstairs and found him sitting at the table eating cereal. 

"Captain Crunch. Are you still eating Captain Crunch?" 

"Yes, I like it so why change?" He said hoping that she was not upset with him about last night. He did notice the robe. "So are you cold this morning?" 

She didn't look back as she took the milk from the refrigerator. "Yes. And it may get even colder." She grabbed a bowl and spoon and sat next to him. She grabbed the cereal box but so did he. "Hey give me some." 

"You made fun of it so now you are not going to get it." He jerked it out of her hands and hugged it down into his body. 

Summer laughed and reached down to pull the box out. She managed to get a hold of the bottom corner and pull but then he jerked it and her hand downward onto the top of his covered cock. They both froze upon contact. "Let me have it or else." 

"Or else what?" He whispered feeling her knuckled pushing into his growing erection. 

"Or else I'm going to......." 

"What Summer? Are you going to grab my cock?" 

She moved her hand until it pushed against the swollen crown. "Maybe." 

"You're chicken." 

She wanted to do it but held back until she heard the key word. Her fingers moved away from the box, turned over and reached down into his crotch. "You shouldn't call me chicken." She curled her fingers around it through the thin nylon and realized that she wasn't close getting her fingers around it. "Satisfied?" 

"No but why don't you make me satisfied," he whispered putting his hand around her waist until it rested at the top of her hips. "Or are you chicken?" 

Summers fingers moved methodically away from his shaft to the top of his shorts. She leaned over to pull out the waistband with her left hand while she aimed her right fingers down into the thick bush and around the pink penis. "I'll bet you can't last a minute." 

"You're on," Adam grinned feeling fingers on his cock for the first time that wasn't his. He leaned back on the chair and pushed down his shorts to give her room. 

Summer dropped down onto her knees and opened her hands to spit in them. She rubbed around the saliva and took a hold of his sex. They both looked up at the large kitchen clock on the wall and when she second hand hit twelve she started stroking like Jack had taught her to do so nicely. "Ummm...nice and hard. I can feel the cum about to come out." 

Adam knew that he wasn't going to last but didn't care. He was about to explode at the thirty second mark when they heard someone tapping on the back door. He looked up and saw Tess's face looking in. "Oh shit Tess is here." He tried to pull Summer's fingers off but she held on tightly. 

He forced a smile and waved at his girlfriend as his sister's fingers worked their magic. 

"Will you let me in?" Tess said loudly. 

"Oh God I'm cuming," Adam grunted. He looked down to see his cum shooting upward making a mess when Summer quickly lowered her other hand. He felt her palm engulf the tip and then his cum fill her cupped fingers. "Oh shit," he said trying to give his girlfriend the impression that nothing was going on. 

Summer jerked him dry and wiped her fingers on her robe before turning and crawling out of the kitchen into the hallway. He heard her laughing as she ran up the stairs. A few seconds later after putting his cock away he unlocked the back door. 

"What was that?" Tess asked red-faced. "Why didn't you let me in?" 

He could only think of one thing that she might believe. "I farted." 

Her anger suddenly turned to laughter. "You farted and didn't want me to smell it." She took a big whiff and moved down onto his lap. "So are we alone?" She wiggled her cute round butt on his small lump. 

"Uh..no my sister Summer is upstairs," he said wondering what was going on in his life. For eighteen years he had little to no sexual action and now was on overtime. "I can go and tell her not to come downstairs." 

"She...she won't care?" 

"Na. She is cool." 

"OK, I'll wait for you on the sofa." 

*****

Summer had removed her robe and was pulling off her night shirt when she heard the tapping on her door. "Did you run her off already?" She pulled the door open and stood proudly in only her panties. 

"God, I could easily get used to this." His hand moved up to cup her tit but she pushed it away. "OK, Tess is downstairs and we want some private time alone." 

"So you can get to third base?" Summer teased. "What if I get jealous?" She pulled out the top of her panties and showed him her light brown bush and pink lips below. 

"Jesus," he groaned feeling his shorts about to swell. "Warn me before you do that." 

"Pussy shot," she giggled as she did it again. "Ok go and have your fun with your little girl." She stepped back and closed the door. 

Adam stood erect wondering if he should run Tess off because he was getting more action with his sister. 

"Adam!" Tess yelled from below. "Are you coming back down?" 

"Yes," he said trying to calm down his boner. Finally when it shrunk enough not to be obvious he headed down and found her sitting on the sofa. "She won't come down." He moved next to her and pulled her lips to his. They started frenching but then he felt the chewing gum under her tongue. "Gum again." 

"Sorry," she giggled and pulled it out and put it on the end table behind her. As she leaned over to do it he moved up behind her and reached around to cup her small but very firm breasts. 

"Hey," she giggled again. But she didn't move as he found the hard tiny tips and toyed with them. 

Adam moved his lips to the nape of her neck and then to her ear lobe. As he fondled her breast with his right hand his left hand unbuttoned the three buttons on her polo shirt and then moved under it to the edge of her bra. He completely cupped the covered mound as his thumb hooked the cup and pulled downward. 

Tess had let him touch her breasts but today would be the first day he could feel her bare titties free from the bra. As he tried to get the cup off her mound she reached up and released the front clasp. The cup moved quickly away and for the first time a boy was caressing her virgin orbs. Her head leaned back against his shoulder while he moved from breast to breast and nipple to nipple. His lips on her neck were quickly causing her panties to get damp. 

Adam could hear her breathing getting labored and moved back to let the front of her body face him. As he continued touching her breasts with his right hand his left hand lifted the shirt upward until her left breast appeared. Before she could object his lips found the hard little bud and suckled. 

"Ohhh," she moaned not expecting this to happen this fast. Her hands reached up to pull his lips away but when they touched his head they held it in place. 

*****

Summer waited about ten minutes before she pulled on her robe and tiptoed into the hallway and quietly down the stairs. She heard the girl moaning and peeked around the doorway in time to see him pull her shirt up over the tiny titties. 

"You go Adam," she thought when his lips captured the girl's nipple. "Maybe third base is around the corner." 

Although Tess was as turned on as ever before, her internal bells rang when his hand moved to the snap on her jeans and opened it. She tried to keep it together but once it opened she caught his fingers as they tried to get under her tiny pink laced thong. "Adam no." 

"Jesus Tess. You touched me the other night. I thought that..." 

"Not yet," she said as she pulled his mouth back to her tits. She knew that they would be leaving for college and possibly not see each other seriously again. But Adam pulled away which surprised her. 




Chicken



"Don't be mad." Her hand moved down and found his covered hard-on. "I'll jerk you off if you want." 

Summer remembered the dates she had before meeting Jack and the many times she teased boys like her brother. She wouldn't let them into her panties but she didn't mind jerking them off. But this was her brother who she loved. She watched him thinking about it and then surprised them all. She coughed and walked into the room. 

Tess's hand was rubbing over Adam's cock when she heard the cough. Her fingers jerked back like they had touched fire. She forgot that her shirt was up over her bare breasts and sat there looking at the older girl. 

"Jesus Summer," Adam said also shocked. "You said you were staying upstairs." He dropped his arm across his hard-on to show Tess that he was embarrassed. 

"I was bored," she said looking at the girls little titties and nipples. "Are you cold?" 

"Oh God," Tess cried before jerking her shirt down over her hard nipples. 

Adam was totally angry. "We are going up to my room." He took her hand but she didn't move. 

"I...uh...think I should leave." 

"Figures," Summer grinned. "How old are you? You look like you are fourteen." 

"I'm old enough," Tess snared at her. 

"I think that she is jailbait and from what I saw a big tease." 

"Summer," Adam said getting pissed. 

"I'm eighteen," Tess added quickly. "And, I'm not a tease." 

"We call your kind a prick teaser," Summer laughed. "I bet you get your jollies from just getting boys hard." 

"Maybe we were going to do more before you interrupted us," Tess said wanting to show this girl that she was not a tease. 

"Right. Like when Adam was reaching down into your panties and you stopped him." 

"Summer," Adam growled. "I think that's enough." 

"I was going to let him touch me," she lied. 

"Prove it," Summer grinned. 

"What? Now, with you watching." Tess gasped. 

"Are you afraid little girl? Are you chicken?" 

Adam finally realized what his sister was trying to do. 

"So what if she is afraid," Adam said seriously. 

"I'm...I'm not....afraid," Tess said reaching over for his hand. All eyes were on their hands as she guided his over to her bare stomach above her jeans and then pushed his thick fingers under the pink silk. 

"Shit she did it," Summer thought as she watched the shape of her brother's fingers moving down under the pink undies. She knew when he touched her pussy because Tess gasped. 

"Oh God." Tess tried to pull the hand and fingers away but he was too strong and she suddenly became weaker. "Please." 

Adam knew about the clitoris and quickly discovered it because she lifted up to make more contact. "God it so wet." 

Tess didn't want him to stop touching her but she was uneasy with Summer watching. "Ok, he's touching me. You can leave now." 

Adam played with her little pleasure button and kissed her neck. "Ignore her." 

"But......" Tess complained before stopping as he grabbed a hold of her jeans and leaned down to push them over her panties. "Adam...not my pants." 

"Little baby doesn't want her pants off," Summer grinned. 

Tess was upset and determined to show this older girl that she was not a baby and a tease. She looked over at Summer and smiled as Adam pulled the jeans down over her knees and off her feet. 

Tess grabbed her shirt when Adam lifted it but let it go figuring that Summer would make a comment. Her bra easily slipped off her arms and she was now only wearing panties in front of her boyfriend and his sister. "Satisfied?" 

"No, you are still teasing," Summer smiled. "Take off the panties." 

Adam reached for them but Summer spoke. "If she is so brave let her do it." 

Tess had never been naked in front of a boy before and only naked in front of girls in the gym showers while facing away from them. Her tiny fingers were trembling as she pinched the thong waistband and pushed downward. 

Their eyes followed the pink rolled up strip of undies down over her dark thick but trimmed bush. It pulled away from her very damp pussy lips and rolled down over the creamy tender thighs. She kept her legs together as well as possible until the panties pulled off her feet. "I guess I'm not the baby you said I was." 

"Maybe. But so far all you have done was undress." Summer looked at Adam. "Open her legs and touch her pussy." 

Adam looked at his girlfriend. "Tess it's ok if you want to get dressed and stop this." 

For the first time young Tess was extremely turned on and very curious. She answered him by slowly opening her legs. 

Adam's eyes got big when her dark forest opened showing her pink outer lips and then the glistening smaller set of lips inside. When her legs were open as far as she could get them she moved her head back on the small pillow and closed her eyes. "Go ahead." 

Adam looked over at his sister and smiled before he mimed "Thank you" without making a sound. He turned and leaned forward to get closer to Tess's pussy. He somehow managed to take his time rubbing up her thighs until his fingers met at her bush. She moaned when the fingers from both sides met in her opened slit and then again when he found her ready and waiting clitoris. 

Tess was past the point of being embarrassed as her naked body rolled on the sofa. For the first time she was building towards an orgasm and didn't want to stop. It felt good what Adam was doing but he was fumbling and not getting her to where she wanted to be. "Please." 

Adam glanced over at his sister for help and shrugged his shoulders. She saw her smiled before standing and walking over to the sofa. "Move back." 

Tess heard the sister's voice and panicked when she moved into her boyfriend's place. She started to close her thighs but Adam pushed them back open again and moved Summer's experienced fingers up into the young girl's sexual need. 

"Ohhh," Tess moaned as knowing fingers quickly brought her up to cuming for the first time. "It feels so........hot..so tingly...please don't stop." 

Adam leaned to the side and watched his sister bringing off his girlfriend. He wasn't jealous because never in his wildest sex dreams did he imagine that he would see two girls having sex. He reached into his shorts and was stroking himself when he heard Tess scream even louder. He turned and saw Summer's head between her legs and the long wet tongue licking up and down the hairy pussy. 

Summer had only done this once to her first college room mate but she had learned from watching Jack about what to do. She sucked the girl's small but swollen clitty into her lips and flicked back and forth with her tongue. 

"OH YES SUCK MY PUSSY!" the normally conservative Tess commanded. She pulled the girl's head closer and was almost there when Summer pulled away. "No please come back." 

Summer moved back and smiled at her brother. "She wants you to fuck her." 

Adam heard the words and looked at Tess who smiled and held out her hands to him. "Do you?" 

"Yes hurry I want it. I want everything," Tess giggled. 

Summer watched her brother undress and take the missionary position. "Go very slow until she tells you otherwise."

Summer didn't want to take away her brother's first attempt at intercourse. She remembered that her first time was not that great but it still was hers to cherish. 

"Ohhh...wait....uhhh....ohhh...wait....there...almost....wait." 

Adam let her set the pace and soon he felt the warmth and tightness surrounding his hot shaft. "Oh God......" 

Summer moved to Tess and whispered. "Are you protected?" 

"Yes," the girl said. 

"Fill her up," Summer whispered to her bro. 

"OH........OH......OH.....OH...OH...OH..OH..OH!" Tess moaned each time he hit bottom. 

"I'M CUMING TESS!" Adam warned. Her hands held onto his bare ass when his cannon discharged inside a woman's pussy for the first time. 

"I FEEL IT!" Tess cried out smiling. "I FEEL YOUR CUM!" 

Adam did his best to keep pumping her and it paid off greatly. 

"NOW ADAM NOW!" 

Summer smiled and pulled her robe closed. If things went this well all summer she might not be as frustrated as she thought. 

*****

Summer had fallen asleep after returning to her room and when she awoke she noticed that it was getting dark. She quickly dressed and went downstairs to find her parents, Adam and Tess playing cards. 

"Hi honey," her mother Ann said. "Did you meet Tess?" 

Summer smiled. "Yes, I got to know her quite well before." 

Tess looked up and smiled. "My parents are going away for the weekend and your parents told me that I could stay here. But, I will have to share your bed. I hope that's ok." 

Summer sat down. "Sure, I'm used to a room mate. And maybe we can really get to know each other." She glanced at Adam and saw his concerned look. "What are you playing?" 

"Hearts," Adam answered. "Are you chicken to play?" 

"Me chicken?" She laughed. "You know there is nothing you can say to make me chicken." 

"I bet I can think of something," he grinned. 

*****

After dinner Tess got her overnight stuff from the car and carried it up to the room she was sharing with Summer. She walked in and saw Adam sitting on the bed. "Where is your sister?" 

"Taking a shower," he answered. He pulled her next to him and they kissed. "Are you still sore?" 

"Yes," she whispered. "You are really big." 

"So I guess tonight is off." 

"Definitely off," Tess answered. 

"I'm not sure about you sleeping with Summer," he whispered. "After what she did to you downstairs I might have to be worried." 

"You just want to watch," she giggled. 

He moved back and looked at her. "Are you...and her...going to...you know?" 

"Maybe. I haven't really discussed it with her." They heard the shower turn off and a minute later saw the bathroom door open up. Summer stuck her head out. 

"Please close the door." 

Adam did as she said not sure why until he turned and saw his sister walk out of the bathroom totally naked. "Holy shit." 

"GOD!" Tess cried out. "You're naked in front of your own brother." 

Summer smiled. "He's seen me naked and I've seen him. It's not a big deal." 

"Oh God I could never be naked in front of my brother." 

"Do you have a older brother?" Summer asked as she moved to the dresser to pull out a clean pair of white bikini panties. 

"No, he's my twin," Tess answered. She was enjoying looking at the nice formed breasts of the girl wondering if she would get a chance later to touch and kiss them. 

Summer looked at Adam. "Twin. You didn't tell me that she has a old brother." 

"He gets the house to himself," Tess said as she leaned back on the bed and watched Summer pull on a night shirt. "I guess I should get ready for bed too." She looked at Adam. 

"What you want me to leave?" 

"Yes Adam. Now go to your room and rest because I think you are going to have a busy weekend." 

"But....." 

Both girls took his arms and led him out of the room. After the door closed Summer turned to Tess. "Now come to bed and tell me all about your brother. What is his name?" 

"Jess," she said as she removed her shirt and jeans. "But, I should take a shower first." 

"Good idea. I'm come in with you and you can tell me about Jess." 

"But you just had a shower," Tess grinned. She removed her bra and let Summer remove her panties. 

"Oh I'm clean but now I get to wash you." 

Tess followed the older girl into the bathroom and waited until Summer got the water temperature correct. She helped Summer remove her night shirt and then the panties before they stepped into the small confined space. Summer's larger breasts pushed into Tess's as their faces drew nearer and nearer. Their eyes closed when their lips touched and their tongues raced out for a new experience. 

