3 comments/ 45879 views/ 7 favorites Loving in Silence By: RedHairedandFriendly Roger's brown eyes were hidden behind clenched lids as the bright strobe light of his alarm clock flashed around the room. He sighed and reached over his petite wife of five years and flicked the annoying light off. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and then looked at Joyce, her head buried under the blankets, so the light didn't wake her up. He chuckled and pulled the blanket from her blonde curls and saw her shake her head no. Eventually, Joyce rolled over and glared at him with the sea-green eyes that melted his heart every time he looked at her. His hands came up and he told her, "You have to stop hiding under the blankets. You will be late for work tomorrow. It will be your first day Not a good impression." He raised his eyebrows and smirked. Joyce sighed and rolled her eyes at him. Her fingers and hands moved as she signed back to her husband. "You have made me get up at 5am for the last two weeks, to prepare me for waking up early . . . I want to sleep in this morning." She stuck out her tongue and grabbed the blankets. As she attempted to pull them over her head to shut out her husband, he pulled them away from her and off the bed. "Argh!" she muttered and glared at him. Roger laughed and winked at her. "I will make it worth your time," he signed back to her. His finger trailed over the collar of her pajamas. His brown eyes danced as she pouted, but he knew when she slipped her hand into his pajama bottoms and toyed with his cock, she was more then willing to let him try his best. An hour later Joyce was sleeping again, but this time the smell of her and her husband's climax filled the room. Roger made his way to the shower and was soon clean and in the kitchen making breakfast. It was the vibrations that ran through Joyce's body that finally got her out of bed. She jumped up and grabbed her robe, the strobe light again was cascading, this time however it was throughout the entire house. She ran to the kitchen. The smell of smoke filled her nostrils as well as the small room. She stood there waving the vile smoke away as Roger tossed burnt toast into the trash alone with a now broken toaster. She grabbed Roger's arm, released him and then passed the tip of her right index finger down over the flat part of her left hand from her index finger to her little finger and finished with both hands, index fingers pointing away and simultaneously pivoted them with the palms down. "What happened?" he asked using the same sign. "What does it look like . . . we need a new toaster." His fingers moved quickly as he pointed to the now smoking trash. "I will buy one today," Joyce motioned. She pulled out orange juice from the fridge and poured them both a glass. "Do you want to come with me?" she asked. Roger grinned. "Can I pick what you wear?" Joyce blushed. "If you want," she answered. Her eyes lifted in amusement as she watched him smile and leave the kitchen . . . breakfast now forgotten. A bright red light blinked and Joyce stood up to see who was at her front door. She walked over and peered through the security hole and grinned. When she opened the door, she was almost blown over by the two sets of identical four year olds. "Aunt Joy " Becky shouted and hugged Joyce's right leg. Robin echoed the same sentiment and staked claim to the other leg. "Girls," their mother called and pulled them off of her sister's leg. "Sorry, Joyce," she signed. "No worries," Joyce answered back with her hands. She bent down on her knees and hugged the girls before looking at them. "What have you learned?" she asked them. Her mouth never moved, but her hands and eyes did. Becky grinned and lifted her small fingers. Her index and middle fingers formed the right 'H' sign and then she traced a cross on the upper part of her left arm. "Hospital." She grinned with pride. "Hospital?" Joyce repeated the word and a look of concern crossed her face. She looked to her sister Abigail and asked. "Why Hospital?" "Philip, broke his arm when he rode his bike down the hill," Abigail answered. She rolled her eyes and assured her sister that her eight-year-old nephew was fine and that was why he was not with them. Joyce's attention was pulled away when Robin pulled on her robe. Joyce bent back down and looked at the young girl's brown eyes. "Yes, Robin? What did you learn?" Robin put together her hands, forming the letter 'A' she placed them together with her thumbs up, then she wiggled them up and down. "Sweetheart." She grinned wide. "Ohhh . . . that is a special word," Joyce grinned. She glanced at her sister and saw another rolling look. Abigail signed, "There is a new boy in her preschool." "Ohhh . . . I see," Joyce added, "she's starting early." The girls were dismissed and allowed to play in the backyard. The sisters followed them out and when Roger found them he gave a customary kiss to Abigail's cheek. "Hello beautiful," he signed. "Careful, I'm still a recently divorced woman and may snatch you," Abigail said, her fingers moving gracefully just like her deaf sister's did. She smiled over at Joyce and for the thousandths time found herself envious of her baby sister. If she could live one day in Joyce's shoes she wondered if she would miss hearing. "I would snatch you if Joyce would let me," Roger's fingers moved deftly before winking at his sister. Joyce laughed at them both. "Why are you here this morning Abby?" "I have a date and wanted to invite you and Roger along. I have a sitter for the kids," she asked. "You need chaperones?" Roger asked. "She's been without for so long, perhaps we are supposed to protect her date," Joyce signed and then giggled when her sister stuck her tongue out at her. "That is a family habit, isn't it?" Roger asked. Abigail and Joyce laughed, simultaneously showing him their tongues. "Careful . . . I've never made Abigail use her tongue when she sticks it out at me, but I have you," he moved his hands and then quickly kissed his wife. He made a move to kiss Abigail, but grabbed her cheek instead. He winked and then sat back in his seat. "We will join you and . . .?" "Tucker," Abigail spelled out her date's name. "Tucker," the deaf couple repeated, memorizing the letters and forming their own way of signaling it between themselves and Abigail. Once they agreed on a universal sign for the boyfriend's name the conversation continued. "Great!" Abigail signed, stood up and smiled. She called the girls and soon Joyce and Roger were alone. "What am I wearing to the store?" Joyce asked, her eyes bright with curiosity. Roger grinned wickedly and grabbed her arm. He pulled her to the bedroom and there on the bed was her small pleated skirt, white vest, a red bra and red panties. She laughed and slipped her fingers over the sash that kept her robe closed. Her eyes filled with lust as she slipped it from her body and ran her hands over her full breasts, pinched both nipples and then ducked away from her husband's touch. "No . . . I want you to tell me something," she said with her hands, after she released her breasts. "What?" "Do you want to fuck my sister?" Roger was stunned. His jaw fell and he studied his wife. He said nothing for several minutes and then he lifted his hands and asked, "Where the fuck did that come from?" He glared at her and placed his hands on his hips. "Don't get mad. I think you want to. You flirt more now that she is single." Joyce climbed on the bed and slid her feet to the clothes; she pushed them off the bed. Her fingers ran over her breasts and then she lifted them to sign, "I am not mad. I think Abby would like to fuck you too." "Why are you doing this?" Roger asked. "I want you to. I read a story and it was about two sisters. I got very hot," Joyce said with her hands. She then showed her husband how "hot" the story had made her. She ran her fingers over her trim stomach and then down to her smooth pussy. Her eyes stayed on her husband and she saw his eyes watch her fingers. They slipped between the moist petals of her sex and slowly traveled down. Roger removed his slacks and shirt, clothes he'd picked for the day after showering. He used his hands to tell his wife, "Yes . . . I would like to fuck Abby . . . I would like to see you and her together." He climbed on the bed and moved the thumb of his right hand down along his right jawbone almost to his chin and then brought his outstretched fingers together several times, asking his wife an unspoken question. "Yes, I think my sister will definitely go for it," Joyce answered and then returned her slippery fingers back to her cunt. She toyed with the hardening clit and shifted her body, so she lay more flat on the bed. Her eyes closed. She knew she wouldn't need to see her husband's fingers to know what he wanted. Soon she was plunging her digits into her sweet box and Roger was sucking one nipple while he toyed with the other. Her moans filled the room as he watched her buck against her hand. He fought the desire to thrust his cock into her. Instead he waited for her to come. When she did, he took her hand and ran his tongue over her fingers, cleansing her. He moved between her legs and pinched her thigh. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her breath was coming in gasps. "Watch me," he told her before his hands became occupied with her ass. He held her up and pushed his face between her slick pussy. Joyce clenched the sheets and begged for more with the words that would not come, but those words weren't needed. Roger could taste her arousal and he knew what his wife liked. He pushed his tongue against her clit. His teeth teased and pulled the sweet jewel until she was riding his face. His nostrils filled with her essences and he bathed in her perfume. As he licked her pussy, his fingers were kneading the cheeks of her ass. Slowly he spread them. One finger pressed against her anus, but never entered. He only stimulated the puckered entrance. He knew he'd visit her there