Water dripped from their faces down onto their breasts which were crushed together. Their hands explored and caressed each others backs and asses while their tongues danced together. Summer snaked her fingers between their stomachs and rubbed over the young girl's pussy. "Are you still sore?" 

"Just on...the inside," Tess moaned. As Summer toyed with her clitty she reached down and touched another girl's pussy for the first time. Both were about to cum when Summer pulled the fingers away and turned off the water. "Let's dry off and do this right." 

They giggled as they took turns drying each other and then dashed step for step into the bedroom and under the sheet. Summer pushed the younger smaller girl onto her back and moved between her opened legs. Their titties rubbed as they frenched and touched over every inch of their bodies. Summer started kissing down Tess's body but the girl stopped her. "Let me do you." 

"Sure," Summer smiled. After moving over onto her back she guided Tess's lips down over her navel until her face hover over her moist pussy. "I really need to cum." 

"I'll try," Tess giggled. Her tongue moved downward and when it touched the moist clit she closed her eyes and moved lower. 

Summer had to grab the pillow next to her to prevent from screaming out loud. The girl was a quick learner and had her ready to cum in less than two minutes. "Tess....Tess." 

Tess heard her name and looked up while keeping her tongue on the target. She knew her boyfriend's sister was ready and licked faster and faster. She felt Summer's hips rise upward and then the girl's body shaking. 

Five minutes later Summer landed back on Earth and turned to hug Tess into her. "That was great." 

"Does this make us lesbians?" Tess innocently asked. 

"I don't know about you but I still enjoy a hard cock." 

"Me too," Tess giggled. She leaned over and sucked on Summer's closest nipple. But Summer pulled her lips away. "Tell me about your brother. What's his name?" 

"Jess," Tess answered. 

"Cute..Tess and Jess. Does he have a girlfriend?" 

"No why?" 

"I thought that maybe we could bring him into our chicken family." 

"Oh God I could never...you know...with him." 

"I'm not saying for us to fuck our brothers but messing around is a lot of fun." 

Tess moved her face up. "Have you and Adam...messed around?" 

"Not much. We masturbated in front of each other in the hot tub. Nothing else." She didn't want to tell her about jerking him off just yet. 

"Oh god I don't know. What if he gets mad and tells our parents?" 

"He's a guy remember? We can play it slow and if he looks like he doesn't want to do anything we will just stop. Have you ever played truth or dare?" 

"Once but it was at an all girl's slumber party." 

"Why you little slut. You have messed around with girls before haven't you?" 

"Some," she giggled as she toyed with Summer's wet slit. "Ok, I'll try it with Jess but if it gets too weird we have to stop." 

*****

It was hard on Adam that night knowing this sister and girlfriend were probably having sex in the bedroom next to his. He managed to stay away in anticipation of what was to come. When he walked down to breakfast the next morning he stopped in the doorway to see Tess and Summer sitting at the table wearing only tee shirts and panties. "Jesus, I've died and gone to heaven!" 

"Sit down," Summer laughed. "Mom said that she will be back around noon." 

Adam moved over to Tess and reached over her shoulders to cup her soft tits. 

"Stop," Tess said pulling them away. "My nipples are sore." 

"Sore," he repeated looking over at Summer. "You made my girlfriend's nipples sore?" 

"Hey she made mine sore too," Summer laughed. She reached up and rubbed over the hard buds pushing out her shirt. 

"You guys are killing me," Adam moaned. "How about the two of you making me sore?" He pushed out his hard bulge. 

"Save it because we are going over to Tess's house later." 

"Isn't Jess home?" 

"Yes, but Summer wants to meet him," Tess grinned. 

"Oh god, don't tell me..." 

"We just want to play a few games," Summer smiled. 

*****

Jess was on his computer checking out Literotica for new stories when he heard his sister's voice at his door. Luckily he locked it because he was sitting in his boxers with a full boner. "What?" 

"Open up because I have to ask you something." 

"Give me a minute," he said minimizing the screen. He hurried into his closet and pulled on a thick dark blue terry-cloth robe. He opened the door. "I thought you were staying at Adam's house?" 

"I am but his parents are home," she grinned seeing his bare chest under the robe and his computer on. "Where you jacking off?" 

Jess couldn't believe his sister could ask him such a thing. "No," he lied. "And even if I was it's not your business." 

She walked in and looked at his screen. "What is Literotica?" 

"Never mind," he said moving over between her and the computer. "Why don't you go back to Adam?" 

"I would but he is downstairs with his sister Summer. She wants to meet you." 

"Meet me," his eyes lit up. "How old is she?" 

"I'm not sure but she is in college." She turned to walk out and bumped against his semi-hard on. "Don't come down like that." 

"God," Jess said after she closed the door. To make matters worse he had just finished reading a Literotica Story by Slickman entitled "Step Siblings".

*****

"He's coming down," Tess grinned as she sat between Adam and Summer on the large leather sofa in the den. "I think he was jerking off." 

"I hope he didn't finish," Summer grinned. 

"You know he might just tell you two to get lost," Adam said knowing Jess from a few classes they had together. 

"We'll see," Summer grinned. 

They heard his footstep coming down the stairs and turned to see him standing in jeans and a tee shirt. "Hi Adam." Jess focused on Summer. "Is this your sister?" 

"Hi, I'm Summer," she said standing and holding out her hand. She was happy that Jess was also blonde and nice looking. 

"So what's up?" Jess asked as he sat in the chair across from the three of them. 

Tess answered. "Their parents are home and we wanted to have some booze and maybe some weed." 

"Weed, shit Tess our parents will kill us if they smell it in here." 

"We can have a few on the patio," she smiled. 

"Where did you get weed?" Jess looked nervous. 

"I have some," Summer answered. "I had some left over from a sorority party." She pulled the bag out with some paper. "Have you ever tried it?" 

"We did once," Tess answered for her brother. "The night you skinny dipped in David's pool." 

"I was wearing my boxers," Jess quickly answered. It looked as if Summer was not wearing a bra. 

"That's cool," Summer said. "Let's go and burn what I have and then have some fun." The four stood and walked outside. Tess grabbed a lighter that her father used to light the grill on the way out. 

They passed the MJ around for almost an hour while they all got to know each other better. After 60 minutes all four were feeling loose and giddy. "Well, that's it," Summer said taking the last draw and almost burning her fingers. She tossed it on the ground, stepped on it and picked it up. "We can flush down the evidence." 

The four moved inside and grabbed some beer and wine. It was dark as they sat around on the floor in front of the fireplace. Tess moved up next to Adam and leaned back. "Summer has a game for us to play." 

"A game," Jess repeated. "I like games." The room was starting to spin a little as he lay on his back looking up at the ceiling fan going around and around. 

"Have you ever played truth or dare?" Summer asked. 

Jess sat up because he had read a few hot stories about truth or dare games. "No, but I'd like to." 

"Good," Summer said. She reached over and picked up Jess's empty beer bottle and finished the little amount inside. "So I spin the bottle and whoever it points to must choose between truth or dare." She spun it around and around until it pointed to Tess. 

Tess wasn't ready for a dare. "Truth." 




Chicken



"Let's see," Summer said looking upward. "OK, how many girls have you French kissed?" 

Jess looked at his conservative sister. "I'd say none." 

She stuck out her tongue. "Wrong. The answer is....five." 

"You liar," Jess laughed. "Who were they?" 

"That's another question," Summer said handing the bottle to Tess. "Your turn to spin." 

Tess twisted and released the bottle which pointed to Summer. 

"Dare," Summer said confidently. She wanted to get the party started. 

Tess grinned. "I dare you to......to.....kiss Jess for a minute." 

Jess looked to see if the cute older girl would do it and saw her smile and crawl his way. She pushed him down on his back and looked at Tess. "Start the timer." 

Jess was shocked when her lips pressed into his and her tongue parted his lips. He quickly met her tongue with his and for 60 seconds they explored and teased. By the time Tess said a minute was up his cock was fully expanded. None of them missed it.  

Jess spun the bottle and it pointed to his sister. "Truth or dare?" 

Tess grinned. "Dare." 

"Well I think that you were lying before so I dare you to french kiss Summer." 

Adam sat back grinning as the two females met in the middle of the floor and turned their heads to line up their lips. "For how long?" Tess asked. 

Jess was shocked. "Uhhh...a minute I guess." 

"Go," Adam said looking at his watch. 

Summer's mouth was open when Tess's tongue dashed into it. They made sure that Jess could see the tongue action and the lips biting. Even Adam had a hard-on when they were finished. 

Tess moved away when Adam called time. She picked up the bottle and spun. It moved around and pointed to her. "Can I dare myself?" 

"No," Jess answered. The game was better than he had planned. He watched his sister spin the bottle and point at Adam. 

"Dare." 

Tess thought that she would see how far Jess might go. "What happens if someone refuses a dare?" She looked at Summer. 

"Well they have to take something off," Summer replied. 

"You're joking right?" Jess said smiling. "I mean we are not going to strip in front of our brother or sister." 

"Are you chicken?" Tess smiled. "Is the little boy scared?" 

He started sweating. "No, it's not that I'm scared but shit you are my sister." 

"Chicken," Tess glared. 

"Ok fine then. We will see who is chicken." 

"Fine. I dare Adam to remove his shirt." 

"Easy," Adam grinned. He pulled the tee shirt off showing his nice and tanned muscular chest. Adam rolled the bottle and it pointed to Tess. 

"The shirt." 

Tess's fingers trembled as she lifted the tee shirt up over her black bra. She didn't look at her brother as she laid the shirt on the sofa behind her. She spun the bottle and it pointed to Jess. "Let see how chicken you are." 

It scared him. "Truth." 

"Shit," Tess thought. "Ok were you jerking off when I knocked on your door before?" 

"Jesus Tess," Jess said nervously. "I'm not going to answer that." 

"Take something off," Summer grinned. 

"I will," Adam said pulling off his shirt. He was not as muscular as Adam but had a nice build. He spun the bottle. 

Summer smiled when it pointed at her. "Dare." 

"Dare," Jess grinned. "I dare you to remove your jeans." 

"But I only removed my top," Tess complained. 

"That's fine," Summer said as she stood up proudly and opened the snap. They all looked at the pink flesh as she pushed down the zipper until they saw the white lace panties. Her fingers found the waistband and pushed the jeans down over her hips. As the tight jeans moved down so did the panties. The top of her pubic hair popped out as she removed the jeans. She slowly pulled the panties back up and sat down. 

"Wow," Jess grinned. He wished that Adam and Tess would leave for a while. "Maybe we should split up." 

Tess now wanted to see what her brother had hidden from her all those years. "Getting chicken again?" 

"No," he answered. Summer spun the bottle and it pointed to Adam. 

"Dare." 

"Ok brother, I dare you to fondle Tess's boobs for a minute." 

Jess didn't say anything as Adam moved behind his sister and reached up under her arms until he cupped her bra covered titties. He had seen glimpses of them a few times but never like this. His cock was stretching out his pants as Adam pulled on the small tips. 

Time stood still because Summer and Jess forgot to time them. It was over two minutes before Tess pulled Adam's fingers away. "That has to be at least a minute." She blushed as she fixed her bra and saw how hard her nips were. 

Adam spun the bottle. It pointed to his sister. 

"Dare." 

"I dare you to rub your ass on Jess's crotch." 

Jess's eyes rose upward. He smiled when she stood up and walked over him. He looked up through the panties and saw the dark bush underneath. "Better make it less than a minute." 

"Why Jess?" She asked. "Are you going to make a mess in your jeans?" She glanced over at Adam who looked at his watch. 

"Go." 

Summer turned around and lowered her butt down to the bulge in Jess's jeans. She felt the hard rod between her cheeks and rubbed forward and back. She grabbed his hands and brought them to her waist. "Hold on to me." 

The panties pulled into Summer's crack which gave Jess a bird's eye view. As a virgin he was almost ready to cum when Adam called time. 

"I can see that you liked that," Summer giggled after lifting up and walking away. 

Jess sat up and covered his erection as he spun. It pointed between Summer and Tess so he spun again and it pointed to his sister. "If you are so brave take off your jeans." 

Tess glanced at Summer and winked before standing and slowly removing her denim. She faced away from Jess to make sure he got a good look at her butt and then turned proudly to show the front and the stretched black triangle covering her pubes and lips.  

The game progressed for a few more rounds until they were all sitting in just their undies. They knew that the next article of clothing removed would expose a private area. Since none of them were saying "truth" anymore they all agreed to just do dares but no dares about removing any clothes. 

"Are you sure about this?" Jess asked his sister not caring that she could see the seven inch rise in his boxers. 

"Yes, are you?" She smiled back at him. It was her turn as she spun the bottle and it pointed to Summer. "I dare you to reach down into Jess's boxers and jerk him off." 

"Shit Tess," Jess said nervous about having a level of sex in front of her. "How about we go into another room?" 

"Getting afraid Jess?" She teased. "Chicken?" 

He glared at her and leaned back on his elbows. Although he was a virgin his past girlfriend had given him a lot of hand jobs. "Sure go ahead." 

Summer could see that he was well endowed. She knelt next to his hip and slowly unbuttoned the one pearl button before reaching her small hand into the hole and curling it around his bare shaft. Her thumb gathered some pre-cum from the tip and rubbed it into her palm for lubrication. As she started stroking he moved completely down. 

Tess now could see that Jess was bigger than Adam. She also realized that she was jealous of Summer. She found herself touching the front of her panties as she watched her brother being jerked-off. 

"Time," Adam said to keep Jess from climaxing. 

Summer moved her hand out and rubbed it over his boxers to get his juices off her fingers. She leaned over to spin the bottle and saw it pointing at Tess. She wanted to get the undies off and knew of only one way. 

Tess saw the mischief in Summer's eyes. "Uh..oh." 

"I dare you to french kiss your brother for two minutes." 

"What? I'm not french kissing my own sister," Jess said sitting up. "Are you nuts?" 

"Then take off your boxers," Summer grinned. "Or are you as chicken as Tess says you are?" 

"Why do I have to take something off? She won't do it either." 

"Because I didn't say that I wouldn't do it," Tess grinned. "You're the coward." 

Jess wanted to get up and go to his room but seeing Summer in her underwear prevented him from leaving. "I don't think that you will do it." He stood up and smiled. 

Tess did the same and as they looked eye to eye their bodies came together. They felt the forbidden flesh as her breasts pressed into his chest and his cock pressed into her belly. Their lips trembled when they touched and parted. 

Their passions, the weed and the feel of their hot bodies made them forget their relationship as their tongues tasted and played. His hands moved up and down her back while hers hands pulled his upper body into her breasts. 

Adam glanced over at Summer and smiled. They had not even gone this far kissing and knew that their time was coming that night. He could see Jess's cock pressing into his girlfriend's body and saw her body rubbing against it. He looked at his watch and called time. 

Both continued kissing for almost five seconds after Adam made the announcement. She smiled at him as she turned and walked back next to Adam. Tess spun the bottle and it pointed at Adam. 

"Kiss Summer for two minutes like we just did." 

Adam and his sister moved together and didn't wait for anyone to say go. Their tongues danced as their hands roamed up and down their backs including their asses. His thigh pressed into her covered pussy until she moaned and rubbed her thigh up against his hard-on. By the time they finished all four we breathing hard and ragged. He spun the bottle and it pointed to Jess. 

"I dare you to finger Summer's pussy." 

Jess smiled and looked at Summer. After all she had stroked him a few minutes earlier. 

"Come over here and I'll sit on your lap," she said as she stood up by the chair. 

Jess stood with his erection pushing straight outward and moved to the chair. His hands moved to her waist as she sat again on his shaft but this time she guided his right hand around to the front and then under the top of her panties. Her legs spread to give Tess and Adam a good view of the shape of his fingers as they parted her lips and rubbed over her wetness. 

"Ummm, you did this before haven't you?" She sighed. 

He had fingered his past girlfriend but when his fingers slipped inside of Summer's pussy he realized the difference. By the way things were going he knew that he would not be a virgin at the end of the night. 

"Thirty more seconds," Adam said. He saw the panties move to the side enough to view the finger as it pushed in and out of her depths. 

"Oh God," Summer said almost there. Her hips were rising and falling on his hard shaft to keep the pressure on her clitty. 

"Time," Adam said. 

"A little bit more," Summer begged. But Jess pulled out and away his fingers. He wanted to keep her hot. "You tease," she said as she stood to let him get up and sit back down on the floor. 

Jess spun and it pointed to Adam. "Touch Tess the same place I touched Summer." 

"My pussy Jess. Is that where you want him to touch?" Tess grinned. 