another time, right now he was simply wanting to devour her. He moved his finger back to her ass cheek and then her hip. The other hand slowly glided to her pussy and he pushed two fingers into her slick opening. His other hand released her ass and slipped to her belly. There he signaled to her with one hand that he wanted her to spread her legs wider. Joyce felt the tender fingers move over her stomach and she watched them sign out his demand. She opened her legs wider and then brought her fingers down to her clit. He opened her lips wider and fucked her with his fingers and his tongue. Together they teased her body to a great peak and when she exploded around him, he grinned, sucked and lapped up her sweet fluids. Her come continued to flow fast as he licked and prodded her until she was whimpering and thrashing uncontrollably. Her hand left her cunt and she grabbed his hair. Their eyes met and he watched her upturned right hand, angle and then drop down sharp. "Now!" she'd told him. Roger needed no other signal. He straddled her hips and pressed the head of his cock against her sex. He growled deep as he rammed his thick muscle into her. She squealed with pleasure, bent her knees and brought her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust. His hands grabbed her waist and he plunged another inch into her. Her fingers moved to her nipples and she pulled on the sweet buds. "Fuck!" she signed. "Faster!" "Harder!" her fingers flew as fast as they could so she could get back to toying with her breasts. The look on his wife's face was pure delight as he claimed her pussy with every impalement he forced into her tight opening. He watched her nipples grow harder, saw the redness increase as she twisted and teased them. Joyce gripped his cock with her pussy muscles and kept them clenched as he dragged his penis in and out of her. Soon both were shouting out and both were climaxing. Roger dug in with his fingers and held her to him as he soaked her with his seeds. Joyce's fingers racked down his arms as she reached out and grabbed him. Her climax brought shuddering waves of heat from deep within her and she screamed as her come flowed hot and thick, mingling with her husband's juice. Eventually she released him and he her. His tongue made a path to her sore nipples. He kissed them both and licked the hot flesh, before sliding up and kissing his wife's lips. He rolled to his back, taking Joyce with him. He watched her rest on his chest. He brought his hands up to her face and signed. "How long do you think, your sister has known Tucker?" A wicked gleam filled his soft brown eyes. To be continued . . . Loving in Silence: Family Reunion Author's Note: This story contains Incest between sisters, F/F, and FMF play. Please don't read it if any of this offends you. It is the conclusion of one day in the life of the deaf couple I created from an idea off of the Story Ideas forum on Lit.'s Bulletin Board. Thank you for the wonderful feedback I have received from this series. ~ Red Taken from Loving in Silence: Sisters' Sin: When she felt her sister's body slowly calm itself, she kneaded the soft flesh and welcomed the tiny climaxes until Abigail pulled her from her sweet home. The sound of a cough filled Abigail's ears and she turned around to see Roger standing there. His cock was in his hands, hard and thick. She blushed realizing he had entered the room and his sounds were lost to the exquisite pleasure she'd been receiving. Joyce saw her sister turn and looked around her sibling's shoulder and saw her husband. She grinned wide. Roger lifted his right hand and with his fingers closed over his thumb he placed his fist level with his lips. He then opened them into the "5" position and moved them in a counterclockwise circle over his face until the circle was complete. He stopped it where he'd started it. "Beautiful," Abigail whispered and fisted her hand up to nod the answering "yes" to his loving sign. Joyce stepped back and slipped free of her clothing and motioned for Roger to do the same. Abigail followed suit and she slipped out of her heels, stockings and crotchless panties. "Are you ready?" Joyce signed to her husband. Roger had done what his wife had demanded of him. So when he looked up from his discarded boxers to read her hands asking him if he was ready his wicked grin appeared and he reached for her. She squealed and missed his hand, but felt the slight touch of his fingertips against her flesh. She winked and crawled onto the bed. He watched Joyce's small body make its way across the soft blankets like a snake getting poised to strike. His cock jerked and he forgot that he held their last addition to the night of erotic play in his hand. His attention was brought back to the third person in the room when he felt her reach out and timidly pluck the two ear plugs from his fingers. He turned his gaze back to the other temptress and watched her push the soft foam-forming plugs into her ears. He tried to not stare openly at the wet patch of flesh that was on her nipple. His wife's saliva still there. He lifted his hands and quickly signed, "Can you hear?" Abigail concentrated on the world around her and signed back, "I can not hear anything right now. I can hum and hear myself and perhaps if there were loud noises around us I could hear them, but I can not hear simple things like breathing," she thought for a moment, "cough," she added. Roger chuckled, but did as he'd been told. He coughed, not hearing the sound and waited for Abigail to answer his question again. She smiled and signed, "Barely a whisper." Joyce had been watching and she sat up, waved her hand and signed, "Show us what a whisper is... we can not hear a whisper." Her fingers rested on her lap. Abigail smiled and signed, "I will show you." She ran her finger down her brother's chest. Her sex pulsed lightly inside her and she glanced back at her sister. She closed the distance between her and Roger, slipping her other hand over his shoulder. Her fingers came up and she signed, "A whisper sounds like a soft touch. A caress to the skin that you can hardly feel." "Show us a whispered kiss," Joyce answered back. Roger groaned and Abigail felt the vibration of it against her skin. She looked up and was amazed she'd not heard his sound, because the vibe had been so strong. Licking her lips she pressed her lips to his right ear and blew very soft against it. Her hands continued to tease his body. Careful touches that could be barely felt ran over his felsh. Joyce watched her husband become the teasing sex toy of her sister's hands and mouth. She reached down and touched her sex. Her pussy was warm, hot really and she began to pet the shaved mound, enjoying the coolness of her palm and the contrasting heat of her cunt. "Ohh.." Roger moaned, unknowingly. He rarely allowed sounds to escape him, never knowing what they sounded like to himself. Now as he watched his sister slowly begin to lower herself to the floor, her tongue probing his flesh as she did, he was producing low grunted sounds of lust. Abigail gazed up at him. Her lips inches from his balls. "Your cock is beautiful," she signed and then licked the base. She smirked when it jumped toward her. "So hard," she signed and licked again. Her hands remained free as the cock jerked around and tried to desperately find her mouth. Joyce slid from the bed and lowered herself to her knees. Her hands came up and she opened her left palm. She ran the edge of her right little finger down the palm's center signaling she wanted some of her husband too. Roger's jaw dropped as he watched one sister gather his balls and begin sucking on them one at a time and the other, the one who he'd given his name too, lower her mouth down on his dick. "Fuck," he signed and dropped one hand on each blondes' head. He petted them both, toyed with their hair as they fucked him with timid licks and sucks. His hips started to lift and fall over and over again. Joyce stopped her ministrations and gazed up at her spouse and their looks held as she rolled her tongue over his thick head and coated the top with her moist tongue. She lavished it with attention, making low strokes down the shaft, up to the head and then back down eventually she traded places with her sister and suckled his balls, letting her teeth graze the sides. Abigail deep-throated him right away, letting the head of his sex slam against the back of her throat. She repeated the motions several times, tightening her hold on his dick when she'd pull away and then forming another tight ring on her way back down. Her nose nuzzled his pubic hairs and her breath tickled his skin. Two sisters alternated their places on Roger's cock until he had tangled his fists in both their heads, when he came it was in his sister's mouth, but she only took two shots of his milk. She swallowed up his balls allowing Joyce the gift of the remaining two squirts. He shook violently as his balls were milked free of their come and delivered to his wife's eager mouth. When they were done, both slid up his body and suckled one of his nipples before colliding in a three-way kiss. Tongues tasted come from both a man and a woman and each one savored the unique flavors of something and someone new. Roger stepped away and lifted his right hand, left it flat and moved it forward with the palm facing up. The two women repeated the gesture of Thanks and then slid their almost twin like bodies over to the bed. Roger watched two soft, firm asses lift up into the air and sent a prayer to the heaven's that he lived through the night. They both stayed there and winked at each other, a sight that was not lost to Roger. He moved to the bed and rubbed the sweet flesh of his wife's ass and slapped it hard. He watched her press back for another and he gave her what she wished. Abigail wasn't surprised by the hand gesture she watched being given to her sister's rump. She'd talking to Joyce at length about sex; that was one of the reasons she'd come to