Jess grinned and nodded. He leaned over to get a better view up between her legs. Adam didn't disappoint him as his fingers moved under her thong and gently rubbed over her raised clitoris. The movements of his fingers pulled the panties to the side enough to Jess to see the puff of blonde fuzz and half of her pink lips. 

Tess smiled at her brother knowing that he could see her pussy. It was a huge turn on as Adam took his time teasing and rubbing. She was close to cuming when Summer called time. 

Adam spun the bottle and it pointed to Tess. He wondered if she would mess around seriously with her brother. "I dare you to jerk off your brother." 

"ADAM!" She gasped before smacking him on his arm. "I can't do that." She looked at Jess to see if he agreed but he was only smiling. "I'll take off my bra." 

Jess was up for the jerking off but when she said she would remove her bra he sat up to see her better. 

Tess's fingers trembled while she released the front clasp. Since Adam and Summer had already seen her naked she was only showing them for the first time to Jess. She teasingly pulled the cups to the side until her white mounds with cherry tips appeared. 

"You're bigger than I thought," Jess smiled. 

"So are you," she smiled back looking at his tent. Tess took the bottle and gave it a big spin. It pointed to Summer. "Same thing. Jerk off Adam." 

As much as Summer wanted to do it she wanted everyone to get naked first. She didn't comment as she pulled off her bra and released her nice firm boobs with long hard tips. Summer spun and it pointed to Adam. "Come here and suck on my titties." 

Jess and Tess figured that he would remove his undies but he stood up and moved to Summer's chair. Jess smiled as Adam's mouth engulfed Summer's right nipple. The line of brother and sister being intimate was being crossed with no turning back. 

"Do it easy," Summer instructed. A minute later he moved back and spun the bottle. It pointed back at him and he spun again. This time it pointed to Tess. Again he told her to jerk off her brother. This time she would have to do it or remove her panties. 

"What should I do Jess? What do you want me to do?" She stood up facing him. "Do you want me to take these off?" She toyed with the panty waistband. 

"Sure," Jess grinned. He had always wanted to see his sister naked and was just about to get his wish. 

Tess pushed down one side which lowered the front to her blonde bush and then the other side. Since Jess was on the floor looking up he saw the thong pulling away from the wet slit. The panties moved downward but his eyes stayed on her pink pussy lips. 

Tess giggled and tossed them aside. She moved down on her knees and spun the bottle. It pointed to Summer. "Same thing. Jerk off Adam." 

Summer knew that Tess wanted her to get naked as well. She stood up proudly and pushed off her panties. Now only the guys were wearing their underwear. 

The room was full of sexual tension as Summer spun the bottle. It pointed to Jess. "I dare you to kiss your sister's pussy."

"Shit," Jess said not ready for that dare. He looked at Tess who smiled back. "I guess you can make the decision now. My boxers or my mouth?" 

She pointed to the boxers. 

Jess was nervous as he lifted his hips and lowered his boxers. His hard and thin seven inch cock popped upward when the boxers moved by. He kicked them off his feet and sat back proudly. 

He spun and the bottle pointed to Summer. "I dare you to take off Adam's underwear." 

"Hey it's not my dare," Adam complained. 

"We can't dare you to take off your clothes but we can dare someone else," Jess grinned. He wanted everyone to be naked. 

"Chicken?" Summer asked. 

Adam let his sister pull off his boxers and sat back with his six inch thicker tower. All were naked so it was time for the serious stuff. 

"So what happens now if someone doesn't want to do the dare?" Adam asked with the bottle about to be spun. 

"They will be the grand chicken shit," Summer smiled. She had two hard cocks ready for her needs. 

"Is everyone ready to play this game all the way?" Adam asked looking at Tess and Jess. He knew that Summer would. 

"I will," Tess said looking at her brother. 

"All the way," Jess repeated. He knew it meant with Tess as well. 

"All the way," Summer grinned looking at Adam. 

"OK." Jess smiled. Adam spun the bottle and it pointed at Tess. 

"I dare you to jerk off your brother." It was the third straight time he said the same dare." 

Tess stood up and walked over to Jess. "Stay on your back." She dropped to her knees and spit in her right hand. "Are you ready?" 

Jess could only nod and jerked back when her soft warm fingers curled around his shaft. He closed his eyes imagining that it was not his sister stroking his cock. "Oh God." 

Tess took her time touching and stroking. She cupped and played with his balls and teased her middle finger underneath at his rear hole. She knew time was about up so her fingers moved into warp speed. 

"OHHHH!" Jess cried out when his cannon erupted. His hot spunk shot out onto is stomach almost filling his navel. 

"I'll get some tissues," Summer said seeing the box on a nearby table. After Jess cleaned off his stomach and Tess her fingers Tess spun the bottle. It pointed to Summer. 

Tess had never given a blow job and wanted to see how it was done. She giggled before she said, "I dare you to give Adam a blow job." 

"A blow job?" Summer repeated. It was actually something that she had refused to do for her boyfriend. "Can I do a hand job?" 

"Look who's chicken now," Adam said hoping for his first oral released. 

"I'm not chicken," Summer glared. She moved to his knees and pushed them outward to enable her body to drop between them. Her fingers wrapped around his cock and held it up as she looked over at Tess. "Start the timer." 

Adam's eyes opened wide when his sister's tongue licked from the base of his cock to the tip. She licked off the pre-cum droplets and then engulfed the whole crown. Even though she had never given a blowjob she knew what to do. Her lips locked tight as her head lifted and lowered. Up and down for thirty seconds. It was enough to take her brother over the edge. "AHHHH! I'M CUMING!"

Summer managed to get her lips off as the first load blasted out. She aimed the prick at his stomach until it was empty. 

"Wow," Tess said as Summer licked her lips and walked back to her seat. She grinned when the bottle pointed to her. "Come here Jess." She opened her legs and parted her bush. 

Jess too had never gone down on his late girlfriend but it didn't take rocket science to figure out where to lick and suck. He moved between his sister's legs and heard Adam yell go. 

"Oh God," Tess moaned feeling his tongue and teeth deeply into her inner lips. It felt as if his whole face was about to go inside. He licked up and down her clitty and then she felt his finger discover that she was not a virgin. His face moved away as he fingered her and looked at her. 

"I guess you are the only virgin in the room," Tess giggled. Her eyes closed when he resumed licking and sucking. When he was done Jess spun the bottle. 

"What's my dare?" Summer asked. She saw Jess hesitate but knew what he wanted. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She saw that he was hard and ready. 

"Yes," he said hoping that she would. 

"I think we can forget about the timer now," Summer said. She straddled his hips with her knees and reached under her to aim his cock head up to her pussy lips. "Get ready for heaven." 

Tess and Adam had a bird's eye view of his penis as it slowly disappeared into her moist hole. She reached for Adam's hard-on and pulled him until they were lying next to their siblings. "Fuck me," Tess commanded. 

Jess didn't know that his sister was being fucked next to him until she grabbed his hand between their bodies. He looked over and smiled as Adam and Summer moved up and down. 

Only moans and bodies smacking together were heard in the room. Since both guys had already climaxed they were able to hold out longer this time. Five then ten minutes went by until all four were ready to explode. 

"I'm going to cum," Tess cried. Her hand left her brothers to reach down and pull Adam closer. "DON'T STOP!" 

"Me too," Jess whined like a little boy. "It feels so hot...ohhhh." 

"NOW!" Tess screamed. Adam held in his groans when he let his spunk go deep inside of her. 

"DO IT! CUM INSIDE OF ME!" Summer yelled. 

"I AM! CAN YOU FEEL IT?" Jess laughed. 

Summer felt his discharge and climaxed herself. "AHHHH!" 

*****

Both Tess and Jess fell asleep after their mutual fucking session with Adam and Summer. It was 2 AM when she felt hands moving up to cup and caress her breasts. She turned and opened her eyes expecting to see Adam but saw her brother instead. 




Chicken



"You are so beautiful," he whispered. His face moved towards hers and waited for hers to turn. When it did their lips touched and opened. 

Neither cared that they were alone and that Adam and Summer had left. All they cared about was touching and kissing for almost an hour. He rubbed into her pussy while she stroked him until he was rock hard. 

He looked at her as he moved between her opened legs. "Tess." 

She smiled and nodded. Their eyes remained locked as he entered her. "Go slow." 

Jess took his time moving in and out deeper and deeper until their matching blonde pubic mounds twisted together. As twins they had never been as close both physically and mentally. He had the rhythm now as her legs curled around his hips to hold him tight. 

"I love you Jess," she whispered. 

"Me too......me too." 

They moved as one for another ten minutes before his hips moved faster and faster. She hung on as they both climaxed. 

*****

Adam and Summer were dead tired as well when they got home. Since their parents were there they couldn't take the chance to do what they wanted to do. After kissing by her door for a few minutes she pushed him away. "Maybe tomorrow." 

They slept well that night and Adam woke up at 10:05AM wondering if they were alone. He was wearing his cotton shorts when he walked downstairs. Not hearing a sound he walked into the kitchen and saw his sister leaning over the table reading the comics. She was wearing a long tee shirt. 

"Mom will be gone for a few hours," she said without looking back. "I was hoping that you would be up soon." 

"Why is that?" He grinned moving up to her ass and lifting her shirt. He was not surprised that she was not wearing panties. His fingers moved under her ass and discovered how damp her pussy was. "What have you been doing?" 

"Getting it all wet and lubricated for you," she answered as she opened her legs and moved down onto her elbows. She peeked under her body and saw his shorts fall to his ankles and felt the hard tip press up into her opened pussy. He hesitated. 

"You're not chicken are you?" She giggled. A second later his thick cock rushed into her moist oven. 

"OHHH......" She cried as he fucked her doggie style. Their bodies pushed the table sideways until it jammed against the sink. "WAIT!" She said moving to the side until he moved out. She jumped up onto the table and opened her legs. "This way." 

They both could now watch their bodies become one again. He cupped her tits as he fucked in and out of her honey pot. Ten minutes later their screams filled the house. 

*****

It was a week later when Adam brought a new girl home. "This is Sue my new girlfriend." 

After Sue met the family Summer pulled her brother aside. "What happen to Tess?" 

"She doesn't want to leave the house," Adam smiled. They moved back into the kitchen with Sue and after their parents left to go shopping for a new car Summer walked Sue outside and looked the hot tub. "Do you have a brother?" 

"Yes but he's a year older," Sue replied. 

"Good," Summer smiled. "Would you like to join me in the hot tub?" 

Sue laughed. "Sorry but I didn't bring my bathing suit." 

Summer pulled her shirt over her bare breasts. "You're not chicken are you?" 

*****

Ending note: I hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to vote...Slick.



Chicken



My thanks again to Glenda Fiddich for invaluable support, advice and encouragement.

There is no sex in this story. 

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We'd met at work quite accidently. She was the owner's oldest daughter but still his favourite little princess. At twenty-two years of age and a University graduate with some meaningless degree she stood five foot six inches tall. Janet was every man's walking dream with a stunning body and smile that would melt an iceberg. She had long flowing blond hair and the loveliest blue eyes ever seen. 

I was already in the lift coming back from lunch when she came running through the foyer to catch it. I guessed she was in a hurry to meet with her father. As she entered the lift she stumbled in her high heels and tripped, in the process falling all over me; we both ended up on the floor. I rose to my feet fairly quickly and helped her up then lent a hand to pick up the contents of her Mary Poppins sized hand bag that had spilt.

I was amazed at how much she could fit into it let alone have the strength to carry it. To be honest I'd seen her before and I was one of the besotted males who idolized her all the time knowing she didn't even see us when she walked past. I knew the floor she wanted and pushed the button and as the lift rose I continued to assist her.

I was handing her the last of the contents of her hand bag as the lift doors opened and as I did so I looked into her beautiful eyes and smiled. She cocked her head then looked at my name badge then whispered, "James Thomas". 

That was me! 

"Such a sweet name... I like it," and turned then exited the lift leaving me standing there still smiling. Once she was out of the lift she turned and looked back at me as the doors shut. I was smitten. 

I was still smiling when the lift arrived back down on my floor and I returned to my work station not quite ready to unravel the mysteries of the accounting software package our company was interested in purchasing. 

Next day was pay day and I was about to go on lunch with some of my friends when she appeared at my desk and told me we had to hurry to get to our lunch booking on time. I was stunned and looked around seeing everyone around me staring at us wondering how I'd managed to achieve the impossible and get a lunch date with the Princess.

Things moved quickly after that and within days I was called to the owner's office and told in no uncertain terms what would happen if I hurt his daughter... my job was being threatened because she seemed to like me. I'd studied four long hard years to obtain my degree and find a job I loved and didn't want to lose it.

As it happened we clicked and got on so well although I was kept poor keeping her in the manner in which she was accustomed. It wasn't that I was poorly paid but more a problem of where she wanted to go and how much places like that cost. I was ever mindful that if I pissed her off I'd lose my job so I just put up with all of her demands.

I should mention that she'd promised her parents she'd be a virgin when she married and stood steadfast by her word. That was frustrating but it also meant no one else was getting any from her either.

Almost six months to the day as we came out from lunch she stopped in front of the large display window of a classy jewellery store just to "look at dress rings." I'd only just managed to pay my credit card off and I knew I was in trouble. My recent rapid promotions at work had meant I was finally making more than she spent when we went out.

Janet made some excuse to go inside "just to browse" and I stood with her as she tried on several nice pieces of jewellery then somehow she ended up trying on engagement rings. Before long I knew her ring size and the ring she loved. It was all happening very fast but I'd planned to ask her in a few months anyway. I told her I needed to get back to work and as she turned without her noticing I motioned to the salesman to hold the ring and I'd be back shortly.

I walked her to her car in our building car park then after she left I walked back and somehow managed to purchase the ring she'd fallen in love with. Arriving back into work late I bumped into her father who looked at his watch then raised his eyebrows at me. It's amazing what you can sometimes get away with at work when the boss's daughter loves you.

It was now or never and stopped to talk with him. He was late for a meeting somewhere so as I asked if I could come over that evening to speak with him and his wife I held the ring box in my hand.

He smiled when he saw it and nodded and told me he'd see me for dinner with the family. I returned his nod knowing that dinner was served precisely at eight every night. It was Wednesday so the whole family would be there as was their custom. Janet wouldn't know I'd be there until she came down from her room to eat. 

I always enjoyed eating with her family. Her sisters were a lot of fun and her mother and father liked me... I think. From the start they'd certainly welcomed me in and treated me like a son they didn't have. My parents had died in car crash some years before and it felt good to be loved again. 

Janet was the oldest of three sisters and by far the prettiest. The next oldest was Debby. She was exceptionally smart and although pretty in her own way was quite plain if she stood next to Janet. She was also a little chunkier with long mousey brown hair and brown eyes. It didn't take long to realize she had an abundance of personality and a loving nature. The youngest was many years their junior and most probably an accident. She'd be a stunner like Janet when she was older.

I liked Debby a lot though and quickly noticed she had to work so much harder than Janet to be accepted. She was doing IT at university and unlike Janet was looking forward to working in her father's company when she finished. If she had a boyfriend I never heard her talk about him or saw him.

Debby was always underfoot asking so many questions involving concepts she was learning at university, particularly when Janet took her time to come downstairs. We got on so well and always had so much fun together and sometimes I got the feeling I'd be more suited to Debby. It was far too late to change ships in mid-ocean. Besides I loved Janet even though I always let her have her way and walk all over me.

Janet was surprised to see me standing at the table waiting for her and after everyone was seated their father told everyone he'd invited me. Dinner was nice and the wine was something special brought up from his cellars and when we finished eating I turned to her father.

He'd obviously told Janet's mother why I was there and she'd said nothing as well but I could see her squeezing her husband's hand until it turned white. I smiled then politely asked him if he would allow me the pleasure of asking for Janet's hand in marriage. The three girls started squealing as their mother and father shed tears of joy and then he told me I had their permission.

As I turned to Janet I took the box from my pocket and opened it as I asked her to marry me. After dinner the women went into a huddle searching for the right date and they decided to wait six months before we married. I assumed the women wanted enough time to organize everything and as it happened there was another big promotion for me.

The wedding went off like a military operation any General would've been proud of. The service was flawless and the reception was fit for a king. No expense was spared and the meal was perfect. 

Janet wanted to spend our honeymoon in Hawaii and was adamant we'd spend our first night as a married couple there so immediately after the cutting of the cake and changing into travelling clothes we were whisked away by limo to the airport to catch our flight - first class of course; it cost me a bundle.

As we boarded I noticed one of the caterers sitting much further back. He saw us and waved. I waved half-heartedly as I didn't like him when I'd met him and thought him sleazy. Janet thought he was cute but all I saw was a predator. 