her sister when her marriage started to fail. She had been jealous of the relationship between her sibling and her husband. Abigail had learned a lot about Joyce's relationship and she pressed her ass back, too. Roger knew what she wanted and when his hand found her rump, he smiled at her jerk. He reached down and felt her cunt. It was wet and slippery. He spanked her again and then a third crack fell on either deaf or muffled ears. Joyce rolled to her back and watched her husband spank her sister. She rubbed her nipples and then let one hand trail to her cunt. Her fingers came away yet and as she smeared the moisture over her nipples Abigail shifted her body to lie closer to her sister's. She cupped one juice coated nipple and opened her mouth. Joyce watched Abbey lick the juice off and then inhale her pink pearled nub. The throughly sucked cock that Roger had recently had soften was growing inch by inch as he watched Abbey work her way over his wife's body. His fingers slid from her pussy and he helped to position his wife's legs so Abigail could slide her way down them. When she was settled he climbed back on the bed and rested on his knees. Moans and gasps of pleasure ran through three bodies as they slowly began to take the final step to completing the erotic images that had been dancing in their minds all day. Joyce lay there, clenching the sheets as her sister worked her right nipple into a screaming peak and then her left. Joyce's fingers curled into her siblings hair and she tugged her away, her eyes demanded more and Abigail licked her lips then placed hot, open-mouth kisses down her lover's figure. Once she reached the flat tummy that she'd admired through the years, she took her time licking, biting and sucking on the sweet flesh. Abigail felt her brother's cock press against her and she moaned quietly. Unable to hear the actual sound, but feel the vibrations of it in her head, Abigail marveled how different it was to love without words that were spoken. Everything had to be conveyed by touch or by fingers. She did that now. She conversed with her hands, splaying one over her sister's mound. Roger had felt as if the world were moving through time at a snail's pace. It seemed like forever before Abigail's rear reached him. His cock was hard again, aching to slide into the forbidden entrance of his sister's cunt. When she wiggled her ass provocatively he growled low and swatted it again. He watched her lift it high and knew she was silently asking him to take her. He had every intention of doing just that. Joyce opened and closed her eyes. Eventually, she held them open long enough for her to look down and see her sister's pink tongue dart out and lick at the juice coated clit. She lifted her fingers and signed, "Bite it." She quickly added, "Hard!" Abbey did. She opened her mouth and kept eye contact with Joyce. She pulled the sweet strip of heated flesh out and sucked it, gnawed it and then soothed it with licks. Her eyes never left her sister's fingers, but her fingers were used for a different kind of sign language. She plunged them into the moist cunt that lay under her lips and proceeded to roll them left and right. The head of Roger's cock was poised and ready. He rammed into Abbey's pussy and felt her tighten around him. His hands grabbed her hips and he started to pound into her. His balls slapping her ass and his nails digging at her skin. At first he was fast, then he slowed, then he sped up. There was no tempo, he would just change when his body desired it. Abigail was eating his wife and he was fucking her sister. The group moaned to themselves, growled and whimpered for more. Each one reacted to scents and tastes, touches and sights, but none reacted to sounds. Sounds didn't exist. Joyce pushed her fingers into her sister's hair and lifted her hips. Her fluids gushed free and were swallowed up. Abigail welcomed the hot come and bathed her face in it, burying her tongue deeper into the folds and hungrily wanting more. Roger's body stiffened and he felt Abbey's pussy constrict. They both came together, flooding each other with juice that mingled and slid down to mix in trails down her thighs and his balls. Abbey licked up her siblings come and then rolled to her back. She scooted up and lay still while her breathing returned to normal. Her brother's cock hung limp and he crawled up between the two women. He kissed his wife and then his sister-in-law. His hand smoothed back Abbey's hair and he spelled out to her quickly, "Your ex was a fool." Abbey blushed. Joyce smiled. She slid back and rolled to the side. "Lay down, Roger," she signed. Roger lay between them and felt his wife spoon his back. He held her hand and squeezed it. After releasing it he pulled his sister to his front. Legs tangled with legs and arms tangled with arms as the three lovers fell into a needed slumber, one that would stir erotic dreams they would awaken them and lead them to play out those fantasies during the hours that were to come.