Half way through the flight I started to feel unwell and by the time we landed I'd used several sick bags. I'd never been air-sick before so wondered if I'd caught or eaten something. There was a serious vomiting virus doing the rounds at work before I'd left and I decided it must've been it.

But the time we'd signed in at the Hilton and gone to our honeymoon suite I knew I was in serious trouble. I could see Janet was distressed that I was so sick and that her perfect wedding night plans had been destroyed. The last thing I remember was having a shower to try to feel better then waking up in hospital with Janet beside me asleep on a chair. 

She woke with a start when I vomited into a bag just as a doctor entered the private room. As he circled my bed to check me out I saw my carry-on bag tucked into the wardrobe... Janet must've brought it up with some clothes and toiletries. He told me what I'd already suspected and that I had a serious strain of the vomiting virus; maybe Janet had said something about it.

I suggested to Janet that she catch a cab back to our hotel and shower and change then have something to eat before coming back up to join me. I could see she was worried by the tears in her eyes but she agreed and left. I'd see her in a few hours.

The doctor told me I should've starting feeling much better; but I wasn't. The pain in my stomach was getting worse and now I was just vomiting bile. My stomach muscles hurt so much that when I had to vomit I felt like I was about to shed tears from the extreme pain.

Before I'd met Janet I'd had a similar virus but it felt nothing like what I was feeling now and started to think it felt more like when I'd eaten some bad chicken from the local deli and got really sick. 

I asked the doctor if it could've been food poisoning from the chicken I'd eaten at our wedding but he told me Janet had already phoned her parents and all of her friends and no one had food poisoning so that was unlikely. Then he reminded me that he was the doctor and I'd do better to stick with my computers. Janet must've been doing a lot of talking since I'd collapsed.

Janet never came back that night. She phoned after a late dinner saying she was tired and would see me next day. I'd like to think that I dozed on and off but usually it was the vomiting that woke me every time. 

I could see the doctor was worried and ordered blood tests and analysis of what I was bringing up. About the same time as the results came back I'd almost convinced him it could've been food poisoning.

No matter what he gave to cure me nothing worked and I could tell he was getting frantic trying to think of something that could help me... no drugs seemed to be working. At least he was straight with me when he told me it was potentially getting more fatal every day. 

After lunch, Janet was with me again... she told me her body clock was confused by the different time zones. I could already see that although she was worried she was really bored. Towards dinner time she kissed me on the cheek and told me she had to get back to the hotel for dinner as she had booked so I said good night just before I started vomiting bile again.

I barely slept that night as the vomiting became much worse then finally I'd had enough and next morning I bribed a nurse to find me some baking soda. She didn't ask why but she easily agreed as I slipped a fifty into her hand and told me she'd be back after her lunch break.

I could see the doctor was even more worried and said if I didn't improve soon my body would start to shut down. I really needed Janet with me but she hadn't been back since the evening before. Finally she showed up but seemed different somehow. I quickly picked up her mind was elsewhere. 

She didn't stay long and I didn't even get a kiss before she said good-bye and walked out. She stopped and I heard her asking the doctor how much longer I'd be in for and shook her head as he told her easily another week or more at a minimum. 

My bed was near a window and I missed her so much and wanted to see her as she caught a taxi back to our hotel. I leaned over as far as I could and watched and waited then saw her walking down the path to the taxi rank. Then she waved.

Except something was very wrong; she wasn't looking up at me or even in my general direction but at a man standing down near the taxis waving back. My heart hurt instantly from jealously and then I recognised him. He was the sleaze from the catering company... the predator. The pain was too much when I saw them embrace before entering a waiting cab.

The pain I felt then was worse than anything I'd felt so far. I must've been crying or at least had tears in my eyes when my nurse appeared with my baking soda. She just stared blankly at me and told me she'd passed them as she came back from the shops. 

Then she said, "She's not worth the pain. If she cared about you she'd be here instead of out with lover-boy. Get the evidence while they both think you're here and they're not expecting it." 

She dug in her pocket and pulled out a card and handed it to me. "Here's my brother's card. He's a good private investigator and his office is across the road. I'll get him right over here. He's sitting in his office doing nothing at the moment. I was just over there talking to him. Let him find out what's really going on and then you can decide what to do. Who knows; they might just be long lost cousins."

I couldn't chase after her... I could barely move my arms let alone stand. I knew they weren't cousins and just thanked her then gave a weak smile as she used the phone beside my bed to call him. When she hung up I asked her to bring three cups of boiling water and a teaspoon as well as some extra bags to vomit into. She looked at me like I was mad but she did it. I dissolved a teaspoon of baking soda into each cup then waited until they were still hot but cool enough to drink.

While we waited I explained that I'd read during some research I'd done on an assignment years before at university that during World War Two there was a famous Australian doctor who was a prisoner of war in Changi Prison who saved his fellow prisoners from dying of food poisoning by treating them with baking soda and the three cups with a spoon in each was his cure. At least it was worth a try.

It was hard drinking it knowing I'd be vomiting again but what would happen if I didn't would be much worse. I drank the first cup knowing that as soon as it reached my stomach it would be straight back up; and it did; into a waiting receptacle. The second cup went down and sat in my stomach for a brief moment before it returned to the outside world with a vengeance as well, then the third cup was swallowed and the nurse waited for the explosive vomit to appear except it didn't.

She asked, "What happened to it? Why haven't you vomited?"

"No more vomiting and I'll be out of here soon I hope. It's gotta work, nothing else seems to be helping." I could see the questioning expression on her face and said, "I have no idea how it works, it just does. It worked in the Japanese prisoner of war camp and I'm praying it still works now."

"Your doctor won't be back for two days so let's see how you go. If your loving wife phones instead of coming up I'll tell her you're in a bad way and totally bedridden. Maybe the guilt will make her see the light."

I'd just finished speaking and the nurse's brother walked into my room. I looked up at him and he held out his arm and we shook hands. Janet then phoned saying she was visiting tourist sites and wouldn't be back up as we planned... she thought she'd be too tired again after dinner. Once she said that I only heard blah, blah, blah, blah as she told me where she intended to go. 

I explained to the PI what I was scared was happening and we discussed what we could do to confirm or disprove my worst fears and he smiled when I told him the hotel room was booked in my name. We decided he should plant hidden cameras throughout our suite straight away while she was out visiting tourist landmarks during the afternoon and he'd follow them over the next few days. As luck would have it I still had my swipe card for the hotel suite in my wallet so he could gain easy entry while my wife was out. 

An hour or so later he phoned to say the cameras were installed. He was quick and obviously knew his work. After that he stayed at the hotel and waited for my wife to come back then secretly videoed them from his secluded spot. He then phoned me again and told me they'd gone to separate rooms to get changed for dinner.

I was really worried about Janet being near that sleaze and I tried to phone her numerous times but she didn't pick up. After a while her phone was turned off. I tried to get out of my bed but was too weak and collapsed. I had to save her. 

I still felt like shit but at least I didn't vomit again. I felt a needle prick in my arm and any thoughts of saving my bride were lost as I sank into a deep drug induced sleep. I must've been out all night and when I woke all I could do was think about not being able to stop that predator fucking my wife. Maybe I should've spent my money on someone who would've made sure he couldn't get near her.

I wanted to get up to try to save what was left of my marriage but I was strapped to the bed. I just kept on struggling until the nurses noticed and sedated me again. When I awoke my friendly nurse was on shift and she released me from my restraints and cleaned me up. 

I asked if Janet had been up to see me and she checked the visitor's book and couldn't see her name since I'd seen her get into the taxi with that sleaze but she did say Janet had phoned the last two days about lunch time. 

The doctor finally showed up and was amazed I hadn't thrown up again and the nurse told him I'd taken the Baking Soda. He'd never heard of it being used before and asked a lot of questions I couldn't answer except the most important one. I hadn't vomited since. He said I needed to stay a few days longer to regain some strength and warned me if I tried to leave I'd be restrained as I was still too weak to even walk. 

I told my nurse I still had to rescue my bride but I could already see a pained look in her eyes. I didn't want her to tell me but I knew what was coming when she said her brother had evidence of her infidelity. 

Her lover had even moved into our room and the sex had been almost non-stop. It was too late and she held me while I cried on her shoulder. My marriage was over without even having been consummated.

I had her note on my file at reception saying there was no change in my condition and I was sedated. I was gaining a little strength by the hour as I started to eat limited amounts of steamed rice and dry toast. 

The final lab tests came back and confirmed the chicken I had eaten had been tampered with a highly unusual strain of botulism; it was man made in a laboratory in my home state and had been developed years ago for germ warfare. My doctor then told me that the police and other interested agencies in my home state had been sent a full report and they were waiting for my return.

As I gained my strength I set about straightening my life up. Janet had totally ceased visiting and no longer phoned after she'd been told that day I'd be discharged in time for our flight home. I still couldn't even get her on her phone and even left messages at the hotel reception. I really missed her and by now all the nurses knew what had happened and looked after me. 

One of my new friend's close co-workers, another nurse, came in one day and told me her father was a divorce lawyer in my home town and she phoned him while she was with me. She told him I was a good friend and had been poisoned at my wedding and the culprit had stolen my bride. It seemed my bride no longer cared for me and I wanted a divorce. 




Chicken



I interrupted then and told her we'd signed a pre-nup in which if proven, the unfaithful partner would only walk away with a little more than their clothes... it was harsh one. Her father had insisted I sign it to protect their family interests but Janet had insisted on signing it as well. I didn't have a copy with me but could get one to him as soon as I returned home. I could almost hear him smiling.

My private investigator visited to give me his regular briefing and to let me know he'd sent copies of what he'd recorded to my lawyer. I could see he was upset and I asked him if there was a problem. His response made me think a little.

"Because you're still in here I've sent copies of everything to your lawyer then phoned him and told him to pay particular attention to some of it. When I said I was coming over to see you he asked me to let you know he was ready and waiting. 

"I was checking on the recordings before I sent them. I hate doing it now because I know what it means to most marriages. Look, I wished I'd paid more attention on that first night. He drugged her you know; I don't understand how I missed it at the time. 

"If I'd seen him do it I would've rescued her. By the way she was flirting with him I honestly thought they'd already had sex. I confirmed it all when I watched the recording when he phoned his brother and told him how successful the whole thing had been.

"In the recording he's boasting that what they put in your chicken worked great and they'd have to get some more from their cousin while he's still working at the laboratory. He's under the impression the doctors didn't have a clue so they're going to use it again real soon on another couple, only it'll be his brother's turn to get the bride. 

"Anyway, it left Janet vulnerable and then he drugged her after convincing her to have dinner with him. Shit, the bastard was even raving about how he'd even got her cherry. I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry. 

"The thing is, he only used it on her the once. Since that first time she's been insatiable and can't get enough sex from him. I've got a separate DVD here of his admission of your poisoning for you to pass on to the police. I can send it to them if you like.

"My sister's told me the police already have the medical and lab results and are waiting for you to return to give your statement and of course this recorded confession then they'll arrest and charge him and his brother. When they track down their cousin he talks about, he'll be arrested as well if the Feds don't get to him first.

"When I told your lawyer about the poison, he told me he'd start on the paperwork to have it ready to sue the catering company for contaminating your food, not that it'll save your marriage. He's also got the paperwork ready for you to sign when you get home to proceed with your divorce.

"If you were thinking of forgiving her you need to be aware they've planned to keep on meeting and keeping their affair going. She told him she wouldn't leave you for him because she still loved you. In any case he's married and his wife's family owns the catering company so I'm sure he would be dumping Janet when he gets bored.

"You know your wife planned to get pregnant during your honeymoon... it has something to do with a fortune her grandmother left her in her will that had conditions attached. It only gets worse when you listen to them talking about maybe her already being pregnant and you raising his kid.

I knew he was trying to help me but every time he opened his mouth to bring me up to date it only got worse. I had no reason to doubt what he said and it only made me more distressed. Then he did it again when he added, "The bastard is even wearing your clothes now. Your wife told him he should to improve his image." 

All I could do was shake my head knowing I'd never wear those clothes any more just as I knew I'd never touch Janet again.

Some strength returned much quicker than anticipated so I thanked everyone for their support and assistance then discharged myself. I booked myself on the first available flight home and caught a taxi to the airport.

There was no one to meet me when I flew in; no one was expecting me and certainly not without my beautiful bride. Without Janet and her family around me I was alone in the world again. I'd already moved all my clothes into the mansion Janet's parents had given us as a wedding present so I went there. 

On my way home; what a joke that was - what fucking home - I phoned my lawyer asking him if he could call over to my house in the morning so that I could sign everything he needed. It had been a long hard day and although I didn't think I'd be able to sleep I soon nodded off while watching some television.

The next thing I knew I was awakened by shouts and being roughly manhandled to the floor. I was kicked and punched while I curled up on the floor trying to escape what was happening to me. They handcuffed me then read me my rights and I was being charged with so much. 

I couldn't believe it! I'd done nothing wrong; just sleep in my house. They said they were charging me with breaking and entering, trespassing and when they could find what I'd stolen there'd be theft added as well.

Every time I tried to speak I was kicked hard and told to shut up. All was quiet for a moment then I heard one of the police ask someone if they knew me or had seen me around before.

I couldn't see her but I knew her voice straight away as she demanded they throw the book at me for what I'd done. At the same time I heard another familiar voice over near the door asking to come in. I was kicked again then felt a policeman under each arm then they roughly dragged me to my feet. 

I heard Debby gasp then my lawyer explode as he read the riot act to all the police in attendance. 

"He's the owner you fucking morons!" he screamed. "I'll have all your badge numbers; you're all in deep shit. Why have you cuffed and assaulted him?"

Debby was crying and ran towards me. The police let me go and I dropped to the floor still hurting from the numerous heavy kicks I'd received. 

There was a deathly silence as I heard my lawyer obviously on his phone demanding to be put through to the Police Commissioner. I heard muttering all around me and quiet swearing under their breaths as my cuffs were removed far more gently than they'd been applied.

They tried to pick me up again but I screamed in agony from some obviously badly hurt ribs. Debby was screaming hysterically not to hurt me as I pleaded for no one to touch me; she was leaning over me crying and telling me Janet was franticly looking for me in Hawaii and she'd phone her to tell her she'd found me.

I was feeling quite faint, probably caused by the kick to my head but I managed to reach up and grab her arm and beg her to tell no one I was back and if she wanted the reason to watch the DVD sitting in front of the television and talk to my lawyer. I couldn't finish what I wanted to say as everything when black about me, yet again.

In my semi-conscious state I could hear the beeping around me and I prayed everything had been a bad nightmare and I still had my honeymoon ahead of me. Was it Janet holding my hand ever so gently and were they her tears I could feel on my hand that was held to her cheek?

Slowly I opened my eyes and had trouble becoming accustomed to the bright fluorescent lights above me. I could already feel my chest strapped from where I'd been repeatedly kicked. As my other senses slowly kicked in I could hear whoever it was sitting next to me whispering over and over, "I'm so sorry James. Please forgive me for what I've done. It shouldn't have happened. James; my god what've I done?" 

I began to recall the worst two weeks of my life and wondered if my loving wife had finally found me and was begging for my forgiveness. 

Wait; the perfume was wrong and her voice was much gentler; it wasn't Janet. My eyes finally opened and before I could focus she jumped up and started yelling, "He's awake! He's awake!"

I saw it was Debby beside me still holding my wet hand and her cheek was red from holding my hand against it. I looked around and saw my lawyer; I remembered his face from the photos his daughter had shown in hospital and from seeing him at my house. Then I closed my eyes and sighed as I remembered the pain I had woken to god knows how long ago now.

I heard a mad scramble and felt hands on me and a bloody cold stethoscope. Someone was pulling my eye lids up and shining a stinking bright light into my eyes. I could hear the heart monitor beeping steadily beside me so I knew I was alive; why couldn't they leave me alone. I'd have to remember not to sigh again if that was to be the result. Slowly they pulled back away from me.

When I opened my eyes and looked around the room seemed nearly full but I only recognised two of them. Debby was still crying as she introduced my lawyer to me then he took over and did the honours; my treating doctor was first and there was a nurse who'd be in my room the whole time until I recovered; the State was picking up the bill. 

Next came the Police Commissioner and then the District Attorney and because my lawyer suggested I already feared for my life after a very recent poisoning attempt they even introduced the two police who'd be stationed at my door until I recovered. In truth it was all very chaotic. 

Then there was silence for a few moments with the only sound being that of Debby still crying and the heart monitor beating away steadily, thank goodness; at least that was reassuring. 

The Police Commissioner broke the silence and approached me saying he wanted to apologise on behalf of the Police Department for the actions of a few very over-zealous men. Then he happened to mention that he was having a hard time dealing with the knowledge of what his son had done. I was sure he didn't want assault charges brought against his men.

I wasn't sure why the District Attorney was in the room until he said they were keen to finalize the paperwork to set the arrest of the two brothers and their cousin in motion but they still needed my signed statement. My lawyer stepped in and read me a prepared statement we'd discussed while I was still in Hawaii so I quickly signed it and the DA left.

The doctor was called away and the two police followed him out the door but then stationed themselves each side of the doorway. When everything settled I finished signing all the documents my lawyer required. He'd found my copy of our pre-nup on the floor next to where I'd gone to sleep the night before. I'd been reading it. 

I whispered some suggestions to my lawyer and as he heard them he just kept nodding with that silly grin on his face. The Police Commissioner had made a slight error in judgement in apologizing for his son who'd been one of the uniformed police who'd attacked me and was obviously concerned now for both their careers if I went public about the police attacking me in my home totally unprovoked.

We closed the door for some privacy and offered some suggestions to the worried father. None were outrageous but never the less he agreed to see if it was possible with his political and legal connections. 

I didn't want much and I wouldn't sue them if I was able to obtain a very quick divorce and I wanted to inflict maximum pain and jail time on the two brothers. If that didn't happen my PI in Hawaii had suggested he'd like to help me out as he still felt a bit responsible.

Debby stayed with me all that first day and night hardly leaving my side; she refused even when I suggested she go home and change. Several times Janet phoned her in tears saying that she still hadn't found me. She'd even mentioned that my luggage was still in our room. 

While she cried Debby confessed to me it was her who'd called the police. She'd visited the house like she did every morning to make sure all was secure. When she arrived she'd seen the mess in the kitchen I'd left and a couple of beer bottles on the floor. My arm was draped over the end of the lounge and without seeing who I was she called the police who'd overreacted. Of course I forgave her as she held my hand to her cheek again.

On one occasion as Debby had her phone on loud speaker when Janet spoke to her, I heard the sleaze bag murmur something in the background. I muted the phone then asked Debby to ask Janet who the man was in her room who was talking in the background. Janet's phone quickly disconnected but then she phoned back minutes later saying the signal must've dropped out. This time there was no noise behind her. 

In the morning my lawyer was back. Somehow I think he was enjoying a case that held so much variety. He confirmed the State officials had agreed in principal to grant the divorce at the first sitting that day based on the evidence we held, the pre-nup and my attempted murder. Maybe the attempted murder was exaggerated more than a little but that was the charge we wanted the brothers prosecuted on. 

Although it held no stead, the fact that our marriage had never been consummated and she'd continuously cheated on me while I lay "near death" in hospital had been taken into account. On top of all that she declared her intent to keep cheating and have the sleaze bag's children. Then he left for court to see if the State would keep its word.

He was back well before lunch with my Final Decree of Divorce and suggested Debby fetch her father without giving reason or destination until he was here with us so the situation could be explained to him. His reputation for explosive reactions to certain situations was well documented.

Debby agreed and left to get her father knowing it was going to be very difficult to get him to our hospital room. She texted me when she was leaving his office with him in hot pursuit and when they arrived our room was darkened with the blinds closed. We could see he wasn't a very happy man and we had no idea what Debby had told him to follow her. The police at the door had him worried.

The police had been briefed to let them in without stopping them and as their eyes adjusted to the darkness I saw the look of surprise on his face. We could easily see he was about to explode so my lawyer quickly intervened and asked him to sit and listen then he could ask his questions.

My lawyer was good and I wondered how much I was going to end up paying; I'd never asked and he'd never said anything. I was surprised when Debby sat next to me on the bed and held my hand and as her father sat he shot an evil look at both of us.

So then my lawyer proceeded to bend the truth a little... but it was sort of based on fact. Besides it sometimes went with the profession I'm told. My father - well ex-father-in-law now - was quickly told that I was under police protection as the authorities feared for my life after having been deliberately poisoned at my wedding. I could see the look of horror on his face.

He continued and told him that while I lay near death on my hospital bed my loving wife had stopped visiting me and I couldn't even get her on the phone while she proceeded to cheat with the man who'd poisoned me. Our marriage had never been consummated and now she was going to probably say she was pregnant to claim her grandmother's huge inheritance.

Debby's father just sat there shaking his head in disbelief then Debby told him she'd seen the DVD evidence of her betrayal of me and listened to their plans to cuckold me well into the future. 

He sounded defeated when he finally said, "But Janet phoned every night telling us all how she was so worried about you and that you were very sick the whole time from a virus. She said she'd stayed by your side the whole time. Then the other day she rang in panic saying you'd just disappeared from hospital while she was away and no one could find you. 

"We were going to fly out to help her but she insisted we meet her here as she had a friend who was going to help her there. She was sure you'd show up before it was time to leave. She even suggested you might've even been a little delirious. She's flying home tomorrow using the return ticket hoping you'll be by her side.

My lawyer continued, "You need to understand that Janet wasn't part of the conspiracy to poison James and is as much of a victim here but sadly she has committed adultery and continued with her infidelity on a daily basis completely ignoring James in his near death situation. 

"Both James and the hospital tried to make contact with Janet in the days before he was released but she didn't respond to their calls so he flew home not knowing where she was anymore. 

"As such the State has made special provision and allowed their divorce to be finalized based on their pre-nup. They're no longer married. Here's some of the photographic evidence taken and you can see it's date and time stamped so you can see her behaviour was not a once only or very occasional thing. I suggest you don't look at them."

My ex-father looked over at me with a look of sadness I'll never forget but then cocked his head the same way Janet did that first time as he looked at Debby holding my hand.

"Are you two?"

"No!" We responded together.

"Debby discovered me at home when I got back from Hawaii and she's stayed with me and helped me through some painful situations over the past few days while I've been hospitalized. Without her, god knows what would've happened to me. She's been like my guardian angel that Janet should've been." 

"Debby, I need to ask a big favour of you honey. Can you stay close to James and look after him for us. Our family owes him so much for what your sister has done. I'm not sure we'll ever get around her total disrespect and lies to all of us. I'll have to talk to your mother and warn her so she doesn't collapse when she finds out what's happened and what Janet's going to find when she gets home."

I spoke again, "Please let Janet stay with you at your house. There's court order forbidding her coming near me because of her association with the caterer while I was sick. Remember she was drugged to start with, and then taken advantage of. 

"I'm so sorry but because of her actions and her blatant infidelity I can never stay married to her. If it had only been the once with that dirt-bag when he drugged her it would've been different and I would've somehow forgiven her; but over the past couple of weeks she has totally destroyed my trust in her. I'll never forget how much I loved her."

While they were talking about what had happened a nurse came in and injected something into my drip then I must've drifted off to sleep. When I awoke it was morning and the others were gone of course but Debby was still beside me sleeping peacefully in a big old arm-chair someone had found for her. 

We still had quite some time to go before Janet's plane arrived so I let Debby sleep. I somehow knew she'd been awake late into the night just sitting there watching me every time I twitched or moved a little.

The Police Commissioner arranged for us to be present when the sleaze-bag was arrested and that of course meant we'd be there when Janet was served her papers. The Commissioner's driver with his car picked us up and dropped us at the main entrance to be met by the head of airport security; his cousin. As we walked in with Debby supporting me a little we were escorted to the mezzanine floor to wait for the show. Strange how after all the times I'd been there over the years I'd never noticed the mezzanine floor before. 

It blended in extremely well with the building design and was a security feature after 9/11. Although all the glass was mirrored if viewed by the general public below in effect they were one way mirrored glass on sliding window tracts. The concept was to provide some additional safety without the public realising they were being watched and monitored the whole time they were in the terminal.




Chicken



While we waited we were given a quick guided tour but by the end I found I could barely take another step and was pushed in a wheel chair after that. I wasn't as recovered as I thought I was and I was sure the beating from the police hadn't helped.

We watched as their parents entered the terminal and waited quietly in the arrivals lounge. Debby went down to meet them and spoke for a few moments to let them know Janet would be delivered her divorce documents as soon as she was in the lounge. 

Debby also let them know I was watching from a wheelchair from above. As I watched her mother put her hand to her mouth I was unsure of what part of the conversation she responded to. I had a feeling it was that I was in a wheelchair because she already knew about the papers.

Soon it was show time and Debby re-joined me as we watched the two lovers enter the terminal from the plane tunnel together. Before they were in view of the public they hugged and kissed and obviously said quick good-byes. As they separated police descended on him and he foolishly tried to resist. Janet watched in horror as he was tasered then cuffed and dragged away kicking and screaming that he'd done nothing wrong. 

A far less confident Janet made her way to the arrivals lounge to pick up her luggage. I'd already been told by my PI in Hawaii they'd left mine at the hotel reception. What a loving wife but by now I expected no less after two weeks of her lovers companionship. She even let him take what clothes he wanted to keep. The bastard had even worn my favourite shirt home. As she entered the lounge she saw her mother waving and made her way towards them. 

Just before she reached them a well-dressed woman stepped in front of her and I flicked on my small receiver and listened. We heard the woman asking her if she was Janet Thomas then we heard Janet reply that she was as she nodded. It was obvious from the questioning tone in her voice she didn't have a clue what was about to happen.

Their mother and father knew what was happening and held each other for support. It was a terrible thing to happen in a close family even in this day and age.

The server continued, "Janet Thomas, you have been served with the Final Decree of Divorce confirming the dissolution of your marriage on the grounds of infidelity. The State has granted James Thomas' request for a divorce and based on your signed pre-nup has awarded him all your joint property and bank accounts apart from $10,000 and your clothing and motor vehicle. The court's decision is final and irrevocable. Good day."

This was the final moment in what was left to my marriage and even after what she'd done to me I found I had tears in my eyes as Janet opened the envelope obviously still uncertain what she'd just been told. I bit my bottom lip and we watched her read the covering letter from the court. Debby squeezed my hand as I stood up and we opened the window in front of us. 

The movement of the window caught her father's attention then both her parents looked up at us as I wiped my tears away. I heard Janet cry out in anguish as she suddenly realised what had happened and looked at her parents for support. Realizing they weren't watching her she followed their gaze and saw Debby and I standing together looking back at her. Then she collapsed.

Terminal staff raced to Janet and she was stretchered to a nearby sick room to recover. Debby still loved her sister and wanted to make sure she was okay before we returned to hospital and wheeled me to where she was resting. Their parents were with her as she cried; pleading with them that she didn't deserve what I'd done to her.

Debby went in and joined them and coldly welcomed her home and told her she'd catch up later. Just as she was leaving Debby turned to Janet and said, "Your lover was the one who poisoned James. He almost died while you betrayed him every day." She turned back to the door and as she passed her mother and father kissed them both on their cheeks. 

As Debby pushed my wheelchair past the door I saw Janet watching us then we heard her scream out, "James, please come back! I didn't know! Please, I still love you! James, please?" Her father restrained her so she couldn't chase after us. 

Debby didn't leave my bed side for more than a few minutes at a time after that. It was another week in hospital until I was released and before I left I was told the brothers and their cousin weren't granted bail at their hearing. It seems the sleaze bag who'd fucked Janet was delivered his divorce papers while he was waiting for trial. My lawyer had been to see his wife and given her enough evidence to get rid of him. Even their insurance company rolled over and settled quickly rather than face a far greater payout directed by a court.

Back at my house Debby looked after me and over the coming months as I steadily regained my weight and health. I soon realised I'd been right before I married when I'd thought Debby and I were far more compatible. Unlike her sister, she made no demands and was happy to sit with me and watch a movie or even sit out and watch the stars together. Janet had wanted to be out all the time at some fancy restaurant or night club. 

While she was still looking after me Debby had to return to University but still stayed with me every night. She didn't need to go home every few days for more clothing as it was all in my guest room by then. She still attended the obligatory Wednesday night dinners at home every week. 

Although I'd been told I could take as much sick leave as I needed, as soon as I had clearance I returned to work. When I walked in to the office you could've heard a pin drop but it all soon settled down except no-one knew quite what to say to me. They'd all heard through the grape vine what had happened and my short marriage was not a topic of conversation... I think more so from the fear of losing their jobs. 

Before lunch I received a phone call and was directed to attend a meeting with my ex father. Although I was still treated like family I hadn't been invited back to their house and I didn't expect to with Janet living there. I half expected to be terminated and told I was no longer wanted.

Instead of the termination I expected, I was asked to come to dinner - after all it was Wednesday. I reminded him that the restraining order on Janet was still in place then he told me she'd finally been admitted into a private clinic for treatment for depression caused by what she'd done and the catastrophic results to her life. She'd even had a miscarriage and lost her baby.

Dinner was a little strained that night to start with as Debby sat next to me in place of Janet. Janet's name wasn't mentioned at all but I did get a lot of looks from their mother. Finally she spoke up, "James, what are you plans now? We know you're not dating anyone else and we only ever see Debby now on Wednesday nights. 

"You two have seemed very close since... well... you know when and we'd just like to say we're so sorry for what's happened and loved having you as part of our family. Although we might be jumping the gun a little we'd really like you to stay part of our family if possible somehow."

I could see she was flustered and getting caught up then she continued, "I had my heart set on some grandchildren really soon and then we thought that maybe you and Debby might have developed an interest in each other." Then she turned bright red.

I turned to Debby and picked up her hand then said, "I think your mother wants me to get you pregnant. Would you like to start practicing tonight?" From the grin on my face everyone knew I was joking; I hoped.

Debby responded, "James, you know I promised my parents I'd be a virgin on my wedding night so if you want to make babies in me we'll have to be married."

I'd expected some light joking response from Debby but not quite the one I received. The whole table was quiet as if waiting for my answer. My mind was spinning at a million miles an hour. My proposal to Janet had been well thought out but Debby and I had become best friends while she looked after me. We'd even spent long hours telling each other our dreams and likes and dislikes.

We'd come close several times to doing the deed but we'd been able to stop every time. It was so nice to be with her and I loved just lying next to her holding her listening to her breath. Then it struck me; we were more than best friends and were so compatible. Right at that moment I just realized how much I'd grown to love her. Maybe it was just on the rebound but I doubted that; it seemed I loved her even more than I'd loved her sister.

It felt like everyone had sat there for an hour waiting for my retort but it was only about a minute - a very long life changing sixty seconds or so. I turned to her parents then licked my dry lips. I even think I may have been shaking a little then I finally said, "Well, I suppose if you both want me to stay in the family and you want grandchildren that must mean you'd be happy for me to ask Debby to marry me."

Her mother burst into tears and replied, "Please, we'd like that."

I didn't have a ring to give her right then and there but I turned to Debby and asked her to marry me without another moment's thought - of course we kissed as soon as she accepted. Then her mother added, "The same rules apply to you as applied to your sister for the inheritance. Let's go work out a date." Then the three females left.

Her father could see I was puzzled and was standing to leave the table to escape my next question that he knew was coming. I stood as well and followed him out onto the verandah.

"I've heard of this inheritance before and have wondered if it was one of the reasons Janet betrayed me so easily. I knew she was keen to fall pregnant our honeymoon, in fact we'd often joked about it. While we're asking difficult questions you know sometimes I felt like she'd picked me out to be her husband for that reason. Is there any truth in that?" 

He didn't answer so I continued, "I know she said she loved me and all but in the end I have to wonder if I was just there to inseminate her on our honeymoon because she liked me when we first met. You know it's recorded where she's saying she's hoping she's pregnant by her lover while I was unavailable in hospital.

"I hope Debby isn't being influenced by the same inheritance dangling in front of her."

Then there was silence. Finally he answered, "My mother was extremely wealthy in her own right and when she died left her fortune to the three girls on condition they complied with several conditions. The first that they be virgins when they marry - and they do have to get checked the day of their wedding; the second is that they have a baby within nine months of their honeymoon and the third is they name the baby after my mother or father.

"If they failed all or any of the three conditions the inheritance drops from ten million dollars to one million so when we saw Janet's behaviour we wondered just like you probably are now. Janet won't be left destitute by the way. She'll receive one million dollars after she satisfies the third condition but you can't help but wonder if she went all out for the ten million and just made use of a bad situation. 

"We're so sorry about that; we didn't see it when you married and thought Janet had a genuine love for you. Debby's different to her sister but I'm sure you've worked that out. It's like there's a strong bond between the both of you already just waiting to be formalized in marriage. 

"We've seen Debby when she's with you. You know she never stops watching you; her eyes are on you the whole time. There's more to my mother's will but you'll have to wait; I'm not permitted to discuss any more. Of course the pre-nup is expected again you understand."

What he just told me had potentially answered some questions but also created some many more. I was about to ask further but his cell phone rang and he whispered he had to take it. Just then the females appeared and seemed full of beans or maybe it was just the champagne they were drinking too much of.

Debby came up beside me and held me close then we locked lips for a few minutes. Her mother jokingly said, "God, you two get a room will you!"

I had an idea and turned to Debby and whispered, "You heard your mother. I think she wants us to start making her grandchildren right away. Let's go to your room for the night and start." I started to lead her away. Deep down I had a need to test Debby to see if she wanted me or a chance for the big inheritance... almost like a game of chicken with two cars heading towards each other at high speed. I needed to know if she'd give it up for me. 

Debby didn't object but then she responded, "You already know I've promised my parents I'd wait till my wedding night. I suspect dad's told you about the inheritance already and what it's worth and the conditions but you know I want more than anything else to spend the rest of my life with you. We're throwing a lot away but if that's what you want then I want it as well. Let's go." She turned to her parents and wished them good night.

We walked inside the house as her mother's eyes went wide like saucers and her mouth opened but no sound came out. I stopped and turned to Debby as we passed through the door and I kissed her again then quietly declared, "Deb, you promised your parents and that's obviously something important to them. On top of that you were happy to lose your inheritance for me but that's not fair to you so we'll wait for our wedding night; just don't make it too far away please. You're so desirable but I'll wait." Then we locked lips again as I held her close. 

Epilogue

Three months later we were married. Debby signed our pre-nup as well to confirm her belief in our future which only made me wonder further about Janet's true feelings about me after all. Janet attended with the new man in her life and wished us well. She'd had an excellent psychologist and the therapy had been good for her. They're a good match for each other and planning their wedding for some time in the next year.

We'd managed to wait for our wedding night and almost nine months later Elaine Marjory Thomas made her entrance a week or two early. We'd only just got Elaine home when her grandmother visited, to help out of course and started asking what our plans were for her next grandchild. 

My parents would've loved Elaine and I only wished my mother could've had the chance to hold my little girl and spoil her as she grew up. I just knew they would've been so close. At times when I was watching Elaine I could see my mother's smile and I knew then my mom was sharing precious moments with her grand-daughter. 

At Elaine's first Wednesday night appearance a few weeks later at thes we were surprised the family lawyer was there as a guest and after dinner handed Deb the account details for ten million dollars. Just when we thought it was all finished we were staggered when I was given ten percent of the shares of their family company and made a Vice-President as part of the inheritance. 

It only got better when I reminded myself that this time I was definitely married to the right sister.



Chicken and Waffles



Chicken and Waffles (Naughty Situations)

A waitress led Randall to his table and seated him in a booth. He stared at her voluptuous ass as she walked away. Her panty lines were visible through her short white skirt. It was a real turn on to him, seeing the shape of her panties. She had dirty, blonde, wavy hair. Her pointy nipples poked through her violet top. The contrast between her small boobs and big butt was lovely. He imagined nibbling on her supple behind while fondling her perky breasts. If only he could have some of that, he thought, it would be a dream come true. She turned her head back toward him with a knowing look. He realized that she caught him gawking at her. Randall blushed. She smiled and walked back to the table.

"You look hungry," she said. "See anything you want?"

"Um..." he murmured. "What do you recommend?"

"I give a great blow job," she said, as she licked her lips and stared down at his crotch. 

Randall looked back and forth as he thought for a moment. Was he on a surprise reality show, he wondered? His friends must have been messing with him, he thought. He decided to ignore her sexual advance and looked down at the menu.

"I'll have chicken and waffles," he said. 

He figured that a woman, as attractive as her, would have never been coming on that strong, unless she had ulterior motives. What did she want? Could it have been possible that she did desire to suck his cock, he wondered?

She smiled and went into the kitchen. Moments later, she returned with a plate of waffles and a bottle of maple syrup. She slid them across the table to him. Randall looked down at his plate and was puzzled.

"Where's the chicken?" he asked.

"That's what I'd like to know," she replied. "Whip it out and let me get a taste."

"What?" he said, acting oblivious to her request. "I don't understand."

"Don't be selfish," she said. "I gave you waffles, now you give me something yummy to nibble on."

Randall gulped. He looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was paying attention. The place was almost empty. 

"Well?" she asked. "Show it to me."

Randall hesitantly opened up his pants and fished out his penis through the opening in his boxers. It seemed the current situation had stimulated his cock. He was already fully erect. 

"Mmm..." she said. "Looks yummy. I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks."

She knelt down in front of him and poured the maple syrup, covering, his throbbing erection. Her hand reached over and picked up the two waffles from the plate. She wrapped them around his shaft and stroked it. The warmth made his cock spasm slightly as it got even harder with each caress.

"Here it comes," she said, while rubbing toward the head and applying gentle pressure. "Yummy butter from the tip."

She teased and tantalized the opening causing pre-cum to leak out. Her warm mouth gently sucked on the head and it saturated her tongue. She sent chills down his shaft to his balls. His body tensed up and quivered as he let out a gasp. 

"It tastes delicious," she said. "I want more."

She stroked his cock firmly as she squeezed more of his buttery spunk out onto her lips.

"Give me your butter," she said. "I love the flavor."

She puckered her lips and wrapped them around his head and sucked. Her sucking became more aggressive as the slurping noises raised in volume. He thought about stopping her, but was helpless to his desire. She already had him, the moment she discovered the first burst of butter that coated her tongue. She moaned as she raved about how good he tasted. Her hand massaged his balls with the waffles as she went down on his cock even deeper. She had his full length in her throat and opened her mouth as she gently tongued his balls. He reached over and grabbed her ass and fondled it. His hand slid under her skirt and his fingers wandered in through the side of her damp panties. Her pussy lips were warm and inviting. He slid his finger gently between her wet pink folds. Her sucking became more passionate as he playfully caressed her clit while fingering her. She gyrated her hips influencing his finger deeper inside of her swollen slit.

Randall picked her up and pulled her ass toward him as he lay back on the booth seat. Her pussy lips were right in front of his mouth. He felt her warm tongue teasing the tip of his cock in search of his hot buttery treat. His lips surrounded her clit and gently sucked as his tongue swirled around it.

"Mmm..." She moaned. "So yummy."

The moment Randall heard her rave on his flavor, his libido went into high gear and he almost burst into her mouth. He didn't want to have the feeling just yet, so he smacked her ass hoping to shift gears. She stopped and giggled. 

"What are you doing back there?" she asked.

"You deserve a spanking," he replied.

"I do," she said, as she crawled off of him and knelt over the table waiting for more.

Randall got up and stood behind her. He fondled her ass as he contemplated, which cheek he would swat first.

"Well," she said. "Are you going to do it?"

He felt a sense of power in the current situation.

"I'll do it when I'm good and damn ready to," he said, smiling.

"Oh please," she begged. "I've been a bad girl."

"I'll think about it," he said, as he massaged her ass sliding his fingers through her warm wet path.

Her pussy lips glistened in the light as he playfully fondled them. He pulled his arm back and aggressively spanked her bottom. She yelped and gyrated her hips.

"Again!" she cried out.

He swatted her with more force than before. She shrieked with pleasure.

"Fuck me!" she demanded. "I need you inside of me."

Randall teased her warm wet opening with his rock hard erection. She squirmed around trying to influence his cock inside of her, but he pulled it away every time it got close to going in. He smiled, as he knew she wanted him badly and he was in total control. The thought of her desiring him, made his cock even harder. His warm butter was oozing from the tip.

"I've got a treat for you," he said, as he smacked her ass to get her attention.

She turned around and looked in his direction. When she saw the pre-cum, she dropped to the ground on her knees and desperately sucked it off.

"So, you're hungry for my butter?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. "Yummy on my lips."

"Do you want me to butter your bread?" he asked.

She quickly got up and bent over the table once again. Her hands pulled her ass apart revealing all of her loveliness.

"Please give me what I deserve," she begged.

Randall slid his cock across her warm wet path and squeezed her ass. Just as he inserted his throbbing erection, he swatted her bottom. She cried out.

"Yes!" she shouted. "More! More! More!"

He grabbed her hips and thrust his pelvis influencing his cock deep inside of her. She reached between her legs and fondled his balls. Her touch sent tingles from his balls through his hot pulsating erection. He realized at that moment that he was about to burst, so he aggressively rammed his cock as deep as he could inside of her pussy. She shrieked each time he pumped. He spanked her bottom as he humped her harder. She sucked on her fingers as she winced with each swat to her ass. Randall let out a moan as his cock burst and warm cum filled her inviting pink pleasure palace. Her pussy lips tightened as they constricted around the base of his shaft. She moaned with pleasure.

"Thank you for coming," she cried, smiling. "Please come again soon."

Randall collapsed on top of her. They were both covered in sweat as they lay on the table.

Another waitress walked a customer to the next booth. She handed him a menu.

"May I take your order?" she asked.

The customer pointed over at Randall's table, he said, "I'll have what he's having."

The End.



Chicken Fettuccine



The cab was parked alongside the curb the entire time Jason and I were enjoying our meal. It was a quaint Italian restaurant with dining tables lined up in a row, separated by huge rubber trees outside on the sidewalk. This was our second time dining there and we loved the atmosphere, the food and the privacy created by the plants. 

I took notice of the cabbie, parked in front of our table. He was pretending to read the paper, but I saw his eyes roaming. He was staring at my legs, thighs and tits. It was at about the thirteenth time I caught his glance that I decided to give him a show! I took a quick look around, there were a few cars passing by here and there but that was about it. He had a perfect view and I was getting ready to play slut. 

We had been served our dinner about five minutes prior to making my decision. I had a plate full of very creamy, chicken fettuccini in front of me and I decided to get nasty with it. I turned to face the street and almost completely parted my thighs. I had sheer stockings worn high on my thighs and the thigh bands were tight and sweaty. The heat from my stockings made my pussy trickle just a tad. No clinging juices yet, but soon.

I was glad that I wore my blazer/skirt suit. This way I could pull my tits out of my spaghetti strapped top and close my blazer when our waiter returned. Jason fixed his eyes across the table and then looked in the direction of my gaze. He saw the driver of the cab staring intently at my spread thighs. I opened my legs wider for their eyes. 

"Do it."

"Huh," I replied. 

"Tease us, me and that cabbie. Get yourself hot and make your cunt wet right here for us." 

That was it- I needed no more motivation. I looked around and saw no waiter or any cars at the moment. I gave the cabbie a big smile, opened my blazer and looked down at my tits. I looked around again; we didn't want to get kicked out of the restaurant before we had any fun! I looked down at my tits encased in my top then reached down and pulled my right titty out. I let it drop and hang out of my blazer. It instantly made me spring a leak between my legs. The feeling of having my titty hang out in public, in broad daylight was so hot to me, and it was going to get even hotter!

It was time to shock. I reached into my plate and grabbed a fistful of fettuccini and rubbed the noodles all over my big nipple. The thick creamy sauce coated my nipple and at that point the cabbie's jaw dropped. Yes, that was the reaction I was looking for. Just as I was dropping the noodles back onto my plate, two cars passed by but too fast to notice, I think.

I gathered another hand full of noodles and sopped them up with all of the sauce that I could. Jason's eyes were popping out of his head. He knew I was nasty, but I knew he would have never thought that I would be on the street rubbing fettuccini on my nipples. My pussy got real wet all of a sudden, because I knew how nasty I was about to get!

I held the over sauced noodles in my right hand and while holding my exposed sauced tit up with my left hand; I dropped the noodles onto my titty. I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go and licked some of the sauce off of the noodles piled up on my titty. I left my tongue sticking out so Jason and the cabbie could see the white sauce on it. I then lowered my mouth to my tit slowly, some of the cream sauce dripped off of my tongue onto my noodle covered nipple because I left my tongue out while I did it. I felt like a pig. I felt so fucking hot. I raised the titty up to my mouth and slowly sucked my nipple in. There were noodles all over it. I sucked at it as hard as I could, letting go of my heavy tit so it hung from my mouth. I grabbed my tit again and sucked the noodles from it. 

Jason was nervously looking for waiters, but I didn't notice any reason to be alarmed. I was just getting started. 

I dropped my tit back onto my chest, a couple of noodles fell here and there, and I didn't give a fuck. I just grabbed another handful and slapped them on my tits. They were starting to slide off and fall into my lap. I pulled my other titty out of my top, and let that one hang. I grabbed my sauced tit and quickly sucked the noodles gently at first, then opened wide to suck all of the noodles I could get in my mouth. I slurped them up while I held my titty with both hands. I felt a thick ring of sauce around my mouth after I ate the noodles off of my titty. 

I looked around; fuck there was a waiter coming! I gave cabbie a wink, then turned almost facing the wall of the building. I covered my tits with my blazer. 

"How are we doing here?" The waiter asked. 

I decided to shock him a little and turned with my blazer closed, but with the thick cream sauce still clinging around my mouth and replied, "Fucking hot!"

Well, he looked very surprised and taken aback, but scared in a way. He nodded, and then quickly left. I laughed my ass off to that!

Jason moved across the table and sucked the cream off of my lips. I thought I would just die! I was so fucking hot it was horrible. 

I faced cabbie again. His head was almost hanging out of the cab, eyes bulging, and hand pumping. I opened my blazer exposing glazed titties that still wore a few noodles. This time I opened my legs very wide and slouched down in my chair. I raised my skirt, exposing my pussy to him for the first time. I reached down and pulled my pussy lips out and apart with both hands. I gave my hard clit a good circular rub before I took a few noodles and used them to rub my clit with. Ahh, yes I was getting close now, but here though?

"Jason!"

"Yeah," he said. 

"Fuck my pussy is going to piss some heavy juice if I keep rubbing it like this!"

"Let it fucking piss then. Let your pussy piss freely, right here on the fucking sidewalk."

AHHH, I was getting ready to cum. Fuck, I needed something to stick in my pussy while I came and pissed in my chair. I grabbed two chicken strips and stuffed them up my pussy while I held the wet lips open. I started to fuck my pussy hole with the chicken. I held the strips and fucked with them while I kept my pussy lips and hole open wide while rubbing my clit with my thumb. I was getting so close now.

"Piss, piss, piss, piss," I told myself. "Piss all over this chicken in my pussy, and on my fettuccini covered hand. Come on pussy, do it. Open the fuck up and fucking piss!"

That was it. I was pissing strong streams all over the sidewalk and my hand. My legs opened as wide as they could be, my big fucking titties heaved when I pissed and came. A noodle fell off of my nipple and at that moment, Jason stretched his neck over and sucked my nipple hard and moaned loudly while he sucked it. 

I just wanted to get on my knees right then, take his pants down, spread fettuccini noodles and sauce all over his pre-cum dripping cock and suck all of that good shit off the cockhead. I just wanted to suck his fucking cock with the noodles in my mouth, until his cum shot out onto my tongue, then finally eat and swallow the noodles with hot cum sauce. 

I had forgotten all about the cabbie, but now as I looked up he was still there pumping away at his cock. There were also four waiters walking down the sidewalk towards us and they didn't look too happy, so Jason and I decided to bail. We jumped up and into the cab, leaving our dinner, piss and noodles all over the table and sidewalk. 

I felt a chicken strip pop out of my pussy when I sat down on the cab. 

"Go, go!" Jason screamed.

We sped off laughing and wondering where the fuck we were going. Wherever it was I was going to make sure that our cabbie got his load off in my pussy, ass, titties and in my mouth!

Stay Tuned for part II!



Chicken Lilly Liver



I've always enjoyed having a playful wife. Even after 30 years, she makes me laugh and smile whether with me or with our kids. She has a way about her that instantly draws people in. 

This is not a "sex" story. Just one of our typical Sunday night adventures with a sexy twist. She got the best of me and created a great memory. I hope you enjoy. 

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"OH CRUD!" I screamed in my own head.

My eyes opened and I sat up in bed. Heather, startled and falling off me, panicked. 

"WHAT?" she gasped ... 

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The night had started so peaceful. After our Sunday activities, we gathered our three young kids around, played games, watched a Disney movie, and relaxed. Soon it was "fight night", or more affectionately called "bedtime". The kids went to bed and were finally asleep. 

Heather and I went to our bedroom, closed and locked the door, and settled in for "FRIGHT NIGHT". As soon as the door shut, clothes were flying in every direction until we were naked in bed. 

We cuddled and kissed, groped and probed, nibbled and licked. And then we had fun. 

As with most men, I fall asleep soon after a good orgasm. As usual, Heather, who was on top when we made love, was still lying on top of me slowly rotating and gyrating her hips to squeeze every last ounce of tingle from her orgasm. Sometimes she gets lucky and generates a second wave of fun. 

It's usually not a long sleep but it's a very contented sleep. Not this night. This was SUNDAY night. This was the night before MONDAY. Monday was "Garbage Day". Something kicked in my brain. 

"OH CRUD!" I screamed in my own head. My eyes opened and I sat up in bed. Heather, startled and falling off me, panicked. 

"WHAT?" she gasped.

"I forgot to take the garbage cans to the street," I replied. 

"SERIOUSLY? You scared the crap outta me!" she replied not ashamed to show her annoyance. "Take em out in the morning before you go to work."

"I'll forget. I'm stupid like that," I said. 

"You're an idiot like that," she shot back with an annoyed smile. 

"I know. But they're full and spilling over. I gotta get out there," I mumbled. 

"FINE!" she snorted. "You've already ruined a perfectly good afterglow. Creep!" she smiled. 

I sat up and started looking for underwear, pants, anything to put on. When the kids went to sleep and our door closed, we wasted no time ripping each other's clothes off. There was a blizzard of clothing strewn from the door to the bed. 

"It's two in the morning," she growled. "Just go the way you are."

"I'm bare ass naked," I retorted. 

"It's a cute ass," she purred. "Just go. I'll cover for you."

"No, I need something on," I protested. 

"Chicken!" she challenged. 

"Chicken? HA!" I shot back still looking for a cover. 

She upped the challenge. "I dare ya."

"Oh you dare me? Like I won't?" I snorted.

"You're a chicken lilly liver!" she shot back.

OK, NO ONE CALLS ME A CHICKEN LILLY LIVER!! NO ONE!!

"Fine. I'll show you!" Challenge accepted. 

We both got up and went to the door. I opened it and peeked out to make sure no kids were present. The coast was clear so we made our way, giggling, naked as jaybirds, out to the side door that opens into the carport where the garbage cans are. I opened the door and peeked out to be sure no one was out there. 

Heather stood behind me, her hands on my arms, her firm, perky breasts burning holes in my shoulder blades, her flat belly warming my back, her hips and groin setting fire to my ass, playfully whispered, "You're not going to go, are you, CHICKEN!?"

"YES I AM!" I whispered back. 

I get the feeling I'm being played. "Nah! She's not THAT clever," I tell myself. I'm an idiot like that. 

Our house, while in the middle of town, was a bit secluded. The nearest streetlight is half a block away. The neighbor's house was right on top of us but there are no windows on the side facing ours. 

Two big pine trees in our front yard covered enough of our house that most people would drive past without realizing a house was there. There's a row of high bushes on the neighbor's side that made our driveway quite private. But, there's a house right across the street with a perfect view of our house. All was clear. 

I stepped out into the carport, slid around the car, grabbed both cans, tipped them up on their wheels and headed for the street. I've never been a "barefoot" kind of guy so every pebble I stepped on was sending waves of tickle pain through my body. I "hot footed" up the driveway as fast as I could. 

I put the cans in the proper place and started my sprint back down the driveway. About halfway there, every stinkin' light on the outside of the house lit up. SHE SET ME UP! I LOVE THIS WOMAN! 

I ran back into the carport and grabbed the doorknob. LOCKED! 

"CRAP! HEATHER! LET ME IN!" I wailed. I could hear her laughing on the other side of the door. 

"What?" she said tormenting me. "Is someone out there?"

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU! LET ME IN!" I commanded. 

"If you're gonna kill me, why would I let you in?" 

Logical question. That doesn't happen often. I needed to think fast.

"Ok, I'll kill you with kisses and hugs. Let me in, please!" I begged. 

"I don't believe you," she teased. "I think you want to kill me with a baseball bat." 

Damn, she's smart and cute. I married a winner. 

"FINE!" 

I wasn't going to be out-smarted by this chick. I took off to the front door. I knew I had forgotten to lock it when we went to bed. When I got there, HA! Oh crap! She already locked it. She's DEVIOUS! 

Now I'm on the front porch and a car is coming down the street. 

"HEATHER, SOMEONE IS COMING! LET ME IN!" I pleaded. 

"What's the password?" she teased. 

Maybe I actually WILL kill her. 

"PASSWORD?" I shrieked. "LET ME IN! I'M BARE ASS NAKED!" 

"Nope," she giggled. "Try again." 

The car was too close for me to do much of anything so I turned, in all my glory, faced the street, smiled and waved at the occupants as they drove SLLLLLLOOOOOWWWWWWLY by. 

I turned back to the door. "Ok, you've had your fun. Let me in." I could still hear her giggling. 

"What's the password?" she asked again. 

I better think of something before I'm waving at police officers. 

"I love you, sweetie, more than life," I lied, hoping she'd buy it so I could get on with my plans for the perfect murder. 

The door lock clicked and opened. I stepped in and met my gorgeous wife in the entrance wearing nothing but a pretty smile. Looking at that heavenly body, my murder plans faded. She threw her arms around me and tried to kiss me with little success as we were both laughing. 

"Funny!" I said dripping with sarcasm. 

It was funny. She knew it. I knew it. And then the fun started again. 

Playful wives make happy marriages.



Chicken Race



Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story.

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It was a busy Saturday at the supermarket in our small Scandinavian town. Short of parking spaces at the supermarket as usual when my wife and I went there to shop. I did as usual; instead of driving around and searching, I stopped my Toyota Rav4 in a strategic place and when a space became empty, I usually got it even when I had to win a "chicken race" to get it. 

Of course, people didn't like to lose a "chicken race" but nobody had ever done anything other than wave a fist in the air when they went searching elsewhere. However, there must always be the first time and that very day was the first time the loser got really angry, stopped his small Fiat Panda and rushed toward me and my wife when we left our car and shouted with a loud voice, "What the hell do you think you are? I can tell you are a damned cuckold who thinks he can alleviate his shame by assaulting people with your fucking car."

Then he went back to his car and left. I didn't know him, but obviously he knew my pretty wife Sarah or me, why I asked her, "Who was that man?

I had noted that she had a visible look of discomfort on her face while that man had shouted at me, but now she replied, "How should I know?"

"Obviously he knew at least one of us."

"I'm not sure about that. Such insults are common today."

Probably it was a common expression in the school where she worked as a teacher, but not in my opinion because nobody had ever accused me of being a cuckold before. But how the man had shouted it and the feared expression in Sarah's face got me thinking of the old saying "Where there's smoke there's fire". I knew that I had a serious problem, but couldn't do anything there for the time being so I left that matter and we went into the supermarket to shop.

My wife Sarah is a 43 year old schoolteacher and I am Robin Norrman, a 46 year old owner of a small construction company. We have two children; our son Elliot is 20 years old and student at the university in our county capital. Our daughter Madeleine, who is 18 years old, is in Minnesota as an exchange student for the time being. Sarah and I met at a party, fell in love and, as she wanted to be married before we had children, we did it one year after we met. Our marriage, as for most people, has its ups and downs but never any serious problems.

In my construction company I have three male employees and a female accountant takes care of some administration matters part time a few hours a week in her own home. My small company has a contract with a prefabricated wooden house factory and we are usually booked up for a long time in advance and making good money. 

This Saturday evening we were invited to her mother's birthday dinner and none of us cared to make any further comments about the incident earlier in the day at the supermarket. 

I knew that Sarah would understand that there would be some expectation from me to investigate that cuckold matter. If she was guilty and wanted to fight for her marriage, she would search for and destroy every possible clue she might have missed earlier. If her cheating had happened a long time ago and already was history or she decided to stop it immediately, my chances of getting any evidence would be some kind of "mission impossible". But if she was still cheating and intended go on with that, I was sure to find it out sooner or later.

On Sunday Sarah had obviously been thinking about the shouting man at the supermarket and asked me, "Did you believe what that man shouted at the supermarket and do you really think that I am cheating on you?"

"No, I don't believe anything at all but I want to be sure that we are playing fair."

"So, you don't trust me, do you?"

"I can't see any reason for you to cheat on me. If you get fed up with me and prefer to find somebody better, just tell me 'I want a divorce' and you are a free woman. No problems getting rid of me if you are playing with open cards. But I will be mad as hell if I ever find that you are fucking some asshole behind my back while we are married."

"I love you, only you, and don't see any reason to think about any divorce. But can't you see how much you have overreacted because some angry lunatic insulted you?"

"I really hope that he was wrong because I will never be a man to forgive a cheating wife."

Later that Sunday I went to a soccer match with three friends and when we were sitting at a pub for a beer after the match, I told my friends what the angry fellow had shouted. I told them that if it was as usual that the cheated husband was the last one in town to know, they could feel free to tell me if they knew anything about Sarah. 

None of them had anything to say and everybody took it as a good joke. When one of them promised to ask his wife, the other two promised to do the same thing.

The next day I bought three voice operated very small electronic recorders, and then hid one in Sarah's car, one in the kitchen and one in the living room. If the lover was somebody outside her school, she might call him from her car. The neighbor's wife used to come in to Sarah now and then for some gossip, therefore the two recorders in the house.

Cuckold or not, but from now on I was at least a hunting cuckold. 

Sarah and I had a shared home economy and because her full time job at the school meant much shorter days than my job, she took care of paying all our bills and such things in our family so I seldom cared to look in her ring binders of receipts. I waited until her bowling evening and began a careful investigation as soon as she had left the house. 

The line-connected phone was in my name, so I had already checked outgoing calls at my personal page at the Telecom site and had not found anything of interest. But our credit card bills made me suspicious. The gasoline company bills and all my and the children's card bills were there in good order but the last two months' bank card bills were missing from Sarah's and my shared account.

She used to print out a copy of the paying order when she paid the bills via the net and I could see that they were paid as usual. Without any doubt, that was a clue indicating that something was wrong.

Instead of asking Sarah about that matter, I sent an e-mail to the card company and requested copies of the missing bills and prayed to the good Lord that there would be some totally innocent explanation in the bills. To my great luck my present job was only seven kilometers from home, so I could make a quick trip during my lunch breaks to check our mailbox before Sarah came home from the school because who knows what Sarah would do if she found my copies and got suspicious. After all, if she were guilty, she would fight for her marriage. 

The next clue came from the recorder in Sarah's car. She used to share her car to bowling with one of her friends living rather close to us. On their way home the other woman had asked her, "How about Robin? Is he still accusing you?"

"Not really, but I'm sure he has a serious doubt because he offered me a divorce on fair terms instead of cheating."

"Do you think about it?"

"Of course not. It is not on that level. I love my Robin and have no intentions about dumping him. What would the children think about me if I divorced their father?"

"Don't do anything stupid. By the way did you see the nice gold chain Anne's got from her new lover boy?"

Then they began their gossip about some Anne, uninteresting for me.

I listened several times to their talk and though no cheating was mentioned, I had the feeling that Sarah would have talked quite differently if she had been innocent. But she knew that the friend knew something about her and therefore didn't want to tell her any more information to be known around town. Not much for a clue but "many drops will form a river". 

Next Saturday afternoon there was a top match between two of the best teams in the country on the big screen TV at the pub and as my friends and I had staked some money on the football (soccer) pool, we even had something of our own interest to watch.

Two of my friends had nothing to tell me but one said that his wife had asked a friend of hers who usually knew about everything in our town and she had said that there had been some vague rumors about Sarah Norrman at her school but nothing was known about the man. Further one step forward. Though there still wasn't any real evidence, the several circumstantial items pointing in the same direction began to convince me that the shouting angry man at the parking lot had been right.

The relationship between Sarah and me was polite but cool. Neither of us wanted any arguing for the time being and we had skipped the usual hugging and kissing and even sex. It felt like waiting for a storm after getting a storm warning.

Nothing of interest collected from the voice recorders in the house. Both the neighbor's wife and one of Sarah's best friends had visited her but there had been only the usual woman talk without any comments about her affair.

Then I got the copies of the missing bills and my mission took a quantum leap forward. On the oldest bill was a purchase from the alcohol store in the town next to ours. One thing was for sure - I was in no way involved in or told about that purchase because I had connections who brought me everything the family needed from abroad for much smaller prices compared to the highly taxed stuff at the state owned monopoly stores. I was surprised by the amount. If it been one bottle as a gift to her lover boy, he had gotten really good stuff.

The other month Sarah had paid a gas station and a hotel in a town about 40 kilometers from home. I knew for sure, 100 percent sure, that she hadn't been away overnight that month. Not difficult to guess what that damn room been used for. Now I had to face the cruel truth; I was a cuckold. 

During the years I had seen cuckolded husbands react in many different ways. Some cried and accepted their fate, some didn't care a shit about it, a few even turned hot about that and some real men whipped the shit out of the wife fucker and kicked out the cheating bitch.

I had a very limited choice, in fact no choice at all if I wanted to remain as a respected man among my employees, friends, relatives and acquaintances. Find the damn pussy hound and make him regret what he had done to me. As long as I was on the right path and did the right things, I would get all the support I needed. 

Accusing Sarah could wait for later on. The first step would be to find the damn asshole that fucked her. Because I trusted my employees 100 percent, I told them about my problems and as I had expected, all of them promised to help me. During an extra long coffee break we agreed on a simple plan.

Our plan turned to action only two days later when Sarah told me that she was invited to join a new lyrics group that evening. In the future they intended to met two times a month in one of the small rooms at the public library or sometimes even in some member's home. She even asked me if it was okay for me to have one of their future meetings in our home. Sarah sounded very trustworthy so I of course told her that I had no objections to that. She had a satisfied look in her face when she thanked me for my understanding. 

But then I went in to the bathroom and pushed the send button on my cell phone, which sent an earlier written message to my employees. To my great relief none of them were busy with something more important that evening and all three replied that they were ready for action, as we had planned.

Sarah left slightly before six o'clock and promised to be back sometimes between nine and ten.

A few minutes later a Volvo V70 stopped on the street outside my house. I went out of the house and into the car and left my own car well visible on my driveway. The man in the car was Ronny, one of my employees, and within a minute he got a call on his cell phone. He said only, "Yes, yes, but keep the distance and be very discrete. Did you see the license plate? Yes, good."

Then he reported that Sarah had parked her red Opel Astra outside the library, but remained sitting in her car and been picked up by a man in a black Saab 9-5. He told me the number and I sent it to the national car register as a text message. The automatic reply with the name of the car owner came within a few seconds. To our surprise it read, "Linus Felixsen."

Thanks to his quite unusual name we immediately knew who the damn wife fucker was.

He was a well-known character in our town. A good-looking dentist in his early forties with a reputation of doing a good job for a high price. Nothing wrong with that, but he was even chairman of the board of the Football Club and very much both hated and admired in that position due to hiring an unknown but expensive player from Brazil. He was even chairman in the local Malt Whisky Club, which caused many sour comments from those who regarded sport and booze as an unwanted combination. I can't deny that I was a bit surprised to find out that it was Felixsen because I had met his wife a few times at parents' committee meetings at the school and she was a very nice and easygoing woman who even worked as his assistant at their dental clinic.

Only a few minutes later we got information on the phone from Eric, who said that Sarah and Felixsen were on the main road driving towards the town 40 kilometers away where Sarah once had paid for a hotel room. Ronny and I didn't see any reason for us to go there, so we went back to my home where I took the spare key to Sarah's car and then we went to a café for a coffee break while waiting for the expected news from Eric and Emil, who tailed Felixsen's car.

When we got the information that Sarah and Felixsen had gone to a hotel, we held a short phone conference with Eric end Emil and agreed that the damn Felixsen deserved a better punishment than disturbing them in some way and catching them when they came out of the hotel. I asked Eric and Emil to get back home again. They had no objections when I told them what Ronny and I intended to do with Sarah's car while waiting for them to come back. 

While waiting for Eric and Emil, Ronny and I went back to the library, where I took Sarah's car with the spare key and parked it at Ronny's place while we waited for the two others to drop in to make further plans. After several unrealistic plans, Ronny came out with a great suggestion, which we agreed to perform as soon as possible. 

After our meeting I took Sarah's car just outside the town where I parked it just after the first bend 20 meters into the narrow forest road which lead to Felixsen's picturesque farm house at a small lake 500 meters further away on the road. I put in the reverse gear and the handbrake, took the voice recorder, locked the car so it blocked the way home for Felixsen. Emil picked me up there and drove me home.

Back home it wasn't funny to sit down and know that Felixsen fucked my lovely wife and the mother of my children at that very moment. If I had known that this had been the first time for them, I would have had a good reason to take action at the hotel and stop it. But now when they had already done it before we didn't want them to get too worried already now because there were some nice surprises waiting for them. They would see the first one this very evening.

While waiting for Sarah, I listened to the voice recorder from her car, which had recorded her taking a short call that evening, "Sarah...Yes, I'm waiting at the library......Yes.....Soon."

About nine thirty in the evening Sarah rushed into our house screaming, "My car is stolen!"

"From where?"

"The library."

"Did you call the police? Tomorrow we have to report it to the insurance company."

"Yes, I did. They came to the parking lot. Everything is clear with them."

"Did the police bring you home?"

Now she hesitated for a second before she replied because she suspected that I had seen the black Saab 9-5. "No, it was one man from the Lyrics Circle."

"Who?"

"A dentist whose name is Felixsen?"

"Linus Felixsen, that damn disgusting whoremonger who is famous for fucking the cheapest sluts though he is married to a very lovely handsome wife. Is that creep really interested in lyrics or is he there only for his damn pussy hunting? Be careful with that horny creep."

Sarah didn't look happy, not at all and my sour comments about Felixsen didn't cheer her up. But before she could think of something to reply, her cell phone began to ring. I took her by surprise, grabbed the phone from her hand when she took it up from her purse and replied, "Norrman."

A male voice said, "I want speak to Sarah. It is important."

"I would like to know who you are and what is so important? "

"It is about her stolen car."

Sarah had turned ashen gray and feared the worst when she suspected that the caller was Felixsen asking for her. Of course I knew that it was Felixsen. But I wanted him to understand that if he wanted to get Sarah's car moved from blocking his road he had to cooperate with me. 

"Okay, Charlie, it sounds interesting but you forgot to tell me who the hell you are. When you have done that, we can begin talking about the car. Are you the damn thief?"

"My name is Linus Felixsen and I have never stolen anything in my life."

I knew that he hated the nickname "Felix" people used about him because there was a stupid cat in comic strips and animated films with that name. Stolen or cheated, he had fucked my wife this very evening, so I continued, "Okay, Felix, let's talk about the car."

He took the humiliation and replied, "It is parked on the road to my house and blocking the road."

"How do you know that it is Sarah's car? There are many red Astras in this town. (Opel Astra is a popular small GM car.) Have you called the police and told them that you found the car?"

Sarah looked ready to begin puking at the excitement and I began to fear that she would confess, which didn't fit in our plans. Obviously it was high time for me to calm down a bit. 

"It maybe sounds weird to you but I promised Sarah to search for her car at a few places after taking her home. No, I haven't called the police, because I wanted to talk to Sarah first."

That sounded sensible so I replied, "I'm Sarah's husband and shall handle this matter from now on. Just stay where you are and give me your number so I can call you back after I've talked with the police."

He gave me the number to his cell phone. I checked Sarah's phone for it but she didn't dare to have it stored. I never asked him how he could know Sarah's number because that information is easily available from the net operator.

The look of fear or remorse still remained in Sarah's face when I told her, "It was the damn whore-fucker Felixsen. He has found your car on the road to his house."

For some reason she didn't look much happier when she heard the information that Felixsen had found her stolen car. 

I didn't call the police because they could be curious why the car was left locked and without any visible damage after the theft. Of course I had preferred to have Felixsen's road blocked for a much longer time with her car but hopefully he had already had some bad feelings about it. I asked Sarah if she knew where Felixsen lived but she noted the trap and responded negatively after a slight hesitation.

I called Felixsen with Sarah's cell phone but he suspected it was me calling and didn't reply with anything like, "Hello, Darling." However, he told me where to find him.

When we got there, Sarah told me that she would get out and take her car but I had no intentions of letting the love birds talk there and then, so I said to her, "No need for you to get out. Just take my car home. I have to talk with Felix and take some photos for the police of your car."




Chicken Race



Felixsen told me he had not the slightest idea why the car thief had parked Sarah's car on his road. After pretending to examine the car for a while and taking some pictures I left in it. Sarah's cell phone rang ten seconds later and I replied, "Robin."  

It was a surprised Felixsen who asked if I had called the police. 

I said, "Yes, of course," but didn't do that before standing on my driveway. 

The police swore at me for taking the car and destroying all clues they might found in it after the thief and therefore they closed the case. 

The next morning my employees had a good laugh when they were told about the solution of Sarah and Felixsen's car problems last evening. Sarah wasn't very happy when we met at home after work. Obviously she had talked with Felixsen during the day. Both of them must have understood that her car moved to his road was caused by their affair.

At nine o'clock on the first Monday morning after Sarah's Lyrics Circle, Ronny went past Felixsen's clinic and saw his black Saab parked outside. Parked at the town square, he phoned the clinic and when Mrs. Felixsen replied, he just said, "Sorry, wrong number."

Now we were ready for action. Eric remained on the job so it didn't look totally abandoned if somebody came there. The three of us left in Ronny's silver colored V70 and left Emil at the crossroad to Felixsen's house where he hid in the forest as a sentinel.

Ronny and I hid the V70 on a small road at the opposite side of the main road and walked the 500 meters to Felixsen's house wearing a backpack with three 1.5 liter plastic Fanta bottles with pig-piss and some tools.

To our great pleasure he had no burglar alarm, so it was a piece of cake to get into the house without leaving any visible clues. Thanks to our thin neoprene gloves we could do all our work without leaving any fingerprints. 

First we went to the master bedroom, found out which side of the expensive bed was his, lifted up the comforter and poured a liter of pig-piss from a large Fanta bottle on his bed and laid back the comforter. 

We would have preferred to use our own pee but didn't dare to use that in case he called the police and they took DNA samples.

Then we found his well-supplied bar with expensive malt whiskies. On a table, next to a very comfortable chair, we found a decanter with whisky and two crystal glasses. We poured out the whisky in a plastic bucket from the kitchen and replaced it with pig-piss. 

After that we had a hard time pouring out something from all the malt whisky bottles and replacing it with the equal quantity of pig-piss. That whisky operation took some time but we figured that Felixsen deserved a memorable punishment for fucking Sarah. 

Our last action took place in his home office, where we found his laptop. Ronny had made a special cord, which led 220 volt (standard in Europe) into USB outlets and caused some smell of burnt plastic before it blew the fuse for his office. We didn't find any home-burned CD or DVD, only one USB memory in a drawer, which I took. Then we left his soon-to-be hopefully not so happy home.

Back at the job site we worked as usual and for the first time since I came to know who fucked my wife and crushed my marriage, I began to feel in a better mood. My employees did their best to cheer me up by talking about that asshole sitting in his comfortable chair drinking pig-pee from his crystal glass.

Ronny checked Felixsen's clinic even the next morning and he was there as usual but could hardly have slept in his pissed bed. Now he must understand that he was the target for some kind of well-planned action and hopefully he even feared that there would be more to come. 

We could hardly think that he had called the police for his pissed bed and whisky. He knew that the police reported everything to the local newspaper and the sort of crime and identity of the victim would soon be known and make him a laughing stock in town. Therefore he was left sweating for a while but the next action was probably already planned.

Even I was sweating during my investigation of the USB memory stick we found in Felixsen's drawer. It contained pictures taken with a cell phone camera. Many of them were uninteresting for me but there were several pictures of Sarah. Some pictures of her stripping, some of her naked and some of her sucking a cock. One of the sucking pictures was very good; it showed lot of her naked body and she looked at the camera while sucking the cock. The best thing was the time and date, which said that the picture was taken during her Lyrics Circle evening. I burnt it on a CD, gave it to Ronny and asked him to send me a copy in an anonymous letter.

As expected Sarah had no Lyrics Circle meeting the next week and when I asked her why not, she told me that she intended to skip it for ever because it hadn't been as interesting as expected.

The next action had taken place when Felixsen was on his way home from a late board meeting at the local Football Club. According to what he had told his wife, she told the police and the local newspaper what happened to him. A hundred meters into the forest road, he had to stop his car for a plastic cone blocking the road with a sign saying "WARNING - ACCIDENT" and a flashing red light. Only a second after he had stopped, the car door was opened, and he was dragged out of the car by two men in black overalls and black ski masks. Out on the road he was severely beaten and had his right arm broken. 

This time his wife called both police and ambulance, but the two policemen who visited him at the hospital the next morning had not gotten any useful information from a very frightened Felixsen and the local newspaper reported that it seemed to be "disagreements about sport gone too far."

To my surprise the police have not connected me with any questions about Felixsen and that wouldn't have been of any of help to them because I had spent that very evening at home with Sarah and her sister who had visited us to talk about their mom's birthday. However, assault on a road is a serious crime and if Mrs. Felixsen has told them about her husband's affair after I told her about it, I was sure to get a visit. But if she thought that he deserved the punishment she would probably keep quite and let the police keep the case in their high pile of "unsolved cases without any clues". 

Sarah was in a highly visible bad mood during the few days after she had read about Felixsen's fate in the local morning newspaper. I didn't do anything about our relationship during these few days. But then I took a day off from the job to take care of some necessary matters in town. Sarah was surprised when she saw that I was at home, casually dressed, when she got home from her job at the school slight after three that afternoon. 

I had already made coffee and asked her to sit down in the living room to talk about some matters. As soon as she was sitting down, I asked her, "I saw that there were two credit card bills missing in the ring binder. Why?"

"Because they are not correct and I have complained."

"Why haven't you told me about such a serious problem?"

"Because I expected to get it solved without any problems."

I took up copies of the two bills from my briefcase and gave them to her and said, "Could you please tell me what is wrong in them?"

Now she was blushing when she began to read the bills for a while before she replied, "There is something from an alcohol store, gas station and a hotel."

"But you never asked me if I had bought those things before you complained to the bank. You ought to know almost everybody at the bank. Can you remember to whom you complained?"

"No, and why in the hell this cross examination about these damn bills?"

"Because I want to know the truth. Please remember that there are cameras at the gas station and the hotel clerk may be able to recognize you."

"That's impossible because I've never been there. You ought to know that."

"I'm sorry, very sorry, Sarah, but I regret to say that I know for sure that you and Linus Felixsen even spent a couple of hours at that same hotel that evening I moved your car from the library parking area to block his road. May I presume that the two of you hardly had any lyrics reading there if you don't call that for lyrics?"

I gave her one of Felixsen's photos showing her sucking a cock and said, "I got this in an anonymous letter yesterday. Please see the date and time at the photo."

Now she was ashen gray and the only thing she said was, "Oh, my God! Oh, no."

I continued, "Therefore it is not difficult to guess that you bought an expensive malt whisky as a gift to that damn asshole's collection. Did you make him extra happy by telling him that I was paying half of that damn bottle?"

Now she was sobbing, "No, no, no, it is not what you think, no, no, no."

"No, it is much worse. The cruel truth is that the angry man who lost the 'chicken race' at the parking lot was bloody right. Today I know for sure that I am a damn cuckold."

Then I gave her the divorce papers and told her that I had put the house on sale and from now on she was expected to sleep in the spare bedroom until she found somewhere to move.

Sarah cried hysterically when I went into the kitchen and phoned Mrs. Felixsen. To my great pleasure, she still remembered me from the committee in school. But she wasn't very happy when I told her that only a few minutes earlier my wife had confessed her affair with Mr. Felixsen. She asked me what I intended to do about it and when she heard that my divorce was already filed and our house was for sale, she shouted "Damn it, I'll do the same."

Mrs. Felixsen even did something very unexpected. The next day she went to the school where Sarah worked and happened to get there when a number of teachers were gathered in the teachers' lounge. She asked for Sarah, went straight to her and gave Sarah's face a hard swing with her right open hand, shouting, "You cheap slut fucked my husband!"

Sarah also received a hard hit from Mrs. Felixsen's backhand on the other side of her face before her shocked fellow teachers saved her from further slaps by taking Mrs. Felixsen away from her. 

Felixsen never opened his dental clinic again in our town. He sold it a couple of weeks after he was out of the hospital and left town. He and his wife sold their house and the ex-wife stayed in their house until the new owner moved in.

Sarah really worked hard trying to get me to forgive her cheating. She told me all the expected bullshit that I was her only love and the affair with Felixsen had only been for getting some excitement and even spiced up our love life. She promised to be the perfect faithful loving wife and mistress who never denied me any kind of sex. 

Even our children did their best to get me to forgive Sarah, but I couldn't even think about it because her affair had been much more than a one-time fling and because what I saw her do for him in the pictures.

We sold our house and shared everything 50/50 before we parted. Both of us rented an apartment as the first step in our new lives.

I neither know for sure nor care a shit if it is true or not but the rumors say that Felixsen had loudly cursed the first day he met Sarah and refused to have anything to do with her after all the painful events which became his destiny due to their affair. Sarah had so much pride that she gave up after her first failed attempt to get a date with him after I had filed for divorce and she found out what many cheaters had before her: cheating might be an exciting game but seldom leads to anything of real value afterwards.

The divorce hit me hard, very hard indeed. My friends noted how bad I was feeling and had a long serious talk with me about my problems. They ended it with a simple advice that though Sarah was a lovely woman, she wasn't the only fish in the pond and I had to go fishing to see that it was the truth of the day. 

Ronny, who was a kind of computer nerd, said, "New times, new habits. Today your fishing waters aren't limited to the local bar, not at all because, thanks to the web, you have the whole country, the whole of Scandinavia and if that's not enough, the whole EU and in the last end the whole world." 

It was a challenge even for him and he helped me write an ad and send it to what he said was the most popular dating site. The ad was obviously well written because I got many replies and many good laughs after I phoned some of the women who had enclosed nice pictures and written their cell phone numbers in the reply mails.

The first one I called had many questions about my car and salary but almost none about myself. The second suggested a two-week trip to South Africa on my behalf because she wanted to see the wild animals there. The third confessed that the picture in her reply was of her younger sister because she hadn't any of herself but she promised that I would hardly note any real difference. Ronny's ad was very good for the quantity of replies but less good for finding somebody interested of a serious real relationship.

I had almost given up the web as a serious matter when I happened to read Linda's ad at the same site. It said that she was newly separated from a cheating husband and wanted to talk with somebody with equal experiences for helping each other to get over the pain. I wrote a long reply to her but hadn't much hope of hearing from her when she called me one evening. She was an easygoing woman and to my great pleasure living only 40 kilometers from me in the same town where Sarah and Felixsen had met at a hotel. 

After several phone talks we decided to meet for a lunch in her hometown. It went very well and the next time we met at a café at the mall in the county capital. Linda came with her 17 year old daughter Jennifer and I came with my son Elliot who was living in that town as a student. Young people are more used to net dating and it was no sensation but maybe a little funny for them that their divorced parents did it and thereafter met in the real life. They greeted each other with, "Hi, sis" and "Hi, big brother." 

Obviously the youngsters had a good first impression of each other and after some small talk Elliot agreed to get his girlfriend, who knew the best shops in town, with them and help Jennifer shop for some clothes. They went away and left Linda and me. Eventually we left for shopping and though I usually hated shopping, we had a pleasant time with much laughing until both of us had found what we wanted. 

When the young people were back, Jennifer was very happy because Elliot's girlfriend Anna had helped her to find exactly what she had wanted. She told me that her mom liked me, so it would be okay if I became mom's boyfriend and Elliot said something equal to Linda.

Jennifer spent the next weekend with her father and Linda invited me to her house. I went there Friday evening with wine and flowers and Linda had cooked a nice dinner for us. After the romantic dinner we had some necking in her living room before we went to bed. I knew that it would be some kind of "moment of truth" because if I failed to be what she wanted me to be in the bed, it would be much more difficult to win her true love. 

I choose to make it slow and tender loving instead of hard fucking and obviously I did the right thing because Linda had three intensive orgasms during that first night together. In the morning she told me that she was very happy she met me and she was in love with me. The night had been much better than expected even for me and as I already had warm feelings for her, I told her, "I love you, Linda."

Of course, if I'd been in the position to decide my future, my first choice would have been continuing a happy marriage with Sarah. But she cancelled all such possibilities and I still don't know why and how she began her affair with Felixsen. All I knew was how it ended. Who was the angry man who shouted "cuckold" to me at the parking lot? Please don't ask me because I've never seen him after that. My only guess is that he somehow knew Sarah.

Today Sarah has left our town for a teaching job in the county capital where she is living together with an accountant. I have never met him but Elliot says that mom's boyfriend seems to be okay both in his opinion and even Anna agreed with him. 

Though we were in love, both Linda and I know that it will need a lot of compromising to create a good long lasting relationship and new marriage with two middle aged divorced people but we know that we can and will fix it. That's for sure.